Sam was freaking out. You'd been wrongfully arrested for murder, and Sam was pacing marks onto the floor with how worried he was. You were an angel, you'd never do anything close to that. And of course you all knew what had really happened. You were hunting a vengeful spirit and the cops had interrupted the case, found you standing over the body.

"You have fifteen minutes."

The detective passes by boredly, making Sam's jaw nearly snap off. How dare he act casual about this?

"Thanks."

Sam responds gruffly, beelining for the interrogation room. He finds you sitting there, handcuffed rather tightly to the desk, a wet, hiccuping mess.

"Hey, shh."

Sam hurries to your side, trying not to look as angry as he really is. You didn't deserve that right now.

"It's gonna be okay. We'll get you out. We always get each other out, remember?"

Sam kneels next to you, putting himself at your height. You looked so upset, it was killing him.

"You're okay. You just get a little vacation from hunting for a day or two, hmm?"

He tries to joke, the smile not really reaching his eyes. God, you must've been miserable. You were always so claustrophobic, and now you couldn't even move your hands.

"Listen, honey."

Sam murmurs, gently stroking your fingers while simultaneously sliding a bobby pin into your hand.

"I'm gonna get you out of here. I promise you. You'll be in a nice hotel bathtub in less than twenty four hours."