After he realized that Detective Ballard had disappeared; Detective Sheridan decided that too many people were beginning to take too much notice of the punk in the cells. How could anyone believe the crap that punk was spouting? He'd just have to get him out of here and make sure the punk couldn't convince anyone to look more closely at the case.

Walking down to custody he passed some fake papers to the officer. "I've come to take the prisoner Dean Winchester to St Louis," he stated. "The van's ready."

"Surprised you're taking him yourself. Who's your guard?" the officer replied casually.

"Detective Ballard will be accompanying me," he lied.

"Where is she?" the officer responded not really caring if it meant one less prisoner in the cells tonight.

"She's waiting with the van. Can you get me the prisoner now?" he asked edgily, desperate to get away before any one suspected that anything was wrong.

Going to get Dean the officer called, "it's early in the morning to do a transfer."

"Yeah they want him ASAP, don't want him going AWOL again," he joked.

When the officer brought Dean to the desk Dean looked surprised. "What! Another round of questions?" Dean asked. "It's a bit early I haven't had my coffee yet."

Detective Sheridan smirked, "not this time. Taking you to St Louis; they've got lots of questions for you there."

Dean was concerned about where everything was leading but he couldn't think of a way to stay locked up here until Sam returned.

The detective pushed Dean roughly into the van and cuffed him to it.

After they'd been driving for a while Dean got bored with the silence and decided to find out what was going on. "So I'm being extradited to St Louis and you just decided to do it yourself at two in the morning, huh."

There was no reply as Detective Sheridan smirked to himself and Dean mused to himself, "this can not be good."

Suddenly the van veered off the road in the middle of nowhere.

As they came to a stop Dean joked, "pee break? So soon? Hey, I think you might want to get your prostrate checked."

Detective Sheridan refused to rise to the bait and got out of the van.

"Son of a bitch," Dean commented to himself.

As Detective Sheridan opened the van Dean felt uneasy about what was going to happen. "Hey, I'm cool in the van. You do what you got to do."

Detective Sheridan pulled Dean out of the van loosening his tie and Dean landed in a heap on the floor. "You're a cocky son of a bitch. You think those people in St Louis are gonna buy that crap you're peddling?" Detective Sheridan stated throwing Dean back so his upper body was resting in the back of the van and winding Dean. "Here's the thing. You're not gonna make it to St Louis," he continued undoing Dean's belt as Dean tried to struggle and unzipping his jeans. "Cuz when I've finished you're gonna die trying to escape," he finished pulling Dean's jeans to his knees and leaned on his back. "But first you're gonna get what's coming to you. You little cock-tease. Just a taste of what prison would've meant for a pretty boy like you." The detective's dick had been hard almost as soon as they left the station, ever word Dean had said had made him harder.

"Wait! Wait! Let's talk about this," Dean appealed unable to move. "Come on, you don't want to do something that you're gonna regret," Dean continued gasping because with the detectives weight on his back it was difficult to breath.

The detective ignored Dean's pleas as he took out his dick and lined it up with Dean's hole; keeping a hand on Dean's back to keep him down.

As he thrust forward into Dean's velvet centre Dean grimaced with pain, "or maybe you do."

The detective thrusts were hard and fast as Dean tried to maintain his equilibrium with the pain of each dry thrust.

"Not so cocky now are you boy?" his abuser jeered.

Dean felt nauseous and weak as the thrusting continued. Although he had heard of victims erections rising during the attack he was glad that his own dick had shown no sign of a response; that would have been just plain embarrassing. He could feel his abusers dick swelling and hope it would be over soon, even if that did mean his own death. Death would be preferable to Sam knowing what had happened.

Dean felt the hot come spill inside him; his abuser pulling out immediately and roughly pulling Dean's trousers up and refastening them.

Detective Sheridan pulled Dean round and presented his cock to Dean, "now lick it clean."

"You cannot be serious," Dean replied in disgust.

The detective grabbed Dean's head tipping it back and levering his jaw open with brute force. Then he pushed his dick inside almost making Dean gag until his reflex makes the boy do as his abuser wanted.

When he's finished the detective puts his dick away and zips up then roughly pulls Dean's trousers up and refastened them.

"Just a little present for you to take to hell with you," Detective Sheridan smirked as he threw Dean to the floor again. "Now where were we?" he mused pulling his gun and aiming at Dean.

"I think I said something about you not wanting to do something you're gonna regret, but I think you've already done that," Dean replied able to find the strength to move but raising his hands to try and calm the officer.

"Pete! Put the gun down," Detective Ballard ordered pointing her gun at him as she and Sam entered the clearing.

"Diana? How'd you find me?" he asked, looking at her over his shoulder but quickly looking back to the boy on the floor.

"I know about Clare," she replied keeping a steady arm on her gun and a steady eye watching him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied sparing her another glance.

"Put the gun down," she ordered.

"No, I don't think so. You're fast. Pretty sure I'm faster," he smirked still constantly looking between her and the boy.

Dean looked across to Sam but made no attempt to move.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"I didn't do anything, Diana."

"It's a little late for that."

"It wasn't my fault. Claire was gonna turn me in. I had no choice," he reasoned looking at her more.

"And Tony? Karen?"

"Same thing. Tony scrubbed the money. Then got skittish. And then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything. It was a mess. I had to clean it up. I just panicked."

Sam looked at Dean during the confession but Dean warned him off doing anything with a shake of his head.

"How many more people are gonna die over this Pete?" she asked.

"There's a way out," he replied looking at her. Turning to Dean he continued, "This Dean kid's is freakin' gift. We can pin the whole thing on him. Okay? No trial, nothing. Just … just one more dead scumbag."

Dean was annoyed by the description and interrupted, "hey."

But the detective pointed his gun at Dean again. Dean shrugged and raised his arms to calm things again and refrained from saying anything more.

The detective continued, "No-one will question it. Diana please! I still love you."

She went to put her gun down.

"Thank you," he said turning back to shoot Dean. "Thank you."

But she was only distracting him and she shot him before he had time to pull the trigger. He fell to the ground and Dean rolled out of the way.

"Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass?" she mused as she approached him.

He grabbed her legs and she fell to the ground dropping her gun. He retrieved his gun and threatened first to shoot Sam then Dean shouting, "don't do it. Don't do it." Before standing over Detective Ballard and aiming to shoot her.

First Detective Ballard and then Sam and Dean noticed something behind Detective Sheridan. The thing made a noise and the detective turned around to be confronted by the ghost of Claire (the first woman he killed). While he looked horrified Detective Ballard took the opportunity to retrieve her gun and shot him in the back.

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A short while later after Dean is uncuffed Detective Ballard asked, "What about the death omen Claire?"

Sam responded, "It should be over. She should be at rest."

Dean looked at her and asked, "so what now officer?"

She replied, "Pete did confess to me. He screwed up both your cases royally. I'd say there's a good chance we can get your cases dismissed."

Sam looked surprised, "you can take care of that for us?"

She replied, "I hope so. But the St Louis murder charges … that's another story. I … I can't help you." She paused thinking of a way out. "Unless I just happen to turn my back and you walked away. I could tell them that the suspects escaped."

Sam and Dean looked at each other. Dean looked relieved but Sam looked surprised.

"Wait! Are you sure?" Sam asked.

Dean butted in quickly before Sam got her to change her mind, "Yeah she's sure Sam."

Sam didn't give up, "I know, it's just … I mean, you could lose you're job over something like that."

Dean shook his head at Sam's comment and half smiled at her.

She just replied, "Look I just want you guys out there, doing what you do best. Trust me. I'll sleep better at night," she turned to walk away from them. Then she turned back, "Listen, you need to watch your back. They're gonna be looking for both of you right now." She looked at them and waved them away, "Get out of here. I got to radio this in."

Dean, as ever pushing his luck, remarked, "Hey, um … you wouldn't happen to know where my car is, by chance."

She replied, "it's at the impound yard on Robertson." Realizing what he was thinking she added quickly, "don't even think about it."

Sam smiled over an excuse, "It's okay. It's alright. Don't worry. We'll, uh, we'll just improvise. We've pretty good at that."

She returned the smile, "Yeah I've noticed."

As soon as they're out of hearing range Sam remarked, "nice lady."

Dean responded as they started on the road to town, "yeah, for a cop." After a pause he commented, "Did she look familiar." His ass hurt and he just wanted to get his car back so they can get away from here.

After some inane chatter Sam noticed that Dean isn't holding himself with his usual grace.

"Did we miss something?" he asked.

Dean gave him a confused look, "I don't think so? Found the dead girl, found out what she wanted and saved the day. No think you got it all there Sammy."

Sammy wanted to give Dean another playful shove but was concerned that Dean had been hurt. "I don't mean with the case. I mean did something happen with the detective before Detective Ballard and I arrived."

Dean inwardly squirmed; he didn't know what Sam suspected and didn't want to say too much. "What you talking about? I got abducted by a psycho cop in the middle of the night and thrown out of the van so he could shoot me. What else could have happened?" He hoped that would be enough to deflect Sam's questions.

"I don't know Dean but I feel take something else happened."

"Hey don't you start doing that touchy feely stuff on me. You're a big enough freak without that," sarcasm usually stopped Sam pursuing. "I'm just tired and stiff from all that crouching trying not to get shot."

"Dean it's more than that. I know it is," Sam pushed.

"Yeah well I've got more bruises, but they'll heal. We're alive and out of jail, just be thankful for small mercies," Dean retorted. 'I'm pleased about them and don't want to burden you with my pain, so shut up Sam,' Dean thought.

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