Sam sat in a prison cell for nearly 12 years. From the age of 16 to the age of 28, Sam ate nothing but slop. He was thrown in solitary more than once for attacking, and sometimes killing, other prisoners. The guards were too afraid to try to control him. The other prisoners didn’t want to end up like others before them, so they stayed out of his way.
Dean wasn’t going to let his baby brother rot in jail.
“Winchester, you’ve got a visitor. It’s a fed. Come on, get up.”
Sam sat across from Dean, separated only by glass that he was fairly certain he could break with the guard’s head.
“Sammy, buddy, I’m gonna get you out.”
Two days later, their faces were all over the news.
Sam Winchester, the Chem Lab Killer, ESCAPED
Dean had fallen into Sam’s trap. He had lost his mind. He’d become just as vicious and crazy as Sam.
They weren’t afraid of capture. They left notes for cops. They looked into security cameras. They killed in broad daylight. But no one dared to pursue them.
For three years, the country lived in fear. Living in a big city, living in a crowded house or dorm, none of it could protect one from their violence. Cars were found abandoned with blood-stained seats and bodies in the trunks. More and more kids were homeschooled, and more and more delivery workers quit their jobs.
The FBI, Homeland Security, all police precincts were on high alert.
The Winchester brothers were never found. Some believed they had died. Others believed they had moved to a new country. Those who had crossed their path and lived to tell the tale knew in their hearts that Sam and Dean would be back. And they, even after the rest of the country had recovered, lived in fear of the day the Winchesters would return.
