𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 > 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 {𝟏}

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈

Somewhere in Monument, Colorado, the door was unlocked. Opening the door, revealing Huntress and the Winchester at large. Sam, Karina, and Dean entered the apartment. Checking every part of the room. Cabinets, drawers, and lastly a safe.

"Any sign of it?" asked Dean.

Sam looked at Dean and Karina informing them after the safe, "Nothing. Are you sure this is Bela's room?"

Karina checked the drawer filled with wigs. She stood up, holding two wigs in her hands. Sarcastically smiling, "We're sure, Sammy."

Suddenly, the phone rang in the room, it was on the bed. Trio shared the looks before Dean walked over to the phone, picking up the receiver. A familiar voice of Bela spoke in his ear, "Dean? Sweetie, are you there?"

"Where are you?"

"Two states away by now."

"Where?"

"Where's our usual quippy banter? I miss it."

"I want it back, Bela-- now."

"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?"

"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 a guy who can't even find me."

"Oh, I'll find you, sweetheart. 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." Dean looked at Sam and Karina. They looked back at him while Bela said her words. "Did you really think I wouldn't take precautions??"

Suddenly, the swat of police officers broke down the door. Holding their guns on the trio, commanding them to raise their hands. Dropping their weapons on the ground. They did as they were told. Dean dropped the phone as he yelled, "THAT BITCH!!"

The police officers forced the trio down on the floor. Cuffing their wrists behind their backs. The black shoes were walking to the trio from the door while the police officer was speaking to them.

"Sam and Dean Winchester, Karina Brian, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you at government expense."

They all looked up, seeing who was in front of Karina's head. It was Agent Victor Henriksen. "Hi, guys... It's been a while." Sam and Karina looked at Dean together as Dean groaned lightly.

***

At last, Sam Winchester, Karina Brian, and Dean Winchesters are in shackles by the chain, handcuffed in order. They were guarded by two officers. Karina faced Dean's back, quiet and keeping it to herself. Not showing her face to anyone, keeping it hidden.

"Why all the sourpusses?" Dean asked as he smiled at everyone. Henriksen ordered them to put them in the cell. The police officer in front of him started dragging Dean. "Hey! Hey! Watch the merchandise!" He looked at Nancy, who was the secretary that was terrified of them after overhearing about them. "We're not the ones you should be scared of, Nancy."

The officers guided them into the cell together. Locking them in. After the officer left the cell, the trio went their separate ways. Dean reached the bed, Karina was leaning against the cell, and Sam was looking out the cell door. They got caught up in the shackles they were connected with.

"Dean, come on!" yelled Sam.

"Seriously!!" yelled Karina.

Dean looked at them, "All right, all right. Sit?"

Sam and Karina looked at each other, they were obliged. They walked together, collapsing together. Trying to take the seat with the chain around their feet. They awkwardly walk around each other, then finally end up sitting on the bed. Sam, Karina, and Dean.

Dean asked, "How are we gonna get Houdini out of this one?"

Sam replied, "Good question."

Karina shook her head, sighing. She scooted over to the wall behind her, laying against it. Sam looked aside at her and followed her. His back was against the wall, looking at her. Karina glanced at Sam, faked a smile at him. "Hi."

"Hi. You're alright?"

"Well I think about Ben & Jerry after I break Victor's nose, so I'm doing alright." Sam laughed softly as Karina rolled her eyes. She looked into his eyes, "How about you?"

"Tired..."

"I bet that reliving the same day over and over again will give you that." Sam sighed deeply, still thinking about what Trickster said to him. The lesson he was given, he finally learned the lesson. Karina read mind by his face, knowing he was thinking about something else. "What's up, something on your mind?"

Sam glanced at Karina, staring into her eyes. He opened his mouth to speak before Victor entered the room, Looking at the trio through the cell. Karina muttered, "Here we go..."

"You know what I'm trying to decide?"

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

"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."

Victor scoffed with a chuckle, "Now, that's funny."

Dean pointed to the details as he looked at Victor, "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."

"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?"

"Ready like a court order to keep you in a Supermaximum prison in Nevada till trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell, so that between you and me... probably unconstitutional."

Trio had chills upon their arms listening to Victor's words. "How's that for ready? Take a good look at each other; you will never see each other again."

Karina's eyes were on her hands, paralyzed. Sam's eyes soften looking out the distance. Without acknowledgment, he landed on one handcuff beside his. Secretly, holding on to pinkie of Karina's. Karina held on to Sam's pinkie, not giving Victor redemption as they were looking out for each other in comfort. Not taking their eyes on each other while never taking their touch off.

Dean glared back at Victor after his words. Victor smirked back at Dean, "Aw... Where's that smug smile, Dean? I want to see it."

Dean looked away from Victor, looking up. Shooking his head in disbelief. "You got the wrong guys."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. You fight monsters. Sorry, Dean. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk. The lady here, her daddy told her nightmares that keep her up at night before burning fire consumed him as it consumed her. No doubt touched you guys in a bad place. That's all, that's reality."

Sam and Karina got up, taking their touch off each other. Hearing the words of using their fathers irked them off. Dean turned to Victor, "Why don't you shut your mouth?"

"Life sucks. Get a helmet. 'Cause everybody's got a sob story. But not everybody becomes a killer."

There was a distant helicopter approaching the station. "And now I have three less to worry about." He checked the time on his watch and smiled back at them. "It's surf-and turf-time." Trio followed their eyes on Victor laughing as he exited the room. Leaving them alone together.

Stressed.

After a short time, there was a male agent walking into the cell. He slid the door shut behind him, and then he walked to the cell. Hands-on his hips, Dean stood up walking toward the cell.

The agent took the sight of the trio in appreciation, "Sam and Dean Winchester... Karina Brian." Dean gave a side look at Sam and Karina who were sitting on the bed together while the man was speaking to them. "I'm Deputy Director Steven Groves. That is a pleasure."

Karina nodded as she commented sarcastically. "Great. Another one who is willing to peek at us to jerk off. Why don't you line up down, fellas?" Sam smirked at her comment, looking down.

"Well, glad of one of us feels that way."

"I've been waiting a long time for you three to come out of the woodwork."

Deputy raised the gun and shot the silent revolver. Bullet went through Dean's left shoulder. The blood sprayed to the wall above Sam and Karina. Dean fell back on the bed. Sam jumped up and grabbed the arm. Deputy was shooting at Dean as he covered himself from the missed shots. Karina approached the cell door to help Sam, grabbing the hand and trying to twist the wrist.

Upon behind Sam's back, she looked at the deputy who was grunting in pain at Karina's strength on the wrist. His eyes turned black... Demon. Karina recited an exorcism on the demon by memory. Sam was still grabbing the arm and revolver in his hands. The demon was whipping its head, feeling the black smoke burning inside of it. Acing to come out.

It stopped as it stared back into Sam and Karina's eyes, "Sorry. Got to cut this short. It's gonna be a long night, guys." Dean lifted up from the bed, clutching his wound. Black smoke exited the body, screaming loudly. It went into the vent until the body fell back on the floor.

The officers and Henriksen entered the room, they were on high alert when they all saw Sam holding the gun. They were pointing the gun at him, Sam held his hands up with the gun in his hand. They were commanding him to down the weapon and them on their knees.

"He shot him!!"

"He shot me!!"

He slowly passed the gun through the bars of the cell. "Don't shoot, don't shoot. Here."

Karina with her hands up, pointing at the body. "Look, we didn't kill him. Check the body. It's gray and there's no blood anywhere. Check on him. Please."

The officer checked the body, "Vic, there's no bullet wound."

"He's probably been dead for months by the look of it."

Victor aimed the gun as he asked, "What did you do to him?"

Dean yelled, "We didn't do anything!"

"Talk or I shoot."

"You won't believe us."

Sam turned to Victor, "He was possessed."

Victor scoffed in disbelief, "Possessed? Right. Fire up the chopper! We're taking them out of here now."

Dean yelled, "Yeah! Do that!"

One of the officers talked to the walkie, but there was no one answering his alert. It was static. They all looked at each other, and one of the officers pushed the gun far from the cell. They exited the room while the trio was still kneeling down. Suddenly, there was a distant explosion from outside. All of the lights and power were shut down in the station.

Sam, Karina, and Dean rose themselves up in unison as the backup lights were on.

"That can't be good."

Karina scoffed at Dean, "When do we have anything good? Let me look at your shoulder."

Dean backed up, having his space for Karina. Sam walked over to the toilet paper, grabbing a pad of it. He passed it to Karina as she looked at the wound, seeing no bullet in his shoulder. The blood was still flowing. She pressed the pad upon the wound deeply, then Dean grunted in pain.

Karina rolled her eyes, "Don't be such a wuss."

"What's the plan?" Their heads turned to Victor who was standing in front of the cell. "Kill everyone in the station, bust you three out?"

Dean put his hand on the rag as he asked. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your psycho friends. I'm talking about the blood bath."

"Okay, I promise you whoever's out there is not here to help us."

Sam speaks to Victor, "Look, you got to believe us. Everyone here is in terrible danger."

"You think?"

Karina put her hands on her hips, "Look, Denzil, how about you unlock the cuffs and the cell so we can save your asses?"

"From what?" Trio looked at Victor for an obvious answer, "You gonna say ''demons"? Don't you dare say "demons." Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me."

Victor exited the room, leaving the trio looking after him.

Sam asked Dean, "How's the shoulder?"

Dean took a pad, revealing a large soaking blood stain. Sam and Karina looked at it, "It's awesome." He threw away the pad, "I'll live. You know, if we get out of here alive. So you two got a plan?" Karina looked at the exit wound on his shoulder, Dean was grimacing in pain still.

They all looked at what Dean was seeing. There was Nancy, peeking through the corner. "Hey." Nancy backed away a little, still frightened of them. Sam begged her softly, "Please. Please. We need your help. It's-- it's Nancy. Nancy, right? Nancy, my brother's been shot. He's bleeding really bad. You think maybe you could get us a towel? Please? Just one clean towel?"

Nancy stared at them, unsure and still afraid. Sam looked at her, "Look, look at us. We're not the bad guys. I swear." Dean gave her a smile while Karina had her hand on his exit wound. Nancy looked at each of them, then she exited the room.

Sam sighed, bummed. Karina looked at Sam, "Nice try, Sammy."

Sam looked back at Karina, shaking his head in disbelief. Karina's eyes were over Sam's shoulder, he followed her eyes. There was Nancy holding the towel in the corner.

"Thank you."

Between the moment with Sam and Nancy, Nancy was willing to do the right thing. She was walking carefully to the cell while Sam held his handcuffed hands up. After the towel was through the bars to give Sam, he pulled her against the bars. Leaving Dean and Karina shocked.

Nancy was screaming for help until one of the officers with the rifle came into the room, warning them. Sam let go of her arm, letting her and the officer go. He held the towel in his hands.

Dean smacked Sam on the arm, "What the hell was that?" Sam answered Dean and Karina's question by holding up the rosary that he stole from Nancy. Dean and Karina grinned at Sam, impressed.

They were all sitting on the bed while Dean held a towel to his wound. Sam spoke to them, "We're like sitting ducks in here."

"Yeah, I know..." Dean shouted out, "Would it kill these cops to bring us a snack!?!"

Karina shook her head, "How many do you think they're out there?"

"I don't know."

"We can't see right through them. Anybody could be possessing anyone at any moment. They would walk in without being suspenseful."

"It's kind of wild, right? I mean, it's like they're coming for us. They've never done that before." Sam and Karina thought for a moment after Dean's words. Dean smiled at them, "It's like we got a contract on us. Think it's because we're so awesome? I think it's 'cause we're so awesome."

"Dean, don't make me put my finger in your wound."

Dean's smile disappeared after Karina's unamused threat and Sam's face. Dean rolled his eyes, shaking his head. The sheriff entered the room, unlocking their cell. Dean spoke to the sheriff with a southern accent, "Well, howdy, there, Sheriff."

He opened the door, making the trio stand up. Sam spoke up, "Uh, Sheriff?"

"It's time to go, guys."

Trio caught their suspenseful contact with the sheriff. They all backed away for the easy route from him. Dean smirked at him, "You know what? We're just comfy right here. But thank you."

Victor appeared at the cell, looking at the sheriff. "What do you think you're doing?"

"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."

Victor entered the cell, facing the sheriff. "We're not going anywhere."

He faced Victor, "The hell we're not."

Victor suddenly shot the bullet through his head. Sam and Karina grabbed the demon together. Karina twisted the arm that the gun was holding. It let go of the gun on the floor. Dean grabbed the gun off the floor. Karina began dunking the demon's head into the toilet where Nancy's rosary floated there. Sam recited the exorcism.

The officer with the rifle came back then Dean aimed at him. Warning him to stay back. Karina lifted the head up to not let Victor drown himself. The face was steaming from holy water up its black eyes. She resumed it back to the toilet, Sam continued the exorcism.

The demon lifted up, saying a few words before the end. "It's too late. I already called them. They're already coming." Karina dunked the back in the water before Sam recited the last verse.

The black smoke came out of Victor's mouth, letting it go off the body. Screaming its way through the air vent back to Hell. The body fell down on the floor. Sam and Karina stayed back away from the body. Letting Victor wake himself up from the blackout.

The officer and Nancy witness their first supernatural experience in reality. Karina was standing beside Dean while Sam was sitting down on the floor beside Karina's legs. They all looked down on the body of Victor, waiting for him to wake up. Nancy asked, "Is he... is he dead?"

Victor coughed the water out of his throat. He was waking up, eyes widened in shock motion. Sam checked on him, "Henriksen! Hey. Is that you in there?"

He was sitting on the bed, looking out in the distance. He panted heavily as he received the memory by looking at the dead body, "I... I shot the sheriff."

In the pausing moment, Dean looked down at the body while he thought of it. He smirked at Victor, "But you didn't shoot the deputy." Sam glared at Dean in disbelief, he looked down at Sam. His smile faded when he looked at Karina's glance in disbelief. He closed his eyes in anticipation. He got the back of his head, slapped. He reacted to it, rubbing the back of his head.

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

Karina finished, "A large black smoke entered your throat?" Victor stared at Karina.

Sam answered, "You were possessed."

"Possessed like... possessed."

"That's what it feels like. Now you know."

Dean commented, "I owe the biggest "I told you so" ever." He gave his gun back to Victor.

For quite some time, he nodded guiltily. Victor stood up from the bed, he looked at the officer. "Office Amici. Keys." Amici gave him the keys, then he finally uncuffed the chains of the trio. He asked the Huntress and the Winchesters a question, "All right. So, how do we survive?"

***

After a while, Sam and Karina went their separate ways. They were spraying the paint of the Devil's Trap on each entry in the station. Nancy was touching up Dean's wound before Dean went to the Impound Lot to get the weapons. After he gathered the weapons from the arsenal, and everything in Karina's bag, he shouted to everyone to be prepared for the demons to come. Salt.

"THEY'RE COMING!! HURRY!!"

Everyone was in the main room. Sam and Karina stood together in the middle of the room until Dean tossed the shotgun filled with salt bullets to Sam. He passed the bag to Karina, she caught it. She unzipped the bag, revealing all of her knives and blades. She grabbed a few blessed knives in each of her hands. Flipping one of them to prepare for the demons coming to them.

Each of the windows of the stations was covered in the darkness from the smoke. The building echoed with loud pounding and shaking the surface where they were standing. Pounding and shaking were intensifying in the surrounding areas. Everyone saw nothing but darkness that was consuming the area, the loud pounding was deafening to their ear drums.

Until everything was light and quiet.

Huntress and the Winchester shared looks. It had become bigger for them. It was the war.

Sam asked, "Everybody okay?"

Victor replied, "Define okay."

Dean put down his weapons, grabbing the supplies for the people. "All right, everybody needs to put these on." He gave each person a protection necklace featuring the charms. "They'll keep you from being possessed. There you go."

Nancy asked, "What about you, Sam, and Karina?"

Sam and Dean moved their shirt collar shirt down on each of the left part of their chest. Karina turned her back to them, uncovering the right side of her jacket. She was wearing a black ribbed tank top, on her right shoulder blade. They all revealed the black tattoo of anti-possession.

At last, Huntress and the Winchesters had their own protection upon their armors.

"Smart. How long you had those?" asked Victor.

"Not long enough."