Then

"Don't spread alarm. It's just me, the killer." She walked deep into the room. Dean looked her up to down, noticing the strange clothes, but not and her marks on the face.

Neither of the brothers did.

Soon, Dean again hit the pillow to continue his sleep, as Malthea stopped next to Sam's bed. "I got one question for you both. Do you have any idea how many times Bobby had called?"

Dean, hearing about Singer, rolled around as squinted at the sun light. "Damn it." He told tiredly with his sleepy voice, standing slolwy up.

"Yeah, I thought that so." She told before drinking from someone's bottle that had been staying on one of the nightands. "Remind me that we have to talk about something later, before I start murdering you all." Malthea said in serious tone, going to the bathroom.

The day had just begun.

Earlier That Day

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A/N: I know that on the mug shot letter board is written "Little Rock" ; "Little Rock A.R.", but you don't have to worry about that. Image that on it's place is Maryland. Ok? Ok. :P

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"Are you trying to kill us!?" As was holding tightly to the grab handle with his both hands, Sam said to Dean.

They three've been riding for almost a whole day. Amalthea kept quiet that all time, lounging on the backseat and observing the view from the window. She made every effort to not fell asleep or close her eyes for long time. Otherwise, her nightmare will surrounds her again and won't let go easy.

"Not my fault, dude. Baby is catching up with that all time I was gone." He answered simply.

"Yea, the car missed you." Sam told sarcastically, cocking a brow up at him.

"Shut up."

"So, what did Bobby say? Where's that girl?"  Feeling how the silence was about to conquer the car once again, Amatlhea asked Sam about the insane female.

Dean slowed down the car as narrowed his eyes, listening to her.

Sam took his stare over at Dean and return it to the road. He was thinking that they both with his brother should have a little chat. "Kristen is moved to the Baltimore State Hospital For Criminally Insane." The younger Winchester said silently after a uncomfortable moment of stillness.

"In Maryland?!"

"No, in Malthland." Dean teased, his tone serious.

Sam tried not to react at Malth and Dean's mocking, but it brought him, even for awhile, a slight smile on the lips. It was hard to be in their company and not grin.

"Hush up, Winchester, I'm not talking to you." Even though she's tremendously pissed off, the sound of his surname on her lips is one of the few occurrences that always manage to shut Dean's mouth and let her carry on with her speech. "How we're going to get in there?"

"That's the problem. We can't. The policemen don't let foreign people close to the prisoners, the patiens or however you like call them. We can't get in there." Sam explained, almost discouragingly. Only those people who know him well could knew that he was hiding something in his head.

"Why you're sounding like you got an idea?"

Dean, his brother, was one of them.

"We can act like people with mental ills?" He suggested.

"Eeh!" Suddenly, Dean made a buzzer sound, rejecting the supposition. "Shit-eating plan. Next?"

"Dude, you never agree with my plans!"

"Sometimes I do." Dean replied, completely sure.

Malthea snorted at him and then looked around to see the signboard 'Welcome to Maryland'. The idea suddenly popped inside her head. "Winchester, ride fast when I tell you Vin Diesel!"

"We're communicating now?" He asked, confused, as frowned.

"Diesel!" Just like a thunder, the car shot forward after her yell.

Sam, from all his stress, didn't forget to shout at Dean to stop. Seemingly, the older Winchester disobeyed and continue to ride fast. He knew what was Malthea's aim.

"THE POLICE! DEAN! STOP! RIGHT NOW! YOU'RE NOT ONLY GOING TO KILL US, BUT AND TO PUT US IN JAIL!" Sam yelled as he watched the following from behind police car.

Dean, though he knew that had to stop, didn't. The need for speed was itching fiercely under his skin. Before they got caught by the cops, Dean needed to experience the pure adrenaline rush he wished for so long when was in Hell.

The street he turned down led him to it's end, and he finally had to stop, for his brother's relief.

"Awesome .." He sighed out, when pulled over the car. "Great plan, Malth." Rolling down the window, Dean said as looked over at her in the rear-view mirror.

He was actually enjoying now.

"Yea, applause for it." Sam added, still in shock. Soon, after he put together the pieces all over the car of himself, he will search for vengeance.

The cop came in front of the driver's side window, angry and annoyed. "Your license and registration!"

"Sure thing. Let me find it." Dean told with smirk, giving Sam a look to calm down as he 'searched' for the wallet.

Amalthea's sudden hysterical laugh dragged their full attention to herself.

"Is she okay?" The policeman asked the Winchesters, frowning at her.

The brothers were too surprised of her act to answer.

"No." Amalthea bit softly her thumb, chuckling. "And you?" She walked out of the car and stood right in front of the cop. Still laughing to herself. "I'm kidding."  She giggled, later on slided her finger down his uniform as got closer her body to his."But you seem little mad at us .." The playgirl, aka the actress, purred, kissing lustfully his lips. The both brothers were with dropped jaws. "How are you now, officer?"

"Is she trying to .." Sam sent at Dean a questioned look.

But Dean just closed his eyes, not able to response.

The girl pulled gently from his lips. "I was wondering if you can let us inside the hospital for criminally insane?"

"I'm --raid .. I-I can-not let-t-t you-u in the-e-ere .." The cop tried to form a sentence, but the touch of her hands all over his body was too distracting. "Miss ..--"

She cut him off, looking with her captivating blue eyes. "Please, sir, I'm one really crazy and naughty criminal. Let me .. get in there .." She set series of softly kisses on his neck, moaning. "Please .."

She was born to be an actress, also to annoy Dean. He wanted to punch the dude, standing before his mate. The hunter had still strong feelings for her, even if he didn't want to admit it.

"Malth?" Sam muttered.

She shared again her look with the officer. The girl already won at the battle with the horny policeman, now was Dean's turn. The game has just started for them both.

As she expected, Dean was glaring from aside at them, thinking which head he should cut off - her or the cop's one.

"O-okay.." She gasped once more, this time louder, hearing the acceptance she wanted. "Oh, freaking God!"

Malthea had a huge affect on him.

Huge ..

"Get your dirty hands off her!" The impudent man tried to pull his hand beneath her shirt, but again he didn't guess at all. Dean punched him and he fell down. "Stand up and be a man!"

"I'm kinda already up, if u know what I mean .." The daredevil stood up, looking overwhelmed by her look as hid with hand his growing arousal.

Dean freaked out. The cop should pray loud for himself.

"What!? You fucking son of a bitch!" Glowering at the idiot, Dean shouted and gave him a second punch on the other side of the face.

The cop lied on the ground, bleeding.

  "Douchebag!" Dean yelled at him.

"What happens in Maryland, stays in Maryland." Sam said, the trio looking at the man, which Dean just send in coma. Probably. "Right?" He lifted his sight up at them.

Amalthea sighed as looked desperately at the motionless cop. "That was freaking stupid and unnecessary, Wincheser! Now I should do the same with that guy over there."  Her view was put on an other cop, walking towards them. "Hey, you!"

"No! C'mon! That's not some date .." Dean sighed. ".. site." He gave up because she already went to seduce the other cop.

"Can I ask you for a favor .." They heard her setting a question.

Sam scratched the back of his neck, looking at the fascinating huntress with unicorn origin.

The definition of her seems unreal, but it's true.

"Dude, she's.." Sam paused.

And his brother continued for him. ".. crazy! I know!" Dean pressed angrily.

"Don't touch my butt! You pervert bloody cop!" Just when they thought she will use again the tactics that applied on the injured cop a moment ago, Amalthea disproved them. She shoved him on the ground with a hard force. "Stupid piece of shit!" Mercilessly, she kicked in the crotch the officer who grunted out in pain.

"Oughhhh!"

"What now? Are you gonna arest me already or you're going to lay there like a full pussy?!" She pouted, pushing his leg, droningly. "Psh, simple dickcop."

(ooo)

The goal was reached and the three hunters were arrested and taken to the police station. The first one who has to be standing for a mug shot was Dean as held a sign that says '81A3827 ; Maryland ; City Police ; Maryland A. R.' .

"I call this one Blue Steel." Seemingly, the short brother, reaching to 6'3, was thinking he was at the photo studio, and pursed his lips in Paris Hilton's style, arched his right eyebrow and mugs for the camera. "How do I look?" He asked, before turning around for a second picture.

"Like my mother." Dean wasn't this time the only sarcastic man at the place. "To the right!"

"You go to the right, douchebag!"

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Sam was the next one.

He did everything the man from the station had told him to do, looking with the same desperate face all that time.

"Who's next?!"

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When the last of them three stood with the mug board in front of the camera, the 'polite' officer looked at his colleagues with a questioned face. "Couldn't you be shorter?" He asked the huntress, amused, turning his look at her direction.

"At least, I'm not one fat cop, eating doughnuts with-his-lower-part-of-the-body." She coughed as was holding her hand close to her mouth, looking more realistic. "I might be getting sick."

"If you don't shut up, ..--"

Amalthea was too irritated of threats, so she decided to interrupt the policeman and carry the teasing with him. "Oh, sorry, did I hurt your fat ass' feelings?"

"To the left!"

(ooo)

"You're telling me that you're Nubbins Sawyer? Like Nubbins Sawyer from The Texas chainsaw massacre?" Inside the interrogation room, detective O'Conner asked suspiciously Sam.

His smile freezed, like she just exposed him.

Sam let a long sigh out from his mouth as slouched across a plastic chair, while being handcuffed to a table.

"My mother told me once that I should not talk with my meal. I never listened to her, though." He tried to stood up, scaring the detective to death. Sam leaned on the table, a twisted psychopathic smile playing on his lips. "I love talking to my meal!"

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Malth pretended to be with mental ills, just like Sam. The hunters hadn't been discussing anything about the plan, just improvised. Each of them was playing it's role properly and convincingly. It was strange that they all were presenting themselves as members from the psycho Texas family - Sawyer.

"I'm a unicorn! Don't you believe me?!"

"Calm down, .." The detective looked inside of the forms as turned then her sight at her name, written on them. ".. Luna Sawyer?!"

Amalthea smirked and put her feet up on the table that separated her from the shocked detective. "Calm down, detective duck." Then she laughed a joyless laugh. "Detective duck!" Her voice became squeaky and loud, mixed with her unending chuckle. "I love eating fried humans. The taste is completely the same with the one of the fried duck." Amalthea looked up, frowning. "Actually, not. But anyway."

"You're insane, girl!" The female detective noted.

"No, I'm not a girl. I'm a unicorn."

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"And you must be Jedidiah Sawyer? Am I right?" That same detective asked Dean. She was looking straight at him with wide opened eyes - she was fallen into a shock, both his charm and scary name having some influence on it.

"Call me Leatherface. It sounds sexy when it's said from a mouth like yours." He turned his charm right on.

And she stiffened at it. "Aha .. Well, sexy .. Mr. Sawyer .. Leather, uhm, face; I wanna ask you one question." If he wasn't a criminal, as she thinks he is, the detective surely could give him her number. Her nervous