Bonds Tested

Jus In Bello -- Sitting Ducks

He takes is slowly before grunting as he tries to stand. "Officer Amichi. Keys." Henriksen orders.

Amichi hands them over. Henriksen uncuffs us-- well, he uncuffs the broken cuffs on me. Not like they were bothering me.

"All right. So, how do we survive?" He asks us.

~*****~

Sam and Dean set to demon proofing the police station, and I try to help. I really do, but I end up leaned against a desk, huffing out irritably as I try to catch my breath. I was exhausted. It felt like a broken record at this point. Nancy is hurrying over to me with a cup of coffee, and I have to decline it. The smell is making my empty stomach roil. "Are you all right?" She asks meekly.

I nod breathlessly. "Yeah. Just--" I suck in a deep breath. "Just tired. Feels like I've been up for a few days." I explain. "I could use something to eat, to be honest. Coffee makes me feel sick."

She nods and goes to her desk, and produces a little bag of candies. "I only have candy."

I wave off her concern and eat a little before continuing with the devils trap I started. "Well, that's not gonna do much good." I hear Dean mention.

"We got an arsenal in here." Amici mentions.

I snort. "You don't poke a bear with a bb gun." Dean retorts. "That's just gonna make him mad."

"What do you need?" Henriksen asks.

"Salt," I mention after I put the finishing touches on my devils trap. "Lots and lots of salt."

"Salt?" Amici echoes.

"What are you, hard of hearing?" I ask irritably as I approach Dean and start checking on his injury.

"There's road salt in the storeroom." Nancy mentions softly.

Dean and I share a glance before nodding. "Perfect." Dean nods. "We need salt at every window and every door."

"How are you holding up, Nancy?" I ask softly as she offers me a cup of water.

She smiles hesitantly and shrugs. "Okay... When I was little, I would come home from church and talk about the devil." She admits. "My parents would tell me to stop being so literal. I guess I show them, huh?" I offer her a smile before setting my cup down.

"Thank you, for the water." I mention softly. She nods and steps away.

"Hey, where's my car?" Dean asks as Amici walks up with two bags of road salt.

"Impound lot out back." He responds. Dean hums as I reattach the gauze on his shoulder. "Hey, wait-- you're not going out there?"

"Yeah, I gotta get something out of my trunk." Dean mentions. "Stay here, baby." He orders and kisses my forehead delicately before hurrying out to the back of the station.

"Let's move everyone--" I snap quickly. "Salt the entrances and windows-- now!"

~*****~

"They're coming!" Dean shouts as I keep pouring salt. I glare at the black smoke hitting the window in front of me and step back, dropping my bag of salt. The building shakes violently as the demons try to get in, but they're ultimately unsuccessful.

"Everybody okay?" Sam asks.

"Define okay." Henriksen mentions.

"All right, everybody needs to put these on." Dean orders as he tugs out the anti possession charms. "They'll keep you from being possessed."