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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡

𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴

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Delaney followed Sam and Dean through a door that lead another hallway in the museum they inspected. Dean held a map of the museum while Delaney and Sam both held flashlights on either side of him. 

"I hate this plan," Delaney huffed, thinking they should have thought out another plan that was more solid than this. This was way too risky for the three of them to deal with.

"Delaney, I heard you the first ten times you said it," Dean barked at her, clearly annoyed by Delaney's worry. 

"Well, clearly you didn't if we're still doing it!"

"Alright, children, relax," Sam cut in, stepping in between the two siblings before they went at each other's throats.

The siblings entered the room they were in search for and the boys got to work on retrieving the two weapons from the cases that they needed. Sam held an old, decorated axe in his hand while Dean held a hooked dagger from another case. Delaney tilted her head as she looked at the axe in Sam's hands, admiring the beauty and simplicity of it.

A sound outside the room alerted Delaney and she glanced between her two brothers, motioning for them to rush out of the room. She waited for the boys to put the weapons back before they made their way out and quietly turned a corner, being stopped two police men.

"Freeze!"

"Don't move!"

They turned to run, but there were more cops behind them that forced them to their knees. Delaney quietly groaned as her eyes shifted to Dean who looked more than pleased that his plan had worked out.

The Winchesters were headed to jail.

-°—✞——✞—°-

Delaney sat slouched in her chair in the interrogation room as she waited for her brothers to join her. Apparently, they had an attorney given to them for their trial and she wanted to meet with the three of them before they were to go anywhere. If this plan didn't work out the way Dean said it would, Delaney would make sure she went to jail for a real reason. The murder of her brother.

"Hey, Delly," Sam greeted softly, entering the room with Dean behind him. He took his seat next to her and squeezed her hand gently. "You okay?"

"Sure, but if this plan doesn't work out, Dean won't be," Delaney snapped, glaring at Dean who merely shrugged.

"Della, why don't you trust me? When have I ever lead you down a wrong path?"

Delaney pretended to think for a minute, which earned her a narrowed eye gaze from her eldest brother. "Dean, I don't want to go to jail, okay? Those orange jumpsuits are just awful and then... there's criminals there! It's not safe."

"Yeah, and the food is gross," Sam added in with a nod of his head.

"It'll just be until we find out what's going on in that place and then we'll get out, okay? Big brother's honor," Dean assured the two, holding up his pointer and middle finger together.

"Wow, that has eased all my worries. Thanks, Dean."

"I didn't ask for your sass."

Sam buried his face in his hands with a heavy sigh. "This is why I'm never having kids."

The door opened to reveal a young woman with a briefcase and she greeted the siblings with a warm smile, taking a seat across from them. "Hey, guys. The name is Mara Daniels from the Public Defender's office. Unfortunately, your arraignment on the breaking-and-entering charge won't be until Tuesday. 

"And they'll keep us in the county jail? Green River County Detention Center?" Dean asked.

"Yes, and considering the charges you're facing, no judge in his right mind is going to grant you bail."

Delaney scoffed lightly and ran a hand down her face. "Yeah, that's what we figured."

"Extradition papers have already been filed from five separate states - Missouri and Wisconsin being the biggest concern - the bank robbery and the murder raps," Mara informed.

"Uh, how long can we stall extradition?" Sam inquired. They needed to know how long they really had to get this case solved and sorted out. The obvious ticking time bomb was what made Delaney's anxiety thrive.

"A week... maybe even less."

-°—✞——✞—°-

Delaney whined as she pulled at the orange jumpsuit on her body. She had been separated from her brothers, the jail being split in half between the men and women. Men in one building and the women in the other. The genders only being able to merge during meal times and outside time. Jobs and jail cells were separated by gender and the fact that Delaney had to spend half her day away from Sam and Dean just didn't sit right with her. 

It took all her energy to keep her anxiety from clawing its way out. Sure, Delaney had been in the hunting business for a while now and she's done some stuff on her own, but the fact the boys had each other for help and she was on her own to find whatever she could, upset her. She always felt more guarded and safe when with her brothers and jail wasn't necessarily the safest place. Especially this one that was haunted by a ghost.

Thankfully, Delaney had a quiet, twenty-six year old cellmate who was apparently framed for murder and waited for her own trial to come up. She didn't know the girl all that well and she could be lying, but Delaney actually kind of believed her. The girl seemed so distraught by the whole thing and worried about her job and one year old son that Delaney had a feeling the girl was truthful. 

Lunch time came quicker than Delaney expected and she felt relief flood through her when she saw the boys sat at a table alone, running over with her tray filled with disgusting looking food and plopped down next to Dean. "Hey."

"Hey, kid," Dean greeted, allowing her to wrap her arms around his in a type of a tight hug. "How's your cellmate? Mine doesn't say much and Sammy's just kind of stares at him."

"She's nice. Definitely could have it worse like you guys apparently," Delaney replied with a half shrug. "But, Dean, this has to be the dumbest and craziest thing we have ever done. That's on top of the already rapidly growing list of dumb and crazy things we've done for a hunt."

"It's all part of the plan, Della."

Sam laughed incredulously and blinked at Dean in disbelief. "Oh so Henriksen being the one to catch us was part of the plan?"

Dean grimaced at the obvious kink in the plan that he had, not realizing that Henriksen could have suddenly popped up again. "Yeah, that guy moves a little faster than I thought. Look, all we gotta do is find the ghost, put the sucker down... then grab ourselves a few teardrop tattoos."

"Dean, that's not funny," Delaney chastised him, punching him in the shoulder when she was sure none of the guards paid attention to them. "What about this escape plan? It - "

"Is one hundred percent sure. I wouldn't have gone if it wasn't," Dean cut across his sister's obvious concerns. "I mean, come on, Della. This place has all the signs of a haunting. Innocent people are dead - four so far."

Sam let out a sarcastic laugh as he rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Innocent."

"What, are you from Texas all of a sudden? Just because these people are in jail, doesn't mean they deserve to die. If we don't stop this thing, people are going to continue to die. We have to do our job and do whatever it takes."

"You're being truthful about doing this for Deacon? You barely even know this guy," Delaney countered.

"I know this guy was in the Corps with Dad and he saved his life. We owe him."

"Don't you think he's asking for a little too much?" Sam asked, poking at his chicken with a grossed out expression.

Dean took a bite of the chicken and seemed to actually enjoy it as he placed another piece in his mouth. "Look, I know we aren't saints, but we're loyal and pay our debts. Now, that means something to me, and it ought to the both of you. I'm not thrilled about this either, guys, but Deacon asked us to hunt this thing down and that's exactly what we're gonna do. Oh, and this chicken isn't half bad."

Delaney scrunched up her nose and shoved her plate towards Dean. "Good, finish mine."

Dean shrugged and placed Delaney's chicken on his plate, leaving her the spaghetti that was definitely a few days old.

"Okay, let's go back over this thing. Spirit suspect number one is Mark Moody, right?"

"Yeah, psycho killer extraordinaire - Satanism, ritual murder, died in jail," Dean answered, waving his fork around as he spoke.

"You sure it's him?" Delaney asked and Dean nodded in response. "I need more than a nod if we're in this situation, Dean."

"Really pretty sure," Dean assured his sister, ignoring the exasperated look she shot him. "Moody died of a heart attack, which is exactly what all the victims in here are dying of. Okay, he died in the old cellblock, which they closed after he croaked about thirty years ago. They just opened that back up. That's when the killings started."

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows and chewed on the inside of her lip. "So, you think his spirit was released somehow? What if he was already cremated?"

"There's gotta be something in the old block that belongs to him that's keeping him around," Dean said. "Whatever it is, we got to find it. You know the rest so I'm done."

Delaney watched as Dean stood up, getting ready to leave the cafeteria to begin their plan of getting Dean into the old cell block. "Sammy, I swear if you get hurt because of this..."

"It'll be fine," Sam replied, pushing himself up and motioning for her to walk ahead of him. He waited for her to follow Dean before he walked after them, purposely hitting his shoulder into the large, tattooed prisoner that passed him by. "Whoa, sorry, man."

"Watch where you goin'," the prisoner menacingly shot at Sam.

"He said he was sorry," Delaney defended Sam, glaring at the prisoner over Sam's shoulder.

The prisoner smirked at Delaney and shot her wink. "Darlin', why don't you shut your mouth unless it's used for good, huh?"

"Want to repeat that?" Dean growled at the prisoner, pulling Delaney behind him and causing her to stumble back into Sam's chest.

"You talkin' to me?" the prisoner asked to which Dean ignored. "Are you talkin' to me?"

Dean barked out a laugh and rolled his eyes. "Oh, great, another guy who's seen Taxi Driver too many times. Yeah, I'm talking to you. Trust me. Let it go."

The prisoner stared down Dean before he slowly turned his back to him and walked away.

Dean spun to face his siblings with a wide grin. "See, that's how you got to talk to these guys. Instant respect."

Delaney's eyes widened as she saw the prisoner whisper something into his buddy's ear, the two slowly making their way back over to the siblings. "You were saying?"

Dean raised an eyebrow and turned back around to see the prisoner and his larger friend stood in front of him. The tattooed prisoner threw a punch at Dean. Dean caught his arm and held the prisoner from behind. The prisoner broke away from Dean's hold and Dean grabbed the man again, slamming him against a wall. The prisoner stepped on Dean's foot and he stepped back, kicking the prisoner in the groin and then sent him flying backwards to the ground with another kick.

"That's enough!" the warden bellowed, breaking up the fight as he ordered the man, Lucas, to his feet. He stepped forward and pressed the butt-end of his nightstick under Dean's chin. "What's your name?"

"Winchester."

"Well, Winchester... not a good start," the warden stared at Dean for a long moment, narrowing his eyes at him. "Solitary. You too, Lucas."

"Yes, sir."

One of the guards grabbed Dean from behind and started to haul him out of the cafeteria.

"We having fun yet, huh?"

Delaney closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose as a migraine began to form. This case needed to end before she died of stress.

-°—✞——✞—°-

The next day, after Delaney had finished the job she had been given to clean the women's bathroom that had been way more gross than she thought, the guard walked her outside to recess. Seriously, weren't girls supposed to be more clean and pretty smelling while the men were supposed to be gross? If the women's bathroom had looked like that, she didn't want to know what the men's bathroom looked like.

Delaney froze next to the picnic table Dean sat at where he played one of the inmates in a game of poker. He had two piles of cigarettes next to him, which confused Delaney because Dean had never smoked a day in his life. Something he made sure Delaney nor Sam did either because he liked their lungs to be way it's supposed to be, thank you very much. Delaney agreed because she liked breathing normally and all those PSA commercials where the older people had to speak through a device or lost fingers due to smoking, both broke her heart and only steered her further away from the smokes. 

"Dean, what - "

Dean held his hand up to shut Delaney up as he smirked at the guy across from him who thought he had beaten him, but he was so far from wrong. "Yeah, three ace's is a tough beat. However, I'm full... three's over aces."

The prisoner threw down the cigarettes he had began to pick up and slammed his hands down on the table an anger.

"Hey, it's a cruel game, my friend," Dean held his hands up in defense as the prisoner roughly grabbed his jacket and stormed away, allowing for Delaney to sit down just as Sam came over to the table. "It's like picking low hanging fruit."

"You don't even smoke," Delaney countered with an amused grin.

Dean gestured dramatically to the pile of smokes by his arm. "Are you kidding me? This is the currency of the realm!"

Sam tilted his head, giving Dean an odd look. "Okay, look, I got a good lead on Moody."

"Yeah, me too."

Delaney's cheeks tinted in embarrassment as she had absolutely nothing on the hunt with the old cell block being in the men's building. "I got an extra blanket for bed tonight for cleaning the bathrooms." She rolled her lips into her mouth when Dean and Sam both silently stared at her. "Right, not helping."

"What do you have?" Sam asked Dean, averting his gaze to his brother.

"His spirit paid a little visit last night. The clock stopped, the flickering lights, cold spots - I mean, he did everything but yell BOO."

"What happened?" Delaney asked, subconsciously checking her brother over to see if he was hurt during his time in the cell block with Lucas.

Dean chuckled and nudged Delaney with a breezy smile to let her know she was fine. "He walked right by me. Lucas wasn't so lucky. I mean, the way he was screaming... the guy was a jerk, but he didn't deserve to go like that. What did you find out on Moody?"

"Yeah, so, I think I know where we might find his remains - blood in his old cell."

Delaney paused and shot Sam a confused expression. "What? I thought he died of a heart attack."

"It was, after the guards worked him over. Apparently, there was so much blood in there, they had trouble mopping it out."

"How we gonna get in?" Dean asked.

"I got a plan."

Dean grinned and clapped his hands together in anticipation. "That's the Sammy I know! Come on, man. You're like Clint Eastwood from Escape from Alcatraz."

"The problem is, even if we do find something, how are we gonna burn it? We don't have any accelerant," Delaney reminded the boys, not seeing how any of this plan can work out if they didn't have the tools to make a fire.

Dean grabbed a handful of the cigarettes from the table, patting Delaney on the shoulder as he stood up. "It's a good thing I'm like James Garner from The Great Escape. Hey, fellas! Who is ready to deal?"

-°—✞——✞—°-

Delaney stood in between her brother in the line for food during lunch, waiting for the server to give them their servings. "You're sure about this plan, Sammy?"

"Pretty sure."

Dean leant across Delaney to whisper to Sam, "Yeah, well, considering our circumstances, I'm gonna need more than a pretty sure."

"Okay, really pretty sure," Sam responded, stepping off the line once he had gotten his serving of spaghetti and glop.

Delaney stepped down and grimaced when she had received her own. "Do you have anything that's, you know, edible?"

The server didn't even glance at Delaney as she dumped food onto Dean's tray and ushered them off.

Delaney gave Dean a supportive pat on the back before she walked over to Sam, placing her tray down next to his. She walked with him to a wall nearby two guards and leant against it with him while Dean spoke to the bald headed prisoner that happened to be Lucas' friend. She couldn't really hear what Dean said to Lucas' friend, but did hear him call the man Tiny.

Whatever he said must have worked in Dean's favor because Tiny smiled, then suddenly shoved his tray towards Dean. He punched Dean in the face, who flew to the ground with a loud THUD. Dean got up and punched Tiny three times, but his hits seemed to have no impact on the much bigger and stronger man before him. Tiny grabbed the front of Dean's orange jumpsuit and Dean head butted TINY, sending the two stumbling back from each other. A guard put his baton around Tiny's neck from behind and Tiny picked up the guard and threw him down on the table.

As the warden and the two guards that stood by Sam and Delaney rushed over to Tiny and Dean, the two younger Winchesters slipped into the kitchen and grabbed two salt shakers. They slipped into a vent in a corner of the kitchen before anyone could see what had happened.

On the other side, Sam dropped down from the ceiling first and caught Delaney when she dropped down next so she wouldn't hurt herself. He opened a rusty old cell door in the middle of the hallway and it creaked as the hinges whined at the lack of use the past three decades. The inside of the cell was dusty and dirty with grime. 

Delaney coughed as a cloud of dust sprung up in front of her face and she quickly fanned it away from her as Sam lifted up the mattress on the bed to reveal a blood stain. He exchanged a look with Delaney before he sprinkled salt and lighter fluid onto the bloodstain, lighting a match and set the bedding on fire.

"Please be over."

-°—✞——✞—°-

Delaney stuffed her hands into the blue jacket provided to her by the jail since it was cold outside and she needed something to do with her hands. She was at recess with her brothers when Dean had explained to the two that Tiny had died last night because yet another ghost showed up and it wasn't Moody this time. It had attacked Dean, but he was lucky to have salt in his hand which sent sent the ghost away from him and over to Tiny in the infirmary cell next to his.

"It wasn't Moody. Not unless he liked going around dressed like a nurse," Dean explained as the three took a walk around the gated recreational yard that the recess was held at. "Poor Tiny, man. Poor giant Tiny." 

"Wait, so this - this is, like, the ghost of some nurse who worked here or something?" Sam asked for clarification. He sounded just as lost as Delaney felt.

"I don't know, man. I guess."

Delaney huffed frustratedly as this case just seemed to grow deeper by the second. They only had until that night to figure out the rest of the case because Deacon was already prepared to get them out. "You know, at this point, I don't know, I guess isn't really working for me. See, uh, I thought we were done. Sammy called Deacon. It's happening - we're getting out tonight."

"I guess we go to do some quick research, then."

"How?" Sam remarked, gesturing to their surroundings. "Unless you forgot, Dean, we're in jail."

"We talk to the Randall," Dean replied and lead his siblings over to Randall who sat alone on top of the picnic table in the corner of the yard. "Hey, Randall. You think we can ask you something? Do you remember an old nurse that used to work here at the prison?"

Randall who was in mid-fiftys and had brown hair that started to gray a bit on the sides, rose an eyebrow suspiciously at the trio. "You want to know about some nurse? Why do you want to know?"

"Well, we got our reasons, but uh..." Dean trailed off as he fished out a full pack of cigarettes from his pocket and held them up for Randall. "We'll make it worth your while."

Randall didn't even think twice as he took the pack from Dean and stuffed it into his own pocket. 

"So, this nurse, she would, um - would have white hair, one screwed up eye - is that ringing a bell?"

"Yeah, I remember her."

"You remember her name?" Delaney asked, crossing her arms.

"No, that's still kind of fuzzy," Randall replied, silently telling Dean he needed a bigger payment for more information.

Delaney elbowed Dean in the side when he didn't move to give Randall more cigarettes. If they wanted to finish this hunt by tonight, Dean needed to cooperate and just give the man what he wanted. Not like he would need it in a few hours anyway. "Give it to him."

"I earned these!"

"Dean," Sam chastised as if he were a child.

Randall smiled innocently, taking the two packs of cigarettes that Dean held out to him. "Glockner. Nurse Glockner. Nasty old bitch worked here in the 70s. I met her once. Had to get a tetanus shot. She damn near jabbed the needle through the other side of my arm. At least I got out of there alive."

"What do you mean?" Sam inquired.

"Oh, there were these stories, you know. I don't know if they were true. Cons love to talk, but we're all liars."

"What kind of stories?" Delaney pried.

Randall shrugged and leant his knees on his elbows, letting his hands dangle between his legs. "Well, guys would go up to the infirmary with a cold, next thing you know, they were in a body bag. A whole rash of heart attacks - young guys, old guys."

"Heart attacks?"

"Yeah, the story was Glockner had it out for cons, and she did this Charles Bronson thing with a hypodermic. Anyway, that was the rumor. Nobody ever proved anything."

"What ever happened to Glockner?" Dean questioned next. 

"I don't know. I finished my bid and left. Next time I landed back in here, she was gone."

-°—✞——✞—°-

"Okay, so, let's say those stories on Glockner were true," Sam began as the three siblings sat down in the cafeteria together. "It's a thought, you know, in life, she's a vigilante. In death it's the same thing."

Delaney nodded and ran a hand through her hair as her mind tried to fit pieces of the puzzle together for this new suspect to make sense on why there was a haunting still. "Right, but then how's she tied in with the old cellblock? If she's going after cons, why kill that one guard?"

"Well, I did hear in the yard that that guard wasn't exactly squeaky clean," Dean informed, crossing his arms on the table in front of him. "So, maybe she's going after anybody that breaks the law. Like me."

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows at Dean's choice of words. "You heard in the yard? Wha - Dean, does it bother you at all how easily you seem to fit in here?"

"No, not really."

Sam shook his head as he decided to just let that one slide for now because they had bigger fish to fry than Dean's obvious personality fitting in with the prison group. "Okay, well, listen. Either way, we need more info on Glockner - if she's buried and if so, where? We got five hours to get it."

Dean gave Sam a desperate look because no matter what, they were out of this jail in five hours flat. Regardless if this case was solved or not and it was clear that Dean didn't like that. He liked to make sure cases were finished before they moved on, but it looked like this could be the first time they left a case unfinished.

"No, no, don't give us that look," Delaney immediately shot down at the sight of Dean's pouting. "Don't give me that we got to see this thing through look. We are leaving tonight, no matter what."

"I just don't want to let Deacon down, that's all. I mean, we do owe him," Dean argued quietly so the other inmates wouldn't hear.

"Yeah, but we don't owe him our lives, Dean."

Dean shook his head at Delaney's argument and stood up from the table, beginning to make his way out of the cafeteria.

"Dean, where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go talk to our lawyer.

-°—✞——✞—°-

Delaney walked side by side with Sam around the recreational yard as they waited for Dean to come back from his talk with Mara. She didn't know what Mara could do for them and she was pretty sure the woman wouldn't even begin to help them with how much is against them for the case. She wouldn't be surprised if this case went unfinished at this point.

Dean walked in through the gate and Delaney waved her hand to gain his attention, stopping in a quiet area of the yard when he approached them. "Hey, how did the talk with Mara go? Did she go for it?"

"No, not so much, but I don't know. Maybe she'll still come around."

Sam stuffed his hands in his pockets and scanned the area around them for any prisoners nearby that could hear their conversation. "Well, we can't wait around to find out."

"We could give it another day," Dean suggested.

"No, no, no. We're leaving tonight and that's it," Sam argued.

Dean stared incredulously at his two siblings who seemed like they wanted to leave right then and there. "So we're not gonna finish this job and more innocent people will die?"

"Do not do that, Dean!" Delaney snapped at him, eyes turning dark with anger. "This was your stupid plan, and Sammy and I stupidly went along with it, but we're sticking to the plan, Dean."

Dean nodded and stepped back from his siblings, slapping his hands to his sides. "Okay, uh, you two leave. I'm gonna stay."

"Hey, don't turn away - don't turn away from us, Dean!" Sam yelled after Dean who had turned to walk away from them.

Delaney blinked in surprise as Dean and Sam jumped at each other, not knowing where the aggression had come from. She tried to break it up and was hauled back by a guard, while the warden grabbed Dean and Sam was grabbed by another guard. She fought against the guard, but he had more strength and her fight was futile as she was hauled to a large room with Dean and Sam.

"Take off," the warden said to the guard and motioned for him to leave with a nod of his head. "I want to handle this alone."

Delaney reflexively stepped closer to Dean as the warden took a menacing step closer to her and was completely thrown off when the warden started to chuckle and slapped Dean on the shoulder. "Wha - "

"Man, Deacon, you are beating the holy hell out of me!"

Delaney blinked, not having being filled in with the fact that the warden was Deacon. "You're Deacon?!"

"Hey, Delaney," Deacon greeted, removing the trio's handcuffs. "Good to finally meet you, kid. Also, sorry for being so hard on you, Dean, but had to make it look convincing."

"Yeah, well, mission accomplished."

Deacon pocketed the three handcuffs and placed his hands on his hips. "So, is it over?"

"No. Turns out it wasn't Moody," Sam explained.

"What? Then who?"

Delaney - who was still coming down from the shock that not only was Deacon the warden, but both boys disregarded the fact that they should have told her - shrugged lamely. "Uh, we think it's some nurse who used to work here, but we're still shy on all the intel we need."

"Which is why we should stick around until we find it," Dean passively aggressively stated.

"You want to have this fight for real, Dean?"

Delaney waved a finger at Sam as she nodded. "Yeah, I see why you get annoyed with Dean and I's bickering now."

"We're leaving, Dean. Otherwise we'll be leaving in shackles for Milwaukee with Henriksen as company!" Sam barked at Delaney, ignoring her comments.

"Oh, come on!"

"Guys!" Deacon yelled over the boys' arguing, finally putting it to an end. "Your lawyer left this for you."

Dean chuckled as he noticed the folded note in Deacon's hand. "Would you look at that. Man, I am friggin' velvety smooth."

"You want to maybe open it up after, you know, you're done patting yourself on the back?" Delaney sarcastically remarked.

Dean mumbled something incoherently as he pushed Delaney's face away from him, opening up the note. "Oh... wow."

"What? You want to share with the class, Dean?" Sam prodded.

"Glockner died in the old cellblock right after Moody bit it. Seems they had a little inmate uprising. She got caught in the middle. They dragged her to a solitary cell, gave a severe cerebral edema."

"Someone bashed her head in. Does it say where she's buried?" Delaney questioned, glancing over Dean's shoulder to find the information they really needed.

"Yep."

"Alright, then. Let's get you the hell out of here," Deacon announced, leading the trio over to the wall and removed the vent cover over the hole in the wall.

Dean continued to skim the letter as he stepped forward with Delaney and Sam. "Don't worry, Deacon. We'll figure this thing out for you and get rid of it."

"Good because I want it out of my prison," Deacon responded and stepped back towards the siblings. "Guys, I can't thank you enough for this. I know it was asking a lot, but you still came through. Your daddy raised you right."

"Well, we owed you," Sam stated with a small smile. "Thanks, Deacon."

Deacon hugged the two boys and squeezed Delaney's shoulder with a kind smile. "Good to see you boys and to finally meet little Laney. Hope to see you again soon, huh? Just not in here though, okay?"

Delaney giggled and smiled back at Deacon. "Yeah, we'll try our best."

The three went to walk over to the wall when Dean doubled back. "Oh, Deacon, where do you want it?"

"Want what?" Deacon asked, but caught on a moment later with a nod. They needed to make it look like they put up a fight to escape so Dean had to leave some sort of mark on him to make it look real. "Yeah right...."

Dean reared his fist back when Deacon pointed to the right side of his face and Dean apologized to him before knocking him out and pushing his siblings to get through the vent and into the outside world. He rushed over to the Impala at the first sight of it and ran his hand lovingly along the top of it.

"Oh, Baby, are you a sight for sore eyes," Dean sighed dreamily as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it into the open window. "You know, I wish I could see Henriksen's face."

"Really? Cause I'd be happy to never see him again," Delaney said, throwing her own jacket off and putting her own personal jacket on that was placed in the Impala for her. "I mean, we're not really out of the woods yet, Dean, you know?"

A red light above them flashed on and the alarm inside the building sounded to alert the guards know that there had be an escape.

"Good point."

-°—✞——✞—°-

Delaney held a flashlight while the boys held their respective shovels and they made their way across the cemetery. She was just happy to be in her regular clothes again and out of that uncomfortable jumpsuit. If she never had to wear one again, it would be too soon. "We got to move it, boys. If Henriksen gets to Mara..."

"What? I thought she couldn't say anything. You know, that whole lawyer-client privilege thing."

Sam breathed a laugh as he licked his lips. "Dean, privilege doesn't apply."

"So she'll talk?"

"She has to," Delaney informed him.

"Oh, that's just great!"

Once they located Dolores Glockner's gravestone, Dean and Sam were quick to throw off their jackets and begin their digging of the grave. With how little time they had because Henriksen could be on his way, the boys had the grave dug in just under ten minutes before Sam's shovel hit her coffin. He and Dean tossed their shovels onto the dirt above them and forced open Dolores' coffin to reveal her bones.

Delaney nodded to the boys and began to pour the salt and lighter fluid over her body as they hopped out of the grave. She lit a match and tossed it onto the body and it immediately went up in flames.

The three siblings waited for the body to turn to ash before the boys covered the grave back up and they made their way back to the Impala where they tossed all their tools into the trunk. 

"You thought we were screwed before?" Delaney laughed lightly at the thought of them having to go even deeper into running from Henriksen than they had before.

"Yeah, I know. Now we have go deep this time," Dean replied.

"Deep, Dean?" Sam repeated, stopping next to his door with Delaney at his side and Dean on the driver's side. "We should go to Yemen."

Dean clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Ooh, I'm - I'm not sure I'm ready to go that deep."

Delaney got into the back of the Impala while the boys got in the front and tiredly ran a hand over her face. She seriously needed a vacation.

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

Soooo the Winchesters visited prison. That was fun and stressful because had to figure out how the boys and Delaney could be together and still do the hunt even though she's a girl and they're both boys! WHEEEEEE! 

THE NEXT CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE MY FAVORITE ONE YET AND I HAVE BEEN PLANNING IT SINCE THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THIS BOOK BECAUSE IT WAS ALWAYS MY FAVORITE EPISODE WOW! WE JUST HAVE THREE CHAPTERS LEFT OF THIS BOOK, GUYS, AAHHHHH I AM SO READY FOR IT BYE!