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Thanks for the b-day wishes guys! Made me feel special. *snuggles flist*

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Comment to this post with an offer to write in any fandom that you or I have in common. I will answer with a prompt. Then, you will write me comment-fic, snippets, or whatever comes to mind. Now go post this in your own journal and demand fic of your very own! Make your flist work! You had a long week and you DESERVE it, dammit!

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[impalalove]

Alright, here's what I got. Hopefully you'll like, belated birthday girl! ^_^ This was also fun to write, I'll admit.

FIC.

He never thought he would land himself in this position. He had planned on just going into a building to snatch an amulet which held an angry spirit—according to Sammy—only to discover it was a trap. What had felt like hundreds of police officers had surrounded him, and his brother had dropped off the map. He was alone.

Damn you, Sammy.

Escorted by three officers to the courtroom in a tiny van that allowed for no movement whatsoever, he knew he was in deep trouble. To put it mildly, he was surprised they were putting him in a courtroom to be tried so early, forty-eight hours after he was arrested during a trap laid by the police. But there might be a chance, a way to get out; one of the officers was female.

Work your charm, Dean. It’s always worked for you.

Before he could start swooning the woman who he thought would have melted at the sight of his dazzling smile, he was met with a fist to the jaw.

“Don’t even think about it, mister.”

He looked at her with pained eyes, wondering how she expected it, and how the male officer in the “escort” van with them rolled his eyes so easily; almost as if he had expected it.

Dean immediately relaxed; knowing by the aggressive stance she was in it wouldn’t be a good idea to mess with her.

“So, what happened?” he asked, attempting to make some conversation. It would be quite a ride to the courtroom, anyways. It had to be in St. Louis, and they were two states away. They would make it in time, though. He hoped Sam was waiting for him, reinforcements at the ready to keep him from heading out of the frying pan and into the fire.

“Boyfriend was dating another guy.” She sighed heavily, as the remaining two in the cramped place winced.

“Harsh,” Dean spoke with a hint of anger in his voice, causing the woman to raise an eyebrow softly, “How did you find out?”

“Walked in on them,” Dean sighed with sympathy, patting her hands in a kind gesture. It was difficult with the chains and the cuffs on his wrists which were causing a thick rash that he knew he might have to get used to, but hoped he wouldn’t. The rest of the ride’s silence was welcomed.

***

Dean Winchester, complete with a new bruise to the jaw, escaped using unexplainable means. Presumably it was a staged rescue during the stop at a gas station they’d only made so he could use the facilities. He hadn’t been seen or heard about since.

It was not a coincidence that five days after the disappearance of Winchester, a certain ex-boyfriend of an officer on the staff was found hanging from his underwear on a tree, with a small signature. The ex-boyfriend looked agitated from his position, but the remaining police officers had chuckled at the scene. They had gotten him down, and repeatedly claimed they had no idea who would have committed such a crime. As far as the local police that escorted him knew, the case was solved, but the “victim” had no idea that he had gotten his payback from one of the country’s most wanted men, Dean Winchester.

A clue as to who might have attacked the “victim” was hidden and buried in Officer Reilly’s desk, locked up by a key that she kept on her person at all times. It was kept a secret.

Hope this makes up for it, S and D.

And as far as she knew, she had only told two people, her best friend, Teddy Ryerson and Dean Winchester himself. Ryerson’s alibi was a wedding, which multiple people confirmed. A neighbor had spotted a man entering her ex-boyfriend’s place who had been around Winchester’s height and frame.

Thanks, Winchester. Maybe you aren’t as bad as people say.

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Hee! Aww, this was cute. Thank you.