"Sam and Dean Winchester. Y/L Y/L/N. I'm Deputy Director Steven Groves. This is a pleasure."
"Well, I'm glad one of us feels that way," Dean said and Steven looked at Dean before looking back at you. He smirked maliciously and you frowned, putting yourself down for not feeling this earlier.
"I've been waiting a long time for you three to come out of the woodwork," Steven said before taking out his gun and pointing it at you.
"Guys, he's a demon!" You yelled right before he shot you in the shoulder. You yelled out in pain as you fell onto the bed, your blood spraying on the wall behind you. Steven tried to take a few more shots at you but you narrowly missed them. To distract the demon, Sam began to chant the exorcism in Latin, taking the demon's attention away from you. He walked over to their cell and shot Dean in the arm, the same thing happening to him. With his hands outstretched in front of him, Sam reached through the bars and grabbed at the hand holding the gun.
Steven's eyes turned black as he growled but before he could do any more damage, Steven's head moved back and forth as Sam chanted in Latin.
"Sorry, I've gotta cut this short. It's gonna be a long night, fellas." The demon said before exiting the deputy's body. As soon as the demon left, Steven dropped to the ground, Sam still holding the gun. Suddenly the door opened and two officers came rushing in with Henriksen behind them, his gun trained on Sam.
"Alright, put the gun down!" One of the officers yelled.
"Wait, okay, wait," Sam pleaded as he moved to put the gun down.
"He shot him!" The same officer yelled.
"I didn't shoot him, okay. I didn't shoot anyone." Sam defended himself.
"He shot me!!" You grunted in pain, making the men look at you. You were still lying on the bed with your hand pressed to your wound.
"He shot me too!" Dean spoke up.
"Get on your knees, NOW!" Victor yelled and Sam nodded, doing what he was told.
"Okay, okay, okay. Don't shoot. Please. Look. Here. Here," Sam passed the gun through the bars as he got on his knees. "Look. We didn't shoot him. Check the body. There's no blood. We did not kill him. Go ahead, check him." Reidy looked at Sam before leaning over Steven. He checked the body and looked up at Victor.
"Vic, there's no bullet wound."
"He's probably been dead for months." You said through the pain.
"What did you do to him?" Victor demanded answers.
"We didn't do anything. You wouldn't believe us even if we told you the truth." You snapped at him. He raised his gun at you and you looked at Dean worriedly.
"Talk or I shoot." He threatened.
"He was possessed by a demon." You told them the truth.
"Possessed? Right. Fire up the chopper! We're taking them out of here now." Henriksen scoffed.
"Yeah! Do that!" You yelled at him, getting angry. You whimpered when you moved your shoulder and looked at Dean who was pissed.
"Bill?" Reidy said over the walkie-talkie. "Bill are you there?" You assumed Bill was in charge of the helicopter. However, there wasn't any response. Henriksen nodded to Reidy to see what was going on and the other Agent left the room. The other officers still had their guns trained on you and the brothers.
"They're dead. I think they're all dead." Reidy said over the talkie. Your eyes widened because you knew what that meant. If one demon found you, then a whole fleet of them out be here. Suddenly, there was a loud crash coming from outside and that shook the officers and Victor up.
"What the hell was that? Reidy? Reidy?!" Victor said over the talkie but no answer. "What the hell was that? Come in? Reidy? Reidy? Alright, let's go." The officers and Victor left you and Dean to bleed out while Sam was sighing in frustration.
"How are you holding up, sweetheart?"
"It fucking hurts but it looks like he didn't hit a major artery so I won't bleed out in the next ten minutes," You sighed, sitting up while keeping pressure on your wound. "What about you?"
"Just great." You sighed and leaned against the wall, wondering what was going on out there. You needed to get out because you three were the only ones who can fight this. All of a sudden, the lights in the entire building went out and that put you immediately on alert. You stood up and looked around the room, the emergency light still on.
"Oh, that can't be good." Dean sighed.
"We need to get out of here, patch our wounds up and fight these bastards back!" You yelled. You looked over at Sam and Dean to see Sam treating Dean's wound. Sam used the toilet paper as gauze. You did the same thing. It wasn't ideal but it was something. Dean yelled out when Sam hit something bad but Sam just rolled his eyes.
"Alright, don't be such a wuss." You chuckled because even after all this, they were still the same brothers.
"What's the plan? Kill everyone in the station, bust you three out?" You looked up to see Henriksen at the entrance.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean grunted out.
"I'm talking about your psycho friends. I'm talking about a bloodbath."
"Okay, I promise you—whoever's out there, is not here to help us." You glared at him.
"Look, you got to believe us. Everyone here is in terrible danger." Sam tried to be the reasonable one.
"You think?"
"Why don't you let us out of here so we can save your arrogant asses?" You snapped.
"From what? You gonna say demons?" After a few moments of silence, he rolled his eyes. "Don't you dare say demons. Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me." He turned around and left after that.
"How's the shoulder?" Sam asked you and Dean.
"It's awesome," Dean said, tossing the stained paper away. "I'll live. You know, if we get out of here alive. So, you got a plan?"
"Still thinking, Dean," Sam said, checking the exit wound on his shoulder. You looked around and noticed Nancy, the secretary, peeking at you three from around the corner.
"Hey," You whispered to the boys and they noticed Nancy standing there.
"Hey, Nancy, is it?" You asked gently and she backed away in fear of being caught. "Please, Nancy, Dean and I have been shot. We need your help. We're bleeding badly. Just, could you go get a towel? Just one?" All she did was stare at you and you sighed, hoping to get through to her. "Look, Nancy, we're not the bad guys. I promise you." All Nancy did was leave you and you groaned, hitting your head on the wall.
"Nice try," Dean said but you heard footsteps and turned to see Nancy walking over to you. It seemed as if she trusted you more than the brother. You got up and walked to her, reaching out for the towel. You grabbed it from her and smiled at her.
"Thank you." You whispered. She just smiled back at you and you noticed the rosary around her neck. She was about to leave but you called out her name to stop her. You could use violence but you wanted to try something else.
"Nancy, that's a nice necklace." You said and she looked down at it before looking back at you. She still didn't say a word.
"Look, can I tell you something?" You whispered but she didn't make a move to go near you again. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? You have my word." That seemed to do the trick and she walked closer to you so you could whisper to her.
"I'm very religious, as I'm sure you are too. I would very much appreciate it if I could borrow your necklace? I would like to pray to God and ask for his forgiveness in this time of need." She stared at you in the eyes and she nodded, taking off her necklace and handing it to you.
"Thank you, Nancy. You're very kind." She smiled at you before leaving your side. She left the room and you smirked, looking at the brothers.
"Why did you do that?" Dean asked.
"I think we might be needing some holy water. Sam, how does it go?" You smirked, going over to your toilet and copying whatever Sam said before dropping the necklace in the water. You stood up and turned around with a smile on your face.
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A lot of time has passed by and you ripped the towel in two before sliding one half over to Sam who used it on Dean.
"We're like sitting ducks in here." Sam sighed, hating that he didn't know what was going on out there.
"Yeah, I know. Would it kill these cops to BRING US A SNACK?!" Dean raised his voice at the end so that the officers could hear them in the other room.
"How many to do you think are out there?" You asked.
"I don't know," Dean answered.
"However many they are, they could be possessing anyone. Anyone could just walk right in." Sam said and you agreed with him.
"It's kind of wild, right? I mean it's like they're coming for us. They've never done that before," Dean smiled. "It's like we got a contract on us. Think it's because we're so awesome? I think it's because we're so awesome." Dean lost his smile when Sam offered the bitch face to him. You didn't have time to answer because the sheriff walked into the room, opening your cell first. You stood up and frowned, looking at the brothers who were on alert.
"It's time to go." You stepped back as the sheriff walked into your cell.
"Uh, you know what? I think I'm fine right here." You didn't know if he was possessed or not.
"What do you think you're doing?" All heads turned to Henriksen who walked into the room.
"We're not just gonna sit around here and wait to die. We're gonna make a run for it."
"It's safer in here."
"There's a SWAT facility in Boulder."
"We're not going anywhere," Henriksen said, walking inside your cell. You glanced at the brother nervously because you were chained up which left you at a disadvantage.
"The hell we're not." The sheriff growled. Henriksen took out his gun and shot the sheriff between the eyes. You jumped at the loud noise and looked at the FBI Agent. He smirked and pointed his gun at you but you were too fast for him. You slammed into him, ignoring the pain in your shoulder. He grunted and tried to get the upper hand but you grabbed his face and shoved it in the toilet. You looked at Sam and he started the exorcism. You held him under as best as you could with his body failing around. Another officer came into the room with his rifle but Dean took care of him.
"Stay back!!" Dean yelled at him. The demon in Victor lifted his head and screamed out in pain as his skin sizzled. His eyes were black as the night but you forced it under again.
"Hurry up!" Dean pressured Sam. The demon lifted his head, his eyes still black.
"It's too late. I already called them. They're already coming." You shoved his head back in and Sam finished the exorcism. Black smoke came out of Victor's mouth, shooting into the air vent.
"Is he... is he dead?" You looked behind you to see Nancy standing there, scared out of her mind. You were about to answer when Victor coughed. He pushed himself up on the bed and looked at you with a sad expression.
"Henriksen! Hey. Is that you in there?" You asked, looking into his eyes.
"I... I shot the sheriff."
"But you didn't shoot the deputy." Dean joked and you and Sam glared at him which shut him up.
"Five minutes ago, I was fine, and then..."
"Let me guess. Some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat?"
"You were possessed," Sam said.
"Let me ask you something, Henriksen," you sneered, staring into his eyes. "You believe us now?"
"I owe the biggest I told you so ever," Dean said and you handed Victor his gun back.
"I told you, we're not the bad guys." You sighed.
"Officer Amici," Henriksen said, standing up and addressed the officer in the room. "Keys..." Officer Amici handed Victor the keys and he unlocked your chains. You sighed in relief and Victor moved to Sam and Dean's cell, doing the same thing.
"Alright, so how do we survive?" Victor asked.
"Do you have any spray paint?" You asked Officer Amici.