Yet again had Dean and Sam been arrested. For crimes theyadmittedly did commit, but ones that were justified in their line of work. Sure, desecrating a grave looked pretty bad from the outside, but they were just trying to burn the bones of a monster so it didn’t come back.

Despite the protest of both Dean and Sam, they were separated and put in different cells, waiting to be processed and appointed a court date. Dean sighed and looked around the jail cell, thinking he was the only one In the cell, he sat down, swinging his feet into the empty space under the concrete seat, only to hit not-so-empty-space. He could hear a low groan come from whoever was under the seat.

“Oh. Shit.” He muttered, unsure of what to do.