Archive of Our Own

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Wade watched the demon compound through the high powered video camera. He didn't want to keep watching, but he had to. This was the sort of intelligence that ASH needed. No matter how depraved it was nor how sickened he might personally be for having witnessed it. Far down in the valley, he could see Talley and his consort, they were sitting together holding court with over a dozen demons gathered around them.

To one side, another poor human soul was being roasted on a rotating spit. A demon wearing a chef's hat and a apron was tending the fire. One demon was brought before Talley in iron chains. Something was said that made Talley furious and the man stood from his seat and with a gesture forced the demon to its knees.

Wade thought that he was going to see another exorcism, instead, Talley produced a knife from his belt and sliced through the demon's throat. Ruby was standing next to him with a large challis in her hands. She was smiling as she captured a cup full of blood and handed it to the man. Jake returned to his seat and took a long drink from the challis. His whole body shuddered with what looked like pleasure and the pupils flickered with a pale yellow light.

After the festivities died down, Wade shut off the camera and pulled the memory card from it. He took care to cover over the tripod anchors and made his way back to camp. He stumbled once, cursing to himself that even though he had been healed by the angel, he was still weaker than he had once been.

Roy was not yet back from the latest supply run, but this couldn't wait. Wade powered up the laptop and plugged in the satellite phone and connected to the internet. He followed the carefully written instructions and uploaded the data from the card into a file sharing website and emailed Bobby Singer the URL for the file adding a CC list of all the hunters on the ASH network that had email accounts. He also compressed the file and emailed that directly to Bobby in case anything went wrong with the upload.

He heard a soft crunch of leaves, like a footstep and he turned to see three men looking at him with black eyes. He looked down quickly and saw that his hex bag was missing from his waist. His heart stuttered with fear and he reached for his gun.

Smoke coming from the camp alerted Roy that something was seriously wrong. They never used fire to cook with, it was too easily spotted. He parked his Jeep just off the road and hiked in with his rifle out. He made it to the edge of the camp and stopped, his heart sank at the sight before him.

The camp was trashed, tents torn to shreds and equipment in pieces all over the ground. Roy saw Wade, his body suspended from a tree by his own entrails. As quietly as he could, he backed away from the camp. There was no way he could retrieve the body on his own. He would have to return later with help.

** ** **

The house was a modest two story 70's style A-frame house, with a large bedroom on the second floor that was actually open to the living room below and a smaller bedroom nestled in the back of the first floor behind the kitchen. It has been in disrepair when Dean had spotted it off the side of the road, high up on a steep hill. The road that led to the house was so overgrown, he suspected that no one had been in the house in several years. After a quick check for structural integrity, Dean and Castiel had done a quick cleaning job, letting fresh air into the house and dusting every surface. The mattresses in both bedrooms had still been wrapped in the shipping plastic, which made Dean suspect that the house had been set up as a vacation home but had never been used.

A trip to a local thrift store got them clean sheets and blankets for both beds and a some replacement clothes for their patient. After having healed the worst of his wounds, Castiel had taken the barely conscious young man into the shower and washed the blood and dirt from his skin. Then they had bundled him into the first floor bed to let him sleep.

Dean looked in through the doorway at Adam Milligan, the kids wallet had still been in the tattered remains of his pants and they had run a quick background check via the internet. A resident of Windom, Minnesota, senior at JKF Memorial High School and son of Kate Milligan, a nurse at the local hospital. It was very easy to find the kid's MySpace page, were he had listed his achievements and goals. There was even a photo gallery that he had created in which there were several photographs of someone that should not be there. The thing that really stuck with Dean was finding out that Adam was a member of the ROTC and was planning on going into the Marines after he graduated from college.

Adam slowly ate the bowl of soup that was the first meal he'd had in a few days. He winced and shifted gingerly as the remaining bruises made themselves felt. They hadn't really spoken much yet beyond the cursory introductions and a terse “We rescued you, you're safe. Now go back to sleep.” That had been about twelve hours ago, and now Dean needed answers. If this kid really was related to him and Lilith had figured out a loophole in the deal, then Sam and Jessica weren't safe anymore. The bitch escaping meant it was only a matter of time before she spread the word to the rest of the demon army.

“How is the soup?” Dean asked, after stepping farther into the room.

“Not bad for canned soup.” Adam said with a shrug. “My Grandma used to make me home made chicken soup when ever I was sick.”

“Sounds really nice.” Dean replied. “She still around?”

“Nah, she died a few years ago.” Adam replied. “Heart attack, really quick.”

“Sorry.” Dean winced, he sucked at this sort of thing. “Anyone we can call to let them know you are alright?”

“Mom, she's probably worried sick.” Adam said. “It's been a couple days, hasn't it?”

“We'll give her a call after you finish eating.” Dean promised. “What about your dad?”

Adam's face darkened a bit. “My dad isn't around often. He travels a lot.”

Castiel came to stand next to the doorway, listening intently. Dean glanced at him and swallowed hard, this was going to be the hardest thing he'd done in a while. “Adam, I need to ask you a couple of questions. It's important that we understand what happened and why those people hurt you.”

Adam put the bowl of soup down in the bedside table and sat up more in the bed. “Okay.”

“First, which of them tied you up?” Dean asked.

“Mr. Johnson.” Adam said shakily. “I thought it was a joke at first. I came to babysit for the night, but then something was really off. The neighborhood was really quiet, like a ghost town. Usually there are people walking their dogs or gardening and crap. The Johnson's will go out to a fancy dinner and dancing once a month. But when I came in, neither of them were dressed to go out. Then Rebecca orders Mr. Johnson to tie me up and then next thing I know I'm getting the shit beat out of me.” Tears were tracking down his face and he was shaking. “I begged them to let me go, but they kept hitting me.”

“It's okay.” Dean sat on the bed and carefully placed a hand on Adam's shoulder. “I know it doesn't feel like it right now. But you're safe here.”

“Thanks.” Adam nodded and took several deep breaths. “I don't even know why you're helping me.”

“We'll get to that in a minute. Right now, I need to ask you something else.” Dean said and pulled out a photograph of his father from inside his jacket pocket and handed it to Adam. “I need to ask you if you know this man.”

Adam looked down at the photograph in surprise and confusion. “Yeah, this is my father. How do you know him?”

Dean dropped his chin down to his chest and covered his eyes with his right hand. He took several deep breaths trying to calm down. He felt Castiel's strong hand touch his shoulder and he nodded his thanks. “Adam, my name is Dean Winchester. I'm John Winchester's son.” He swallowed hard. “I'm your brother.”

Adam stared at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Dean is your half brother.” Castiel said evenly. “John Winchester's first born son.”

“But... he never said anything to me.” Adam looked confused and hurt. “He never even hinted.”

“Don't be surprised by the shit that man doesn't share.” Dean replied with a bitter laugh. “I've been dealing with for years.”

“Dean.” Castiel admonished, before turning back to Adam. “You also have another half brother. He is four years younger than Dean, his name is Samuel.”

“I have two brothers?” Adam just looked gobsmacked.

“Believe me,” Dean said solemnly. “If I had known you were out there, I would have tried to find you.”

“Have you had much contact with your father?” Castiel asked.

Adam shifted in the bed, wincing again. “Not as much as I'd like. I mean I didn't know who he was until I was six, and then only because I kept pestering my mom for a name. But I didn't actually meet him in person until I was ten.” He looked down at his hands, there was some mild bruising from where the ropes had bitten into his wrists. “He would come by every few months, stay for a couple days, maybe as long as a week. He'd take me to a ball game or we'd go fishing.” He looked away then back up at Dean. “When he found out I was thinking about joining the military to pay for college, he suggested I join the JROTC so I could get a good scholarship. He even talked to the local recruiter about what I would need to take the ASVABs. I just figured he was trying to make up for the time he couldn't spend with me.”

Dean clenched his hands together but didn't otherwise react. He swallowed hard against a lump of anger that was starting to grow in his gut. “So, when was the last time you saw him?”

“It's weird,” Adam said. “He showed up last June, out of the blue. He and mom kinda locked themselves in her bedroom for a day and then he stayed. He just stayed, for like a month. He's been back every couple of weeks ever since. It's been really kinda nice.”

“I bet it has.” Dean replied. “I'll let you call your mom now. You can tell her you'll be home in a day or so. We just want to make sure that you're recovering okay and that it is safe for you to go home.” He stood up to leave the room and was surprised when Adam grabbed his arm.

“Dean,” Adam looked uncomfortable. “I just want to thank you, for saving me. I don't remember a lot after the first day, but I remember you cutting me down. I would have died there if not for you.”

“I'll be right down the hall if you need anything.” Dean smiled just a little. He walked into the small kitchen and placed his hands palms flat against the counter. He dropped his head down and hunches his shoulders, trying to reign in his tempter. “I'm going to kill him.” he muttered darkly. “I'm going to kill him and leave his body out for the buzzards to eat.”

“Dean.” Castiel scolded gently.

“I'm serious, Cas.” Dean replied, straightening and walking the five strides to stand before the sliding glass doors that lead out to the small deck. “I'm done. I've had all I can take from my father. It wasn't enough that he kept shit from me when he was hunting Azazel.” Dean's voice lowered to practically a growl. “It wasn't enough that he just failed to mention Sam's upcoming nuptials. Now this?!” The lights in the room started to flicker. “A brother I knew nothing about. I don't- I can't let this one slide. How the fuck am I supposed to trust anything he says after this?”

“Perhaps he though that if he kept Adam hidden from you and Sam, he could keep him hidden from the demons as well.” Castiel suggested.

“Bang up job he did there!” As Dean shouted the light bulb in the ceiling fan high above his head shattered. Both he and Castiel stared up as the little shards of glass fell to the floor. “Sorry Cas, I didn't mean to upset you.”

“That was not me, Dean.” Castiel said, stunned. “That was you.”

“Well shit.”

** ** **

John had broken every speed limit and traffic law he had ever heard of trying to get to Windom as fast as possible. Kate had called, she was totally frantic, her son, their son, was missing. Adam had gone to his weekend babysitting job and had not come back. She had been working double shifts at the hospital for the last few days and had not expected to see him until her next day off, which was Monday. John knew this. He had witnessed her routine often enough the in the last few years.

He pulled up to the old two story farmhouse and ran to the door, he knocked hard and was rewarded with Kate, teary eyed rushing to open the door for him. “John!” She cried and clutched at him. It had taken him nearly eighteen hours to get here, he hoped that it had been soon enough.

He pulled her into a hug and let himself enjoy her warmth for a moment. She was not the love of his life, but she was a good woman. Strong, more than capable of taking care of herself and her son under most circumstances. She was also understanding and forgiving when it came to John and his inability to be there for her and Adam. “It'll be okay,” He murmured into her strawberry-blonde hair. “Just tell me what is going on?”

“I don't know. I was just trying to call the Johnson's again, because the phone just keeps ringing and I turned on the television..” She looked so hopeless. “John, the street where the Johnson's live, something happened. Almost everyone that lived there is dead.”

“What?” John froze, his eyes wide. “What do you mean they're dead?”

Kate pulled out of his arms and went into the living room. “Look.” She turned on the local network channel. There was a special news report going on, with reporters outside of a yellow taped crime scene. The bold header on the broadcast read “Massacre on Main Street”. A scroll ran along the bottom of the screen that read “at least 15 found dead in their homes” and “some bodies dead as long as a week”. “I've been calling Adam's cellphone hoping he'll answer but it just keeps going straight to voice-mail.”

“It'll be alright, Katie.” John said. “I swear, I'll find him.”

“I don't know what I'd do if something happened to him. Oh my god, what if he's there? What if someone killed him?” Kate said, pale and shaking. “I didn't dare leave in case he came home, but John.” She pointed to the little beat up Toyota pickup that was parked in one of the driveways, that could be seen on the television. “That is his truck.”

Kate's cell phone rang and she ran to grab it. Her hopeful look turned to despair when the screen read “unknown number”, reluctantly she answered it. “Hello?”

“Mom?”

“Dear god, Adam!” Kate hit the speaker phone button so that John could hear. “Adam, where are you? I've been frantic. The Johnson's are all over the news.”

“Mom, I'm okay.” Adam sounded shaky. “At least I will be. I-I got hurt, but I was rescued and I'm somewhere recovering.”

“Adam, it's John. Where are you?” John's initial wave of relief was replaced with worry.

“Dad? I don't actually know.” Adam said. “I'm in a small house somewhere. But I'm being taken care of.”

“What do you mean you don't know where you are?” John demanded.

“I woke up in a bed with clean sheets,” Adam replied. “I'm not one hundred percent, but I'm a lot better than I was.”

“Adam,” Kate was crying again. “I'm so glad you are okay. How were you hurt?”

“I-I don't want to talk about that right now.” Adam said, it sounded like he swallowed hard.

“Is there anyone there I can talk to?” Kate asked. “I just want to know what is going on. That you really are okay.”

“Yeah, just hand on.” Adam said. His voice was slightly muffled when he called out. “Hey guys, my mom would like to ask you a couple questions. John- my dad, is there too.”

There were muffled voiced in the background and what sounded like a frustrated

“I will speak to them,” said a voice that was terrifyingly familiar to John. “Ms. Milligan, I want to reassure you that you son is safe and relatively unharmed. I can also assure you he is getting the best care possible. He will be returned to you house tomorrow, once we are sure he has no lasting injuries.”

“May I have your name,” Kate asked. “I would like to know who to thank for saving my son.”

“My name is Castiel.” Castiel said calmly. “And since I do know that you are listening, John. I must inform you that Dean is less than pleased with you. And that you are quite fortunate that I won the Rock Paper Scissors battle to talk to you.”

“I still say you cheated somehow.” Dean shouted in the background.

“Dean.” John went very still. “I can explain.”

“I am quite certain that anything you have to say to him will fall on deaf ears at this moment.” Castiel said. “I would suggest that you take this moment in time to reflect on your actions, and think carefully about what you say to your sons tomorrow when we bring Adam home. I also suggest very strongly that you remain at Kate Milligan's house until we get there. Because if you leave, in order to avoid us, I will bring you back. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” John replied tightly.

“Good.” Castiel said. “Now I will give the phone back to Adam and you may talk to him some more.”

“Adam!” Kate replied. “Are you sure you are alright?”

“Mom, it- it was bad. I was so scared. But I'm safe now. I'm gonna be okay.” Adam assured her again. “I'll see you tomorrow. I promise.”

“Okay Adam, I'll see you tomorrow.” Kate waited until the called ended before looking up at John. He looked as devastated as she felt. She pulled him into her arms and held him. He sighed and wrapped his larger frame around her and squeezed her tight. “John,” she said softly into his chest. “Are you going to tell me how much trouble you're in, or should I figure it out myself?”

“Kate.” John sighed. “I never wanted this to happen.”

“I knew I couldn't have you full time back when we first met.” She pushed away from him a bit and looked up into his haggard face. “I also knew when I realized I was pregnant that you weren't going to be able to be there for me and our child because of what happened to you and your family. But you've always been here for me and Adam when it really counted.”

“I tried to be there as much as possible, but my other boys,” John shook his head. “There was a chance that I might bring what was hanging over us onto you and Adam and I couldn't risk it.”

“You were there when he was born. You've taken the time to send money when you could.” Kate replied holding his hands in hers. “I never asked for more than you could give.”

“I still screwed this whole thing up.” John admitted.

“Yes,” Kate agreed. “You really did. But I'm not the one you need to talk to and you know it.”

“I know.”

“So, tell me about Dean and his friend, so I know what to expect when they get here.”

John bowed his head and nodded. “You wouldn't know it now, but Dean was born with the brightest blonde hair you've ever seen. It turned dark blonde when he hit the age of six. Scared the hell out of me, because I thought he'd been possessed by something...”

** ** **

Dean stared at the penny sitting on the table, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to do this. It wasn't like he had any prior experience moving objects with his mind. Castiel had suggested something very small as a first attempt. Seeing Luke Skywalker pull a lightsaber out of a snowbank was one thing, that was science fiction, that was cool. This was real, scary, and the kind of thing that might have his fellow hunters pulling guns on him if they found out.

“Cas.” Dean looked over at his angel.

“Dean, I do not require you to do this,” he said, sympathetic. “But if your moods are beginning to effect your environment subconsciously, then you have the potential to cause great harm if you do not learn some level of conscious control.”

Dean looked at the penny again and huffed. “We could be upstairs, using that bed right now, you know.”

“Adam is asleep, and considering how loud you can be, the chances of him not waking are very slim.” Castiel said seriously, though his lips twitched upward into a smile.

Dean glared at him. “Are you saying I'm a screamer? I've never had anyone accuse me of that before.”

“It was not a complaint.” Castiel stepped up behind Dean and rested his chin on his lover's shoulder. “I enjoy knowing that only I can elicit such a passionate response from you.” He kissed Dean's neck and whispered into his ear. “Don't think about moving it, just move it.”

Dean relaxed into the touch and looked down at the penny on the table. He made a very simple pushing motion with his hand and the penny slid several inches across the smooth surface.

“Very good, Dean.” Castiel kissed him on the cheek.

“You know I'm trying very hard not to freak out, right?” Dean said shakily.

“Yes.” Castiel wrapped his arms around his waist. “Is this helping?”

“A bit.” Dean admitted. “Though that explains how I ganked that demon the other day.”

“Gabriel was correct.” Castiel said. “Neither of us are as we once were.”

“How can you be so calm about this?” Dean demanded, turning so that he faced him.

“I accept that this change has occurred because of our choices.” Castiel replied. “I accept that if you had not sold your soul and if I had not broken from the Host to rescue you, this would never have happened. I can not regret the changes that have been wrought because we are together.” His wings manifested into the physical world and wrapped Dean into a tighter embrace. He tugged Dean's head down slightly and brushed their lips together. “I will admit, though, that once this is war is over and we have the time. I plan on, as you say, freaking out.”

“Yeah, okay.” Dean chuckled. “No freaking out until after we win.”

“Now shall we try again?” Castiel suggested. “This time with something more substantial?”

** ** **

The bar was busy with local patrons. A small party in the corner was making enough noise to drowned out the closest conversations. In the far corner of the bar to men sat together. Both tall and dark skinned, one showed years of having been on the road. The other was younger, but there was a darkness that seemed to hang over him.

“So, I understand you're looking for a man with a gun.” Gordon Walker said in a low tone. “A man with experience with the unnatural.”

“That I am.” Jake Talley replied. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an expensive Cuban cigar. “I'm prepared to pay handsomely.” He offered the still wrapped cigar to the hunter, who took it cautiously.

“I'm listening.” Gordon said.

“There is a man, he has the potential to be a threat to the world.” Jake said. “I know he is out there, but I've had trouble finding him through normal channels.”

“Normal channels being?” Gordon asked.

“That is not your concern.” Jake warned darkly. “However, what should interest you is that he is one of the chosen. A man tainted with demon blood.”

“Demon blood?” Gordon's interest was peeked. “Who is this guy?”

“His name is Winchester. Samuel Winchester.” Jake smiled. “I hear you had a run-in with his brother not too long ago.”

Gordon narrowed his eyes. “Dean is his brother?”

“Yes,” Jake replied. “But Sam is the one that I care about. You know about the demons that were let loose?”

Gordon nodded.

“Well Sam is one of the few that has the power to control them.” Jake said seriously. “He needs to be taken out before he can do more than make a dam break.”

“Say I agree to do this for you.” Gordon said slowly. “What do I get in return?”

“You deliver me proof that Sam Winchester is no longer in the picture,” Jake said smoothly. “Not only will you receive enough money to finance your lifestyle for years, I will show you how to get the one thing a hunter like you wants more than anything. Immunity to vampire blood.”

Gordon's eyes widened. “There is no such thing.”

“It isn't something that is well known. Maybe a hand full of hunters have ever discovered it.” Jake said matter-of-factly. “I can't actually give it to you. But I can show you what you need to make it happen.”

“Sam Winchester?” Gordon asked again. He could think of nothing but the glorious feeling of satisfaction he would get, making Dean suffer the pain of loss he had felt when he lost his sister. It would be a sweet vengeance.

“Yep.” Jake smiled slowly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick envelope, which he slid over the table. “Think of this as a down payment.”

The hunter pulled the envelope close, his eyes widened as he quickly looked inside. “I'll see what I can do.”

** ** **

It was mid-afternoon and five people sat around the antique dining table in the the Milligan household. There had been the picture perfect tearful reunion between parents and child with lots of hugs and kisses on the cheek. Afterword the proud but uncomfortable dad stood by and thanked the heroes for the timely rescue.

Of course this reunion was made much more awkward by the fact that the dad of the victim was also the father of one of the heroes. Said hero was less than thrilled, but he had remained calm. No one had been shouted at, though voices had been raised a few times. Truths were told, information disseminated, and baby pictures were brought out.

Dean only had a few pictures in the Impala which he brought out and shared. The photos of him and Sam and a few of John. A photo of himself and Bobby at Ellen's Roadhouse a few years ago.

“What I want to know,” Kate said finally, after everything was said. “Is why? Why kill all those people? Why hurt Adam?”

“The easy answer is, because she can.” Dean replied before elaborating. “Lilith, as the first demon hasn't been topside in a long long time. She has one job up here, and that is to die so that her creator, Lucifer can walk free. But she can't die before the big finish, so she killing time by killing people.”

“But how did she find Adam? How did she know who he was?”

“I doubt that she knew he even existed before he walked into the house.” Castiel said grimly. “But the terms of the deal were still in place. Because she knew she could not touch him without violating them.”

“But Dean is out.” John pointed out. “How is the contract still valid?”

“Because while Dean may have prayed for escape, he did not think it would ever happen. He had done nothing to violate the contract. That you still live is proof of that.” Castiel replied. “What happened to Adam skirts a very fine line, but also did not violate the terms.”

“So long as they do not use their powers to force another to do their job, the deal is still valid.” Dean said. “Lilith could not mind control the Johnson family into hurting Adam, but she could scare them into doing it.”

“Would a demon deliberately break a contract, just to get at you?” Adam asked, looking from Dean to John.

“No. No demon would dare, not even Lilith.” Castiel replied. “The penalties for such an act are too horrible to contemplate.”

“She found you by chance.” Dean added. “They can't come after you.”

“What about Talley?” John asked. “He isn't a demon. Why not just send him?”

“Just because Talley isn't a full demon does not mean he isn't under the same restrictions.” Castiel countered.

“So Sam should still be safe as well?” John asked.

“As safe as he ever was.” Castiel hedged. “So long as Adam and Sam are not hunting they are still within the bounds of the deal.”

“I'm planning on visiting him next week.” John admitted. “I wanted to see him before the wedding. Talk about some things, tell him what is going on.”

Dean looked at him with a calculating stare. “You want to explain that?”

“Sam called me last week. Pissed as hell.” John sighed. “The Feds paid him a visit, looking for you. I promised to tell him what has been happening.”

“You know what, Dad,” Dean said, drumming his fingers across the table. “There is this great invention. It's called a cellphone, maybe you've heard of it? Something like that happens, maybe you might want to call me up and tell me?”

“Dean,” John swallowed. “Look I know I screwed up here. I've been- I've been trying to keep things together. Keep things under control.”

“Under control?” Dean laughed. “You mean under your control. You still don't get it do you? You are not in charge. You don't get to dictate who knows what anymore.”

“I'm still your father. You will show me respect.” John felt the words fall out of his mouth even as he wanted to take them back.

Dean slowly stood, his hands were balled into fists. “Respect is earned.” All the lights in the room popped and sparked and the coffee cup in front of Dean shattered. Kate let out a yelp of fear and surprise.

“Dean,” Castiel placed his hand on his left shoulder. “Relax.”

“Wha-?” John started to say, but stopped at the venomous look Castiel shot his way.

“Crap.” Dean looked up at Castiel. “Guess I need more practice.”

“Control will come with time.” Castiel said calmly.

“What is going on?” John demanded.

“This is a new development.” Castiel said as he turned to him. “One that we have not had time to explore.”

“It isn't important.” Dean shrugged. “Right now, Adam and Kate need protection.” He looked at Castiel, who nodded.

“Enochian sigils on the property would be best.”

Castiel took out a knife and set about putting protective symbols on the house while Dean checked the house and property for any sort of supernatural infestation. John followed his oldest son around the property line.

“Dean,” John began. “You have to understand. I was trying to protect them.”

Dean glanced at his father, but kept walking. “You should have told me.”

“You have no idea how many times I thought about telling you.” John said. “But I didn't think you would understand.”

“Which part wouldn't I have understood?” Dean asked. “I knew you weren't some kind of monk. No matter how much you loved Mom.” He turned to his father and said. “But as a member of the 'No glove, no love' generation, I'm surprised at you for being that careless.”

“It wasn't like that.” John huffed and looked away for a moment. “The condom broke, okay? It happens.”

“Wow.” Dean stared at him. “Really?”

“Yes,” John's cheeks went pink. “I really liked her and I gave her my number after the case was over. Two months later she called me in a panic, because she'd gone for a checkup and the doctor gave her a pregnancy test. I was the only person she'd been with in months. I promised I'd honor what ever choice she made.”

Dean shook his head. “Man, you and Sam are so totally alike. You both have a thing for blondes.”

“Oh god, Sam.” John groaned and buried his face in his hands.

“You better tell him when you see him.” Dean warned. “Because if you don't, I will.”

“Fuck.” John muttered.

Dean's smile was all teeth and no warmth.

** ** **

“Ronald, man. You have outdone yourself.” Dean praised his friend. He had a pile of printouts and diagrams tacked up on the walls. Each one was a potential form of Devil's Trap.

“Thanks Dean, but I'm just working with what information you guys sent me.” Ronald replied.

“This is the design that would most effectively hold the demons within the compound.” Castiel said pointing at the computer generated design before them. He grabbed a piece of paper and quickly drew the design but added several sigils along the boarder. “If you add these sigils at these key points it will actually draw in any lesser demons within a five mile radius.”

“I don't recognize that design.” Ronald said as he added the sigils into the computer program and finalizing the design.

“They are Enochian, and not widely known.” Castiel replied.

“Will it work?” Dean asked looking at the diagram.

“Yes.” Castiel said confidently.

“The hardest part of this is the construction. We've got to find an area big enough to build it.” Ronald groused. “We're talking a square mile here and they have to be flat.”

“That isn't the only problem.” Dean lamented. “We need to bring the materials in, construct it and transport it all the way to West Virginia.”

“I think I can help with that.” Gabriel said, appearing on the far side of the room.

“Holy, crap!” Ronald fumbled with his keyboard and mouse, leaping to his feet.

“Easy,” Dean reassured him. “This is Gabriel. He's on our side.”

“Oh, okay.” Ronald squeaked.

“Sorry about that.” Gabriel said. “I was eaves dropping.”

“You have a solution?” Castiel asked.

“Well the best place to build that would be on the Bonneville Salt Flats. There is nothing and no one around for miles and it has the added bonus of putting a coating of salt on everything you make.”

“And demons can't go on the Salt Flats at all.” Dean added.

“If you use marine anchor chain,” Ronald suggested. “It'll be flexible enough to manipulate into the design you need. Then we can weld the whole thing solid. It'll take a while to do all the welding, but it should work.”

“This is going to be bigger than the radio telescope at Arecibo.” Dean said. “Not exactly low profile.”

“I'll get you some more angelic assistance.” Gabriel promised. “But you need to be there for the meeting.”

“Why?” Castiel asked, suspiciously.

“Because they will want to see for themselves that you are not Fallen.”

“Very well.” Castiel agreed. “We still need to get the chain.”

“I know where we can get it,” Gabriel said. “It's not a problem.”

“Ronald, call the network.” Dean said. “We'll need as many hunters as can be spared to come to the Bonneville Salt Flats in one week.”

“I'm on it.” Ronald said enthusiastically.

** ** **

Remiel sat on a bench in what was termed “the happiest place on Earth”. It was a bright an airy garden next to a fake castle. There were strange humans walking around in costumes that looked like animals, waving at small children and posing with adults. It had to be the single strangest sight that he had ever witnessed but for all its strangeness, it was not unpleasant.

“So what do you think of this place?” A familiar voice said next to him.

“I think if Lucifer were free, this is the first place he would destroy.” Remiel turned to see Gabriel sitting beside him.

“Lucifer doesn't deserve to be let out of his cage.” Gabriel said. “Because even after all this time, he still doesn't get it.”

“I don't get it either.” Remiel gestured to the crowd. “This seething mass of humanity that seems solely focused on their own pleasures. How is that beautiful in any way? Does that mean I should be caged as well?”

“No,” Gabriel replied. “Because even though you agreed to help Uriel, you didn't actually do anything wrong yet.” He offered a bag of something to the lesser angel. “Kettle-corn? Sweet and salty together is really good.” He popped several pieces into his mouth. “What did he say to get you to agree?”

“He reminded me how beautiful Lucifer was.” Remiel sighed. “How strong and proud he had always been. Uriel said that after it was finished that we could remake Earth into the paradise it was meant to be. That it would be ours to enjoy.”

“How many of the garrison had he convinced?” Gabriel asked.

“Not a lot.” Remiel said. “I doubt he'd convinced more than a few dozen before Castiel slew him.”

“Yeah, about that.” Gabriel chuffed. “There is a lot that is going on that you and the rest of the Host don't know.”

“I heard the Horn.” Remiel said softly. “And I know it was Castiel that used it. He is a Domination, Gabriel. He shouldn't have been able to use it.”

“Remiel, Castiel shouldn't be able to do a lot of things, but he is still doing them. I think our big brothers are as shocked as the rest of us at having been ratted out by him.” Gabriel snorted. “So, now that you know the truth. What do you plan to do about it?”

“I want to do what I was created to do.” Remiel replied. “I am a warrior of God. I want to fight.”

“Then fight.” Gabriel replied. “There are hundreds of demons on the loose. Pick one and start smiting.”

“Will you be joining the fight?” Remiel asked.

“Yeah. Tell any angel you run across that we are going to have a meeting at Stonehenge in two days to discuss how to clean up this mess.” Gabriel said. “The Hunters have an idea that might work, but they need help to implement it and we'll need to coordinate with them.”

Remiel nodded and reached into the bag to try a piece of kettle-corn. The taste of sugar and salt exploded in his mouth and he stared at Gabriel in surprise. The archangel grinned and handed him the bag. “Gabriel,” he started softly. “Why did you leave us?”

The archangel smiled sadly. “The truth is, Michael and Raphael had been making noise for years about settling things with Lucifer. They even figured if they could manipulate the bloodlines enough, they could achieve 'true vessels' in less than two thousand years.”

“And you said nothing?”

“I told them, I wouldn't interfere if they planned on doing something so monumentally stupid, but there was no way that I would help them.” Gabriel admitted. “Rather than witness their actions, I took off. Not my finest hour I'll admit, but I didn't have a whole lot of other options.”

“Then why are you interfering now?” Remiel asked, confused.

“Because, Castiel did the right thing.” Gabriel said. “And by doing so, changed the world. I, an archangel, am humbled by his courage. How could I not help him and his righteous man?” With a flap of wings he was gone.

Remiel stayed on the little bench and slowly ate his way through the bag of popcorn. He watched as the parade of humans in costumes rolled by while music was piped through speakers hidden in the bushes. He saw smiling children and adults laughing. Maybe he didn't get it because he had no context for what he was seeing. But just because he didn't understand it, didn't mean it wasn't worth protecting.

** ** **

Sam watched his bride-to-be as she twirled in front of the mirror. Jess was wearing a beautifully tailored red dress that was low cut and barely hid anything. He'd never met anyone as beautiful as her. That she loved him, and had agreed to marry him despite his lack of money and checkered past, made him love her all the more.

“So how long are you going to be gone?” Sam asked as she took off the dress and put her jeans and t-shirt back on.

“Only two days,” Jess promised. She sidled up to him and kissed him hard. “My sister and my friends have been planning this for months. One last party before you turn me respectable.”

Sam laughed. “I think you have our rolls reversed here.”

“What? You think I'm a good little girl and you're the only one with the deep dark secrets?” Jess teased. “I might have a few skeletons too you know.”

“Jess-”Sam couldn't keep the grimace off his expression.

“Sam, stop worrying.” Jess replied. “I love you, not your family.”

“Okay, okay.” Sam bit his bottom lip. “It's just that, your sister kinda hates me. And I'm worried that maybe she is taking you away to try and convince you to change your mind.”

Jess laughed. “Sheila does not hate you.”

“No,” Sam agreed. “But she does think I'm some kind of gold digger.”

“Only a little.” Jess replied. “But she is my big sister, you have to expect some over protectiveness. Besides, we were dating long before you found out my family had any money. So she has no grounds for her suspicions ”

“True.” Sam kissed her quickly. “I still find it hard to believe your family has that kind of money.”

“It's not that much Sam. It's not like we're the Kennedy family.” Jess laughed. “Dad was just really shrewd with investments.”

“Yeah, like Warren Buffet shrewd.” Sam replied.

“Jerk.” Jess slapped his arm. “So what are you going to do while I'm gone?”

Sam looked at the floor. “My father is coming over. He's coming to talk to me about the wedding, and some other stuff.”

Jess stopped and stared at him. “Your dad is coming and you didn't say anything?” She looked hurt. “I can't believe you didn't tell me.”

“I know, I know.” Sam hugged her. “He's supposed to be here tomorrow morning. I think he might get here before you leave.”

“Well call him up and make sure.” Jess told him. “We can always delay the flight a few hours. Having a private jet does have its perks.” Sam gave her a funny look. “What?”

“Sorry,” Sam shook his head. “It just sounds like something Dean would say.”

“Your gay, serial killer, anti-government, survivalists brother?” Jess asked with mock seriousness. “I'm not sure if I should feel insulted or honored.”

“God, Jess.” Sam groaned. “I really don't know what is going on with that. Dad will have some answers. I'm pretty sure the FBI are wrong about ninety percent of what they've accused Dean of.”

Jess quirked up an eyebrow. “Ninety percent?”

“Maybe ninety-five?” Sam said hopefully.

“This should be an interesting conversation.” Jess told him.

** **

John pulled up to the modest one bedroom apartment, just outside of Stanford University normal circle of off campus housing. It had everything a college student needed; cheap rent, located close to the bus route and was conveniently situated near some of the best and cheapest food in the area. He climbed out of his truck with a nervousness that he didn't normally feel. He needed to do this, but he really didn't want to.

He grabbed the small gift he had chosen and headed to the front door. He pressed the door chime and waited. When the door opened he was amazed to see the tall woman standing before him. He had known that Jessica was blonde, but her superficial resemblance to Mary through him off for several moments. “Um, hi.” he stammered. “I'm John, Sam's father.” He held out his hand and she took it, with a warm smile.

“John,” she greeted. “I'm Jess, it's a pleasure to finally meet you.” She stepped aside and let him in.

John glanced around as he entered, it was actually a very nice place, with good, sturdy furniture and a skylight in the living room. The kitchen was small, but he had seen much smaller in the ratty motels he normally stayed at. There were a few doors, that probably led to the bedroom and bathroom areas. John stood for an uncertain moment when the door to the bathroom opened to reveal his son.

“Hey Sam.” John greeted softly. He looked him over. His hair was longer than it had ever been, but neatly trimmed and cared for, his skin was a healthy tanned glow and he had filled out in the chest since the last time they had seen each other.

“Dad,” Sam greeted. They came together in an embrace that was as guarded as it was genuine. “It's good to see you.”

“Likewise.” John replied.

“I've made coffee, would you like some?” Jess offered.

“I'd love some.” John smiled at her. “Um, this for you.” He offered Jess a small wrapped box. “Think of it as an early wedding present.”

“Thank you,” Jess said and carefully unwrapped and opened the box. Inside was a gold charm bracelet with several different religious and protective charms attached to it. “It's beautiful.”

John swallowed hard. “It was- it belonged to Mary, Sam's mother.”

“It did?” Sam started, and looked down at the bracelet. “I never saw this before.”

“I know. It was part of her personal affects that I had put in storage when you were still a baby.” John admitted. “I figured that she would love for you to have it.” Sam studied his father and John met his eyes without flinching.

“So tell me about yourself.” Jess said quickly. “What is it that you do that is so terrible that Sam won't talk about it?”

“Jess!” Sam objected, appearing to be both mortified and horrified by her very direct question.

“Sam, I'm going to be a doctor once I finished medical school.” She grinned. “How can I be a good one if I don't ask the tough questions?”

“It's fine.” John said, not sure if his prepared story would fly with this obviously very intelligent woman. “I'm a private investigator. My work takes me all over the country. Unfortunately, that meant that I was also dragging my sons with me everywhere as well. It didn't make for a very stable home environment.”

Sam made a derisive snort. “That's one way of putting it.”

“Sam,” Jess glared at him.

“Sorry.” He held up his hands in surrender.

“Anyway,” John continued. “Things weren't easy and I'm sure we didn't see eye to eye on most things. But when Sam got his scholarship, I was upset. I wasn't thinking clearly, and things were said on both sides. Things that family should never say to each other. But I was so proud as well.” John smiled at his son. “Despite all the hardships, you managed to get into Stanford. The first member of our family to go to college.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Sam swallowed hard, taking Jessica's hand in his.

John screwed up his courage, he had to do this. He had messed up his relationship with Sam enough. He wasn't going to repeat the same mistakes that currently had him on barely speaking terms with Dean. “There are some things that we need to talk about. Things that you don't know and that I should have told you a long time ago.”

“I'm listening, Dad,” Sam said. “What ever it is.”

“About sixteen years ago, I was working this job, and I met a woman named Kate Milligan.”

Twenty minutes later Sam was blinking stupidly at his father. John was beginning to worry that he might have broken something in his son's brain the way he was just sort of staring at him.

“Sam?” Jess said cautiously. “Are you okay?”

Sam blinked again and turned to her. “Yeah...” he said weakly. “I'm good.”

“Sheila is going to be here in five minutes. Do you want me to stay?”

“No, no. It'll be fine.” Sam replied. “You go on. Have a great weekend and I'll see you tomorrow night.”

“Okay,” Jess kissed him on the lips. “Just don't go killing each other while I'm gone. I don't want to be a widow before the wedding.”

Sam's laugh was a bit watery. “I promise no killing.”

“John if you would like, I can add Kate and Adam to the guest list. It's no big deal.” Jess suggested.

John looked at her in surprise. “Are you sure? I'll ask if they are interested. I'll say tentatively, yes, as Kate would like to meet Sam.”

“And what about Dean?” Jess asked. “I never heard back from him.”

“Um,” John glanced at Sam and back to Jess. “He wants to come. But he doesn't think it is a good idea.”

“Well, let me just put him down as a yes, with a guest.” Jess suggested. “I'll call the caterer and the wedding planner and set it up. If for some reason they can't make it, it's not that big of a hardship.”

“Thank you, I'll let him know.”

The sound of a car horn blaring outside interrupted them. Jessica dashed to the window. “That is Sheila.” She hugged and kissed Sam and ran to grab her suitcase. “You take care. Love you.”

“Love you, Jess.” Sam replied and waved as she ran out the door.

*

“Big party?” John asked.

“Bachelorette party.” Sam nodded. “They are going to Vegas.”

“Oh,” John said, nonplussed.

Sam stood and started pacing the small room. The shock he had been feeling was starting to morph into anger. “What the fuck, Dad?”

“I know, Sam.” John replied. “I should have told you about Adam.”

“Adam? You think I'm upset about some kid I've never met?” Sam was incredulous. “I'm upset because I'm two weeks away from getting married to the girl of my dreams and I just learning that you had some secret double life. I'm upset because I figured when we had the big talk that we'd be talking about Dean!”

“Sam you don't understand.” John stood as well.

“You're damn right I don't understand.” Sam shouted back. “How about enlightening me?”

“A lot has happened since you left for college. I had a breakthrough in my search for you mother's killer. I thought it would be too dangerous to involve either of you, so I deliberately dropped off the radar.” John looked away and took a deep breath.

“That was when Dean came to me? That was nearly three years ago.” Sam said.

John nodded. “I left clues and instructions for Dean to follow. Hunts that I figured the two of you could handle while I followed the demon's trail.” He looked back at Sam. “I admit now that I made a lot of mistakes. But the most important thing is that you need to know. Dean finished the hunt for the demon when I couldn't, but he paid a terrible price.”

“What do you mean?” Sam demanded. “He's alright, isn't he?”

“He is now.” John said. “But he wasn't. He paid for our vengeance with his life.”

“He what?” Sam went pale.

“He was killed the day he killed the demon.” John told him, his voice was raw with emotion. “I gave him a Hunter's funeral.”

“How long ago was this?”

“It's been,” John paused, thinking about it. “It's been just over a year I think. “Yeah he- he died just as Spring was starting. The last of the snow was gone but the new grass hadn't started growing yet.”

“Oh my God. He left me this voice message.” Sam stammered. “He was telling me goodbye. Like he knew he was going to die.”

“I didn't know he'd called you,” John said softly.

“But, wait” Sam swallowed. “You said he was okay. How could he be okay if you just told me he died? How could the FBI have still been after him?”

“Because, God commanded it.” John said, parroting what he had been told.

“What?”

“It turns out you were right.” John chuckled. “All these years, you believed in God and his angels. It seems Dean was brought back to life by an angel.”

“Excuse me? An angel?” Sam stared at him. “Wait, are you trying to tell me that the guy in the photos that the FBI showed me is really a- a-”

“Castiel,” John nodded. “A real card carrying Angel of the Lord.”

“And you've met him?”

“Yes,” John replied. “A few months after Dean was- was killed. The two of them come waltzing into Bobby Singer's place, calm as can be. We both thought that it was some kind of necromancy or demonic trick. But it really was Dean and his new friend.”

“Are you sure he wasn't some kind of other creature?” Sam asked frantically trying to keep his mental footing.

“Bobby and I attacked them, when they first showed up.” John admitted. “I was thinking Dean was a revenant, that this guy with him was some kind of witch. Nothing we used on Castiel even made a dent. I stabbed him in the back with a blessed silver knife and he didn't even flinch.”

“Wait,” Sam held up his hand. “Did you just say months? Dean was dead for months and you never told me? Why the fuck didn't you tell me?”

“Sam, I was a wreck.” John admitted. “I was barely sober enough to hunt most of the time. I couldn't face what had happened. I guess I figured if I could keep the truth from you. I could keep it from myself. That somehow, your ignorance would make what happened to him less real.”

“This is too much.” Sam sat down, suddenly feeling exhausted. “So what is happening now?”

“There is a network of hunters that are tracking the demons. Bobby Singer is ostensibly in charge of them. Mostly because he actually has the resources to communicate and coordinate with multiple groups.” John explained. “And he is trusted by most of the hunters out there.”

“How many hunters are in this network?” Sam asked.

“I don't know.” John admitted. “Bobby doesn't share those numbers with me.”

Sam felt a knot of fear in his guts “Why not?”

“Because they really don't trust me all that much.” John replied. “I pulled some really stupid stunts in my quest to kill that demon. After Dean died, I didn't exactly endear myself to people that I should have been more gracious to.”

Sam went to the kitchen and made some more coffee. He considered grabbing a beer, but it wasn't even noon yet. “This is a lot to take in.”

“I know.” John said, following him. “There is something else I need to tell you. It won't be any easier to hear.”

Sam took a sip from his coffee. “Let's have it. I doubt you could shock me any more than you already have.”

“It turns out that your mother and her family, the Campbells, were all hunters.” John said. “I never knew. She never told me anything about it.”

Sam couldn't get enough air in his lungs. The shock of hearing this was more surreal than hearing that angels were real. “How did you find out?”

“One of the researchers. A guy named Ash, knew about the Campbell clan.” John explained. “The family have been hunters for hundreds of years. He said that the family could be traced back to the Mayflower. They apparently were on the ship, hired to protect the community from unnatural dangers in the New World.”

“That bracelet?” Sam asked.

“Mary always wore it while we were dating.” John said. “But she stopped soon after we got married. I always thought that she just couldn't bear to wear it after her parents died.”

“This is crazy,” Sam said, feeling sick. “Do you know how crazy that is?”

“I know, son.” John said wearily.

“Have you found any other Campbells?” Sam asked.

“I haven't actively looked for them.” John admitted. “But I have heard that there is supposed to be some sort of family compound up in northern Vermont.”

“God.” Sam scrubbed his face, trying to get a grip on his emotions. “So what happens now?”

“Now, you and your bride-to-be are going to get married and you'll have a normal life.” John declared.

“What?” Sam was startled by the pronouncement. “You're not going to try and drag me back into hunting?”

“No,” John replied, shocking Sam all the more.

“Why not?”

“Because one of us deserves to have a normal life.” John replied. “The demon is dead. You should be safe enough now.”

“But what about all those demons that were set free?” Sam asked.

“The network has a plan they are working on.” John said. “I don't know all the details, but that isn't my main concern. Dean has basically ordered me to stay here until the wedding, to make sure nothing happens to you two.”

“What?”

“Dean wants you to be happy.” John said. “He wants you to have a normal life.”

“Really?” Sam asked, suddenly unsure.

“Really.” John sighed. “It's what you deserve.”

“What about you and Dean?” Sam asked. “Don't you deserve some normalcy?”

“Kate, Adam's mom, and I have talked.” John swallowed, looking embarrassed. “We're going to give our relationship a try.”

“That's great!” Sam smiled just a little. “And Dean?”

“I don't know, honestly,” John said. “After everything that has happened and is still happening to him. I don't think it would be possible for him to ever have a normal life. Besides, he and Castiel are, um, together.”

Sam coughed, trying not to laugh at how very uncomfortable his father was. “Yeah. The Feds told me about that. They even showed me some pictures.”

“Pictures?” John's eye widened in horror.

“Nothing explicit, but yeah.” Sam recalled. “It was like a security camera grade image, but there was really no doubt that they were kissing.”

“Oh good lord.” John covered his face.

“Just think of it this way,” Sam grinned suddenly. “How many people can say their son in law is an angel?”

** ** **

Special Agent Victor Henriksen was getting very tired of racking up frequent flier miles. He was also tired of watching the odometer of which ever Agency car he was given roll over as he drove hundreds of miles to question witnesses and suspects.

The most memorable day so far just this month had been the request from Detective Diana Ballard of the Baltimore PD, for an interview. She had been involved with a homicide case that at first had pointed to Dean and the prime suspect. Later it turned out that her own partner, Detective Pete Sheridan, was responsible for several murders.

Detective Ballard had invited Henriksen and Reed into her home and she served them coffee before she started to talk.

“First, thank you for coming to see me.” Diana began. “When I heard that Dean was back on the Most Wanted list, I figured you might want to talk to me.”

“We've been trying to create a profile on our suspect for some time.” Reed admitted. “Is there anything you can tell us about him from your own investigation?”

“Nothing that you want to hear, I'm sure, but you need to listen.” Diana admitted. “He is smart. A lot smarter than he looks. Dean might well be guilty of a lot of things, but he isn't a murderer.”

“Excuse me?” Victor asked.

“Pete, my former partner, was going to kill us both to cover up his crimes. Dean saved my life.” She said adamantly. “I was put on administrative leave after he escaped my custody.”

“Because you let him go.” Reed said speculatively.

“I didn't say that.” Diana looked him square in the eye. “However, while I was on leave I did a little digging of my own. What I found has profoundly changed my world view.”

“What did you find?” Victor asked. He was afraid he already knew the answer.

Diana walked over to a small desk and picked up a file. She placed it on the table in front of the two agents. “Dean and people like him are very important. They call themselves Hunters.”

“Hunters? What exactly do they hunt?”

“Open the file and see for yourself,” she replied.

Victor opened the file with all the eagerness of a bomb squad opening a briefcase. Inside was a eclectic collection of newspaper clippings, photographs, and printed out web paged. Everything in the file talked about paranormal activity or some other crazy thing.

“I know it seems crazy.” Diana said. “But this stuff, ghosts and monsters, they are as real as you and I.”

“Even if he does do this, even if he hasn't killed a single human being in his life,” Victor said waving his hand at the file. “He's still guilty of credit card fraud, grave desecration, theft, impersonating a federal agent, and escaping from prison. Are you saying that he shouldn't pay for those crimes?”

“I think there are a people out there that are more dangerous to the public than Dean Winchester.” Diana watched their reaction. “I think you know that. I bet you've got more evidence than I do about about what is really out there in the dark. But you refuse to believe it.”

“Detective Ballard,” Reed began. “We've invested thousands of man-hours into this investigation. We can't just let him go because he might be fighting ghosts. It's insane.”

“Dean and others like him, save lives every day. They put themselves in harms way so that good decent people can go back to living normal boring lives.” Diana replied. “And they ask for nothing in return.”

“Did yours?” Victor asked.

“Did my what?” Diana asked back.

“Did your life return to normal?”

“As normal as a homicide detective's life can get,” Diana smiled. “But now, I keep my eyes open, and watch for things I would have dismissed before. I also keep a bag of salt and a bottle of holy water in my car, just in case.”

Victor entered the property of one Robert Steven Singer and decided that this guy definitely knew something about something. The strange ironwork on the fence looked like some sort of ruins or symbols. He wasn't completely sure, because every time he caught himself looking up something weird, he stopped himself. His personal notes on this case were starting to look like the journal he had been told Winchester carried with him everywhere.

He was alone this trip, his partner Reed having put his foot down and was taking his vacation days before he lost them. Victor almost never took a vacation unless his bosses insisted on it. Since his latest relationship had fizzled and died because he'd been on the road for so long, he really didn't see any need to take time off.

A deep throated bark caught his attention as a big black dog came around the corner of the house. Victor considered the merits of shooting the thing, when the front door to the house opened and Singer stepped out. “Rumsfeld, stay!” The dog stopped and held its place. “Can I help you?”

Victor flashed his badge. “Special Agent Victor Henriksen. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

The older man scratched his beard thoughtfully. “You might as well come on in. I'm tired of hearing about you harassing good people to get dirt on Dean.”

Startled by the admission of knowing his fugitive, Victor followed him inside and froze in place at the threshold. There were two shotguns in pieces on the kitchen table, along with all the necessary cleaning supplies. He did a quick scan of the kitchen but didn't see any other weapons. He did however see bundles of herbs hanging by the sink and several very old books that he doubted had anything to do with cooking.

“Sorry about the mess, you caught me doing the monthly cleaning.” Bobby said, waving at the table.

“May I?” Victor asked pointing at the loose barrel.

“Knock yourself out.” Bobby replied watching him.

Victor picked up the barrel and checked its length, then ran a finger over the inside rim. Rather than the normal GSR there was some other grainier quality to it. “That doesn't feel right.”

“It wouldn't.” Bobby said. “Those guns are used for shooting rock salt rounds. If you don't clean them quickly afterword, the salt will start to pit the barrels.”

“Rock salt.” Victor looked around more intently. “For what? Salting the driveway?”

Bobby sighed. “Agent Henriksen, I know you aren't stupid. You'd have to be pretty damned smart to make it as far as you have. But you've got some huge blinders on.”

“Is that a fact?” Victor felt insulted.

“Oh, don't get all indignant on me.” Bobby replied. “I've known plenty of people that have half the brains you have and they are very good hunters.”

Victor pursed his lips. “So what is this? Are you going to monolog me for a while and then kill me?”

“No ya idjit.” Bobby barked at him. “I'm going to show you something. If what I've got doesn't convince you that you're on the wrong side of this. Then I'll let you walk right on out of here.” He walked over to the living room where there was an old television and a beat up VHS player and a slightly newer DVD player. “You'll have to forgive the low tech equipment. Not all of us have the resources of the US government.” He turned on the television and the DVD player, sliding in a disk that looked home made.

“So what is it that I'm supposed to see?” Victor asked. He sat up when he saw that he was looking at some sort of compound. The kind that religious nuts and survivalists tended to create. “Where is this?”

“It's a compound in the mountains of West Virginia.” Bobby told him. “These videos were taken over a period of about three months.”

“Who are all these people?” Victor asked.

“The bulk of the residence are demons possessing human bodies, most of the rest are human slaves. The only exceptions are the family of the compound's leader, a man named Jake Talley.” Bobby paused the video to point out an elderly woman and a young teenager, both looked terrified.

“Demons?” Victor said skeptically. “You expect me to belie-” He stared at the television as one of the demons smoked out of a body twirled around the compound like a swarm of angry bees and then took over another body. “The Hell?”

“That smoke is a demon changing meat-suits.” Bobby informed him. “They can do that at will, some of them can change so fast you don't even see it happening. The stronger the demon the bigger the show.”

The scene changed to night vision and Talley ripping a demon from its host. Victor felt his stomach flip as the man was murdered in front of everyone and the body taken away, only to be brought back a to be roasted on a barbeque. “My God, that is the sickest thing I've ever seen. How is it that there is nothing on this compound? I would have heard something.”

“They probably have the entire township under their control.” Bobby said. “It wouldn't take much is a small rural area like that.”

“Is there a chance I could talk to the people that filmed this?” Victor asked.

“Wade, unfortunately, was killed within an hour of transmitting the last of this footage.” Bobby said. “Roy is convalescing at the Roadhouse.”

“And by that you mean getting really drunk?” Not wanting to add another couple hundred miles to his already very long trip.

“Yep.”

“Can I get a copy of that?” Victor asked. “I need to show this to my partner of nothing else.”

“I thought you might.” Bobby gave him a think manilla envelope. “This is everything the network has on what Azazel did and what we know about Talley.”

Victor opened the envelope and quickly located the copy of the DVD. “Why are you giving me all of this?”

“Because things are about to get ugly. Possibly in a way that can't be dismissed as a hoax.” Bobby replied. “It would be better of someone within Law Enforcement knew that shit was about to go down.”

That made Victor really sit up and take notice. “Ugly how?”

Bobby took out a book with information about expelling demons. “I won't lie to you. It takes dedication and determination by a skilled exorcist to remove a single demon from a body. I can do it, the Winchesters can do it, but there are maybe a dozen other hunters in the US that could pull it off by themselves. Trained Vatican priests can do it but those are rare as well.”

“What was that with Talley on the video?” Victor asked.

“The demonic powers he has are like nothing we've ever seen. Considering he powers up by drinking demon blood, I don't think any of us are capable of learning that sort of mojo.” Bobby pointed to the paused video. “If we try to do this the normal way, going after one demon at a time, we're going to lose and lose big. But you can't just find a demon and start spouting the Rituale Romanum. You have to trap it first, otherwise it'll just leave the body and find a new host.”

Victor rubbed his face. “This is the most messed up conversation I've had since... Since I interviewed Novak at the Green River Detention Center.”

Bobby coughed into his hand. “About that. You really have to stop calling him Novak. It may be his body, but Castiel is the one in the driver's seat.”

“So he's possessed too?” Victor asked.

“Not in the same way, and according to Castiel, it's consensual.” Bobby replied. “But back to the subject at hand. We're going to try and pull something off that hasn't even been tried in the history of man. If we fail, it could kill us all. So like it or not, you're our backup plan.”

“Me?” Victor felt sick. “I'm not even sure I believe any of this.”

“You don't have to,” Bobby said. “You could arrest me for aiding a known fugitive. But I reckon that you've seen just enough to give me the benefit of the doubt.”

Victor sighed in defeat.

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End Chapter 5