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Jus In Bello. // Dean // Mar 23, 2015 9:39:06 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Mar 23, 2015 9:39:06 GMT -5

ooc; SEASON THREE. EPISODE TWELVE.

The Winchesters burst into the hotel room, guns drawn. Hurrying from drawer to drawer, pulling them out, checking closets and under the bed, they searched frantically. "Any sign of it" Dean finally asked from across the room. Sam turned away from the empty safe, shaking his head in frustration. "Nothing. Are you sure this is Bela’s room?" Dean pulled two brightly colored wigs from the final drawer he was inspecting and held them up. "I’d say so." Sam sighed heavily and nodded. Definitely Bela's room.

Suddenly, the phone on one of the two beds began ringing. Sam un-cocked his gun and tucked it into an inner jacket pocket, eyeing the phone skeptically. Dean did the same. They looked at each other next. The phone kept ringing.

Well that wasn't suspicious or anything.

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Jus In Bello. // Dean // Mar 23, 2015 10:47:32 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 23, 2015 10:47:32 GMT -5

Dean shared a long look with Sam before picking up the phone with two fingers, keeping it at arm's length for a second as though it might explode on him. He only moved it closer to his ear when Bela's familiar british accent could be heard. ""Dean? Sweetie, are you there?" "Where are you" he demanded tightly. "Two states away by now" Bela chortled. "Where" he demanded again, his spine bristling. Bela ignored his question. "Where’s our usual quippy banter? I miss it." "I want it back, Bela…" Dean commanded irately. "Now." "Your little pistol, you mean" she clarified. "Sorry, can't do that at the moment." Dean set his jaw. "You understand how many people are gonna die if you do this?" "What exactly is it that you think I plan to do with it" Bela wanted to know. "Take the only weapon we have against an army of demons and sell it to the highest bidder" Dean snapped, his patience, which was paper thin to begin with, melting away rapidly.

There was a short pause and then Bela's voice, slightly more bitter than it had been previously, came back over the line. "You know nothing about me." "I know I’m gonna stop you" Dean returned flatly. "Tough words for a guy who can’t even find me" Bela mocked. "Oh, I’ll find you, sweetheart" Dean promised gravely. "You know why? Because I have absolutely nothing better to do than to track you down." As far as he was concerned, all other monster hunts could be put on the back burner until they'd caught up with her.

"That’s where you’re wrong" Bela corrected, sounding relatively smug. "You’re about to be quite occupied." Dean looked at Sam, who was watching and listening to Dean's side of the conversation with interest. "Did you really think I wouldn't take precautions" Bela finished. The words had barely exited her mouth when the hotel room door came crashing to the ground. Standing framed in the now open doorway were several uniformed police officers. "Freeze!" "Hands in the air!" "Down on your knees." Shouts were coming from every direction. "That bitch" Dean scowled, tossing the phone back down onto the bed and putting his hands in the air as commanded. As he and Sam were forced from their knees to their stomachs and cuffed tightly, one of the cops began reciting their rights. "Sam and Dean Winchester, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you at government expense." During this little spiel, a new pair of feet had entered the room and approached the boys. They twisted their heads to the side, craning their necks back to see who the room's newest occupant was and Dean felt his heart sink.

Special Agent Victor Henriksen stood there with his hands clasped behind his back and a triumphant smile plastered across his face. "Hi guys. It's been awhile." Dean closed his eyes and let his head fall back to the ground. Crap.
~~~

The boys were shackled together, chains around both their wrists and their ankles, connected to each other by yet another long chain. They were led into the Monument, Colorado police station by two armed guards and Henriksen's partner, Reidy. Henriksen, the local sheriff, a deputy, and the secretary, whose nameplate read Nancy, were all staring at them. Dean smirked. "Why all the sourpusses?" "I'll show you to the cells" Reidy announced crisply, taking hold of Dean's arm and tugging. "Hey! Hey! Watch the merchandise" Dean protested. Reidy ignored him. As he was being dragged off, Dean caught sight of the terrified expression on Nancy's face. He softened his tone. "We’re not the ones you should be scared of, Nancy" he promised as they were hauled away.

They were tossed unceremoniously into the only available cell in the back of the small police station and the door was locked behind them. Dean exhaled and began to pace in one direction while Sam paced in the other. The chain connecting them wasn't long enough to allow this and they both nearly toppled over. Sam sighed in frustration. "Dean, come on!" Dean straightened up, moving closer to Sam to give the chain some slack. "All right, all right. Sit" he suggested and Sam nodded agreeably. "Yeah." It took a few seconds of awkwardly shuffling around before they were finally able to collapse side by side on the cell's only cot. Dean made a face.

"How we gonna Houdini out of this one?"

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Jus In Bello. // Dean // Mar 23, 2015 12:26:48 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Mar 23, 2015 12:26:48 GMT -5

Sam's expression mirrored Dean's. "Good question." They'd certainly managed to "Houdini" their way out of a few tight scrapes over the years but nothing had ever come even a fraction close to their current predicament. Henriksen wandered in and stared at the boys through the bars. "You know what I'm trying to decide?" Dean returned the stare. Sam looked up and then away, fiddling this thumbs absently. "I don’t know. What? Whether Cialis will help you with your little condition" Dean deadpanned. Henriksen's lips twitched. "What to have for dinner tonight" he corrected. "Steak or lobster...what the hell, surf and turf." Sam looked at Henriksen and then away again expressionlessly. Henriksen was still gloating. "I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seeing you two in chains…" Dean smirked cynically. "You know, I wouldn't bust out the melted butter just yet. Couldn't catch us at the bank, couldn't keep us in that jail." Henriksen's smile faded. "You’re right. I screwed up. I underestimated you. I didn’t count on you being that smart but now I’m ready." He nodded confidently.

Dean's lips twitched mockingly. "Yeah? Ready to lose us again?" Henriksen straightened up, locking eyes with Dean while Sam continued to study his own hands. "Ready like a court order to keep you in a Supermaximum prison in Nevada till trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell, so that between you and me… probably unconstitutional." Sam looked up. He and Dean glanced at each other, knowing Henriksen was serious. "How’s that for ready" Henriksen finished with a calm smile. Neither brother responded. Henriksen threw out another verbal punch triumphantly. "Take a good look at Sam – you two will never see each other again." Sam swallowed hard. He and Dean exchanged a long, unsettled look that was not unmissed by Henriksen, who taunted, "Aw. Where’s that smug smile, Dean? I want to see it." Dean shook his head with a bitter smile. "You've got the wrong guys." Sam half-inclined his head in agreement. Henriksen chuckled sarcastically. "Oh, yeah. I forgot. You fight monsters." He grew serious. "Sorry, Dean. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk and no doubt touched you in a bad place. That’s all. That’s reality." "Why don’t you shut your mouth." Beside him, Dean grew very still on the bed. Sam flicked his eyes sideways. Trash talking John Winchester to Dean was never a smart move on anyone's part. But Henriksen clearly wasn't understanding that. He went on. "Well, guess what. Life sucks. Get a helmet. ‘Cause everybody’s got a sob story. But not everybody becomes a killer." There was the sound of a helicopter whirring overhead of the jail, getting ready to land. Henriksen nodded approvingly. "And now I have two less to worry about." He tapped his watch, laughing as he exited the back room. "Surf and turf time."

The minute he was out of sight, both boys slumped backwards against the wall, looking stressed. This was not looking good. Sam shifted around on his side of the bed, trying to get comfortable. After a few seconds of this, the heavy cement door to the back room was opened and then closed with a loud thud. A middle aged man in a suit approached their cell. Sam straightened up. "Sam and Dean Winchester. I’m Deputy Director Steven Groves" he announced. "This is a pleasure." "Well, glad one of us feels that way" Dean muttered tonelessly. Steven moved closer to the cell, narrowing his eyes. "I've been waiting a long time for you two to come out of the woodwork." There was something odd about the way he said that. But before Sam could put his finger on what it was, Steven was drawing his gun, firing a bullet straight through Dean's left shoulder, spraying blood on the wall behind him. Sam wasted no time. As Dean grunted and fell back, clutching at his injured shoulder, Sam sprung forward, grappling with Steven through the bars, just managing to get a hold of the gun so that he could force its tip upwards, away from Dean.

Steven's eyes, locked with Sam's, morphed solid black. Sam's own eyes widened marginally and he began spouting out a memorized exorcism in perfect latin. Steven's head began whipping from side to side in a dizzying fashion. "Sorry, I've gotta cut this short" he growled mid-exorcism, causing Sam to pause. "It’s gonna be a long night, fellas." With a final roar, the demon expelled itself from Steven's body in a typical mass of black smoke, vanishing through the ceiling air vent. Steven's body dropped like a stone to the ground, his gun falling into Sam's grasp as he fell.

The noise brought the sheriff, the deputy, Reidy and Henriksen, all with their own guns drawn. "All right, put the gun down" the sheriff bellowed, aiming his gun at Sam, who, realizing how bad this looked immediately began to lower the gun. "Wait. Okay. Wait." "He shot him" the sheriff cried in despair, noticing Steven's corpse. "I didn't shoot him, okay" Sam promised wildly. "I didn't shoot anyone." "He shot me" Dean pointed out, still clutching his bleeding shoulder and grimacing. Henriksen cocked his gun threateningly. "Get on your knees, NOW!" "Okay, okay, okay. Don’t shoot. Please" Sam begged, passing the gun through the bars and taking a step back, hands up. "Here. Look. We didn't shoot him. Check the body. There’s no blood. We did NOT kill him" Sam stressed, breathing heavily. "Go ahead, check him."

Reidy holstered his weapon and knelt to inspect Steven's body. He looked up in surprise, addressing Henriksen. "Vic, there’s no bullet wound." "He’s probably been dead for months" Dean groaned, swallowing hard against the pain in his throbbing shoulder. "What did you do to him" Henriksen demanded, his gun still trained on Sam. "We didn't do anything" Dean objected from behind his brother. Henriksen turned his gun on Dean instead. "Talk or I shoot" he ordered. "You won’t believe us" Dean insisted. "He was possessed" Sam piped up with before Henriksen could make good on his promise to shoot one or both of them. Henriksen looked just about at the end of his rope. "Possessed? Right. Fire up the chopper" he barked. "We’re taking them out of here now." Dean rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Yeah! Do that!"

Reidy straightened up, talking into his radio. "Bill?" There was a blast of static and nothing else. Reidy tried again. "Bill, are you there?" Reidy glanced to Henriksen, who nodded, and then headed for the exit, leaving Henriksen, the sheriff and the deputy with Sam and Dean. Other than Dean's ragged breathing, not a sound could be heard for the next minute. And then there was the sound of a massive explosion from outside, causing everyone in the back room to jump. "What the hell was that?" Henriksen holstered his gun and pulled out his own radio, speaking into it with alarm. "Reidy? Reidy?!" No answer.
~~~

After the others had filed out of the back room to try and figure out what was going on, Sam helped Dean slid out of his jacket and roll up his sleeve to attend to the still bleeding wound. While they were working, the lights suddenly cut out. "Oh that can't be good" Dean muttered grimly, before grunting in pain. Sam frowned sympathetically, though his words were a bit tougher than his expression. "All right, don’t be such a wuss." Dean made a face at him. "What’s the plan" Henriksen asked tartly from the door to their cell where he was once again standing behind, watching them. "Kill everyone in the station, bust you two out?" Dean twisted away from Sam to focus on Henriksen with a baffled expression. "What the hell are you talking about?" "I’m talking about your psycho friends" Henriksen announced coldly. "I’m talking about a blood bath. That's what I'm talking about." The boys exchanged a long look. "Okay, I promise you – whoever’s out there? Is not here to help us" Dean insisted. Sam got to his feet. "Look, you've got to believe us. Everyone here is in terrible danger." "You think" Henriksen replied snidely. "Why don’t you let us out of here so we can save your asses" Dean countered just as snidely. "From what?" Henriksen eyed them lividly. "You gonna say “demons”?" He raised his gun warningly. "Don’t you dare say “demons”. Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me right now." He pivoted on one heel and stalked out. As angry as Henriksen was, Sam just couldn't bring himself to be more scared of him than of a demon. Not that he was overwhelmingly scared of demons...which probably said something about his life right there...but if he had to pick one of the two to be more scared of, it certainly wasn't going to be Henriksen. And he knew Dean felt the same way.

Turning to face his brother, he raised an eyebrow. "How's the shoulder?" Dean looked down at the blood-soaked pad of toilet paper they'd yanked from the roll in the corner by the toilet, which he was holding over the wound. "It’s awesome." He got to his feet and tossed aside the pad with another grimace. "I’ll live. You know, if we get out of here alive" he added dryly. "So you got a plan?" Sam looked closer at Dean's shoulder, ignoring the question since he didn't actually have an answer for it yet. Suddenly, Dean inclined his head towards the door and muttered softly, "Hey…" Sam turned around to see the secretary, Nancy, peeking in. "Hey" Sam greeted her intensely and she backed off, scared. Sam hurried to speak again at a softer volume. "Hey, uh, please. Please. We need your help. It’s… it’s Nancy. Nancy, right?" Nancy stared at him, unmoving. "Nancy, my… my brother’s been shot. He’s… He’s bleeding really bad. You think maybe you could get us a towel? Please? Just one clean towel?" Nancy still hadn't moved, her expression timid. Sam came right up to the bars with a genuine smile. "Look. Look at us. We’re not the bad guys. I swear."

Nancy backed out of the room. Dean sighed heavily. "Nice try." Sam hung his head for a minute, trying to think of a new plan, and when he lifted his head back up, Nancy had returned, clutching a soft clean white towel. Sam sighed in relief. "Thank you." "It's okay" he promised, holding up his handcuffed hands in a show of surrender as she approached. Sam waited until she was close enough. Then, taking the towel with one hand, he used the other to grab her arm and pull her against the bars. Her screams brought the deputy. "Let her go! Let her go!" He waved his gun threateningly at Sam, who released Nancy immediately. The deputy looked over one shoulder at Nancy. "You ok Nance?" She gave a shaky nod, hugging her middle. The deputy turned back to Sam, frowning angrily. "Try something again, and you get shot. And not in the arm." Sam nodded quickly. "Okay."

Once Nancy and the deputy had left the room, Dean snatched the towel from Sam and then hit him in the arm with it. "What the hell was that?" Sam had remembered noticing a rosary chain on Nancy's desk when they'd first been brought in. Rosary beads were the key ingredient in creating holy water. All you needed after that was the water and a few correct verses of latin. Sam knew the latin. They had the water in the form of the toilet bowl water. And now, thanks to Sam easily picking Nancy's pocket while she was too scared out of her mind to notice...

They had the Rosary.

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Jus In Bello. // Dean // Mar 23, 2015 16:03:20 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 23, 2015 16:03:20 GMT -5

Dean's irritation with Sam for the stunt he just pulled vanished in the blink of an eye when he saw the Rosary Sam was holding up triumphantly. He chuckled appreciatively, bunching up the towel and pressing it to his shoulder. "We’re like sitting ducks in here" Sam complained ten minutes later as they sat side by side again on the bed. Dean nodded restlessly. "Yeah, I know. And would it kill these cops to BRING US A SNACK?!" He shouted the last part at the door. Sam remained focused on the problem at hand. "How many you figure are out there?" Dean shook his head wearily. "I don't know." "However many they are, they could be possessing anyone" Sam pointed out with a disconcerted expression. "Anyone could just walk right in." This little quandary had not gone unnoticed by Dean, who tried to find a silver lining in it. "It's kind of wild, right? I mean it’s like they’re coming for us. They've never done that before." He smiled slightly, thinking it over. "It’s like we got a contract on us. Think it’s because we’re so awesome?" He paused and then answered his own question. "I think it’s ‘cause we’re so awesome."

Sam did not look amused. Fortunately the sheriff arrived just then so no comment was made about his attempts to lighten the mood. "Well howdy there sheriff" Dean greeted him amicably. The sheriff said nothing. Simply unlocked the cell door and pushed it open. The boys rose to their feet as Sam addressed him next. "Uh...sheriff?" The sheriff gestured at them with one hand. "It’s time to go, boys." The brothers exchanged a wary glance, taking a simultaneous step backwards. "Uh… you know what? We’re – we're just comfy right here" Dean assured him. "But thank you." "What the hell do you think you’re doing?" Henriksen had arrived on the scene, staring open mouthed at the sheriff. "We’re not just gonna sit around here and wait to die" the sheriff insisted. "We’re gonna make a run for it." "It’s safer here" Henriksen argued. Dean wasn't sure he necessarily agreed with that, but now was not the time to point that out. "There’s a SWAT facility in Boulder" the sheriff informed them all. Henriksen stepped through the open cell door. "We’re not going anywhere." The sheriff snorted. "The hell we’re not." He reached for Dean's arm. Without warning, Henriksen drew his gun and shot the sheriff in the head.

Dean and Sam rushed Henriksen. Even with their cuffed wrists, they were able to wrestle him to his knees, knocking the gun free. Sam forced Henriksen's head into the toilet in the corner, where they'd dropped Nancy's Rosary and said the appropriate latin, turning it from just toilet bowl water into holy water. Dean picked up Henriksen's fallen gun, pointing it warningly at the deputy and Nancy who had heard the commotion and come running. "Stay back!" From over his shoulder he could hear Sam chanting an exorcism. "Hurry up Sam" he urged. "It’s too late" possessed Henriksen rasped, struggling against Sam's hold. "I already called them. They’re coming." Sam forced his head back down into the water, finishing the exorcism and then dropping the sopping wet Henriksen to the cell floor in exhaustion. Nancy swallowed hard. "Is he… is he dead?" Before either brother could confirm or deny this, Henriksen was regaining consciousness, sitting up with a cough. Sam put a hand on his shoulder. "Henriksen! Hey. Is that you in there?" Henriksen blinked a few times, staring around the cell to orient himself. His eyes landed on the sheriff's dead body. When he spoke at last, his voice was hoarse. "I… I shot the sheriff." Dean waited a second before piping up with, "But you didn't shoot the deputy" finishing the lyrics to an old Bob Marley song in another attempt to lighten the atmosphere. Sam stared at him. He shrugged.

Henriksen mopped some water from his face with one sleeve. "Five minutes ago, I was fine, and then…" Sombering up pretty quickly, Dean finished Henriksen's sentence for him. "Let me guess. Some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat?" Henriksen nodded slowly, pushing himself up onto the bed. "You were possessed" Sam explained. Henriksen's eyes widened. "Possessed, like… possessed?" "That’s what it feels like" Sam informed him grimly. "Now you know." Dean spun around Henriksen's gun so that he was now holding it by the barrel, offering its handle to its proper owner. "Looks like we owe you the biggest “I told you so” ever" he remarked, raising an eyebrow. Henriksen accepted his gun, rising slowly into a standing position. "Officer Amici." He addressed the deputy, holding out his gun-free hand. "Keys." The deputy handed over the keys, which Henriksen used to free Sam and Dean of their chains. As they fell to the ground in a pile, making loud clanking noises, Henriksen addressed the boys seriously. "All right, so how do we survive?"
~~~

Ten minutes later Sam was spraying a large devil's trap on the floor just inside the front door. Dean was looking over the floor plans of the police station while Nancy tended to his injured shoulder, layering it with gauze and tape. Henriksen and the deputy, who Dean now knew was named Phil, were loading guns. Dean noticed this and snorted. "Well, that’s nice. It’s not gonna do much good though." "We've got an arsenal here" Phil pointed out, gesturing at their pile of weapons. Dean drew a final star on the map, having indicated now where all the devil's traps Sam was painting were located. "You don’t poke a bear with BB gun" he stated simply. "That’s just gonna make them mad." Henriksen set down the gun in his hands and locked eyes with Dean. "What do you need?" "Salt" he answered instantly. "Lots and lots of salt." "Salt" Phil repeated in disbelief. Dean narrowed his eyes. "What, is there an echo in here?" "There’s road salt in the storeroom" Nancy piped up with while Phil looked off to one side embarrassed. Dean nodded confidently. "Perfect. We need salt at every window and every door." Henriksen and Phil set off to gather the salt. There was a few seconds of silence as Nancy worked steadily on Dean's shoulder before he addressed her kindly. "How you holdin’ up, Nancy?" She gave a shaky smile. "Okay I guess." She paused and then added, "when I was little, I would come home from the church and start to talk about the devil. And my parents would tell me to stop being so literal. I guess I showed them, huh?" She looked like she was trying to smile but wasn't succeeding very well. "That should hold" she finished, adding a final piece of tape to the gauze bandage. Dean hopped down from the desk, reached for his jacket and shrugged into it. "Thank you." She smiled shyly. "Sure."

Phil returned to the front office with a bag of salt just then. Dean turned to him. "Hey, where's my car?" "Impound lot out back" Phil answered dismissively before glancing in alarm at Dean. "Wait. You’re not going out there?" Dean nodded calmly. "Yeah, I got to get something out of my trunk."

Dean walked briskly out to where the Impala was stored, looking around every so often as he moved. His car was the first on the lot and he wasted no time in unlocking and propping open the trunk's false bottom. With a great deal of speed, Dean began throwing things into a bag. As the wind picked up and the impound lot's lights began to crackle and flicker, Dean grabbed some dreamcatcher-like amulets, stuffing them into his bag and zipping it closed. The wind howled at its loudest, most ferocious volume yet. Dean peered over the Impala's still open trunk lid to see a mass of black smoke, seemingly alive with electricity, bulleting towards the police station. Dean's eyes widened in alarm. Slamming the trunk closed, locking it, pocketing the keys, and shouldering his bag, he sprinted back towards the station, barely beating the smoke there.

Sam was laying a final line of salt down in front of the door, which Dean jumped over, slamming the door in his wake, panting. "They’re coming" he shouted. "Hurry!" The black smoke crashed into the building, obscuring the windows. Nancy screamed. Sam and Dean ushered her back into the main office area where Phil and Henriksen were waiting anxiously. Dean reached into the duffel bag still slung across one shoulder and pulled free a shotgun which he tossed to Sam, who caught it mid-air with one hand. "Everybody okay" Sam wanted to know, checking the gun to make sure it was fully loaded with rocksalt rounds. "Define okay" Henriksen muttered with a wry smile. Dean set his bag down on the closest desk and pulled out the amulet necklaces next, distributing them. "All right, everybody needs to put these on. They’ll keep you from being possessed." Nancy took hers with a concerned frown. "What about you and Sam?" The boys exchanged a look and then in unison pulled down the collars of their shirts to reveal the anti-possession-charm tattoos inked into their chests. Henriksen looked impressed. "Smart. How long you had those?" "Not long enough" Sam admitted as the boys released their shirt collars, hiding the tattoos again.

After another minute, Nancy moved closer to the front window, squinting through it. "Hey, that’s Jenna Rubner." Dean looked over at Sam and then pushed off of the desk he'd been leaning against and joined Nancy by the window. A pale woman with red hair and solid black eyes was staring back. "That’s not Jenna anymore" he warned Nancy. "That’s where all that black demon smoke went" she asked with wide eyes. "Looks like it" Sam answered, having moved up to join her and Dean by the window as well.

Dean glanced over one shoulder to see how Phil and Henriksen were holding up but neither were there anymore. Dean gave a low whistle to alert Sam and then gestured with a flat hand in swift army-like movements, implying he was going to go exploring the rest of the building to check up on the other two and that Sam should stay there with Nancy. Sam nodded subtly, catching onto the unspoken message with ease.

Henriksen was in an empty side office, perched against the desk, staring morosely at the sheriff's name plate. He was obviously feeling badly about having shot him. To try and get his mind off of it, Dean wordlessly handed him a second gun and a handful of salt rounds to load it with. "Shotgun shells full of salt" Henriksen chuckled, shaking his head in amazement. Dean shrugged with half a smile, loading his own gun. "Hey. Whatever works." "Fighting off monsters with condiments." Henriksen loosened his tie with one hand before starting to load the gun Dean had handed him. "So. Turns out demons are real after all." Dean finished loading his gun and set it aside with a straight face. "FYI, ghosts are real too. So are werewolves, vampires, changelings, evil clowns that eat people"- He was going to keep going, but Henriksen cut him off, starting to look ill. "Ok, then." "If it makes you feel better, Bigfoot’s a hoax." He smirked. Henriksen allowed a smile at that. "It doesn't" he admitted honestly. After another minute, he finished with his gun and laid it down next to Dean's. "How many demons?" "Total?" Dean shrugged blandly. "No clue. A lot."

Henriksen exhaled deeply, staring off to one side. "You know what my job is?" "You mean besides locking up the good guys?" Dean spread his arms wide with a dry smile and then let them drop to his sides. "I have no idea." Henriksen was no longer smiling, even a little bit. "My job is boring" he admitted. "It’s frustrating. You work three years for one break, and then maybe you can save ... a few people. Maybe. That’s the payoff. I’ve been busting my ass for 15 years to nail a handful of guys and all this while, there’s something off in the corner so big...." He reached out one hand as though to grab something and then let it fall with a heavy sigh. "So yeah… sign me up for that big, frosty mug of wasting my damn life." Dean stared at him for a minute. "You didn't know." Henriksen turned his head to the side to lock eyes with Dean seriously. "Now I do." He paused and then straightened up, pushing off the desk and approaching Dean. "What’s out there...Can you guys beat it? Can you win?" Dean considered this for a minute with a hollow expression. "Honestly? I think the world’s gonna end bloody" he finally admitted, setting his jaw in determination. "But it doesn't mean we shouldn't fight. We have choices. And I choose to go down swingin’."

"Plus you got nothing to go home to but your brother" Henriksen pointed out. Dean nodded agreeably. "Yeah. What about you? You rockin’ the white picket fence?" Henriksen shook his head with a chuckle. "Nah. Empty apartment, string of angry ex-wives. I’m right where you are." Dean's lips twitched. Him and Agent Henriksen...in the same boat. Who'd thunk it.

"Imagine that."

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Jus In Bello. // Dean // Mar 24, 2015 11:38:32 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Mar 24, 2015 11:38:32 GMT -5

Phil had wandered back into the main office area only about a minute after Dean left. So Sam, Nancy, and Phil just sort of hung around, not saying anything, all anxiously lost in their own thoughts, until a loud crash startled them. Sam took off at a fast pace for the back storage room where the noise had come from. Nancy and Phil followed him at a much slower pace, remaining in the hallway when they reached the door. Sam pushed into the room to find Dean and Henriksen already there, the latter of which pointing his gun at the intruder who'd broken through the window to gain entrance. "How do we kill her?" Sam put a hand on the end of Henriksen's gun and lowered it. "We don't."

"She’s a demon" Henriksen pointed out, the solid black eyes a dead give away. "She's here to help us" Sam assured not only him, but Nancy and Phil who were peeking around the corner now. Phil's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you kidding?" Sam flicked his eyes to Dean who was looking less than thrilled to see Ruby again. Breathing deeply, Ruby gave the boys a pointed look. "Are you gonna let me out?" The salt line had somehow already been broken, which allowed her to get through the window in the first place, but the devil's trap she'd landed in was still intact.

Sam, avoiding Dean's eyes, pulled a switchblade from his pocket, snapped open the knife, knelt and scraped away a small portion of the spraypainted outer circle. Ruby stepped out of the trap with a smirk. "And they say chivalry’s dead." She flipped back her long blond hair and pushed past Dean on her way towards the main office. "Does anyone have a breath mint? Some guts splattered in my mouth while I was killing my way in here." Dean rolled his eyes as he, Henriksen, Phil and Nancy all followed Ruby. Sam hung back to fix the broken salt line and devil's trap before joining them. "How many are out there" Dean was asking. "30 at least" Ruby replied dismissively. "That’s so far." "Oh, good" Dean quipped sarcastically. "30. 30 hit men all gunning for us. Who sent them?" Ruby shifted her focus to Sam, who was leaning up against the doorway. "You didn't tell Dean? I’m surprised." Dean wrinkled his brow in confusion, looking from Ruby to Sam. "Tell me what?" Sam looked at the ground. He knew he should've mentioned what that Tammi witch had told him about the rising demon leader, but he just hadn't found a good time.

Ruby perched on the edge of the closest desk, crossing her legs at the ankles. "There’s a big new up and comer in town. Real pied piper." Dean returned his focus to Ruby. "Ok...who is he?" Ruby uncrossed her ankles and hopped up to sit fully on the desk, crossing one leg over the other instead. "Not he. She. Her name is Lilith. And she really, really wants Sam’s intestines on a stick. ‘Cause she sees him as competition." Dean's eyes widened, whipping his head back around to glare at Sam. "You knew about this?" Sam said nothing. Dean threw up his arms in frustration. "Well, gee, Sam. Is there anything else I should know?!" Sam looked up with a somewhat edgy expression, ready to defend himself, but Ruby didn't give him a chance. "How about the two of you talk about this later" she suggested curtly, hopping down from the desk and holding out one hand. "We’ll need the Colt." She looked expectantly at Sam who couldn't quite meet her eyes. "Where’s the Colt?" Sam shuffled his feet. "It got stolen."

Ruby stared at him incredulously. "I’m sorry. I must have blood in my ear. I thought I just heard you say that you were stupid enough to let the Colt get grabbed out of your thick, clumsy, idiotic hands." She turned away and began pacing. "Fantastic timing guys, really. This is just peachy…" Sam sighed. "Ruby..." "Shut up." She raised one hand and Sam fell silent. "Fine" she announced sharply after a minute of this silence, turning to face the small group again. "Since I don’t see that there’s any other any option....there’s one other way I know how to get you out of here alive." Dean raised an eyebrow. "What's that?" Ruby crossed her arms. "I know a spell. It’ll vaporize every demon in a one-mile radius." She gave the Winchesters a very pointed glare. "Myself included. You let the Colt out of your sight and now I have to die. So next time, be more careful. How’s that for a dying wish" she spat bitterly. Sam still said nothing.

There wasn't really anything to be said.

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Jus In Bello. // Dean // Mar 24, 2015 14:04:47 GMT -5

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The silence seemed to stretch on forever before Dean broke it. "Okay, what do we need to do?" Ruby smirked. "Aww… that's sweet, but you can’t do anything. This spell is very specific. It calls for a person of virtue." Dean shrugged. "I got virtue." Ruby rolled her eyes. "Nice try. You’re not a virgin." Dean laughed. "Nobody’s a virgin" he exclaimed. Ruby looked past Dean, her eyes landing on Nancy. Everyone else's gaze followed. Nancy was clutching her cross-necklace, looking self-conscious. Dean's jaw unhinged. "No. No way. You’re kidding me, r–. You’re…" Nancy's face reddened. "What? It’s a choice, okay?" Dean went right on staring. "So, y-you’ve never… Not even once? I mean not even – Wow."

Nancy smiled hopefully at Ruby, ignoring Dean. "So, this spell. What can I do?" Ruby advanced on her a few steps. "You can hold still ... while I cut your heart out of your chest." "What" Nancy bleated, the smile dropping off of her face in flash. "Are you crazy" Dean snapped at almost the precise same time. "I’m offering a solution" Ruby fired back calmly. "You’re offering to kill somebody" Dean retaliated flatly. Ruby changed courses, advancing on Dean instead, who held his ground so that they were now only a few feet apart, staring each other down. "And what do you think’s gonna happen to this girl when the demons get in?" "We’re gonna protect her. That’s what" Henriksen pointed out firmly, joining the discussion. "Excuse me" Nancy tried timidly. "Very noble of you" Ruby snorted in response to Henriksen, ignoring Nancy. She tried again, a little louder. "Ex– excuse me." And again, Ruby ignored her, directing her next comment to Dean. "You’re all gonna die. Look. This is the only way." Dean set his jaw. "Yeah, there’s no way that you’re gonna—" "Would everybody please shut up?!" The volume of Nancy's shout surprised everyone, Nancy included. She took a minute to collect herself and then addressed Ruby. "All the people out there… will it save them?" Ruby softened her expression. "It’ll blow the demons out of their bodies. So if their bodies are okay… yeah." There was a long, tense pause, and then Nancy drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'll do it." "Hell no" Henriksen objected in unison with the beginning part of Dean's insistent, "No, no, you don’t need to do this." "All my friends are out there" Nancy whispered. "We don't sacrifice people." Henriksen scowled. "We do that, we’re no better than them." Ruby crossed her arms. "We don’t have a choice." "Yeah, well, your choice is not a choice" Dean argued, his tone nearing a growl.

Ruby swung her gaze around to pin on Sam who was still leaning against the open doorway, not having said a word for quite a long time. "Sam, you know I’m right." Without looking at him, Dean smiled slightly, expecting Sam to shoot her down and agree with the saner, non-demonic side of the argument. But Sam said nothing. Now he looked at him. "Sam?" The younger Winchester studied his feet as though they were the most fascinating objects on earth. "What the hell is going on" Dean blustered. "Sam, tell her." "It’s my decision" Nancy interrupted, holding her head high bravely. Ruby nodded smugly. "Damn straight, cherry pie." Things were spinning out of control too fast for Dean's liking. "Stop! Just stop" he shouted, holding up his hands like a traffic cop. "Nobody kill any virgins." He exhaled sharply. "Sam, I need to talk to you." Without waiting for an answer, he pushed past his brother into the hallway. Sam's footsteps could be heard following and when they were a good enough distance away from the main office, he rounded on him. "Please tell me you’re not actually considering this. We’re talking about holding down a girl and cutting out her heart." Sam bit his lip. "And we’re also talking about 30 people out there, Dean. Innocent people who are all gonna die, along with everyone in here." A muscle ticked in Dean's jaw. "That doesn't mean that we throw away the rule book and stop acting like humans" he whisper-hissed. "I’m not gonna let that demon kill some nice, sweet, innocent girl, who hasn't even been laid yet!" He shook his head with narrowed eyes. "I mean, look, if that’s how you win wars, then I don’t want to win."

Sam seemed to be relenting. "Then what" he asked desperately. "What do we do, Dean?" A calm, concentrated expression came over the older Winchester's features. Math, he was terrible at. History, forget it. Science, not going to happen. But this...this he was great at. "I got a plan. I’m not saying it's a good one. I’m not even saying that it’ll work. But it sure as hell beats killing a virgin." Sam locked eyes with his brother expectantly. "Okay, so, what’s the plan?" Dean straightened up, his eyes narrowing further with determination.

"Open the doors, let them all in and we fight."

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Jus In Bello. // Dean // Mar 24, 2015 14:30:47 GMT -5

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Sam finished with the audio room and returned to the main office where Ruby, Dean and Henriksen were waiting. Phil and Nancy had already hurried outside and up onto the roof to get ready for their part of the plan. "Get the equipment to work" Dean wanted to know. Sam nodded. "Yeah." "So" Dean prompted when he didn't elaborate. "So this is insane" Sam remarked simply, still not sure why he was going along with this plan, other than the fact of it was Dean who had come up with it and he trusted his brother implicitly when it came to these kinds of scenarios. "You win 'understatement of the year'" was Ruby's snide retort. Dean's shoulders stiffened. "Look, I get it, you think"- "I don’t think… I know. It’s not gonna work" she snapped, heading for the front door. "So long boys." Sam stared at her retreating back. "So, you’re just gonna leave?"

Ruby pivoted back around to face him, crossing her arms. "Hey. I was gonna kill myself to help you win. I’m not gonna stand here and watch you lose." She took a step closer. "And I’m disappointed because I tried. I really did, but clearly I bet on the wrong horse." She raised an eyebrow as if waiting for Sam to do or say something to make her change her mind. Something to make her believe she had bet on the right horse. Sam looked away. Ruby sighed in disappointment, returning to the front door and stopping just shy of the devil's trap painted there. "Do you mind letting me out?" Sam stayed where he was. Finally, Dean pulled out his switchblade, snapped open the knife portion of it, and scraped away part of the trap's outer circle, breaking its magical demon-trapping powers. Ruby spared Sam one last look and then exited the building.

Rather than brooding on Ruby's last words to him, Sam drew his own switchblade and shouldered the strap of his loaded shotgun. "Come on, let's go." He, Henriksen and Dean split up, each heading to a different entryway. "All set" came Dean's loud questioning call, meaning he was in place. "Yeah" Sam called back, which was followed shortly by Henriksen's "Ready!" There was a brief pause and then Dean could be heard hollering, "let’s do this!"

Sam stepped forward, using his knife to break the devil's trap and his foot to sweep away the line of salt. Pocketing his knife and backing away, he raised the salt-loaded shotgun in his hands, waiting alertly. And it only took a few seconds for a possessed person to come sprinting through that open door. Sam aimed, fired, and hit the demon square in the chest, sending it flying backwards. Sam continued backing up, firing at any demon that appeared in his sight line as he moved.

His path brought him right back to the main office area where Dean was battling demons now as well. And while they might have had the upper hand when it was just one or two at a time bursting through the door, they were sorely outmatched when it was 30. Their guns were soon emptied of salt rounds and their flasks were just as quickly emptied of holy water, leaving them defenseless and trapped, 30 demons gathered around them, watching them both with interest. The boys looked at each other. Suddenly, the demon possessing Jenna Rubner broke free of the crowd and, without saying a word, lifted one hand, supernaturally flinging Sam and Dean against the far wall and pinning them there. Sam gasped in pain as the oxygen was slowly sucked from his lungs. He looked sideways at Dean, whose expression mirrored his own, and nodded subtly. "Henriksen, now" Dean hollered as loudly as he could under the circumstances, grimacing.

Another second passed and then, suddenly, from the many speakers positioned around the room, Sam's recorded voice issued forth, reciting an exorcism in perfect, fluent latin. The mass of demons began to panic, running for the exits, completely forgetting about Sam and Dean, who collapsed to the floor, breathing deeply. The demons slammed on the doors with their fists, trying to get out, but Phil and Nancy had done their job well. As soon as the last of the demons had entered the building, they'd slipped down from the roof, closed all the doors, and lined them with salt. As the exorcism continued, the demons' desperation increased. But the salt lines held, the exorcism finished, and with a sound much like the rumbling of thunder, the black smoke poured from the mouths of the no-longer-possessed humans, rose up into a large circle, turned bright orange, and then vanished.

Sam slowly got to his feet, then reached out a hand to help up Dean as well. Henriksen entered the main office from the audio room, wiping a trail of blood from his lip and nodding, impressed. Sam took in the 30 unconscious bodies of the no-longer-possessed humans littering the floor around their feet, who were starting to cough, sputter and sit up slowly. He turned to Dean, mirroring Henriksen's impressed nod.

"Nice plan."

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Jus In Bello. // Dean // Mar 24, 2015 15:50:55 GMT -5

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Henriksen moved over to the phone on the late sheriff's desk, staring down at it in thought. "I better call this in. Hell of a story I won’t be telling" he chuckled dryly. Sam raised an eyebrow curiously. "So what are you gonna tell them?" Henriksen shrugged good-naturedly. "The least ridiculous lie I can come up with in the next five minutes." Dean chuckled. "Good luck with that." Moving to the next big problem at hand, he gestured between him and Sam. "Not to pressure you or anything, but what are you planning to do about us?" Henriksen's face grew serious. "I’m gonna kill you." He waited a beat, in which the boys exchanged a nervous look, and then finished explaining. "Sam and Dean Winchester were in the chopper when it caught on fire. Nothing left. Can’t even identify them with dental records." His face split into a wide smile, reaching out to shake hands with each of them. "Rest in peace, guys." Dean clapped Henriksen on the shoulder gratefully. "Thanks." Henriksen nodded in return. "Now get out of here." The boys spared one more smile and handshake for Henriksen before fleeing.
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Back in the motel room an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Dean rose to answer it but before he'd made it halfway across the room, Ruby was pushing the door open, entering on her own. "Turn on the news" she demanded curtly. Dean sank back down onto his bed while Sam, from the opposite bed, picked up the remote and did as Ruby commanded. On screen, a television news anchor was mid-report, with a smoldering building in the background that looked horribly familiar. "The community is still reeling from the tragedy that happened just a few hours ago. Authorities believe a gas main ruptured, causing the massive explosion that ripped apart the police station and claimed the lives of everyone inside. Among the deceased, at least six police officers and staff, including sheriff Melvin Dodd, deputy Phil Amici, and secretary Nancy Fitzgerald as well as three FBI agents, identified as Steven Groves, Calvin Reidy, and Victor Henriksen." Their pictures flashed up onto the screen as they were listed. Dean's mouth was dry, his stomach lurching. He didn't have to look at Sam to know he was reacting similarly.

Their own pictures flashed up onto the screen next. "Two fugitives in custody were also killed. We’ll continue to follow the story here at the scene, but for now, back to you, Jim" the reporter finished. Ruby flicked off the news with one hand, turning to face the shell-shocked brothers. "Must have happened right after we left" Sam finally managed to say. Reaching into an inner jacket pocket, Ruby pulled out two little black pouches. "Considering the size of the blast..." She tossed one to each of them. "... smart money’s on Lilith." Dean caught his in one hand, and brought it down from above his head to eye level. "What’s in these?" Ruby crossed her arms. "Something that’ll protect you. Throw Lilith off your trail… for the time being, at least." Sam nodded. "Thanks." Ruby's arms fell to her sides like stones sinking in water. "Don’t thank me" she snapped. "Lilith killed everyone. She slaughtered your precious little virgin, plus over a dozen other people." She turned to face Dean, getting right in his face. "So after your big speech about humanity and war, turns out your plan?...it was the one with the body count. Do you know how to run a battle? You strike fast and you don’t leave any survivors. So no one can go running to tell the boss." Apparently the salt lines hadn't held as well as they'd thought. "So next time" she finished acidly. "… we go with my plan." She was so peeved she didn't even bother leaving the room like a normal human, but instead simply vanished into thin air with a typical gust of wind.

Dean closed his eyes. Without having to open them again, he knew Sam was about to say something. Whether it was good or bad, he didn't care. Whether Sam was going to side with Ruby or side with him he didn't care. He simply raised a hand to cut him off, eyes still closed.

"Not. A. Word."

[THE END.]

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