"Yeah, I'm not finding anything over here Sam."

Sam sighed as he turned off the ignition, "There's got to be something somewhere in there Dean. I'm telling you man, he is our guy."

They had been drawn into town by three gruesome murders, where all the victims were killed on the same day every year. After a few days of investigation, they had narrowed it down to one Jason Sommers, a recluse who moved into town three years ago. Why he killed those people, they had no idea yet, and that was why Dean was snooping around in his house while Sam trailed Sommers in the impala.

"And I'm telling you, no witchy hex bags, no satanic...hold on a sec-"

Sam could hear the sounds of Dean clicking away on Sommer's computer over the phone.

"What is it?" Sam responded absentmindedly as he watched Sommers go into a diner across the road.

"Son of a-" Dean cussed.

"What, Dean?" Sam turned his full attention back to his brother.

"Crap! This is bad, Sam."

"Dean tell me, what is it?" Sam grew impatient.

"Sommers is not a witch or a demon or anything, Sam. He's just a psychopathic son of bitch who kills people because he's screwed in the head."

"What? What did you- but why this day? What is so special about today?" Sam sat up straighter.

"Today is the anniversary of the day his mother killed his father," Dean explained, "and he's got something big planned for this year...uh oh," Sam could hear Dean typing away again.

"I found the blueprint of the mall he's planning a shoot-out at. The problem is that he has been corresponding with a group of 'devil worshippers' and has convinced them to join in the fun. Which means-"

"Which means they could be anyone and anywhere in that mall," Sam finished.

This was bad. This was real bad. It was the time for Christmas shopping, and the mall had to be bursting with shoppers on a Saturday.

"Come pick me up and we'll go there together. We've got to stop them."

"Dean, maybe we should leave it to the cops? I mean, there's only two of us and god knows how many of them," Sam reasoned.

Sam had tried so hard to keep Dean away from violent situations like this, afraid that it might somehow trigger the Mark of Cain.

"Great idea, hey why don't you go alert the police department and bring backup while I go to the mall. I'll borrow a car, I'm closer."

By borrowing, Dean meant stealing. Sam was more than uncomfortable with this. It was not their job to hunt down human monsters. And he could read in between the lines, plain as day: Dean was sending Sam away to safety while running headfirst into danger himself. Typical Dean.

"Dean, no-" Sam started to argue but was shot down by his brother.

"There's no time. They might even be there already! Just go Sam, and hurry!" Dean snapped and all Sam heard after that was the dial tone.

"Damn it, Dean!"

Sam was unsure about leaving Psycho Sommers with a diner full of potential victims and going to the police station. What if he decided to kill off the patrons in the diner too?

The decision was made for him by the appearance of Sommers. Sommers headed back into his car with a take-out bag. He must be planning on watching the shootout with some burgers and fries. Sick son of a bitch.

Police station it is.

Dean gave a cursory glance around the parking lot before he slipped his lock pick into the door. With a tug, the lock gave and with another glance around the area, he slipped into the car and sped out of the place.

He had no clue how he was going to stop the massacre but he was going to try. He had done enough harm while he was a demon and it was time he did some good, save some lives. All he did for the past year was to screw things up, get people killed, and let Sam down. When was the last time he actually saved someone? Gosh, it felt like a long, long time ago.

Within minutes, Dean was at the mall. There were people everywhere! Some going in, some coming out of the mall, unaware of the danger they were going to be in.

According to the emails between Sommers and his accomplices, the satanic cult was led by someone named Jeff. Not that the information was particularly useful, but Jeff had shared his proposition of a plan with Sommers: Hack into the security systems, lockdown the mall, position his guys all over the mall, and start shooting.

If Dean was lucky, he might be able to stop the guys before they have control over the mall's exits. He pushed his way past the crowd in the mall, trying to find the nearest path to the security room.

"Are you absolutely sure?" The sheriff asked, "we don't want to cause unnecessary panic among the people."

"Yes! I am! Look, my partner's at the mall, and this could happen any second now. We have to go! Now!" Sam almost yelled.

After a few seconds of careful consideration, the sheriff looked up at Sam, "Alright. I'm trusting you here, Agent."

"Gear up people!" The sheriff yelled to his officers, "All units in the area to respond code 3 to the mall!"

Seemed like Dean was just on time. His heart thumped loudly against his ribcage as he stood outside the control room, eavesdropping on Jeff giving orders.

"Second floor, near the elevators. Yes, right there. Andy you are at the third floor, Fred, ground floor. Alright, get ready to move out. Check your gear."

There were at least five of them in the room. Dean knew the security guards were either dead or dead. And there was no way he was going to be able to stop five heavily armed, trigger-happy psychopaths by himself. Dean only hoped that Sam would hurry up.

'Found them. 1st floor, control room. Come quick' Dean typed hastily and sent the message.

'GET OUT OF THERE NOW!' was the reply he got from Sam.

Yeah, like hell he was. Dean hid himself in the shadows when he heard the door open and the gunmen shuffle out of the room.

Jeff! If he could somehow force Jeff to stop the operation, he might have a chance at preventing the massacre. That bastard should still be hiding in the control room, overseeing the whole thing.

Dean was about to step out of his hiding place when someone started coming down the hallway, past where Dean was and into the control room. Of course! Of course it was Sommers the Sicko, came to watch the show.

Dean cocked his gun and stepped into the room after Sommers.

The convoy had just arrived at the mall when Sam heard shots rang out from inside the mall. Screams erupted and all the officers sprung into action.

Sam was rooted to the ground in horror as the cops brought down the locked doors, and the frantic crowd burst out of the unlocked doors. There were so many people! Too many!

Finally, he forced himself to snap out of it. Dean needs his help right now.

Dean! He had to find his brother!