Part 8: All That Resentment

Those eyes, black all over and so inhumanly flat, were always jarring for Dean and usually filled him with disgust. That was still true but so much more so when it was times like this and those eyes were looking out of a body Dean cared about. In reality Dean barely knew Leven but he knew he wanted the kid to live to become legal. For Leven's own sake. So he could leave high school things behind as quickly as possible and find whatever it was he really wanted out of life.

And no demon from Hell or otherwise was going to keep him from that.

Dean maintained a firm hold on Leven's shoulder and made to call out to the others. He had barely taken in that single anticipated breath before sudden pain shot throughout his chest as Leven—no, the thing inside of him, the damn demon—slammed an open palm into his solar plexus and sent Dean flying back into the auditorium. Dean was winded even before he hit the carpet hard on his back. He gasped for air, numb for a moment, but was then thankful as his senses came back to him that he didn't feel any broken ribs. His body was nothing if not resilient.

"Dean!" came Sam's voice first, then Sasha's, and even Cam's as the three of them rushed over to gather around where he had fallen. All Dean could think of right then was no, not him, don't gather around him. They needed to get to Leven! But it was going to be too late anyway, Dean knew, because by the time he could form words and force them from his mouth again the double doors were swinging back and forth and Leven was long gone.

"Le…Leven," Dean gasped past the painful blow and crumble to the floor, staring at the doors before turning to his companions.

The others didn't understand. They hadn't seen Leven; they only saw Dean's spectacular landing. "Leven?" Sam repeated, capable of exploding doors, levitating possessed teenagers, and reading minds for crying out loud, but he couldn't tell that Dean was trying to be urgent for a reason.

Sam was on Dean's left so Dean reached across with his right arm, grabbed Sam by the front of his shirts and yanked Sam down closer to his level. "The damn…shadow demon…went into Leven, you dip-shit," Dean managed to growl, "And he's probably…halfway to China by now. Help me up." Pain seared through Dean's chest as he lifted himself to a sitting position and then Cam and Sasha on either side of him hoisted him up by the arms. No broken ribs, but that hit was definitely going to leave a bruise.

"It went into Leven?" Sam was still catching up, the others left gaping and wide-eyed as that information sank in, "But I thought he had your…" Sam trailed as Dean held up the anti-possession charm he had once again picked up from the floor, having managed to hang onto it until his crash landing. "Oh."

"Yeah. Oh," Dean ground out, "Come on." Dean wasn't wasting any more time. He pushed past the others and hurried for the double doors, ignoring any remaining feelings of soreness or being winded.

Cam caught up to Dean first. "Leven? You're sure?" he asked, sounding somewhere between forlorn and frantic, "But he was just talking to us. He seemed fine."

They picked up the pace, rushing now, running down the hallways for the front of the building where they assumed Leven had gone to meet Wade. "Yeah, and I just threw myself twenty yards through the air. Backwards," Dean said with no cap on his sarcasm. He didn't even look at Cam as he and the others broke into a dead run. Leven was not coming into view. "It's Leven. No doubt. I gave him the ol' 'Christo' test run and the black on black eyes makes me think he didn't quite pass as much as we would hope. Shit. Shit. He trusted us to protect him, god damn it!"

"But you did," Sam insisted. They were all getting out of breath but they were almost to the front now. It was worth it if they could catch Wade before she drove off with her newly possessed little brother. Who knows if he had plans to just kill her when he got the chance. "You gave him the anti-possession charm, Dean," Sam went on, "I don't know what happened after that, if he dropped it or it got knocked away or what. But you did everything you could."

Dean was so sick of hearing that. He didn't reply to Sam and was infused with an even stronger sense of urgency when they reached the main doors to the building. They were locked now so once they sprinted out into the night they wouldn't be able to get back in. By normal means anyway.

Dean doubted that was going to be a problem, however, considering he nearly slammed the door he was exiting into Wade Taylor's face. She jumped back just in time, her hand still raised as though she had been about to knock on the glass.

"Holy Hell," Wade exclaimed, raising both arms and gaping at the four men that pretty much toppled over onto each other inside the now open doorway, "What the hell are you guys doing? Coz if it was some kind of chivalry thing about who could open the door for me first, I'm not quite that helpless. Not that I believe in that whole chivalry is dead thing because frankly it'd be nice if doors always opened—"

"Wade," Cam broke in, serious as he could manage as he attempted to push past the others and reach his more or less girlfriend. He was the only one outside with her then, the others untangling themselves and being sure to keep the door open. Dean recognized that he was pretty much leaning almost all the way out of the door and he couldn't help scanning the parking lot. "Did Leven come out to you?" Cam asked Wade, "Where is he? Did you see him?"

Cam continued with a few more like strings of questioning but Wade was having none of it and quickly pressed a finger to his lips. "Honey. Breathe," she said, silencing him, "No, I haven't seen Evelyn. Why do you think I'm coming into the school? I was wondering what was keeping him. I thought I passed an ambulance on the way. Was there another death? Oh, god, it wasn't Evie, was it?" Suddenly, she looked stricken, as broken from her serious, take-no-shit exterior as Dean had ever seen.

"No," Sam supplied, "But it might be worse." Leaving that brutally honest truth hanging, Sam put a hand on both Dean and Sasha's arms to grab their attention. "He's still in the building. Has to be. He knows he can't risk going home. We'd find him there. Besides, he has to kill either Tina or Jennifer. And it has to be here." Sam turned on his heels and headed back inside the building.

No more needed to be said to Dean, much as he had questions, and he and Sasha immediately followed. It didn't take long for Cam and Wade to push their way into the building after them. "Tina and Jennifer? Those two sophomore friends of his?" Wade pressed, hot on Sam's trail and getting right up into his face—much as she was over a foot shorter than him, "And what do you mean kill? What's going on?" Wade was understandably frantic.

Sam stopped in the middle of the main school hallway, looking down one end and then the other. He ignored Wade, taking a moment to close his eyes and concentrate. Dean knew what his brother had to be doing—trying to sense Leven or the demon somehow—but how his brother could tune out the incessant questioning and increasingly higher pitched voice of a distressed older sister was truly amazing.

"Answer me!" Wade finally shrieked.

Sam's eyes opened. "Nothing. I can't feel him anywhere. I'm just not on the same wavelength as this thing." Sam turned his head to Wade and said very clearly, "We found what's been killing the kids. It's some kind of demon, supped up and extremely powerful. And right now it's inside your brother. If we don't find it before school starts tomorrow then it's going to kill Tina or Jennifer, whichever it gets to first, and if that happens the demon will be strong enough to claim its final host. Leven."

"What?" Sasha and Cam said almost simultaneously. Dean had already assumed that much when he first found the charm on the floor and approached Leven thinking of that tarot reading. If Leven was supposed to be the climax of all this then being totally taken over by a demon certainly was climactic.

"How are we supposed to track it if you can't sense it, Sammy?" Dean started right in. They didn't have time for Wade to play catch-up or for any of them to freak out. They had to save the kid at all costs and they only had twelve hours to do it. If this thing was hiding out in the school until morning then it would be almost impossible to find by normal means.

"It knows it's safe in Leven's body. It knows we won't want to risk hurting him," Sam said, "Using holy water could hurt Leven just as much as the demon, we know that now after seeing what happened to Tina. It might be cocky enough that it will play with us a little instead of just hiding. We could give the school a quick sweep and see if it makes a move."

"And if it doesn't?" This was Sasha now, more inclined to leave panic behind since he was just as much a trained hunter as Sam and Dean. Wade and Cam, on the other hand, looked pale and shaken.

There was silence for a moment while Sam tried to think of some alternative to using his powers or just wandering aimlessly about the school until they got lucky.

Dean had a better idea.

"Hey," he snapped his fingers at Sasha, "You know that summoning spell we used in Danville for Marisol's hex bag? I know summoning demons usually takes a bit more than your average runes and incantations but then…this thing isn't your average demon. Might be worth a try. We summon it, do that whole 'make it manifest' spell quick enough, we could get this thing outta Leven and banish it no problem. Better than having to chase it down through the whole school. We'd have to set up devil's traps at every corner. Already have that one on the stage they're gonna be wondering about." Huh. Dean had almost forgotten about that with everything that had been going on. Maybe Mrs. Larson could incorporate it into the musical somehow.

Sam had regained his right as journal carrier after last night and quickly took it out of his jacket pocket to begin leafing through the pages. "Which summoning spell was that again?"

They tried to convince Wade to go home, that it just wasn't safe for a moderately powered psychic once things got into full-blown hunt mode. Dean almost didn't want Cam sticking around either. As handy as that super-strength often was, the demon inside Leven was far stronger, faster, and an all around pain in the ass. Sam, Dean, and Sasha were really going to have to take the lead as experienced hunters, especially since in the end both Cam and Wade remained part of the party.

The problem with the summoning spell was that it only encompassed a downward radius. Basically, they had to pick the most likely building, go to the roof, do the ritual, and hope they had chosen the right one. The largest main building that included the auditorium seemed almost a sure thing, since all of the deaths had happened at least somewhere in the vicinity. They made quick work of getting to the top of that roof—the same one Leven ate lunch on—and were armed with the already opened can of black paint.

With Marisol they had needed all of the people who had seen the ghost within the last twenty-four hours for the summoning to work. They hoped that using the most recent people to have seen Leven would be close enough and were pretty sure that Dean would be enough on his own.

Wade helped Sam with altering the spell, proving to be a lot more useful than just a tarot reader. She was no true Wiccan or witch but she knew her stuff. Dean and Sasha painted the runes, having done so not all that long ago in California. Cam's job was to keep an eye on the staircase in case the demon decided it wasn't going to play by their rules.

Another drawback to this plan was that since they were using runes to summon the demon they couldn't also paint a devil's trap. The demon would have free reign until they did the spell to manifest it out of Leven's body. A circle of salt could potentially keep it captive but there was no guarantee. They considered painting devil's traps around the runes but didn't want to risk Sam, Cam, or Sasha getting stuck in one of them during a fight. They didn't bother explaining all that to Wade, but Dean was fairly certain that she, like her brother, would eventually find out that her boyfriend and friends weren't all human.

Unless they got really lucky and everything worked out exactly as planned. Coz that happened to them so often.

"We have over an hour," Sam explained after he and Wade were satisfied with the changes they had made to the incantation. Dean and Sasha were almost finished painting. "If we wait until 11:11 there's a better chance this will work. Using the synchronicity time might help boost the spell, especially since we're dealing with something of fae and not just demonic origins."

Personally, Dean had never bought into that whole '11:11' thing, but it was a much more common time for spells and mystical happenings than the Hollywood midnight. Dean glanced at his watch. It wasn't even ten o'clock yet. "Great," he said to his brother, "And in the meantime?"

Sam shrugged. "We wait. Go over the plan as much as possible. Make sure there aren't any holes."

Next to Sam, Wade was hugging herself as if she was freezing even though her fur-lined coat looked warm enough. Dean was impressed with how well she was able to look calm and collected when he recognized the ship-at-sea turmoil in her eyes only too easily. "Hey, Wade," Dean called to her, "Why don't you let Cam know the plan? He's been down the stairs awhile now. Be good to check on him." Dean could tell she needed some comfort and Cam knew her better than they did. She seemed the type that never accepted comfort but took it when and how she needed it. Those types usually needed a little nudge.

Wade didn't say anything but nodded amidst her shivering and immediately headed for the roof door. They didn't even know for sure if Leven was still on the school grounds, but it was the most logical thing. Better to keep busy and try and pass the time doing something other than worry, impossible as that was.

The last part of the painted symbols was Sasha's and he finished with a final, smooth stroke of his brush. They were finished.

"Someone should run down and get the rock salt out of the car," Sasha suggested, wiping his brow. He had worked up a small sweat despite the cold. "I'm still not sure a salt line will work on this thing the same as with a normal demon, but it's worth a try."

"Good idea," Sam agreed. He was still pouring over John's journal and the notes he and Wade had made in the back of the newly written incantation.

"I'll go," Sasha volunteered. He walked up to the edge of the roof and peered off. The Impala was visible, alone and rather stark in the now empty parking lot. "Maybe I should move her. Take away a little suspicion. I'd just fly down but I think Wade might wonder how I got down the steps without her seeing me if she beats me back." Sasha grinned, trying to look coy and lighten the mood as he held a hand out towards Dean. "May I have the honor of the keys, oh lord of the stick shift," he said with a waggled eyebrow.

It had the desired effect because Dean couldn't help grinning as he fished for the keys. He didn't like the idea of any of them going somewhere alone, but they would be able to see Sasha from the roof at least.

Sam, however, made a disgruntled face.

"I so didn't need that mental picture," he grumbled.

Dean just laughed and tossed the keys into Sasha's waiting hand. "Be quick, okay, Casanova?" Dean said. He had a bad feeling about pretty much everything right now. He was impatient by nature but not knowing where Leven was or what the demon inside him was planning made it all a lot worse.

Sasha smiled and left through the roof door, leaving Dean and Sam alone. Dean passed an appraising eye over their work so far. As far as he could tell the runes looked identical to the ones they used in Danville. If the salt line worked they might just be able to pull this off.

By the time Dean looked over at his brother the journal had disappeared, presumably replaced back inside Sam's coat, and Sam was staring out off the roof at the Pittsburgh skyline. Dean had done the same thing yesterday and in almost the exact same spot. He wondered if he had looked as still and thoughtful as Sam looked now, but somehow he doubted it.

Suddenly, Dean was brought back to the night before and he could feel Sasha close and tight behind him as he glanced up and found Sam gazing longingly at what he and Sasha had and at what Sam himself had lost. It boiled in Dean's gut like acid because as far back as he could remember Sam had never looked at him like that. Dean knew how much Sam still mourned for Jess and it wasn't fair. It wasn't.

Whether it was the right or wrong time to bring it up, they had over an hour to kill and Dean could not stop the slow tread of his feet towards his brother. He knew the exact moment when Sam became aware of how close they were beside each other. Senses like that between them had never been supernatural.

Nerves blossomed in Dean's chest and shot down into his hands, tingling through his fingertips. He could feel the question rising to his lips. All he needed to do was open his mouth and speak it.

"Dean…do you resent me?"

For a second Dean honestly wondered if he had actually just said that but for whatever reason had forgotten that he and his brother did not share the same name. Realizing how ridiculous that was, Dean turned to Sam a little shocked. "What? What are you talking about?" Did Sam somehow know that Dean had been about to say the same thing? It really wouldn't be all that surprising if he did.

"Do you resent me?" Sam said again, soft but clear and without faltering. Slowly, Sam turned his head to look at Dean directly. "I lied before. That my…accidental peek inside your head was when you were thinking about hunt stuff. You weren't."

Crap. That didn't bode well. Dean tried to remain unmoved as he swallowed back his anxiety and said, "Then…what did you see?" Resentment wasn't what Dean worried about Sam finding, but there were plenty of other horrible things rattling around Dean's brain that were much worse.

Sam didn't turn away when he answered, not like Dean expected. Brown-green eyes stared straight into his. "You're scared, Dean," Sam said simply, "Something you've admitted, which isn't like you at all. But even when you're scared of me…you never doubt me. You never doubt that I'm stronger than what's inside of me."

"And…this is a bad thing?" Dean still didn't see how any of that added up to resentment, pleased as he was that Sam hadn't said anything about Dean's nightmares.

"Do you remember that first shapeshifter we fought?" Sam said without answering Dean's question, "The one who made himself look like you?"

How could Dean forget? "With excruciating detail. Why?"

Sam turned to look out over the city again. "He…was able to tap into your head. Into your thoughts. Your memories," Sam admitted, "That's how he tried to trick me, how he almost did, because…he was so completely you. And there were…things he said…"

"Sammy," Dean sighed. Back then Dean had expected this conversation at some point, and they had had variations of it from time to time, but Dean had thought it was all behind them now. "That was two years ago, man. We're not the same people—"

"I know," Sam cut in, "We're so far removed from the way we were then sometimes I barely recognize us." Sam didn't mean that as a jab at Dean but he certainly didn't seem to mean it very kindly towards himself. "I didn't see resentment, Dean. I don't…feel it from you now. But I wonder…sometimes…about the things he said to me. With your voice. Your feelings."

"Sam…"

"I got to have four years of a normal life and you didn't."

"Yeah," Dean huffed, "And then you had it all ripped out of your hands when I showed up to ruin everything." Dean said that bitterly, unexpectedly, and immediately regretted revealing it when Sam turned to him with puppy eyes drowning in pain.

"You…you don't think of it like that, do you?" Sam asked, heartbroken as a ten-year-old.

Dean didn't have anything to say in his defense. He just stared down at his hands resting on the high ledge of the roof.

"Dean," Sam called to him in that pitiable tone Dean heard so often it choked him. He could feel Sam's eyes glued to the side of his face. "The thing that happened? Jess? That wasn't because of you. It would have happened anyway. Because of me. Because the Yellow-Eyed Demon wanted me. You can't blame yourself for everything bad that happens to the people around you."

A part of Dean wanted to say "Why not?" because he couldn't help thinking things were his fault when it was always the people around him who got hurt or killed or worse. He was supposed to protect Sam. And Sasha. And Leven…

"Dean, the only thing that's made it possible for me to keep doing this, to keep living and hunting and trying to help people despite everything that's happened to me…and everything…I am, is having you here with me. Do you think I want to save you from Hell because of guilt or obligation? Coz ya know, every once in a while…your company's not so bad either."

Dean could hear the smile in those final words. He could hear the playfulness that would almost be entirely genuine if it wasn't accompanied by so much sorrow.

The truth was Dean didn't hate chick flick moments because he thought guys who cried and got over-emotional were weak. He hated them because they made him look too much at himself, and as handsome as he knew he was, Dean Winchester had never been fond of his reflection.

"I saw you," Dean breathed, unconsciously turning the silver ring round and round his ring finger, "Last night. When we were…making fools of ourselves dancing, I saw you. You shouldn't ever…look at me like that. Wishing you were me. You shouldn't have to do that."

A sharp intake of breath indicated that Sam had not realized he had been caught until that moment.

"You ask if I resent you," Dean went on, finally mustering the courage to glance at Sam with a sideways flit of his eyes, "Maybe I did once. Maybe I wished I could stand up to Dad like you did and live my life instead of the one he wanted for me. But none of that matters anymore. It's you and me, Sammy. You and me. I wouldn't want it any other way. So if I'm not resenting you…then I don't want it going the other way either. I'm going to Hell, dude. It can't be healthy to wish you were me." Dean tried to smile, to find some humor the way Sam had, but he was pretty sure the expression came off as more of a grimace.

Then Sam was suddenly smiling wide enough for both of them, real and not at all pitying. "I don't resent you, Dean," he said, "Not for Sasha. How could I? He's wonderful and perfect for you and I love him. He's probably the only friend I've had outside of you and college since…ever. I can't deny that I…miss Jess," Sam said and Dean thought his brother's lip quivered a little when he said her name that time, "I miss having…what you and Sasha have. But you're not what I resent."

Dean's brow furrowed, confused by what Sam meant, but he knew his brother was going to explain.

"This life," Sam continued, slouched against the side of the ledge but still so tall, so sturdy, "Doing what we do—fighting demons, saving people, being hunters. It took the love of my life away from me. And gave you yours." Sam smiled as he said that but Dean felt the words like the worst kind of blow. "The thing is, I think we're still disgustingly equal, Dean. No short straw for just one of us. I had Jess and lost her. You have Sasha…but with a time limit. So no, Dean, I don't resent you. I resent that."

The part of Dean's heart that had sunk into his stomach when he saw Leven with those black eyes was suddenly joined by the rest of it. He looked up fully finally and his eyes became entrapped by Sam's, by all that forlorn love and indignancy. Dean wanted to wipe it all away so that only the love would be left, the way it had been so briefly when Sam was little.

But someone, somewhere decided long ago that neither of them was worthy of that.

"We are a couple of sorry fucks, ya know that?" Dean tried to grin.

It was amazing how Sam's dimples showed even when the smile was fake. "Yep," he laughed falsely, "Must run in the family."

God damn it. Suddenly, Dean just wanted to cry. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Sam deserved better. He deserved better.

They had to make it better.

"Dean! Sam!"

Sasha. Dean was instantly alert. He turned his head towards Sasha's voice by the door and barely had time to register how urgent that voice sounded before the urgent body that went with it came rushing towards them.

"Cam and Wade!" Sasha called as he reached them, the canister of rock salt falling from his hand with a clank on the cement roof, "They're not up here? They're not down the stairs. I didn't see them anywhere. They were there when I went down." Sasha glanced frantically about the roof.

"Just calm down, man," Dean said, holding Sasha steady by the shoulders. At least Sasha had been fast about running to the car, moving it, and grabbing the rock salt. If something had happened then at least they hadn't lost much time. "Maybe they went to check something. Maybe Wade had to pee," Dean tried to joke, "Don't get carried away til we're sure. Try Cam's cell." Dean was thankful that one of the first things they had done was exchange numbers.

Sasha nodded shakily and dug for his phone. It wasn't like him to lose his cool so easily but then he had already lost Cam once. He bounced impatiently as the phone rang. Finally, it must have picked up because Sasha said, "Thank god," with relief rushing to his face, "Where are you guys? I almost had a heart attack."

Dean watched as Sasha listened and the incubus' face went immediately blank with horror. Sam and Dean were at Sasha's side the next second, craning their heads to better hear the other end of the line.

The chill that ran down Dean's spine as he listened reminded him unfairly of Kubrick and when the older hunter had called them on Sasha's phone to taunt them and goad them into falling for his trap. Only this time the voice Dean heard was young and full of life that Dean did not want to see taken.

"Let's play a game," said the demon with Leven's voice, "Let's see if you can find them. Find them. Find me. I'll even make it easy for you. I've always wanted to play with hunters." The demon laughed and made the chill running down Dean's spine sharpen. The line went dead.

Sasha's arm dropped with the phone still clenched in his hand. He looked unnaturally pale even for him. "What were we thinking?" he said deploringly, "Assuming he would lie low instead of attacking? We should have been more careful. We shouldn't have split up. I'm supposed to be looking out for Cam not getting him killed."

Great. Like what they needed were more thoughts like that. "Okay, you're gonna knock that off right now," Dean said sharply to the incubus, "Because we don't have time to go kicking ourselves for things we can't change. It made sense that the demon wouldn't risk coming after us because we're not what it wants."

"But now it is…" Sam said softly.

"Yeah," Dean rolled his eyes, "I get that it's coming after us now, but—"

"No," Sam broke in, grabbing Dean's arm a little too tightly, "Now it is. Why? Why is it coming after us now? It must have sensed the runes and figured out the spell we're going to try. It's worried. That's the only logical reason it would take a risk like this."

"So then the spell will probably work," Sasha said hopefully.

Sam nodded. "Someone should stay behind and guard the site, wait for 11:11 and make sure the spell gets done. The others can look for Cam and Wade."

"No," Dean said without hesitation, "This thing kicked the crap out of us when we had Cam with us too. If we're going after Cam and Wade then we all go."

"We have to go after them," Sasha said, as if he thought that 'if' meant Dean wanted to just leave the pair up for dead, "We can't just leave them to this thing."

"I get that," Sam said slowly and then looked to Dean again, "But we also can't just—"

"Sam." Dean took some pride in how he was just as good as Sam at sounding like Dad when times got too rough to be nice. "If we split someone is going to get killed. Once we know Cam and Wade are okay then one of can make a break for it back here. Only then. And if you even think of trying to mojo me into changing my mind, I swear to God," Dean growled when Sam made to open his mouth, "All of us. Are going. Now." Dean pushed Sam and Sasha for the door and stomped after them.

There was a gun tucked into Dean's jeans like always but it was the last thing he wanted to go for right now. He knew this was a bad situation, that they were getting pulled onto the demon's playing field and on his terms, but Dean Winchester did not leave people behind. And he sure as hell knew by now that splitting up was almost never a good idea.

"And another thing. Cam is not your responsibility," Dean grumbled after Sasha as they rushed down the steps from the roof, "He's a big boy. He can take care of himself."

There was an unexpected laugh that tumbled out of Sasha's throat. "Say that into the mirror next time and maybe I'll listen to you," Sasha shot back. Dean didn't get the chance to respond to that before they burst out into the main hallway and Sasha darted maybe three yards one direction and then turned back around. "Where do we even start?" he said, throwing his arms wide.

"He said he'd make it easy…" Sam said, trailing off into thought. His eyes suddenly darted to Sasha's and then Dean's. "The auditorium. That's the heart of everything. The show. Most of the deaths. Where we fought it the first time."

Sam had barely finished saying all that before Sasha turned and sprinted down the hallway. Dean had the sinking feeling that he was going to have to remind Sasha—again—that they were supposed to be a team.

"Sasha!" Sam called as he and Dean raced after the incubus, obviously thinking along the same lines. Sam caught Sasha by the wrist and forced him to stop. "A plan might be a good idea." Sam was struggling not to sound pissed.

Thankfully, Sasha allowed himself to be held in place. He looked at Sam, saw the concern and frustration there and then turned to find an eerily similar expression on Dean. Sasha's fierce face instantly crumbled. "I'm sorry. God, I…I'm running off again, I know. But it's just…it's Cam, and…and if anything happened to him because of me, because I wasn't there to…" Sasha was clearly having trouble explaining himself, much as he knew he was in the wrong.

Dean understood. Dean knew exactly why Sasha was freaking out. This hunt had brought back memories for Dean of Indiana and now it was bringing some back for Sasha too. Memories of not being able to do anything until it was too late. Memories of not being there when he was needed by someone he loved.

They were the very last things Dean wanted Sasha thinking.

"We do this together," Dean said as tenderly as he could manage with how hot all of their adrenaline was pumping, "And Sammy's right. We need a plan."

Dean hated this plan. He really—REALLY—hated this plan. Mainly because said plan involved sneaking in the back way up to the catwalk to hopefully get a bird's eyes view of the situation without getting caught. Dean wouldn't normally mind. He really wouldn't. If he hadn't fallen from that same height once today already.

Slowly and as quietly as possible, Sam, Dean, and lastly Sasha crawled on hands and knees out onto the catwalk. Dean was reminded of one of his favorite—thought maybe not admittedly—80's movies, Adventures in Babysitting. He remembered how hot he had thought Elizabeth Shue was. Plus Thor was awesome. Of course the part of the movie where the characters crawled precariously over a dangerous situation hadn't turned out so well for the kids.

"There," Sam whispered once they were a good ways out. Dean really didn't want to look down but he knew he had to. Peering over the edge of the catwalk he could see the whole expanse of the stage. Below them far on stage right Cam and Wade were lying presumably unconscious in the middle of the devil's trap Dean had made earlier. Dean couldn't tell from this high if they were breathing.

"No Leven," Dean whispered to his companions.

"That would spoil the trap," Sasha whispered back.

Sam turned his head to look back at them both. "We can't forget that someone had to have summoned this shadow demon originally. They might be here too. But since all we can do is go with what we know, I say we drop down, free Cam and Wade, Sasha, you carry them as fast and as far as you can, and Dean and I can make a break for the roof."

Yeah, coz that sounded feasible. "What do you mean 'drop down'?" Dean hissed.

The smirk that curled about Sam's lips tried to be sinister, but it was Sammy, purely Sammy, so it just didn't work. Until he spoke. "You got him. Right, Sasha?" Sam said to the redhead behind Dean and then suddenly Sam stood and literally dropped right off the catwalk.

Dean would have called out if he didn't have claws grabbing around his waist all of a sudden. Dean could grow to like flying with Sasha, he honestly believed that, but he needed preparation. Sasha diving off the catwalk after Sam was not preparation!

Sasha's clawed feet crunched down into the stage floor at the exact moment Sam landed uninjured in a far too easy crouch beside them. He then stood up straight again as if he hadn't just jumped a couple stories down. "Cool," Sasha said appraisingly, quickly changing back to human in case Wade woke up.

Sam had the nerve to just smile and give an offhanded shrug.

No matter what Sam was capable of he would always be first and foremost Dean Winchester's little brother. Something Dean hoped he drove home by walking up to Sam and smacking him upside the head.

"You are so making a new list when we get back to the hotel," Dean commanded. He wanted to keep up to date on what his freaky brother could do. All this spontaneous 'look what I can do' was getting irritating.

There was still no sign of Leven, which they knew better than to think was a good thing, but they still went straight for the devil's trap. Dean could tell easily now that both Cam and Wade were breathing and alive. Of course it was up to him to break the seal so they could get Cam out and actually help them.

But they were too slow, because Dean hadn't even gotten the chance to kick his foot through the newly dried paint before he felt sudden stinging pain strike his calf. Dean cried out and fell surprised to his knees, instantly putting Sam and Sasha on higher alert. It felt like two tiny little bullets had just imbedded into Dean's skin. Reaching back Dean was able to grasp and painfully pull out the industrial sized staple he had just been shot with.

"Sonuvabitch!" Dean ground out, "Kid's armed himself with a fucking staple gun!"

A giggle rose up from somewhere amongst the rows of seats. Sam and Sasha both instinctively reached for their guns.

"No!" Dean cried out, getting back up to his feet and chucking the staple angrily to the stage floor, "If we shoot the thing it'll do shit other than kill Leven." Even as Dean said that another staple shot into his left arm. "God damn it!" he cursed as he ripped the new one out again. What did this thing have against him anyway?"

"He's there!" Sasha shouted and just as quickly morphed into an incubus again and leapt from the stage into the seats.

"Wait!" Dean called after him.

"Dean," Sam said, grabbing Dean's arm yet again tonight, "Get Cam and Wade out of here and get back to the roof." Sam took the journal from his coat and pushed it into Dean's hands. Then he too turned and leapt off the stage.

Dean yelled after them both again but he knew it was useless with those two martyrs. They never listened to him. He could see them both darting through the many seats, trying to get another visual on Leven, but the kid was fast now. Faster than both of them.

When Dean turned back to the devil's trap, journal safely tucked into his own jacket again, he almost immediately felt a staple strike him in the back of the neck. It burned like bursting a blood vessel or a nerve and Dean almost swayed. Damn pressure points. He ripped the thing out and tossed this one to the floor as well.

A groan alerted Dean back to the devil's trap. Cam was waking up. Dean dropped to his knees just outside of it. "Dude, you alright?" he said, taking out his ankle blade so he could scratch a line through the outer circle and break the seal of the trap.

Cam blinked up at Dean, confused as he came to. Then he spotted Wade next to him. "Wade!" he called, sitting up and shaking the girl. She wouldn't rise. "Oh god, Leven," Cam went on, "All of it. Dean, we have to—" Cam's eyes shot wide when he turned to Dean again, "Dean!"

That was more than enough warning for a Winchester. Dean immediately rolled to the side, the devil's trap left still in tact, and managed to miss having the staple gun come down hard on his head. Instead it struck the floor.

Leven huffed in annoyance and left the staple gun where it was, approaching Dean with sure, steady steps. His expression was pure driven confidence.

Dean risked a glance out at the seats and was relieved to see that Sam and Sasha were still conscious and trying to reach him. He looked back to Leven then and scrambled to his feet. He had his ankle blade in his hand but he didn't want to use it. "So…thought you'd take a better model for a ride this time, huh? I don't think he suits you," Dean stalled for time. Sam and Sasha might be able to hold him if they got their hands on him at the same time.

"Mm? I think it's a perfect fit," the demon grinned. Leven's voice sounded wrong like that, Dean thought. He didn't know what was different with it really or why it bothered him, but it was just wrong. "You might be fun to keep around," the demon said, "Maybe I won't kill you. The others made him weak, but you…" black eyes flicked over Dean's body and the demon licked its lips, "I can see why he likes you."

Okay, Dean had had way too much evil underage flirting directed at him for it to be kosher. "Sorry, but I only fuck demons who own their own body," Dean snarked. Though he was curious about something else. "You said others?" he said, "You mean the others you killed? What do you mean they made Leven weak?" Dean and the demon were circling each other now. Even the movements of the kid's body were different with that thing in control.

It grinned wider, uncaring when Sam and Sasha joined Dean on the stage again. "Who gets killed on the way to the final conquest doesn't really matter," he said, "It could have been anyone as long as the pattern stayed the same." The demon raised its head as if looking down its nose at them all. "Leven didn't need those frivolous friends and well-wishers. He only needed me."

"You mean…the master who summoned you didn't tell you who to kill?" Sam questioned.

Another loud, eerie laugh left the demon. It looked equally amused and disappointed in all of them. "Not too bright…are you?" And then it charged straight for them. Then right before reaching them he leapt into the air above their heads, flipping acrobatically to land behind them. That dancer body had to be of some help there.

By the time Dean turned Sasha had already been struck, a good swift kick that knocked the incubus off the edge of the stage into the pit. Dean used that moment of distraction to fire his own kick into Leven's hip, knocking him close enough to Sam for him to give the kid a good crack of a punch across the jaw and the demon went down. Leven was going to be sore tomorrow but if they did this right then at least he would still be alive.

The 'doing this right' was the hard part though. Suddenly, Dean found himself flat on his ass after Leven gave a good kick at his shins. The demon managed the same with Sam only aimed lower so that the giant of a Winchester fell forward right on top of him. This seemed to be what the demon wanted. He wrapped his arms around Sam's waist and squeezed the larger man's ribs so tight that Dean heard Sam gasp. With Sam winded Leven was able to extract the gun from the back of Sam's jeans and effortlessly lift Sam off of him and throw him into the pit at Sasha who had just then started to fly back out of it.

This was going all kinds of wrong. Leven was up and the gun was cocked and pointed at Dean before Dean had even managed to get up onto his hands and knees. "Leven…" Dean said even though he knew he was dealing with something else entirely.

The demon seemed to like Dean calling him that. "Not yet," he said, "But soon…I will be. With the kind of power in this group maybe killing all of you would be enough to skip taking one of those little girls as my finale. Should we find out?" The tone was cruelly playful as Leven aimed the gun at Dean and then slowly arched his arm to re-aim steadily on Cam. Wade was still unconscious beside him and Cam looked so frozen inside the trap he couldn't leave. So helpless. Never before had the incubus looked quite as normal and human.

"Lev—"

"Doesn't live here anymore," the demon finished. He pulled the trigger back.

Dean couldn't remember if Sam had iron rounds on him or not, but he couldn't take the risk of guessing wrong. He was close enough and, after all, his life was forfeit anyway. Dean jumped to his feet and dove.

The bullet hit Dean's left shoulder with a crack as it struck bone and Dean's whole arm went numb. At least it wasn't the other shoulder again, Dean thought wryly, fighting through the shock of impact. It was a shoulder shot. He'd live.

"Dean!" Cam was calling and suddenly there were hands pressing into his wound. Dean must have fallen into the devil's trap.

Regardless, Dean swatted Cam away from him. There wasn't time. "Told ya I…owed you," he said, and looked up just in time to see that Sasha had flown both him and Sam out of the pit and they were descending upon Leven. They wouldn't be able to hold him for long though.

Forcing himself back to alertness, Dean grabbed Cam with his good hand and pushed the incubus out of the devil's trap while his body was still breaking the circle by lying over it. He did the same with the still unconscious Wade, though more gently, so that Cam would be able to tend to her. She had a pretty nasty looking bump on her head and probably had a concussion.

None of that mattered now. Dean got to his feet. "Take care of her," he said to Cam, and then he bolted, straight to the left for the ramp that led off the stage and aiming for those double doors and the empty hallway beyond that led all the way to the roof. It was about the time Dean reached those double doors that he heard Leven's voice scream after him.

Dean's shoulder burned now where the bullet had struck but he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop for anything. It wasn't even close to 11:11 but the damn incantation had to work.

About halfway to the stairs up to the roof Dean began to hear rushing footsteps following him. He was willing to bet that it wasn't a friendly follower either. There was no looking back. Dean raced the rest of the way down the hallway, up the stairs to the roof, threw open the door…and remembered that they had never actually made the fucking circle of salt! Shit!

Dean couldn't possibly make the circle of salt around the runes and summon Leven into it before the real thing came bursting through the door behind him. He needed to think.

But he wasn't given the luxury. Suddenly, the door to the roof flew open behind Dean with enough force that it burst from its hinges and landed on top of Dean, crushing him down into the cement. Air pushed out of Dean's lungs and his shoulder throbbed. All was made worse too when the demon walking in Leven's skin purposely stepped out onto the roof by walking on top of the door. He crouched right at the end so that he could bring his lips—Leven's lips—close to Dean's ear.

"Silly man," the demon whispered, "You are not prepared to face me."

Fury burned in Dean's chest at the smugness of this damn thing. Sure it was fast, fast enough that it had easily overtaken being chased by Sasha or Sam, but Dean wouldn't give up just because he was down. He pushed up with his back and was able to at least unbalance Leven off to the side and slide out from underneath the door. The demon allowed this but only so it could better grab Dean by the throat once he was free. He lifted Dean up into the air.

It was strange and horrible to be held like a ragdoll by someone with the appearance of seventeen, so thin and willowy looking. Dean hated it. He hated that it was Leven's body doing these things. Although he hated how the demon walked assuredly to the edge of the roof significantly more.

"Let's see if you can fly like your friends...shall we?" the demon grinned.

Déjà vu, Dean thought to stay his panic, because once again in so short a time frame Dean was weightless as he took to open air, thrown from the roof by Leven's small hands and falling to the ground several stories below. At this angle Dean would land half on his head. He doubted even he could survive that.

Dean closed his eyes. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not already. There was so much more he needed to—

With a jolt Dean's thoughts came to a halt and for a moment he thought it was the awfulness of impact and that soon he would be waking up to chains and blood and gore. But then Dean realized he was still weightless, his legs dangling now below him. He could feel strain pulling on his arms. On both of them. Strain caused by clinging claws. Claws had hold of his arms on either side and had just saved him once again from hitting bottom.

It was Sasha and Cam.

Dean opened his eyes with a great rush of relief, amazed that Sasha and Cam had been able to reach him in time, that they even knew the need to rescue him and had managed to get past Leven in order to do it. He glanced quickly to the left and right to see those saving claws for himself and maybe that was why. Maybe it was because he had looked so quickly that he didn't at first realize that neither clawed hand was the right color.

One of them was a more burnt orange than brown and the other was not black but a deep, dark green. Just as quickly as Dean had felt relief all the panic in him returned, even after he felt the sweet presence of ground beneath his feet as these strangers set him down. They released his arms and Dean back-peddled. There was a green incubus to his right with brilliantly bright white hair and a burnt orange succubus to his left with hair the color of copper. It took hearing the succubus' voice for Dean to recognize them.

"Dean!" she called, "Are you alright? Thank goodness we saw you."

And the panic flew right out again. "Charis!" Dean realized like an epiphany, returning to her side and grabbing her shoulders like he wanted to hug her. He fairly well would have if the incubus with her didn't immediately push Dean away again.

"Don't touch her," he growled, low and familiar.

Right, Dean thought. "Lindsey. Figures the happily married couple would come together." Dean held up his hands when Lindsey growled at him again, the white hair and white face so amazingly stark against all that dark green for wings, claws, and markings. "Okay. Hands to myself. You guys don't know how perfect your timing is. Well, I guess you do. You just saved my life from a psycho demon possessing the gay teenage lead in the school musical."

Lindsey and Charis blinked at him.

"Never mind. How did you know to come here anyway?"

"Cam called us," Charis shrugged, morphing back to the form Dean recognized, pale and pretty with freckles and silvery eyes, "About twenty minutes ago. He said the hunt was going bad and you might need back up."

"He coulda mentioned that," Dean thought out loud. Twenty minutes ago would have been while Cam was alone down the staircase. Sneaky bastard. "Guess he still doesn't trust us. Funny you guys happened to be close enough to get here," Dean said leadingly. He was no fool. This was obviously part of some overall plan or at least a backup one. "It's okay. I get it," he said when Lindsey looked away with a scowl and Charis bit her lip sheepishly, "Going off what little you actually know of us, I wouldn't trust me either. But look, we can't waste anymore time. Leven—I mean—the demon possessing this kid probably went straight back for the others in the auditorium. This thing is way too much for us. I need to get back on the roof and you need to go in there and help."

Lindsey reared on Dean with another snarl. He hadn't bothered to change out of his glorified gargoyle state. Dean noticed that Lindsey's horns were probably the most impressive he had seen, going straight up and just slightly out about a foot and a half. Dean had only seen the guy's red eyes the last time they met. "You don't give us orders," Lindsey said, "We're hear to help Cam."

"Which we can do," Charis broke right in with that more dangerous voice Dean had come to know, "By following Dean's advice. We'll drop you on the roof before going to help the others," she turned to Dean.

"No," Dean shook his head, "Just one of you. The other needs to go now."

"You think we'd fall for—" Lindsey started, but Charis cut him off this time completely.

"Fine," she said tersely, obviously finished appeasing Lindsey on this issue now that she knew better for herself that Sam and Dean weren't all that bad, "Then Lindsey, you get Dean back on the roof. I'll find the others." She didn't even pause to make sure Lindsey was going to agree to that, she just looked at him sternly before whipping around and taking off with impressive speed for the doors to the school.

It was actually kind of funny to see a full blown incubus gaping in disbelief. Dean regretted his grin when Lindsey turned back to him, however. This was still the guy who was supposed to fly him back up several stories into the air.

Dean tried not to let his nervousness show.

"So, uh…you know Sasha and the others would be able to tell if you dropped me on purpose, right?" Dean tried to joke. Well, he didn't really mean it as a joke.

Lindsey huffed, looking Dean up and down. "If you want to think that," he replied cryptically.

Another time maybe Dean would be up for this, but tonight was not that time. "Look, this is literally life or death here, Billy-boy, okay? Our only hope for maybe getting this demon under control and out of the kid it's possessing, a good kid that Cam really cares for by the way, is up on that roof and I'm the one who can get it done. You want to keep up the grudge match, do it on your own time. This is about other people. It's kinda what hunters do. Ya know, save people."

A snarl grew on Lindsey's face again and he looked about ready to say something else sharp and biting, but instead he simply lunged for Dean with frightening speed and suddenly they were air-born. This was the first time Dean had been lifted by an incubus front to front, carried under the arms like a child. It unnerved him, especially since Lindsey was scowling and trying so hard not to look at him. At least the trip up to the roof was quick.

Dean couldn't help breathing relief when Lindsey set him down. He was also pleased to see that Leven had indeed gone back down, though Dean wondered if the demon would be able to sense when the spell started casting. He needed to be quick.

"Go inside and help your wife," Dean said, grabbing the canister of salt and quickly pouring out the line around the runes, "I got this."

For a minute Lindsey just stared, watching him.

"Seriously, go," Dean said again, "He can take all of us. This isn't a normal demon."

"And you're performing a summoning for him, yes?" Lindsey said somewhat haughtily, "Then you're going to need someone to watch your back if it manages to escape the salt line. You won't be much use reading an incantation if he throws you off the roof again."

Really, Dean felt perfectly justified to fire out some nasty comeback, and it just sucked that Lindsey had such a good point. "Okay. But watching my back has to actually include not wanting to claw it to pieces, so—ah!" Dean clutched at his bleeding shoulder, having forgotten about it what with the plummeting to his death and all, but he remembered it quite easily now after setting the canister of salt back down using the wrong arm.

"Are you…shot?" Lindsey said, a little more disgusted sounding, Dean thought, than concerned.

Dean really didn't have time for this. The salt line was drawn, it was past ten-thirty, and Dad's journal was in his coat. He took it out and paged immediately to the back where Wade and Sam had rewritten the incantations, thinking only for a moment that one more reason for Lindsey to hate him was safely hidden amongst those same pages.

"Hey," Lindsey pressed when Dean didn't answer.

Dean prepared himself to read. "It was either my shoulder or Cam's head," he said without looking back at the incubus, "Now get ready." Dean took a breath and began chanting, fast but accurate as he could. They had bookmarked the passage for the other spell, the one that would make the demon manifest outside of Leven so they could banish it. The exorcism spell to do the banishing was also marked, and Dean was glad, because unlike Sam he hadn't gotten around to memorizing that yet.

Just as Dean remembered with Marisol, the wind began to pick up as he read the spell. It wasn't as strong though, maybe because Marisol had been so glued to that apartment building and Leven's demon wasn't really bound by the school, he just needed to kill his final victim there.

As Dean neared the end he felt his throat growing hot. This was only one step of a larger whole. The last of the spell poured out of him and there was a sudden burst of dark purple light, enough that both Dean and Lindsey raised their arms to shield themselves. When Dean looked again, Leven was snarling from within the runes and line of salt. He charged straight for Dean but met the barrier Dean had been hoping for much like being caught in a devil's trap.

A gasp left Lindsey and Dean had to wonder if the high and mighty incubus had ever seen a demon before. The black eyes were definitely different than glowing cat-eyed red.

Dean immediately turned to the spell to manifest the demon. That was the most important bit because at least then it would be out of Leven. Dean chanted just as steadily. This part was longer but only by a little. Dean remembered when they had used it before up in that plane and the whole thing had almost gone down. Dean felt a similar panic now because he could see already that the salt line wasn't going to be enough for long. He could see the demon raising Leven's arms, his eyes closed, as he called upon dark power to aid him

The building trembled beneath Dean's feet but he read on. He knew Lindsey wouldn't be enough to protect him on his own if Leven broke free. And just then, like an answered prayer, the rest of the crew—even Wade who was wide awake and seemed at least for now uncaring that she was in the company of several revealed demons—appeared inside the empty doorway and scrambled out onto the roof. Dean didn't stop. There was still quite a bit left to read, and the demon was not going to win.

Of course it had other plans, however.

Black eyes sprang open again and Leven's arm shot out from his body, exploding away the rock salt as if a giant breath had risen up and blown them away. With the salt line gone, the demon went immediately for Dean.

Dean couldn't help his surprise when Lindsey was indeed right there at his aid, stepping in front of Dean and grabbing Leven by the arms to hold him back. Brute strength alone wasn't enough though and Lindsey was easily tossed aside to the edge of the roof. By then the others had rushed forward and Cam and Sasha had either of Leven's arms the next moment. Another burst of power exploded from him and the other incubi went flying just as Lindsey had.

Charis was trying to hold Wade back near the door but it wasn't taking. This was her brother after all. She pushed the succubus away and ran not for Leven but towards Dean.

Sam was the only one still trying to hold Leven back. When Leven gave another burst of power it was not enough to dislodge the tall hunter but it was enough to knock Dean onto his ass and nearly drop the book right out of his hands. He lost his place and frantically tried to find it again in order to finish.

It was then that Wade finally reached Dean and helping him with the book she pointed to where he had left off and they continued the spell together.

Again and again the demon burst outward with that awful power, enough that Lindsey, Sasha, Cam, and even Charis had been knocked clean from the roof and where all hovering in the air as close as they could manage. Only Sam seemed capable of hanging on, and Dean and Wade as they huddled on the floor of the roof and read, but the battle was almost lost. Sam couldn't hold him. If Leven reached the book it would all be over.

They were so close to the end and yet Dean knew they were going to fail. He saw the moment Leven finally freed himself from Sam but even then Dean wouldn't pause. There was too much left, too many words. Sam knew it too, he had to, because his hand shot out after Leven and touched his back with the flat of his palm. In a second the boy's body fell dead and wide-eyed at Dean and Wade's feet.

Everything went deathly still. Sam hadn't just done that. He hadn't stopped Leven's heart. Not like Gordon. Not like that.

"Keep reading!" Sam yelled, too loud now that there was no wind, no other sound. He gathered the boy into his lap and held him, the body limp and so obviously dead. "Dean!"

Dean didn't know what else to do so he listened. And even though Wade had gasped and obviously didn't understand, she read with him. In another moment they had finished it.

Black smoke poured from Leven's throat, trying to escape now that it was manifest and free, but the rules were different now. Sam had no trouble catching the demon with his powers and holding it still. "So you can't survive being sent to Hell?" Sam said coldly, "Let's find out. Go as far as you can to finding the contract holder. If you survive the trip, be sure and say hello from us." Then Sam's fingers became curled, gnarled as he struggled to force the thing to do his will. It stood no chance, however. Just before it vanished into nothing Dean saw his brother's hazel eyes flash mottled yellow with power. No. The demon didn't stand a chance at all.

"What did you do!" Wade nearly screamed, rushing to her brother's side in Sam's arms as she realized finally that Leven was not breathing but lying limp.

Dean didn't want to look. He still couldn't believe his brother had done that. Charis and the incubi had returned to the roof and stood around them, none knowing what to say or do either.

And yet Sam remained strangely calm.

"If I can stop it," he said, lifting a hand that crackled with electricity the way Sam had told Dean it felt when he used the melting power. He looked down at Leven's wide open eyes and brought his charged hand down to the boy's chest with a shock, "Then I can start it again."

The first shock did not start Leven's heart, or the second, but the third ended in a great gasp of air that left the boy and his eyes blinked wildly as he was brought back to consciousness. Brought back to life.

Sam brought Leven back to life.

As it usually happened, the whole thing became a bit of a blur for Dean after that. Leven and Wade both crying, clutching at each other as Leven tried to say how he remembered everything and he was so sorry. Cam going to them, morphing human again and how neither of them flinched away when he went down there with them and cried too. Charis and Lindsey and Sasha talking, tensely maybe, but talking. And Sam looking sort of stricken now that it was all over.

When Dean finally got up it wasn't to offer condolences or to tell Leven not to worry about what the demon had done with his body, and it wasn't to go to his lover who was hopefully mending at least a few old fences with friends. Dean got up and went to his brother, rustled Sam's hair and smiled.

"Good job, Sammy," he said, as if the kid were five years old again.

And when Sam looked at him and tears streamed down his face despite the returned smile, Dean wasn't surprised at all.

tbc...

A/N: OMG, that took alot out of me. Phew! And no, I have not forgotten that they still do not know who summoned the demon to begin with. You will learn that shortly. The next chapter, i warn you, will leave you with a cliffy like no other, save perhaps chapter 21. Be prepared.

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