What if Casey and the priest kidnapped Dean to force Sam to lead their demon army?

Dean tracked Richie's cell phone and came to an old creepy house. "What is he doing here?" Dean asked himself.

He picked the lock and started to head to the main floor when he saw some blood on the steps leading down to the basement. He crept down them. "Richie," he whispered. He didn't hear anything and continued his descent. He got to the bottom and froze. Richie's dead body was hanging from the ceiling. Dean smelled sulphur and knew that, finally, a demon had got to Richie. "Man, I told you, you weren't cut out for this type of work," he said as he cut Richie down. He would take him out back and burn him, but first he had to prepare this room for the demon's return. He lifted up the rug and painted a devil's trap underneath. Then, he went to give Richie a proper hunter's sendoff. Richie may have been a moron, but he had always given hunting his all.

When he was done he got into his car and called Sam. "Hey," he said.

"I can't talk right now," Sam whispered into the phone. "Meet me at the bar in an hour."

Dean didn't like the fact that he was whispering and in such a rush. It usually meant that he was in trouble. "Are you OK?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sam whispered and hung up.

Dean looked at his phone and then headed to the bar to wait for Sam.

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Casey headed back to her little demon lair so that she could perform the ritual. She couldn't believe her luck in finding him. Richie's great-grandmother several times over had been a powerful witch in the 1300's. Only the blood of a descendant could raise her from Hell. Demons could tell a descendant by the smell of their blood. Casey was about to raise one of the most powerful demons. Now they wouldn't need Sam Winchester to lead their army. They would have Morgana le Fay.

She stopped short when she entered the basement. Richie was gone. She started to walk over to where she left him when she noticed the rug had been moved. Just slightly. Most people and even demons wouldn't notice, but Casey had a special eye for details. She lifted the rug up and discovered the devil's trap. She took out her knife and scratched it in order to render it harmless and headed back to the bar. She knew who was responsible for this. He was going to pay.

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Sam waited for Trotter and his lackey to leave and then snuck into the office to search for demonic evidence. He was just starting to look in the desk drawers when they came back. The guard pulled a gun. "We're going to call the police," Trotter announced.

"The police?" Sam asked, confused. "He was pretty sure demons didn't usually bother with law enforcement to solve their problems.

"Yes. They're the ones that generally arrest criminals like you," Trotter explained as he dialed. He spoke into the phone telling the police that he had intruder. Sam now knew that Trotter wasn't a demon, but he was stuck with the guard pointing his gun at him.

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Dean walked up to the bar and smiled at Casey. Richie had plans with her last night and now was dead by demon hands. Casey was his number one suspect.

"Want to get out of here after your shift?" he asked.

"Why wait?" Casey responded, knowing he was trying to lead her into a trap while it would actually be her leading him to a trap.

"Great. Let's go," Dean said.

They went out to Dean's car. "I'm sharing a hotel room," Dean said. "Your place?"

"Sure," Casey smiled and directed him to the old creepy house. She thought of giving him a wrong turn, just to see what he would do, but decided against it. No need to make him suspicious.

"Nice place," Dean said sarcastically. It looked like the house from the Addams Family.

"Thanks," Casey said as she led the way down to the basement. She pretended to look confused.

"Problem?" Dean asked smugly.

"No," Casey answered as she stepped calmly onto the rug and turned to face Dean. Dean would think she was trapped.

"I forgot to mention something," Dean said.

"What?" Casey asked.

"Richie was a friend of mine. I swung by here earlier and gave him a proper cremation. Beats hanging in some skank's basement."

"I forgot to mention something, too," Casey smiled.

"Yeah?" Dean asked, still cocky, thinking the devil's trap was intact.

"I swung by here earlier and found your little devil's trap."

Dean's smile disappeared. Casey held out her hand and flung Dean up against the wall. "Do you know what you've done?" Casey demanded.

"Gave my friend a proper hunter send-off. What do you care?" Dean asked.

"I needed his body to raise Morgana. She was going to lead the demon army," Casey explained.

"Sorry," Dean said.

"Now we'll have to go with our second choice," Casey said.

"Oh, yeah, who's that?" Dean was trying to come up with a smart-alec guess when she answered him.

"Your brother," Casey replied.

All cockiness and joking left Dean immediately. "He'll never do it," Dean responded. He wasn't completely sure though, remembering what the yellow-eyed demon had told him. That maybe what he had brought back wasn't 100%, pure Sam.

"We'll see," Casey said.

Dean struggled against her invisible hold, but knew there was no way of breaking a demon hold.