Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 27, 2015 10:04:16 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON TWO. EPISODE NINETEEN.
The Arkansas Museum of Anthropology. That was their destination. Dean unfolded a map, clicked on his flashlight, and led Sam inside after picking the lock. "This way." They walked side by side down a dark hallway, aided by the soft glow of their flashlights. "I hate this plan Dean" Sam muttered savagely. Dean's lips twitched. "Yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it." He kept walking. Eventually, Sam caught up and they continued moving side by side through the museum, pretending to be oblivious of the motion sensor at mid-calf that they passed, activating it with their presence, knowing it would alert the cops. All part of the plan.
They waited it out in one of the exhibition rooms, examining weapons. Sam was inspecting a decorated axe and Dean, a hooked dagger, when they heard it. The very faint but distinct sound of hurried footsteps. They were no longer alone. The brothers exchanged a look. Dean inclined his head and they abandoned their weapons, slinking back out into the hallway. Almost instantly they were blinded by flashlights. "Freeze" shouted one cop, aiming a gun at them. Backing up, the boys darted down a second hallway, only to be met by another pair of cops. "Don't move!" Backing up once more, they turned and jogged down the only other hallway available to them, stopping cold. This exit was blocked as well. They were trapped. Which was also all part of the plan.
"I said freeze" shouted the first cop, coming up behind them. "On your knees" another barked. The boys swapped a look and then complied, kneeling with their hands on their heads. "Cuff 'em" a third cop ordered and they felt their arms being yanked roughly down from their heads behind their backs, cuffed tightly. Dean glanced sideways at Sam with the subtlest hint of a smile on his otherwise blank face. Sam did not look as thrilled.
~~~
Dean waited patiently, sitting at a long table in one of the local police station's interrogation rooms, his cuffed wrists resting on the table in front of him. When the door finally opened, revealing two men, Dean smiled widely. "It's about time. I'll have a cheeseburger...extra onions" he joked. The taller of the two men, a muscular African-American carrying a manila file folder, glanced at the other man and then back to Dean. "You think you're funny." "I think I'm adorable" Dean corrected, leaning back in his chair with a wry grin. The two men exchanged another look and then the talkative one addressed Dean again confidently. "Well it is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Dean." Dean's smile froze. The man continued. "I’m Special Agent Victor Henriksen. This is my partner, Special Agent Reidy." Damn, he moved fast. Dean hadn't expected Henriksen to show up for quite a bit of time yet. "Henriksen" he repeated, a slightly worried tint to his smile. "Not the...Milwaukee agent Henriksen?" Henriksen smirked. "Live and in person." He pulled a black and white news media picture of Dean glancing over one shoulder from the Milwaukee bank fiasco out of the folder in his hands and dropped it onto the table in front of him. "Oh, that is a nice shot. You can hang that up in your cell at Super Max as decoration." Dean looked up at Henriksen calmly. "Alright. Maybe we can forget the cheeseburger" he allowed graciously.
Henriksen nodded, crossing his arms. "Oh, yeah. Keep that game face on. Try and cover how up cornered you are." A muscle ticked in Dean's set jaw as he continued staring impassively back at Henriksen, who jerked his head at Reidy without removing his eyes from Dean. "Read him his charges." Reidy had been leaning his back up against the far wall, but now he pushed off of it and strolled closer, reciting, "well we got mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecration..." "Skip to the good ones" Henriksen interrupted eagerly. Reidy smirked, counting them off on his fingers. "Armed robbery, kidnapping and, oh, three counts of first-degree murder." Dean said nothing. Henriksen uncrossed his arms, watching Dean closely. "And after Milwaukee your brother is now a suspect in a murder case himself. I’d say for you two, "screwed to hell" is a major understatement." Without changing his expression, Dean leaned forward in his chair, resting his cuffed wrists on the table again. "Well, where there’s life there’s hope, huh?" Henriksen made a noise of assent in his throat. "See? That's what I kept thinking as I was searching for your asses all over hell and gone." He leaned forward on the table, speaking softly. "Your dad taught you well. The way you cover your tracks and after Milwaukee the way you..." He whistled and moved one hand to the side, mimicking disappearing. "...vanished"- Dean chuckled in fond memory of that occasion. He would have loved to be a fly on the wall to witness Henriksen's expression after realizing the boys had managed to make it undetected out of the bank.
Henriksen wasn't amused. "Near went nuts trying to find you. Ask him." He jerked his head towards Reidy once more, still not taking his eyes off of Dean. Reidy deadpanned instantly, "he near went nuts." Henriksen straightened up. "And after all of that, you get tripped up on a motion detector. Pretty rookie move. Gotta say I was… surprised." Dean's lips twitched. Half of him, the half that didn't like being considered a "rookie", was dying to blurt out "we tripped the damn thing on purpose", but the other half...the smarter half...wouldn't let him.
A sudden knock on the door, followed by a young woman opening it and entering, ceased their conversation. "Dean Winchester" she questioned, looking at him. Dean had rarely been so happy to be Dean. "In the flesh" he confirmed. "And you are" Henriksen asked rudely, obviously not too thrilled with being interrupted mid interrogation. "Mara Daniels, Public Defender’s office." She shook hands with Dean as best she could what his wrists being cuffed together and all, ignoring Henriksen. "I’ve been assigned you and your brother’s case." She turned to finally address a very rankled Henriksen. "Are you Henriksen?" "Yeah" he responded with a grouchy expression. "And we're not quite done here yet." "Actually you are" was Mara's calm rebuttal. "And if you don't mind, I would like to speak to my clients privately." Dean raised an eyebrow and smirked at Henriksen.
~~~
"Unfortunately your arraignment on the breaking and entering charge won’t be until Tuesday" Mara explained a few minutes later to both brothers after Sam had been brought in. The boys swapped a look then Dean addressed Mara. "And they’ll keep us in the county jail?" She had been sifting through some paperwork and missed their exchange of looks. "That's right." "Green River County Detention Center" Sam clarified. Mara nodded. "Yes. And considering the charges you’re facing, no judge in his right mind is going to grant you bail." She looked at them apologetically. Sam scoffed. Dean repressed a laugh of his own. They weren't stupid. They knew there was no chance of bail. Which gave them the time they needed to get rid of the ghost haunting the place. If they were granted bail and released, it would kind of ruin their whole plan. But all he said aloud was a simple:
"Yeah, we figured that."
The Arkansas Museum of Anthropology. That was their destination. Dean unfolded a map, clicked on his flashlight, and led Sam inside after picking the lock. "This way." They walked side by side down a dark hallway, aided by the soft glow of their flashlights. "I hate this plan Dean" Sam muttered savagely. Dean's lips twitched. "Yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it." He kept walking. Eventually, Sam caught up and they continued moving side by side through the museum, pretending to be oblivious of the motion sensor at mid-calf that they passed, activating it with their presence, knowing it would alert the cops. All part of the plan.
They waited it out in one of the exhibition rooms, examining weapons. Sam was inspecting a decorated axe and Dean, a hooked dagger, when they heard it. The very faint but distinct sound of hurried footsteps. They were no longer alone. The brothers exchanged a look. Dean inclined his head and they abandoned their weapons, slinking back out into the hallway. Almost instantly they were blinded by flashlights. "Freeze" shouted one cop, aiming a gun at them. Backing up, the boys darted down a second hallway, only to be met by another pair of cops. "Don't move!" Backing up once more, they turned and jogged down the only other hallway available to them, stopping cold. This exit was blocked as well. They were trapped. Which was also all part of the plan.
"I said freeze" shouted the first cop, coming up behind them. "On your knees" another barked. The boys swapped a look and then complied, kneeling with their hands on their heads. "Cuff 'em" a third cop ordered and they felt their arms being yanked roughly down from their heads behind their backs, cuffed tightly. Dean glanced sideways at Sam with the subtlest hint of a smile on his otherwise blank face. Sam did not look as thrilled.
~~~
Dean waited patiently, sitting at a long table in one of the local police station's interrogation rooms, his cuffed wrists resting on the table in front of him. When the door finally opened, revealing two men, Dean smiled widely. "It's about time. I'll have a cheeseburger...extra onions" he joked. The taller of the two men, a muscular African-American carrying a manila file folder, glanced at the other man and then back to Dean. "You think you're funny." "I think I'm adorable" Dean corrected, leaning back in his chair with a wry grin. The two men exchanged another look and then the talkative one addressed Dean again confidently. "Well it is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Dean." Dean's smile froze. The man continued. "I’m Special Agent Victor Henriksen. This is my partner, Special Agent Reidy." Damn, he moved fast. Dean hadn't expected Henriksen to show up for quite a bit of time yet. "Henriksen" he repeated, a slightly worried tint to his smile. "Not the...Milwaukee agent Henriksen?" Henriksen smirked. "Live and in person." He pulled a black and white news media picture of Dean glancing over one shoulder from the Milwaukee bank fiasco out of the folder in his hands and dropped it onto the table in front of him. "Oh, that is a nice shot. You can hang that up in your cell at Super Max as decoration." Dean looked up at Henriksen calmly. "Alright. Maybe we can forget the cheeseburger" he allowed graciously.
Henriksen nodded, crossing his arms. "Oh, yeah. Keep that game face on. Try and cover how up cornered you are." A muscle ticked in Dean's set jaw as he continued staring impassively back at Henriksen, who jerked his head at Reidy without removing his eyes from Dean. "Read him his charges." Reidy had been leaning his back up against the far wall, but now he pushed off of it and strolled closer, reciting, "well we got mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecration..." "Skip to the good ones" Henriksen interrupted eagerly. Reidy smirked, counting them off on his fingers. "Armed robbery, kidnapping and, oh, three counts of first-degree murder." Dean said nothing. Henriksen uncrossed his arms, watching Dean closely. "And after Milwaukee your brother is now a suspect in a murder case himself. I’d say for you two, "screwed to hell" is a major understatement." Without changing his expression, Dean leaned forward in his chair, resting his cuffed wrists on the table again. "Well, where there’s life there’s hope, huh?" Henriksen made a noise of assent in his throat. "See? That's what I kept thinking as I was searching for your asses all over hell and gone." He leaned forward on the table, speaking softly. "Your dad taught you well. The way you cover your tracks and after Milwaukee the way you..." He whistled and moved one hand to the side, mimicking disappearing. "...vanished"- Dean chuckled in fond memory of that occasion. He would have loved to be a fly on the wall to witness Henriksen's expression after realizing the boys had managed to make it undetected out of the bank.
Henriksen wasn't amused. "Near went nuts trying to find you. Ask him." He jerked his head towards Reidy once more, still not taking his eyes off of Dean. Reidy deadpanned instantly, "he near went nuts." Henriksen straightened up. "And after all of that, you get tripped up on a motion detector. Pretty rookie move. Gotta say I was… surprised." Dean's lips twitched. Half of him, the half that didn't like being considered a "rookie", was dying to blurt out "we tripped the damn thing on purpose", but the other half...the smarter half...wouldn't let him.
A sudden knock on the door, followed by a young woman opening it and entering, ceased their conversation. "Dean Winchester" she questioned, looking at him. Dean had rarely been so happy to be Dean. "In the flesh" he confirmed. "And you are" Henriksen asked rudely, obviously not too thrilled with being interrupted mid interrogation. "Mara Daniels, Public Defender’s office." She shook hands with Dean as best she could what his wrists being cuffed together and all, ignoring Henriksen. "I’ve been assigned you and your brother’s case." She turned to finally address a very rankled Henriksen. "Are you Henriksen?" "Yeah" he responded with a grouchy expression. "And we're not quite done here yet." "Actually you are" was Mara's calm rebuttal. "And if you don't mind, I would like to speak to my clients privately." Dean raised an eyebrow and smirked at Henriksen.
~~~
"Unfortunately your arraignment on the breaking and entering charge won’t be until Tuesday" Mara explained a few minutes later to both brothers after Sam had been brought in. The boys swapped a look then Dean addressed Mara. "And they’ll keep us in the county jail?" She had been sifting through some paperwork and missed their exchange of looks. "That's right." "Green River County Detention Center" Sam clarified. Mara nodded. "Yes. And considering the charges you’re facing, no judge in his right mind is going to grant you bail." She looked at them apologetically. Sam scoffed. Dean repressed a laugh of his own. They weren't stupid. They knew there was no chance of bail. Which gave them the time they needed to get rid of the ghost haunting the place. If they were granted bail and released, it would kind of ruin their whole plan. But all he said aloud was a simple:
"Yeah, we figured that."
