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 As Sam and Dean are arrested, Analina has to hide. Analina soon finds out there is something more pressing than cops involved.

Rating: PG-13
Contains:  Implicit danger, minor violence, and mild language

CHAPTER FIFTEEN:  
Arrested

BOBBY CALLED AGAIN while we were on the road and told us that the demonic activity was in motion. The demons weren’t staying in a single town for long. Noting a pattern, we decided to stay at a motel that night and intercept the demons the next day – if we were correct in our calculations. After grabbing dinner, we pulled up to the motel. We walked into the lobby and started to check in. We got adjoining rooms – which was nice for me. Dean handed me a key as he finished signing in and handed the man his credit card. 

“The rooms are just around the corner to the left,” the clerk said as he took the card. He fiddled at the machine for a while. It was taking longer than usual, but the man seemed fine. It didn’t seem like anything was wrong with the card. He muttered something about the machine. Maybe he was new? I was getting tired of just standing there. It had been a long day. 

“I’ll walk,” I said and turned to leave. 

Dean was about to protest, but the manager started saying something to Sam and he. 

I just smiled, left, and walked around the side of the building. The room was about halfway down the walkway, away from the street. I liked the idea that I wouldn’t have to worry about bright lights flickering in the room during the night. Just as I pulled out the key to open the door, my cell phone rang. I glanced at it. It was Dean. That was weird. I answered it. 

Before I could say anything, Dean said, “Cops are here. You need to hide.” 

“What?” I knew they had problems with the cops in the past. They did break the law – practically every day. I wasn’t sure if they knew about me yet. Would I be an accomplice then? 

“Now,” he said urgently. 

“And you?” I asked, panic settling in. I looked around. Everything was still. There was a high brick wall to my left. The motel rooms were to my right. Looking farther down the walkway, I saw an open grassy area. Behind that was a wall of a building. 

“We’ve been spotted. Call Bobby when you’re safe. We’ll manage.” 

The phone went dead. I had no place to hide around here. Other buildings surrounded the motel behind me, but they were probably locked. After a moment, I had an idea. I opened the motel room and without touching anything else, hid. 

Playing hide and seek with my little cousins, practically saved my life here. Several years ago, my cousins were in from out of town and the littlest one wanted to play hide and seek. Her oldest sister had hidden so well that no one could find her. She eventually showed herself to me when I was in the bedroom by myself, trying to find her as well. I never disclosed her hiding spot because it was so good. Where did she hide? She hid under the pillows at the top of the made up bed. Because the bed was made, no one saw her or thought to look under the cover and pillows. I figured I was small enough that I could probably just manage. 

I quickly got underneath the pillows and straightened the bedding out as best as I could. If it went according to plan, they wouldn’t know I was there unless they either sat on me or unmade the bed. I waited in silence with my heart beating in my ears. 

I heard noises outside the door. The police were definitely here. After what seemed like hours, I heard the door unlock. 

“Do you know if she entered the room?” the officer asked. 

“I couldn’t tell,” the manager said – from outside the room. “She went on ahead of ‘em. The alert didn’t say anything about a woman, so I kept the men busy. The camera don’t reach this far down from the front, but she went down this way.” 

“It’s okay. You did well,” the officer said. I heard others walking through the room. They remained silent. The only noise was the doors opening and shutting. Someone looked under the bed. My heart froze when I felt the pressure on the side of the bed. Thankfully, I wasn’t seen. 

“Sir, I don’t think she came in here. She must have run into the surrounding buildings,” a man spoke right near me on the other side. I almost jumped. 

Pause. 

“Anything in the other room?” The officer called out. 

“No, sir,” a voice answered. 

“Alright. Let’s move out. I want a complete search of the surrounding neighborhood. I have to get down to the station,” the officer said as they left. 

The footsteps slowly retreated, and the door slammed shut. 

I breathed a little easier until I realized that I was sort of trapped in there now. They would be searching the neighborhood for how long? How were Sam and Dean going to get out of jail? I don’t think I would be able to help them. I could call Bobby, but he was hours away. Would he be able to do anything? 

I stuck my nose out of the covers so I could breathe better. One thing was sure. I wasn’t going anywhere right away unless I wanted to get caught. 

Then I had an idea. Cas could get them out of there. 

“Cas?” I called quietly. “Are you there?” 

I waited. Nothing happened. I cleared my throat and called again. Still nothing happened. Well, maybe he was already getting them out, I reasoned. I didn’t really believe that. I stayed there for another fifteen minutes, according to the bedside clock. I was starting to get hot under the pillows and blankets. 

SURELY, I WAS SAFE TO COME OUT NOW, I thought. They weren’t going to come back in the room, right? They were searching for me outside, and I wasn’t even on the alert that the manager got. Maybe they won’t spend so much time on me. Maybe they would think I was a prostitute like that one motel. 

“Get a grip, Analina,” I said to myself. I added, “Wanting to be mistaken for a prostitute is not a good thing.” 

Wait. Dean said to call Bobby. 

I pulled out my phone. Dean called me last. I wondered if they would be able to track me through the cell phone. Can they do that? 

I sighed. Being with these guys had made me more paranoid than ever. I turned off the cell phone for now. Would it be safer to use the motel phone? They could trace that, but they wouldn’t be looking at it right now. Would they? 

I bit my lip and sat on the floor by the bed. I had been careful about being in front of the one window. Another five minutes. Okay, I seriously needed to make a call to Bobby, I argued with myself. And, I can’t leave the room just yet to do it. My only option was to use the cell or the hotel phone. After that? Well, I would wait and see what Bobby would say. I was sure he had more experience with this than me. 

After much deliberation, I reached for the motel line. I dialed Bobby’s number. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, Bobby, it’s me,” I said quietly. 

“Analina?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Oh no, what’s wrong?” he muttered. 

“Well….” I told him the story as best as I could. He swore a few times during it. “Now I’m sort of trapped in the room. I’m not sure if I should use the cell phone or even have it on at this point… Basically, what should I do?” 

“Are those idjits are trying to kill me?” Bobby asked. 

“I imagine not intentionally,” I said lightly. 

He turned away from the phone, and I didn’t quite catch his response to that. It wasn’t a compliment to be sure. “Alright, first thing’s first. Where are you at?” 

I told him. He started typing on the other end. 

“Any word from Cas?” 

“No, he hasn’t responded to me. I was hoping that he was helping them already, but I don’t think that’s the case.” 

Bobby grunted and sighed. “It’s going to take me a couple of hours to get there, and you should probably hang out in that room for a while. I’ll see if I can tell when and if they call off the search for you. It doesn’t seem like they are that interested in you at the moment. The alert only mentions the boys.” 

“So sit and wait?” I asked. 

“Pretty much,” he replied. “I would stay near those pillows. That was some cool, tricky thinking on your part.” 

“Thanks,” I said. “And my cell? Is that going to be a problem?” 

“Make sure the GPS is turned off, and it’s either on vibrate or silent. You’ll be alright. I’ll call that line when it should be free for you to get out of there. Just hang tight for now.” 

“Okay, Bobby,” I said. “And thanks a lot.” 

“It’s all part of my job,” he said, slightly embarrassed. “I’ll call you soon.” 

He hung up, and I was left in silence. 

It was pitch black outside. They wouldn’t keep searching in the dark for me, I assured myself. I hadn’t heard back from Bobby since I called him two hours ago. I hoped that Dean and Sam would be okay. We would be in a lot of trouble if we couldn’t get them out. 

Suddenly, my phone vibrated. I jumped so high that it hurt my butt when I landed. I looked at the caller ID. It was Dean’s cell phone. I was torn between answering it or not. He could have escaped or the police were trying to find me by using it. 

I hesitantly answered, “Hello?” 

“Analina, it’s me. Dean. We have a situation here.” 

No shit, I thought. “Did you get out?” 

“Well, sort of. We’re no longer arrested if that’s what you mean, but there’s a slight problem.” 

“What?” I breathed. 

“There are demons surrounding the jail. They already killed three people and possessed one. We’re in lock down here.” 

“How many demons?” 

“I don’t know. Maybe thirty,” he said. I heard him turn to possibly look out the window. “It’s hard to tell.” 

“Thirty?” I blurted before I realized that I should probably be more careful of my volume. 

“Yeah, I know,” he sighed. “I think the car is still parked at the motel. They didn’t get to impound her yet, so we basically have nothing but rock salt here and regular guns – a lot of good those will do. ” Someone said something in the background and Dean answered, “You don’t poke a bear with a BB gun. That’s just going to make them mad.” 

“Dean, I don’t think I can handle thirty demons,” I confessed. My insides squirmed. 

“I figured, but we could use your help. Where are you now?” 

“I’m still at the motel.” 

“What?” he exclaimed. “And they didn’t find you?” 

“I’m good at playing hide and seek,” I said with a smile. “I’ll tell you later. What should I do?” 

He paused for a moment. I bet he was trying to figure out how I managed to remain at the motel and not get caught. “I need you to bring my car here. And, we’ll somehow get to you or you get to us.” 

“Past thirty demons?” I asked. 

“Yeah,” he said, unimpressed with the thought. “I’m working on it.” 

“Alright. They’re not still looking for me, are they? The police, I mean.” 

Dean said something in the background, and someone replied. 

“We’re taking care of it now.” He paused. “If you don’t want to do this…” 

“Dean, don’t be ridiculous,” I said, exiting the room. I felt very exposed, which seemed unnecessary now. I started walking back to the Impala. “So umm… how exactly am I going to drive your car to wherever you are without the keys?” 

He sighed. “You’re going to have to hot-wire her.” 

“What?” 

“It’s okay. I’ll-I’ll walk you through it.” He didn’t seem comfortable with the idea. 

“Hot-wire your car?” I was in disbelief. I’ve witnessed him working on the car before. I could probably change the oil by how many times he’s done it, but hot-wire it? I came to the car in question. 

“Yes,” he answered. 

“I…. Okay, tell me what I need to do.” 

Thankfully, the doors were unlocked. Before he gave the step by step instructions, he briefly explained how hot-wiring a car worked. It did not reassure me. 

“You first need to remove the panel under the steering wheel,” he started. 

I pulled a screwdriver out from the kit in the backseat. My palms were already sweating. 

“I’m not going to be held responsible for anything that happens to this car, am I?” I asked, sitting down in the front seat. 

“Analina, you’re making me nervous. Are you removing the screws?” 

“Yes,” I sighed. I started to remove the screws. He never did answer the question. 

“I called Bobby,” I said, as I worked. “I think he’s on his way over. I couldn’t get a hold of Cas.” 

“Yeah, I couldn’t either,” Dean said. To the side, he told Sam to call Bobby. 

“Alright. The panel is off,” I said. My pulse spiked when I saw the blobs of wires hidden underneath. “Dean, are you serious?” 

“I know it looks bad, but it’s not that hard,” he commented. “There should be three bundles of wires. You want the one that leads up into the steering column. These wires lead to the battery, ignition, and starter…” 

I took a deep breath and pulled the wires out a little more so I could see them better as he explained what to do. 

I held the supposedly correct bundle in my hands. I hesitantly said, “Okay.” 

“Find the thick red wire and a pink and brown one.” 

“Red, pink, and brown wires.” I moved the three wires away from the other ones. 

“Now you’ll need to strip about an inch off from the wires. And, be careful not to let them touch anything metal,” he warned. 

Great, I thought. I looked in the kit for something to strip the wires and got to work. 

“How are you doing?” he asked. He sounded apprehensive himself. 

“Just fine,” I said, slightly sarcastic. “I guess it’s a little too late to stop now.” 

“You’re doing fine. Twist the red and the pink wire together. This will turn on the electrical system.”

I twisted the two wire. My eyes flickered to lights above my head. “Okay, I think that worked. The dash lit up.”

“Good. This next part you need to be very careful. You’ll need to spark the starter wire – the brown one. This is a live wire, so don’t touch it. Touch the end of this to the battery wire. Don’t twist it on; just spark it against the wire you just twisted to start the car.” 

He waited. It sparked several times. I almost was about to give up, thinking that I had the wrong wires, and then finally the engine revved. Dean must have heard it. 

“Good, now rev it a few times so you don’t stall,” he said in relief. “Now you can remove the starter wire. You should be able to drive it now.” 

I sighed. “Dean?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Don’t ever make me do that again, please,” I said, fastening the seatbelt and shutting the car door. 

“Sweetheart, trust me. I don’t ever want you to.” 

I chuckled. “Where are you?” 

“Turn left out of the motel lot. Drive down that road for about a mile or so. You’ll see an old gas station on your left. At that intersection, make a left. You should see us down the road on your right.” 

I cautiously backed the car out of the parking spot. It was a longer car than I was used to driving. Please, don’t let me wreck this car, I prayed silently to myself. 

“And your plan?” I asked. 

“I’m working on it. Give me a minute.” He started talking to the people in the station. I switched ears as I waited. I drove extra carefully. It felt weird being behind the wheel after months of riding in the back of the car. 

I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Apparently, about thirty demons surrounded the police station with Sam, Dean, and I don’t know how many others trapped inside. I was sure the demons would eventually realize I was outside.  

“And the people inside?” I asked. I noticed a turn up ahead. 

“They’re alright. Shaken up mostly.” 

“Are they protected? I mean against possession?” I asked. Sam and Dean had their anti-possession tattoos on their chests. “You can draw that design on them just in case.” 

“That’s not a bad idea,” he mumbled. “Hang on.” 

I came to the gas station; it was abandoned. The pumps were no longer there and it was all dark. I pulled into the lot. 

“Dean, I’m at the gas station. I think I need to know the plan before I pull up,” I said into the phone. I put the car in park. 

It took a moment before he realized I was talking to him. 

“Right, so, uh… here’s what we’re going to do,” he said. He started telling me the plan. 

“Oh God,” I mumbled, as I thought about it. 

“I’m not saying it’s a good plan. I’m not even saying that it’ll work. But, it’s the best we have right now.” 

“No, no. I get it.” I sighed. “How long will it take to set up?” 

“Probably ten-fifteen minutes. Keep the car running. I don’t want you to have to spark her again,” he added. 

“Don’t worry about that.” 

“I’ll call you when we’re ready,” he said and then hung up. 

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