AN: Well here's Dean's thoughts while in the interrogation room. His is more stream of consciousness than Sam's but I think it still works.

Thanks for the great feedback on the first part! You guys were super nice and supportive, so thanks.

Supernatural isn't mine.

Dean sat handcuffed to the table and listened to that smug ass detective accuse him of multiple murders. What was this guy's problem anyway? Granted he thought Dean was a killer and general deviant but there was something off about this guy. He gave the hunter a bad feeling and the handcuffs jingling every time he shifted didn't help. He knew they probably had picked up Sam after finding the hotel matchbook on him. They probably didn't have his brother handcuffed to a table though, Sam was the 'good' kid.

What the hell were these dumb ass cops doing? Why did he have to sit in this room alone and with nothing to do forever? Dean didn't take well to just sitting around. Maybe he could work on the case, what was that name? Dana Shulps. No Dana anywhere in the records though. Maybe it wasn't a name…anagram maybe. His thought process was interrupted by the arrival of his lawyer. The guy started rambling about his case while Dean scribbled different combinations of the letters. Do you understand how serious these charges are? How could he not understand? He was handcuffed to a table!

Ashland Street, huh? Well that should be enough for Sam to work with. He was sure Sam could make his way out of here without too much trouble. He was sure they were holding Sam in a less restrictive room. Hilts and McQueen, Sam would understand that. Now for a distraction. Time to confess. Mr. Winchester, I'd advise against that strongly. Shut up Matlock. Dean ignored his attorney and started his story. He went with the truth this time, knowing it would keep everyone's eyes and attention on him while Sam escaped.

After being shoved into a wall by the creepy detective, being put in a cell, and being pulled back into that ugly ass room, Dean was exhausted. He didn't want to be here anymore and he was worried about Sam. Dean knew his brother could take care of himself, but he didn't want Sam hunting alone. He needed Dean to watch his back, provide witty commentary, and be the handsome one of the pair.

I want to know more about that stuff you were talking about earlier. You don't really. Believe me. But she sounded serious so he decided to indulge her. Then he noticed the bruises. I don't know. It wasn't there before. She saw it! Crap. Just what they need, a cop seeing this thing. He didn't get the same vibe from her as he got from her partner and decided to trust her. He told her where to find Sam and hoped it was the right thing to do.

Come on Sammy, solve this thing and get me outta here!

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