A/N: this chappie is dedicated to the fabulous DreamSingBlonde. Thank you so much for giving me Mika. I loved her so much and she helped a lot in the development of the story.

***Mika's POV***

I sat in the interview room with a light that was too bright and giving me a head ache. They had separated Eavan from me. I was getting impatient waiting for the damned detective to return to me with my lawyer.

"I'm sorry for the wait." Peart said as he came in with a pretty brunette woman.

"Hello, Mika." She said in a cute little accent. "I'm Ms. Talbot and I'm your lawyer. Don't worry, hun, I'll get you out of this."

I shook my head, "I don't need out of anything. I killed the bastard. End of story."

Talbot gave me a warning look, "Why don't you just stay quiet until I get this sorted out." then she turned to Peart. "I would like a moment alone with my client." When he left she turned back to me. "Okay, listen: the only way we can get you out of this is to call it instability. Let's tell them that you were in love with the Winchester girl and when you fouls out what Mali did you lost your mind."

"I'm straight."

"They don't know that. Sometimes you have to act a little to escape death. You do realize that's what you're up against? you tortured that boy. if you had just stab him or strangled him, it would have been so much easier. But, alone, you tied him to a chair and tortured him. Capital punishment."

"Alone?" I questioned. "They didn't tell you Eavan did it with me?"

She looked at me, shocked, then leaned her head into her hands, "there's no way to get you out of this."

I laughed, "I told you, Talbot, I don't need out. I killed the son of a bitch and I'm proud. Kennedy took me in when I had absolutely nothing and killing the thing that did that to her was the least I could do for her."

"You are the most stubborn client I have ever had." She shook her head at me. "You remind me of myself."

Peart poked his head in. "Kennedy and her family are here to see Mika."

Talbot told him to send them in and Dee came in followed by Dean and Castiel.

"Bela?" Dean looked surprised upon seeing her.

"Winchester...." My lawyer who's first name was apparently Bela smiled. "Why did I make the connection. You haven't changed a bit."

"Neither have you." he gave her a hug. "other than the whole lawyer get up. Always knew you would make your money from lying."

"Well, it might come in handy if you ever have another run-in with the law."

"Hey! I'm not that person anymore. I'm a father." he gestured over to Kennedy.

"Okay, if she ever has a run-in with the law. Now introduce me to the family."

"My husband, Cas and my amazing daughter, Kennedy."

Bela shook both of their hands, "I knew your father in high school. Before I moved to New York the summer after sophomore year. Surprising he turned out gay, we had our fair share of flings back then."

"Can we end the reunion and get back to what we came here for?" I asked.

"Of course." Dean said. Then we discussed what I did and why and Kennedy couldn't stop crying.

After about thirty minutes Peart and Garcia came in to take me to my holding cell.

When I got there and they locked me up I sat alone and replayed my conversation with Bela Talbot. I was up against the electric chair with no way out. And there was no way I was letting Azazel have that upper hand. There was no way I was letting them decided when I died.

I stripped the cot from it's sheets and made a make-shift noose from the rafters. I stood on the bed and pulled my head through it.

I will choose my own ending. I took a step and jumped off the bed.