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Jus in Bello

Pairing: Winchester!Sister(OC)

Summary: Sam, Dean and Ellie break into Bela's apartment in order to get the Colt back, but she has tipped off Agent Henriksen to their whereabouts

Disclaimers: blood, death, gunshots, ANGST!!!!!!!

Word Count: 8.5k

A/N: this very well may be one of my favorite parts so far!!!! I hope you love it!!

S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

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Monument, Colorado

The search for Bela took us across the country from where we were in Florida. The three of us filed into the small studio apartment Bobby was sure she was staying in, guns drawn. I closed the door behind us, scanning the area for any sign of her. When we knew the coast was clear, we began the search for the Colt. I dropped to my stomach beside the bed, pushing away lone socks and pairs of shoes, pulling out a cardboard box. I rifled through it, only coming up with fake badges. Sam was going through the drawers of the tv stand while Dean was opening each of the dresser drawers.

"Any sign of it?" I asked, looking up to Sam and Dean as I shoved the box back under the bed.

Sam slammed shut an empty safe. "Nothing. Are you sure this is Bela’s room?"

Dean turned to us, a blonde wig in one hand and a red one in the other. "I’d say so."

The landline on the unmade bed began to ring. We looked to each other, unsure whether or not to answer it considering we did just break in. I stood from the floor, slowly lifting the phone off the stand and brought the receiver to my ear. “Hello?”

"Ellie?” Bela’s voice came through the other end. I rolled my eyes. “Sweetie, are you there?"

I clenched my jaw, "Where are you?"

"Two states away by now."

"Where?"

I could tell she was smirking as she spoke, "Where’s our usual quippy banter? I miss it."

"I want it back, Bela…now,” I said, gripping the phone. Our life was so much easier before she sauntered into it. Dean ran an annoyed hand through his hair as Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance at the situation.

"Your little pistol, you mean? Sorry, I can’t at the moment."

"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?"

The answer seemed obvious to me: "Take the only weapon we have against an army of demons and sell it to the highest bidder."

"You know nothing about me."

"I know I’m gonna stop you."

"Tough words for someone who can’t even find me."

I smirked, "Oh, I’ll find you. You know why? Because I have absolutely nothing better to do than to track you down."

"That’s where you’re wrong. You’re about to be quite occupied.” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Did you really think I wouldn’t take precautions?"

Before I could ask any questions, the door to the apartment was swiftly kicked down as six armed officers in bullet proof vests and guns blazing swarmed around us. "Hands in the air! Drop your weapons!”

I dropped the phone and my gun onto the bed, our hands flying into the air. I shook my head, "That bitch.”

“Down on the ground, now!” They shouted. Sam, Dean and I dropped to our knees as two officers flanked each of us and pushed us flat to the floor. One kept their guns trained at our backs while the other yanked our wrists behind us, securing them tightly with handcuffs.

"Sam, Dean, and Ellie Winchester, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law,” one of the officers recited. I winced at the pressure of the cuffs. Another pair of feet came into the room. His shoes were black, polished so neatly I could almost see my reflection in them. “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 to you."

Sam, Dean and I glanced upward to the FBI agent hovering over us. He looked familiar. I wracked my brain for where I knew him from. It didn’t take long to realize that this was the same agent who’d responded to the bank robbery in Milwaukee last year, where the shapeshifters were wearing our skin. The same one that was hell-bent on putting us away forever.

"Hi guys,” Agent Henriksen greeted. “It’s been a while."

The three of us glanced at each other. We are so incredibly fucked.

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Agent Henriksen’s POV

"So did you get them?" The Sheriff asked immediately as I came through the small station.

"Where is everyone? I asked for all your men,” I said. He was lucky we caught them off guard, because if the Winchesters had gotten away again, the Sheriff’s head would be on a stick.

"And you got them. They went with you on the raid."

I cocked an eyebrow at him, "Six men? That’s all?"

"Everyone I could drum up with an hour’s notice. We’re a small town, Agent Henriksen."

I shook my head, moving past him toward the row of cells just around the corner. The biggest one was being occupied by a disheveled man asleep on a cot. The Sheriff and one of his officers followed close behind. I pointed to the man in the cell, "What’s he in for?"

"Drunk and disorderly."

I held out my hand, "Keys. Now."

The officer behind the Sheriff immediately gave them up. The Sheriff’s eyes widened as I entered the cell, "What are you doing?"

I grabbed the man by the back of his tattered jacket, pulling him to his feet, "It is your lucky night, sir. You're free to go."

"What the hell are you doing?" The Sheriff asked incredulously as I walked the man out the back door. "Agent Henriksen, you can’t just release my prisoners...Agent Henriksen!"

I whipped around, startling him, "Look, I get it…you’re Mayberry P.D."

He narrowed his eyes, "Excuse me?"

"And this isn’t how I’d do it if I had my choice. But a tip’s a tip and we had to move fast."

"Look, Agent, this ain’t my first rodeo-"

"No," I stopped him right there. There was nothing this small-town sheriff has seen that could even come close to these monsters. "You’ve never been to a rodeo like this before. You have any idea who we’re about to bring in here?"

"Yeah, a couple of fugitives."

"The most dangerous criminals you’ve ever laid your eyes on,” I corrected, making the Sheriff's face twitch slightly. “Think Hannibal Lecter and his half-wit little siblings. Do you know what these guys do for kicks? Dig up graves and mutilate corpses. They’re not just killers, Sheriff. They’re Satan-worshipping, nutbag killers. So work with me here. I’ll get them out of your hair and on their way to Supermax and you’ll be home in enough time to watch the farm report."

The Sheriff’s jaw twitched as he spoke through gritted teeth, "However we can help."

I nodded once, motioning to the six officers that helped arrest the Winchesters. "Those men of yours…post them at the exits."

"Yes sir,” the Sheriff said, begrudgingly.

I clicked on the walkie on my chest, "Reidy?"

"Yeah, Vic?"

"Bring them in. We’re as ready as we’re gonna be."

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Ellie’s POV

The double doors to the Sheriff’s station parted as Sam, Dean and I shuffled forward, doing the best we could not to trip over the chains wrapped tightly around our ankles. I tried to keep up with their longer strides, the chain connecting us clinking loudly against the linoleum floor. As we rounded the corner, we were faced with a row of cubicles, two officers, the Sheriff, Agent Henriksen, and a secretary who watched us.

"Why all the sourpusses?" Dean remarked. I glanced at the secretary who wouldn’t meet our gaze. The plaque on her desk read Nancy Fitzgerald. She reached for the rosary next to her. One of the officers pushed us forward. "Hey! Watch the merchandise!”

Sam looked to the secretary as we passed her desk, “We’re not the ones you should be scared of, Nancy."

The officers led us around another corner where a large cell door was open. We shuffled inside, turning as the door slammed shut behind us. We all turned in three separate directions, forgetting the chain connected us when it suddenly ran out slack. We lurched forward. I caught myself against the cell bars, looking over my shoulder, “Oh, this is gonna piss me off.”

"Alright, alright. Sit?" Dean suggested. We all came to the singular bed, twisting around each other in an attempt to untangle ourselves but it was no use. We flopped down onto the thin cot, sighing. "How we gonna Houdini out of this one?"

"Good question,” Sam said, rubbing at the raw skin around his wrists from the cuffs.

I leaned against the cinderblock wall behind me, trying to get some air after having been shoulder to shoulder with Sam and Dean for the hour ride over here. I glanced out of the cell where I could hear Henriksen on the phone. I narrowed my eyes as I strained to listen. “He’s saying something about a helicopter.”

Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Yeah, they’re not taking any chances this time.”

It didn’t take long before Henriksen found his way to our cell, resting his hands around the bars. We watched him in silence. "You know what I’m trying to decide?"

"I don’t know. What? Whether Cialis will help you with your little condition?" Dean quipped.

Henriksen ignored him. "What to have for dinner tonight. Steak or lobster, what the hell, surf and turf. I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seeing you three in chains…"

"You kinky son of a bitch. We don’t swing that way,” Dean smirked. "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 nodded, "You’re right. Screwed up. I underestimated you. I didn’t count on you being that smart…but now I’m ready."

"Yeah, ready to lose us again?" Sam asked, glaring at the agent.

"Ready like a court order to keep you in a Supermaximum prison in Nevada 'til trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell, so small that, between you and me…is probably unconstitutional,” he threatened. I had a feeling he wasn’t bluffing. “How’s that for ready? Take a good look at one another because you three will never see each other again.”

I could tell Dean was nervous although he would never show it outright. Henriksen clicked his tongue, "Aw. Where’s that smug smile, Dean? I wanna see it."

I scoffed, shaking my head. I couldn’t believe this was happening. "You got the wrong people."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. You fight monsters. Sorry, Ellie. 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."

I sat up, bearing my eyes into his skull. Sam and Dean straightened up, too. I clenched my fists, feeling them cut into the metal of the cuffs. "Why don’t you shut your fucking mouth?"

"Well, guess what? Life sucks, get a helmet ‘cause everybody’s got a sob story. But not everybody becomes a killer,” he said. The whirring sound of helicopter blades filled the room. We looked up to the small window at the top of the cell. Henriksen smirked. “And now I have three less to worry about…Mm. It’s surf and turf time."

Henriksen sauntered away from the cell, laughing. I almost expected him to start skipping. I blew out a breath, letting my head hang before looking to the two of them.

“Either of you bring your parachutes? Because that’s the only way I think we’re getting out of this one.” I stood from the cot, crossing the length of the small cell, feeling the restraint of the chains on my ankles. “What’s the plan?”

Sam shook his head, “I’ve got nothing.”

I ran my tongue over the edge of my teeth. “Only a few months left and I’ll be spending them in prison. Hey, but maybe I’ll be able to skip out on the electric chair.”

Sam and Dean glanced sideways at each other. I narrowed my eyes at them when footsteps rounded the corner. The door leading out to the office space was shut behind them, followed by a deep voice, "Sam, Dean, and Ellie Winchester.” The man stopped in front of the cell, hands on his hips as he surveyed us. “I’m Deputy Director Steven Groves. This is a pleasure."

"Well, glad one of us feels that way,” Dean muttered.

"I’ve been waiting a long time for you three to come out of the woodwork.” Then, Groves pulled a gun seemingly out of nowhere and slid it through the bars of the cell and fired round after round. I felt the first bullet before I saw it, pain exploding up my thigh as I dropped to the cell floor, scurrying backward away from the gun. I nearly screamed in pain as my ankle caught on the tension of the chain and forced the bottom half of my leg away from the bullet in my thigh. Blood seeped through my fingers as I held the wound. Sam and Dean were instantly on their feet, yanking Groves’ arm into the cell in an attempt to disarm him. The rounds continued to fire off, hitting the cinderblock behind us. I ducked my head as chunks of the wall exploded.

Through the commotion I could hear Sam start reciting an exorcism, making Groves’ head thrash back and forth. I moved my arm away from my face, watching as the agent’s eyes pooled to black. "Sorry, kids. I've gotta cut this short. It’s gonna be a long night."

The black smoke flew from the man’s mouth and up out of the building through the air vents above us. I struggled to my feet, pulling myself up with the support of the bars. The agent dropped to the ground on his back. Our luck was increasingly getting worse when the Sheriff and Henriksen burst through the sliding door, guns drawn and yelling at Sam, "Alright, put the gun down!"

"Wait. Okay. Wait!” Sam said frantically, holding the gun out on flat palms.

"He shot him!" The sheriff shouted, pointing his gun at Sam.

"He didn’t shoot him,“ Dean shouted back, eyes wild as he looked from the cops to Sam.

"Get on your knees, now!" Henriksen yelled.

Sam dropped the gun to the ground, passing it under the cell door as we dropped to our knees. My leg screamed in pain around the bullet still lodged inside. Without my hand to hold the wound it bled freely, coating my jeans and dripping onto the cement floor in a puddle. We put our hands in the air. I felt my blood roll in rivulets down my palm to my arm and under the sleeve of my jacket.

“Okay, okay, okay. Don’t shoot. Please. Look. Here. Here,” Sam said quickly. “We didn’t shoot him. Check the body. There’s no blood. We did not kill him!”

Henriksen’s partner, Agent Reidy kneeled down next to Groves’ body, looking for any visible gunshot wounds but of course, there weren’t any. "Vic, there’s no bullet wound."

"He’s probably been dead for months,” Dean said, glancing back at me and down to the blood pluming over my jeans.

"What did you do to him?" Henriksen demanded.

"We didn’t do anything.”

"Talk or I shoot."

"You won’t believe us,” I said, feeling dizzy already. I held onto the bar next to me. "He was possessed."

Henriksen scoffed, still holding his gun out at us. "Possessed? Right. Fire up the chopper! We’re taking them out of here now."

"Yeah! Do that!" Dean shouted.

Reidy brought his walkie to his mouth, "Bill? Bill, are you there?"

Only static came through the walkie. Reidy stood from where he was beside Groves and left the room. Henriksen and the Sheriff kept their weapons on us until Reidy’s voice came over the walkie again, "They’re dead. I think they’re all dead-” An ear-splitting explosion came from outside, a flash of orange light filled the room.

“What the hell was that?!” Henriksen yelled, dropping his gun as he tried to get hold of his partner. “Reidy? Reidy?!"

In an instant, Henriksen and the Sheriff ran from the room and chaos erupted. Sam and Dean rose to their feet. Sam came quickly around to me, helping me to my feet and to the bed. I sat back against the wall, huffing as I heaved my leg up. Dean shed his jacket and slid it under my thigh, bringing it up to tie just above the wound. He crossed the sleeves, glanced at me in apology before quickly tightening it around my thigh. More blood spilled out, warming the rest of my skin. I groaned, banging my head against the wall behind me.

“Sorry,” Dean apologized as he knotted the sleeves again. A makeshift tourniquet. The dim lights above us flickered before completely blinking out, swimming us in darkness.

“That can’t be good,” Sam said. Whatever was trying to get in wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Shouting continued out in the front of the station. They were all in full panic mode until Henriksen shouted something at them, instantly quieting the room.

"What’s the plan?” A voice said suddenly, appearing at the cell door. Henriksen. “Kill everyone in the station, bust you three out?"

Dean looked over his shoulder at him, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I’m talking about your psycho friends. I’m talking about a blood bath!"

"Okay, I promise you – whoever’s out there? They're not here to help us."

"Look, you gotta believe us. Everyone here is in terrible danger,” Sam tried. "Why don’t you let us out of here so we can save your asses?"

"From what?” Henriksen asked but stopped himself, shaking his head in frustration. “You gonna say 'demons'? Don’t you dare say 'demons'. Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me."

We watched as Henriksen rounded the corner again. Sam turned back to me, “How’s the leg?”

"It’s awesome,” I said through gritted teeth. “Any bright ideas?"

Dean looked around the cell as if an answer were hidden somewhere around our heads when he paused, nodding across the cell toward a figure who was seemingly spying on us. It was Nancy, the secretary.

Sam stood from the bed, gesturing toward her, "Hey, please. Please. We need your help. It’s Nancy, right?” The woman nodded. She had to be in her mid twenties but looked like a scared child. “Nancy, my sister’s been shot. She’s…she’s bleeding really bad. You think maybe you could get us a towel? Please?”

Nancy hesitated, not moving from behind the wall. Dean stood beside Sam, lowering his voice into a softer tone, “Look at us. We’re not the bad guys. I swear."

Nancy contemplated it before turning away. I sighed, "Nice try." I looked back down at my leg, using part of Dean’s jacket to press down on it, soaking up the blood. When I looked back up, Nancy had reappeared, towel in hand.

Sam stepped forward as Nancy took a tentative step toward him. His hands were held up non-threateningly. "Thank you."

Nancy came closer, smiling softly as she slowly passed the towel through the bars. Sam quickly grabbed her by the elbow, pulling her body against the cell. She screamed, an officer sprinting in behind her, shotgun at the ready.

"Let her go! Let her go!"

Sam quickly let go of her. I sat up straighter, watching with wide eyes. The officer looked behind at Nancy who had rushed toward the exit, "You okay, Nance?” She nodded quickly. The officer looked back at Sam, the shotgun still trained on him. “Try something again, get shot. And not in the leg."

The officer backed out of the room, taking Nancy with him. Dean slapped Sam on the arm. "What the hell was that?" Sam turned to us, holding up Nancy’s beaded rosary.

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It felt like hours as we sat in our cell, waiting for something to happen so Henriksen would have no choice but to let us out.

"We’re like sitting ducks in here,” Sam muttered under his breath.

"Yeah, I know,” Dean said. “Would it kill these cops to bring us a snack?!"

I turned the towel over to a dry spot, worried about how much blood I was losing. "How many you figure are out there?"

"Don’t know. But however many there are, they could be possessing anyone. Anyone could just walk right in,” Sam pointed out.

"It's kind of wild, right? I mean it’s like they’re coming for us. They’ve never done that before. It’s like we got a contract on us,” Dean said before smirking at us. “Think it’s because we’re so awesome? I think it’s ‘cause we’re so awesome."

He continued to smile at us but dropped it as Sam and I stared back, unamused. The sound of footsteps made us turn to the hallway where the Sheriff came to a stop outside the cell, unclipping a key ring from his belt. "Well, howdy there, Sheriff."

He ignored Dean as he unlocked the cell, sliding the door open. The three of us stood. "Uh, Sheriff?"

"It’s time to go, kids."

"Um…you know what? We’re – we're just comfy right here. But thank you,” I said. We took a step back as the Sheriff came deeper into the cell.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Henriksen shouted.

The Sheriff turned to him, "We’re not just gonna sit around here and wait to die. We’re gonna make a run for it."

"It’s safer here."

"There’s a SWAT facility in Boulder."

"We’re not going anywhere!”

"The hell we’re not-"

Henriksen raised his gun and blew the Sheriffs head off, making him crumple to the floor. Sam and Dean tackled Henriksen, effectively knocking the gun from his hands. Sam grabbed him under one arm and Dean grabbed the other, dropping him to the ground in front of the toilet in the corner of the cell. I quickly scooped the fallen gun into my hand as the rest of the officers, and Nancy, crowded into the room.

"Stay back!" I shouted at them, gun aimed at the group. They all came to a halt. I looked over my shoulder to where Sam was reciting an exorcism, shoving Henriksen’s head deeper into the water we had blessed with Nancy's rosary.

Henriksen’s head came up from the water, sizzling as the demon inside him screamed. I frantically looked back to the group in front of me who looked horrified. "Hurry up!"

"It’s too late,” the demon inside Henriksen said. His eyes were pools of black. “I already called them. They’re coming."

Dean shoved his head back into the water as Sam recited the exorcism even faster. I gripped the gun, watching the officers ahead of me when Henriksen’s head flew backwards and the black smoke escaped his mouth. Nancy and the officers ducked low as they watched the smoke disappear through the air vents, just like the demon inside Groves had. Finally, Henriksen fell sideways onto the floor and all was quiet again. Sam and Dean fell backwards onto the floor, panting. It’s not easy trying to keep a demon that still for so long.

“Is he…is he dead?" Nancy whispered. It was the first we’d heard from her.

It didn’t take long before Henriksen began coughing, sitting straight up and looking around the room at us. "Henriksen! Is that you in there?"

Henriksen pulled himself onto the cot, his face soaked. He looked like he was in shock. He looked down at the man on the cell floor. "I…I shot the Sheriff."

"But you didn't shoot the deputy,” Dean cracked, unable to hide his smile. Sam and I shot him a look.

"Five minutes ago, I was fine, and then…"

"Let me guess,” I said. Henriksen’s eyes flicked to mine. “Some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat? You were possessed."

He looked like he was weighing whether or not to believe me. "Possessed, like…possessed?"

"That’s what it feels like. Now you know,” I said, reluctantly handing him his gun back. I rested back against the bars.

"I owe the biggest ‘I told you so’ ever,” Dean said.

Henriksen didn’t look like putting up a fight. He looked to one of the officers behind him. "Officer Amici. Keys.” Officer Amici handed them over and Henriksen made quick work of freeing us. "Alright, so how do we survive?"

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While Sam spray-painted devil’s traps in front of every door in the station and Dean looked over a map of the building, I sat pant-less in a cubicle with my leg propped up on a chair as I dug around for the bullet in my leg. Officer Amici offered to pin up a blanket to give me some privacy to which I gratefully accepted. I bit down on one of the new towels Nancy brought me until my tweezers found the hard metal. I squeezed my eyes shut, my hands trembling as I pulled it free, holding it up under the moonlight. I panted, dropping it into the trashcan next to me.

“Everything okay in there?” Sam called from the other side of the blanket.

I immediately got started on my stitches so I didn’t lose anymore blood. I spit the towel out of my mouth and onto the floor. “Almost done.”

I heard Henriksen and Amici return from the back of the station. I peeked around the blanket, watching as they dropped armfuls of guns onto the table.

"Well, that’s nice. It’s not gonna do much good,” Dean said.

Amici furrowed his brows, gesturing to the weapons. “We got an arsenal here."

"You don’t poke a bear with BB gun. That’s just gonna make them mad."

Henriksen put his hands on his hips. "What do you need?"

"Salt. Lots and lots of salt,” Dean said. There was a beat of silence.

"Salt?"

"What, is there an echo in here?"

"There’s road salt in the storeroom,” Nancy said this time.

"Perfect. Perfect. We need salt at every window and every door."

I could hear two sets of feet leaving the room. I squinted in the dark, piercing the needle through my skin again. One stitch left. I quickly finished the last suture, tying the end of it into a knot. I let out a shaky breath, wiping the sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm. I pulled my jeans back on, wincing as the denim dragged across the fresh stitches.

I pulled the blanket down, limping to the table where Dean was standing next to Nancy, the two of them examining the blueprint of the building in front of them.

"Hey," Dean said, looking to me. He glanced down at my leg. "How you holding up?"

"Better," I said truthfully. I handed Nancy back the blanket and first aid kit. "You doing okay, Nancy?"

She tore her eyes from my bloody hands and looked up at me, nodding. "I'm okay. 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?"

I smiled softly at this. Behind me, Amici and Henriksen came back into the room, bags of salt in hand.

"Hey, where's my car?" Dean asked Amici.

"Impound lot out back," he said before pausing. "Wait. You’re not going out there?"

"Yeah, I gotta get something out of my trunk."

"Your funeral," Amici said.

I grabbed Dean by his arm. "Be careful."

Dean nodded once as I watched him jog toward the back of the station toward the impound lot. I grabbed one of the large bags of salt, helping Amici, Henriksen, and Nancy salt every door in window in the place.

As we finished up, I came to a stop beside Sam who stood from the devil's trap he had just finished spraying on the floor. "Do you think it'll be enough?"

Sam looked unsure. "It'll have to be."

The ground beneath our feet suddenly began to rumble, the streetlights outside flickering wildly. The back door Dean had left through just minutes ago was thrown open. He ran through it, full duffle bag slung over his shoulder, shouting, "They’re coming! Hurry!"

We all congregated into the offices. We could see the plume of black demonic smoke encircling the police station, blocking out every inch of light from the outside. The rumbling continued, shaking the floor beneath our feet. Tables were shaking, files and papers flying off of surfaces, coffee mugs shattering on the floor, and then suddenly, it was over. The smoke rolled away from the windows, the shaking stopped. My eyes darted over the windows, knowing that was just the beginning.

"Everybody okay?" Sam called out.

Henriksen slowly stood. “Define ‘okay’.”

Dean rifled through his duffle bag, pulling out a ziplock that contained necklaces made from dollar store yarn and an anti-possession amulet hanging off of it. He passed them out to Amici, Nancy and Henriksen. "Alright, everybody needs to put these on. They’ll keep you from being possessed."

"What about you guys?" Nancy asked as she slid hers over her head.

Sam and Dean pulled down the collars of their shirts to reveal the symbol we'd had tattooed. I rolled my eyes, pulling my collar down, too.

"Smart," Henriksen said. "How long you had those?"

I let go of my shirt. "Not long enough."

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I'd never felt more useless than sitting inside that station with no solid plan on how we were going to get these people to safety.

"Hey, that’s Jenna Rubner," Nancy said as she looked out the window to the growing group of demons outside. The woman stepped forward, her eyes black as coal.

"That’s not Jenna anymore," I said. It was important for her to know that upfront.

Nancy looked to me, "That’s where all that black demon smoke went?"

"Looks like."

There was a beat of silence before Henriksen spoke. He and Dean were sitting around a table, filling shotgun shells with the rock salt and loading them into the guns. "Shotgun shells full of salt."

"Whatever works," Dean said, pumping the gun.

"Fighting off monsters with condiments," Henriksen mumbled under his breath. "So. Turns out demons are real."

"FYI, ghosts are real too. So are werewolves, vampires, changelings, evil clowns that eat people," Sam listed.

Henriksen, to his own credit, was taking this news remarkably well. "Okay then."

"If it makes you feel better, Bigfoot’s a hoax."

"It doesn’t," he said. "How many demons?"

Dean raised his eyebrows, "Total? No clue. A lot."

Another beat of silence passed. Henriksen placed the shotgun on the bench beside him. "You know what my job is?"

"You mean besides locking up the good guys? I have no idea," I said.

"My job is boring, 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 fifteen years to nail a handful of guys and all this while, there’s something off in the corner so big. So yeah… sign me up for that big, frosty mug of wasting my damn life."

Dean watched him. "You didn't know."

"Now I do," Henriksen countered. "What’s out there? Can you guys beat it? Can you win?"

I wish I could confidently say we could. I looked to Sam, and then to Dean. "Honestly? I think the world’s gonna end bloody. But it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin’."

Henriksen nodded, "Plus you got nothing to go home to but each other."

Dean shrugged, "Yeah. What about you? You rockin’ the white picket fence?"

"Mmm-hmm. Empty apartment, string of angry ex-wives. I’m right where you are."

Dean raised his eyebrows at the irony of it all. "Imagine that."

The sound of shattering glass made the four of us look up toward one of the back offices. We raced toward the sound, rounding into the room. The window was shattered from the outside, glass littering the floor. But, that wasn't the only thing. I limped in behind them, side-stepping Sam. Henriksen held up his shotgun. "How do we kill her?"

"We don’t," Sam said, pushing Henriksen's gun down.

Henriksen looked at him, confused, "She’s a demon."

"She’s here to help us."

Ruby stood to her full height, her chest rising and falling heavily. Glass littered her hair, her face was bleeding. I glanced at the window, noticing the broken salt line. I groaned, looking to Dean who was just as annoyed to see Ruby as I was. We couldn't seem to shake her.

"Are you gonna let me out?" She asked Sam, referring to the devil's trap she had landed in. Sam leaned down, using the blade of his knife to scratch a line through the paint.

"And they say chivalry’s dead," she said as she brushed the glass from her hair and stepped out of the circle. "Does anyone have a breath mint? Some guts splattered in my mouth while I was killing my way in here." She brushed past us as she left the room, leaning against one of the desks.

"How many are out there?" Dean asked as we all followed her.

"Thirty at least. That’s so far."

"Oh, good. Thirty. Thirty hit men all gunning for us," I said. "Who sent them?"

Ruby narrowed her eyes, turning to look at Sam. "You didn’t tell them?" Dean and I furrowed our eyebrows, throwing Sam a questioning look. "Oh, I’m surprised."

"Tell us what?" Dean pressed, looking a Sam who was definitely guilty of something.

"Oh, don't act like he's the only one keeping secrets, Dean," Ruby scolded. I looked to Dean this time who clenched his jaw. My eyes bounced between him and Sam, suddenly feeling like an outsider.

"There’s a big new up and comer," Ruby said. "Real pied piper."

"Who is he?"

"Not he. Her," Ruby corrected. "Her name is Lilith, and she really, really wants Sam’s intestines on a stick. ‘Cause she sees him as competition."

I looked to Sam who hadn't said a word. "You knew about this?" I threw a look over my shoulder to Dean. "And what the hell are you not telling us?"

It was a momentary glance, one that I may have missed if I hadn't been paying attention. Dean's eyes flicked to Sam's before quickly coming back to mine. I looked over my shoulder to Sam. I realized it wasn't what Dean hadn't told Sam and I, it's what they were both keeping from me.

"How about the three of you talk about this later," Ruby said. My eyes lingered on the two of them. "We’ll need the Colt. Where’s the Colt?"

I tore my eyes from Dean's. "It got stolen."

Ruby stood up from the desk, a stunned look on her face. "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 scoffed. "Fantastic. This is just peachy…"

"Ruby…"

"Shut up!" She yelled at Sam. She took two deep breaths. When she spoke again, her voice was much lower. "Fine. Since I don’t see that there’s another option...there’s one other way I know how to get you out of here alive."

"What’s that?" Dean asked.

"I know a spell. It’ll vaporize every demon in a one-mile radius. Myself included. So, you let the Colt out of your sight and now I have to die. So next time, be more careful," she scolded. "How’s that for a dying wish?"

"What do we need to do?" Dean asked. I couldn't keep my mind from racing as I looked at him or Sam. I wanted to pry them for the truth but knew it wasn't the time.

Ruby leaned back against the desk again. "Aww…you can’t do anything. This spell is very specific. It calls for a person of virtue."

Dean raised his arms, "I got virtue."

"Nice try. You’re not a virgin."

Dean chuckled humorlessly, "Nobody’s a virgin." Ruby's eyes slowly made her way behind Dean to where Nancy stood against the wall, her arms crossed tight over her chest. Dean followed her gaze and wrinkled his eyebrows. "No. No way. You’re kidding me, r–. You’re…"

"What? It’s a choice, okay?" Nancy said defensively, not meeting anyone's surprised looks.

Dean raised his eyebrows in genuine shock. "So, y-you’ve never…not even once? I mean not even – Wow."

"So, this spell," Nancy started, changing the subject. "What can I do?"

Ruby sauntered toward her. "You can hold still...while I cut your heart out of your chest."

"What?-" Nancy breathed out.

"Are you crazy?" I said, eyes wide.

"I’m offering a solution."

"You’re offering to kill somebody!”

Ruby turned to me, "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 chimed in.

"Excuse me," Nancy said in a quite voice.

Ruby rolled her eyes. "Very noble."

"Ex– excuse me."

"You’re all gonna die! Look. This is the only way."

Dean shook his head, "There’s no way that you’re gonna—"

"Would everybody please shut up?!" Nancy shouted, the room falling into silence. "All the people out there…will it save them?"

"It’ll blow the demons out of their bodies. So if their bodies are okay...yeah," Ruby confirmed.

Nancy thought about it for only a second, "I’ll do it."

"Hell no," Henriksen interjected.

"All my friends are out there."

"We don't sacrifice people! We do that, we’re no better than them," Henriksen said. I glanced over my shoulder at him. I never thought I'd see the day where we saw eye to eye.

"We don’t have a choice," Ruby countered.

"Yeah, well, your choice is not a choice," I said.

Ruby looked across the room to the one person who hadn't spoken up yet. "Sam, you know I’m right."

"Sam?" I said, turning to him, ready for him to jump in at any second to save this girl from an unnecessarily gruesome end. However, Sam remained silent as if he were actually contemplating it. Anger and confusion boiled in my chest. "What the hell is going on? Sam, tell her!"

"It’s my decision," Nancy said.

Ruby smirked. "Damn straight, cherry pie."

"Stop! Stop! Nobody kill any virgins," Dean shouted. "Sam, I need to talk to you."

I followed behind them, limping quickly to keep up. Dean turned in the hallway, looking at him. "Please tell me you’re not actually considering this. We’re talking about holding down a girl and cutting out her heart."

"And we’re also talking about thirty people out there, Dean. Innocent people who are all gonna die, along with everyone in here."

I couldn't push away the memory of Yellow-Eyes' words in my head. What if what you brought back is not 100%, pure, Sam? "It doesn’t mean that we throw away the rule book and stop acting like humans! I’m not gonna let that demon kill some nice, sweet, innocent girl, who hasn’t even been laid." My chest was rising and falling quickly. "I mean, look, if that’s how you win wars, then I don’t want to win."

Sam looked to Dean as if for help to win this non-existent argument. Dean continued to watch Sam. "She's right. Nobody else, except those demons outside, are dying tonight."

Sam clenched his jaw. "Then what? What do we do?"

I opened and closed my mouth. It was a plan I hadn't exactly completely thought through, but it was the only one I kept coming back to. "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."

"What’s the plan?" Dean asked.

I wasn't sure if it was my deal hanging over my head, or the desperation to not have to rip out a girl's heart. I knew the plan was reckless, yet I couldn't find it in me to care. "Open the doors, let them all in, and we fight."

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"Get the equipment to work?" Dean asked as Sam came back into the room after he'd set up our quickly thrown together trap.

"Yeah."

"So?" I prodded.

"So this is insane," Sam muttered under his breath.

"You win 'understatement of the year'," Ruby said.

"Look, I get it, you think—"

"I don’t think…I know it’s not gonna work," she retorted, cutting Dean off. "So long, Winchesters."

Sam watched her. "So you’re just gonna leave?"

Ruby turned back abruptly. "Hey. I was gonna kill myself to help you win. I’m not gonna stand here and watch you lose. And I’m disappointed because I tried. I really did, but clearly I bet on the wrong horse." I glanced at Sam who was watching her with regret. "Do you mind letting me out?"

Sam followed Ruby as he led her to the front doors, breaking the salt line and scratching the devil's trap open. I looked to the rest of the group, nodding to them. It was time.

We took to our designated locations, strapped with rounds of rock salt. I stood in front of the double doors leading out to the impound lot, waiting for the signal.

"All set?" I heard Dean call out.

"Yeah!" Sam called, followed by Amici and Henriksen.

"Ready!" I called. I leaned down, using my blade to scratch a line out of the trap before using my foot to wipe the salt line away. I swung the doors open, throwing down the door stop. I sighed, glancing around the currently empty back alley. "Let’s do this."

I stepped back, my hands gripping the shotgun. It felt like forever before the first shot rang out through the station and then they kept on coming. I looked over my shoulder and when I looked back, two were already swarming the door ahead of me. I shot at both of them, knocking them backward and onto the ground. I forgot how goddamn fast demons were.

Another one sprinted into the hallway, I stumbled backward, shooting that one down too. Two more followed suit and then a whole herd of them. My heart sank, hearing the chaos already ensuing in the station behind me. We’re outnumbered, horribly outnumbered. I was able to shoot three of them down when my gun suddenly jammed. My eyes widened as the swarm of them got larger as they ran inside. One demon caught my eye, a burly man who ran straight at me, knocking the wind out of me as he tackled me to the floor. I gasped as he brought the shotgun up under my neck, pressing down hard and cutting off my airways. I groaned, trying to push against him but he was so much stronger than I was. I thought for sure he was going to kill me right there when a loud shot rang out and the man's body fell limp over me. I quickly pushed the demon off of me, coughing as I struggled to my feet. I looked at the end of the hall where Nancy stood, shotgun shaking in her hands.

"Thanks," I panted. She was obviously shaken. I took the gun from her. She was supposed to be outside, salting the doors to make sure no demon could escape. I lead her out to the alley, shoving the salt into her hands. "Trust me, it's safer out here. Go!"

She nodded quickly as I shut the door on her. Demons were now freely flowing into the station through the back door. From the looks of it, it seemed like none of us were able to control the flow of them. I ran as fast as I could toward the middle of the station where numerous fights had broken out. Dean had just blown away a demon coming straight for Henriksen, Amici shot down one rounding the corner from the cells. Sam was in a headlock of one. I quickly raised the gun, pumping the demon full of rock salt straight to the head. Sam stumbled forward, scooping up his gun and began shooting at surrounding targets.

I turned in a circle, shooting as many of them as I could. I felt at my chest where my strap of extra ammo was attached. I had been so mindlessly shooting before realizing I was completely out as a demon slid to a stop in front of me, smirking. I threw the gun aside, pulling out my holy water. I flung it at him, making his skin sizzle. It wouldn't kill him, but it would buy me some time. I looked around, realizing the rest of them were in the same boat I was.

The room suddenly became eerily quiet. I looked to my right where Sam and Dean stood. We were surrounded by demons. One of them in the back, the one Nancy had identified as once being Jenna Rupbner, stood. The demons parted, letting her through as she stopped in front of us. Quickly, she raised her hand, sending Sam, Dean and I flying through the air and connecting harshly with the brick wall behind us with a loud thud. The pressure on my chest holding me to the wall felt like it was going to break every bone in my body. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. I swore I could hear the brick crack behind me.

"Henriksen, now!" Dean shouted. Instantly, Sam's voice came over the station's loudspeakers. He was reciting an exorcism.

The demons instantly looked up in horror, grabbing at their ears as they screamed in pain as the tape continued. We watched as they scrambled, running to any window or door in an attempt to escape but it was no use. As the taped neared its end, black smoke filled the small station and one by one, the bodies fell to the floor. Still being pinned to the wall, we had no choice but to watch as the dark smoke cloud spun quickly above us, brief flashes of purple light like lightening filled the room. Suddenly, the smoke became orange, bursting in a ball of light as the tape ended. I turned my face away as best I could, only opening my eyes when the room fell into silence. Instantly, Sam, Dean and I dropped to the floor in a heap. I groaned, wincing at the pain. We slowly climbed to our feet as Henriksen came into the room, beat up, but alive.

Then, the electricity whirred back to life, illuminating the people on the ground that'd been possessed. They slowly began to stir, sitting upright. I let out a breath of relief.

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Nancy and Amici led the civilians outside to where an ambulance was parked, its red lights flashing. Henriksen came up to us, handing in his shotgun. "I better call in. Hell of a story I won’t be telling."

"So what are you gonna tell them?" Sam asked.

"The least ridiculous lie I can come up with in the next five minutes."

Dean laughed lightly. "Good luck with that. Not to pressure you or anything, but what are you planning to do about us?"

"I’m gonna kill you," Henriksen said. My eyebrows shot up. "Sam, Dean, and Ellie Winchester were in the chopper when it caught on fire. Nothing left. Can’t even identify them with dental records. Rest in peace, guys."

Agent Henriksen held out his hand for each of us to shake. I took it in mine. "Thank you."

He nodded once. "Now get out of here."

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While my body was ready to drop dead on my mattress, my mind was doing cartwheels as we entered the motel room. We'd barely set our things down before I turned to them, arms crossed. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Ellie," Dean began, shaking his head as he let his duffle bag drop to the floor at his feet.

"No," I dismissed quickly. Sam was sat at the end of our bed, watching us. "Now I don't know what the hell is going on here, with- with Sam keeping secrets between him and Ruby and- and both of you keeping secrets from me." I paused, my heart pounded. "I knew something was off. What the fuck is going on?"

A moment of silence passed before Dean spared a glance at Sam, a look I couldn’t quite place when suddenly, the scattered pieces of my brain clicked together in horrifying realization. My stomach plummeted into my shoes.

“What did you do?” I breathed out, narrowing my eyes at Dean. It was in the way he couldn’t meet my gaze, the way he opened his mouth but couldn’t find the words to say, did I find my answer.

I took another step toward him, anger, fear and pain bubbling in my chest as I suddenly reached out and pushed him backwards by his chest, unable to contain the gravity of the situation. “What did you do!?”

Dean stumbled back a few steps. Now he was finally looking me in the eyes. “It was my turn to do the saving for once.”

I recoiled at his words. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Demons weren’t too happy with me when they found out what I did…killing Yellow Eyes,” he said, his words intended to lighten the mood but his tone was strained. “I…I got you out of your deal, Ellie.”

I slowly began shaking my head in disbelief as my worst fears were confirmed. I felt tears welling up behind my eyes. “How could you?”

“What do you mean-”

“It’s supposed to be me,” I said, pointing to the middle of my chest. “I did this to save Sam not for someone else to take my place!”

“I did this to save you.”

“Maybe I didn’t want you to!” I shot back, my chest rising and falling quickly. But it was a lie. I didn’t want to die, but not if it meant someone else was going in my place and especially if it was him or Sam. I felt like I was spinning out of control, unable to grab onto anything.

I looked to Sam who was sitting quietly on the bed, his hands in his lap. I narrowed my eyes at him. Suddenly, every private conversation, every sideways glance between the two of them came rushing back. “Did you know about this?” He remained quiet. I knew the answer right then, but I wanted to hear it from him. “Did you know!?”

Sam looked up at me guiltily, “We were trying to protect you.”

I nodded in disbelief. I ran my hands through my hair, turning away from the two of them, willing my tears to stay at bay and failing miserably.

“I’m not sorry, Ellie,” Dean said. I turned back to him, willing my chin to stop trembling at the sight of my brother who had proven time and time again that he’d do absolutely anything for me. That didn’t change even now, in the face of death. “I couldn’t let you go…I couldn’t do it.”

“And now what?” I whispered. “What am I supposed to do without you?”

Dean’s eyes softened. He opened his mouth just as the door to the motel swung open followed by Ruby. "Turn on the news."

"Now is not the time, Ruby," Sam said. I quickly wiped my tears off my cheeks.

"You need to see this," she said, concern lacing her voice in a way I never heard before. I looked to her. She nodded toward the small tv set in the corner of the room. Sam hesitated before he reached behind him, grabbing the remote off the side table and switched it on. Immediately, the local news channel popped up.

BREAKING NEWS flashed across the screen. The reporter was standing in front of what looked like the scorched remains of a building. "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." I turned toward the tv, realizing the crumbled building was the police station. My heart sank. "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 across the screen. "Three fugitives in custody were also killed. We’ll continue to follow the story here at the scene, but for now, back to you, Jim." My grip tightened on my folded arms as Ruby clicked the TV off.

"Must have happened right after we left," Dean said.

"Considering the size of the blast," Ruby began, throwing each of us a small velvet pouch. "My money’s on Lilith."

I caught it before it could hit my chest. "What’s in these?"

"Something that’ll protect you. Throw Lilith off your trail…for the time being, at least."

"Thanks-" Sam began when Ruby cut him off.

"Don’t thank me. Lilith killed everyone. She slaughtered your precious little virgin, plus a half a dozen other people." She turned to me. "So after your big speech about humanity and war, turns out your plan? It was the one with the body count." I clenched my jaw, feeling a lump forming at the base of my throat again. “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. So next time…we go with my plan."

Ruby gave us one last look before she turned and left the motel room, slamming the door shut behind her.

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