𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎
she used to be the sweetest girl until shit went down

THE TRIO RUSHED into Bela's room, Dean checked the safe, Sam checked the drawers and Aria checked under the bed. "Any sign of it?" She asked, sighing upon finding nothing.

"Nothing. Are you sure this is Bela's room?" Sam asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Dean held up two wigs, making a face as he did so. "I'd say so." Suddenly, the phone went off.

Aria looked at the brothers and answered it, her eyes on Dean's as she heard breathing on the other end of the phone.

"Dean? Sweetie, are you there?"

The tiny Argent's lips curled in distaste as the voice of Bela was heard.

"Where are you?" I hissed, my hand curling around the phone in anger.

"Ah, Aria, is it?" Aria only growled in response; maybe she had spent too much time with werewolves. "Two states away by now."

"Where?" Aria looked away from the boys and out the window, eyes narrowed in anger.

"Where's our usual quippy banter? I miss it."

"We want it back, now!" Aria snapped, knuckles turning white as she gripped the phone tightly

"Your little pistol, you mean?" There was a pause. "Sorry, I can't at the moment."

"You understand how many people are gonna die if you do this?" The Argent asked, turning back to the brothers, chest heaving up and down.

"What exactly is it that you think I plan to do with it?"

"Take the only weapon we have against an army of demons and sell it to the highest bidder," Aria fired at her, knowing her moves by now.

"You know nothing about me."

"I know I'm gonna stop you," the tiny brunette deadpanned. "That's if Dean doesn't get ahold of you first."

"Tough words for a girl who can't even find me."

"Oh, I'll find you, darling. You know why? Because I have absolutely nothing better to do than to track you down!"

"That's where you're wrong. You're about to be quite occupied." Aria squinted her hazel green eyes, staring at the brothers. "Did you really think I wouldn't take precautions?"

Suddenly the door burst open and police officers held their guns at them. Aria yelped, raising her hands up, the phone falling to the floor, making a loud thud.

"Hands in the air!"

"Down on your knees!"

"That bitch!" Aria exclaimed, far past being angry. She is furious. Enraged. Incandescent.

"Turn around! Now!"

They were forced to the floor, faces up against the spotless tiled floor and their hands being smushed into thin metal cuffs that made Aria's wrists throb.

"Sam and Dean Winchester and whoever the pretty lady may be, you have the right to remain silent."

Aria looked at the brothers since she was in the middle. Her hazel green eyes were wide in terror as this was her first time to be arrested. They then looked up to face an agent who stared down at the brothers with a smug look.

"Hi guys... It's been a while."

THEY WALKED INTO the police station, shackled together by a chain and guarded by two officers.

"Why all the sourpusses?" Dean questioned, a smile on his beautiful face. He looked down at the receptionist who's name was on her desk, "we're not the ones you should be scared of, Nancy."

"I'll show you to the cells."

Aria's arm was gripped tightly and she hissed in pain.

"Hey! Hey! Watch where you put your hands!" Dean yelled at the officer, pure rage and anger on his face. His apple green only eyes then softened as he looked at the tiny brunette.

They were then pushed forward, Aria's chest bumping into Dean's back. He glanced behind him, raising one brow as if silently asking her if she's alright. She nodded just as they were brought to a cell.

Aria grinned — it was a bad idea to put all three of them in one cell.

When the cop left, all three of them started walking in different directions, making them fall to the cold stone floor with loud thumps.

Aria groaned and looked at the brothers. "Really!?" She exclaimed and stood up, helping them up as well. "Sit?" She asked and they nodded. They all three then sat down in the very uncomfortable bed that left them shifting slightly.

"How we gonna Houdini out of this one?" Dean asked as Aria laid her head on his shoulder.

Sam sighed, lips scrunched to one side of his mouth. "Good question."

ARIA PERKED UP at the sight of the Agent who seemed to know who Dean and Sam was (hating them). She then looked away when they almost made eye contact, laying her head back on Dean's shoulder.

"You know what I'm trying to decide?" The Agent started, staring at them, smug.

Aria scoffed, removing her head from Dean's shoulder.

"I don't know. What? Whether Cialis will help you with your little condition?" Dean countered, glancing at the girl at his side.

"What to have for dinner tonight," he stated, Aria narrowed her eyes. "Steak or lobster, what the hell, surf and turf. I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seeing you two in chains..." There was a pause, ""Well three."

"We don't swing that way, mister Agent," Aria fired at him.

He smacked his lips, amused. "Now, that's funny."

"You know, I wouldn't bust out the melted butter just yet," Dean began, "Couldn't catch us at the bank, couldn't keep us in that jail."

Aria glanced over at Dean, one brow raised as she guessed what he was referencing to.

"You're right." The Agent nodded. "Screwed up. I underestimated you. I didn't count on you being that smart, but now I'm ready."

"Yeah, ready to lose us again?" Sam questioned.

"Ready like a court order to keep you in a Supermaximum prison in Nevada till trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell, so that between you and me... probably unconstitutional." Aria's eyes widened at his words, heart pounding, hands getting clammy. She looked to Dean, eyes full of fear and hopelessness. "How's that for ready?" They didn't say anything. "Take a good look at Sam and your lady friend – you three will never see each other again." Dean looked to Sam and Aria, worry and fear in his own green eyes. "Aw. Where's that smug smile, Dean? I want to see it."

"You got the wrong guys," Aria told him, throat dry.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot." He snapped his fingers. "You fight monsters. Sorry. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk and no doubt touched you in a bad place." The way he said that so casually had the trio grimacing. "That's all. That's reality."

"Why don't you shut your mouth?"

"Well, guess what. Life sucks. Get a helmet. 'Cause everybody's got a sob story. But not everybody becomes a killer," he snapped and made eye contact with Aria who looked down, swallowing thickly as the sound of a helicopter approaching is heard. "And now I have three less to worry about." He looked to her again, aiming this next words at her, "You might not have anything to do with this, but you also might. Not gonna take a chance."

A NEW GUY APPROACHED them next, looking at the three of them with heavy eyes. "Sam and Dean Winchester." The guys' eyes land on Aria who tilted her head up, "And friend. I'm Deputy Director Steven Groves. This is a pleasure." He grinned.

"Well, glad one of us feels that way," Dean retorted.

"I've been waiting a long time for you two to come out of the woodwork." He looked at Aria again, "Glad you brought a friend."

Suddenly, a gun shot went off and a bullet went through Aria's shoulder; she yelled out, grabbing her shoulder as she landed on the floor. Dean was instantly at her side as Sam attacked Steven.

More shots went off as Aria was held in Dean's hold, groaning in pain, clenching her teeth. Sam quickly and expertly exorcised the demon.

"It's okay. He's gone." Aria looked up to Dean, eyesight blurry thanks to the unleashed tears of pain. "You're going to be alright." He pressed on her shoulder, worry in his apple green eyes.

"All right, put the gun down!" A cop yelled, aiming his gun at Sam.

"Wait." Sam panicked, holding up his hands. "Okay. Wait."

"He shot him!" One of the cops shouted, gesturing to Sam and the dead cop.

"He shot me!" Aria yelled out, the tears falling.

"Get on your knees, now!"

"Okay. Don't shoot. Please. Look. Here. Here." Sam passed the gun through the bars. "Look. We didn't shoot him. Check the body. There's no blood. We did not kill him. Go ahead, check him."

One of them checked the agent, "Vic, there's no bullet wound."

"He's probably been dead for months," Dean realized.

"What did you do to him?"

"We didn't do anything." Aria leaned against Dean.

"Talk or I shoot," he demanded.

"You won't believe us," Dean told him, his bloody hand wrapped around Aria's waist, smearing her shirt with her own blood. "He was possessed."

"Possessed?" He shook his head in annoyance. "Right. Fire up the chopper! We're taking them out of here now."

"Yeah! Do that!" Dean yelled as he tried to slow the bleeding. Nobody answered the radio so one of the guys walked out.

Then there was a loud explosion that shook the building.

BOTH DEAN AND SAM helped Aria with the wound, in the dark, still inside the cell. The lights had gone out, a lot of yelling had been heard as the cops and Agent argued about what to do.

It was all a sign that shit was about to hit the fan.

"All right, don't be such a wuss."

Her head snapped up to Sam, hazel green eyes narrowed. "You try getting shot at by a demon!" She exclaimed, grunting through clenched teeth.

Sam gave her a look, "you know I have."

"What's the plan? Kill everyone in the station, bust you three out?"

Aria looked to Henriksen as he stood at the cell door. She tilted her head, sweating heavily from the blood loss. "What the hell are you talking about?!"

"I'm talking about your psycho friends. I'm talking about a blood bath." How dumb can this guy be?

"Okay, I promise you – whoever's out there is not here to help us."

"Look, you got to believe us," Sam spoke up, "Everyone here is in terrible danger."

"You think?" He gave them a deadpan look.

"Why don't you let us out of here so we can save your asses?" Aria asked, hands in fists as she tried to fight off the pain from her shoulder.

"From what?" He asked, lips pursed. "You gonna say "demons"?" He rose his gun, "Don't you dare say "demons". Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me." He left.

"How's the shoulder?" Dean asked gently, turning to Aria.

"It's awesome," she spoke sarcastically. "I'll live. You know, if we get out of here alive. So either of you got a plan?"

"Hey," Dean called out, and the other two turned quickly to see who he was talking to; the desk clerk was lurking around the corner.

"Hey." She backed off, scared.

"Hey, uh, please. Please. We need your help." Dean sent her a small smile, "Nancy, my friends' been shot. She's bleeding really bad. You think maybe you could get us a towel? Please? Just one clean towel? Look. Look at us. We're not the bad guys. I swear." Dean flashed her a megawatt smile. She stuttered before quickly leaving.

Aria sighed heavily, "at least you tried." She grunted, hissing through her clenched teeth at the pain that shot all the way down her arm from the bullet wound.

Nancy then slowly walked in with a towel.

"Thank you," Sam breathed out as she carefully made her way over to the cell. "It's okay." She pushed the towel inbetween the bars and smiled at Sam. "It's okay." Suddenly Sam grabbed her arm and drug her against the bars while she screamed.

"Let her go! Let her go!" One of the cops yelled, pointing his gun at Sam as he let go of Nancy. "Try something again, get shot. And not in the arm."

"Okay." Sam backed away with raises hands.

After they left, Aria smacked Sam on the back of his head with her good arm. "What the hell, Sam??"

"What the hell was that?" Dean shouted at his brother with wide eyes.

Sam held up Nancy's cross necklace.