Hi everyone, since my last fanfic did pretty good I decided to write another one. First chapter is a bit short as always so I can decide whether or not I'll continue, very much based on your reviews. So please tell me what you think! Enjoy.

By the way, the title is from the song Demon Host by Timber Timbre.

"It doesn't matter how often we do this, I'm never gonna get used to this fucking long drive."

"Quit your bitchin'. We're almost there."

Sam sighed and looked out of the window. Dean turned the music on, earning a glare from Sam which he ignored. After a while, Sam turned back to Dean.

"How much are we getting for this one, anyway?"

"I don't know, the same amount we usually get?"

Sam frowned. "The prick almost melted my brains. We deserve a raise."

Dean snorted. "Good luck with telling Crowley we deserve a raise."

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at their destination. They got out of the car, looked around them just to be sure, and then walked back to the trunk of the car.

"If we'd just take the fucking Impala we'd be much better off," Sam muttered as he pulled the necessary equipment out of his bag.

"Sam, the Impala's trunk is for weapons, and you know it. Secondly, a smaller car like this is better anyway. Gives 'em less room to move around," Dean ended with a grin.

Sam smirked back at him, and opened the trunk. Dean fixed his gun on the creature inside as Sam pulled and shoved it out of the trunk, forcing it to stand upright. It was gagged, and bound with cuffs engraved with carefully researched words.

"Walk," Dean snarled, his eyes flashing black, and the creature gave him such a deathly glare that he would surely be dead if they hadn't rendered it powerless.

Sam shoved it in the back for good measure, and they walked into the big, dark building. They took the stairs down to the basement, knocking on the door five times.

"Come in," a raspy voice said from behind the door.

Sam and Dean made faces at each other before opening the door, shoving the bound creature through.

"Ah, hello boys," the smug, English bastard drawled. "Running a little late, aren't we?"

They shrugged. "This one was a bit difficult," Sam supplied. Dean rolled his eyes at him.

"Was he now?" Crowley said with a glint in his eye. He neared them, and Dean noticed there were still bloodstains on the white apron he wore over his suit.

He grabbed the creature by the collar, pulling it towards him. "Well, he won't be difficult for much longer."

Crowley turned to the brothers. "You're dismissed," he said carelessly, already pulling the creature along with him.

Dean cleared his throat. Crowley smiled bitterly. "Ah, yes. How could I forget."

He reached into the pocket of his apron, pulling out a bundle. Dean took the money with a nod, and they turned around, heading back up the stairs. When they were out of the building, Sam cleared his throat.

"You ever wonder what Crowley does to them?"

Yeah, he did. All the time. "Who cares. They're only angels."

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Back at home, Dean let himself fall onto the couch face-first. He was exhausted, doing business for Crowley always did that for him. Sam threw a cushion at his head.

"You want some grub, dude?"

Dean made a muffled noise.

"Is that a yes or a no?"

He raised his hand, giving Sam a thumbs-up. He could practically hear the eye-roll before Sam headed to the kitchen.

Eventually he flipped himself around, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. He reached into his pocket, re-counting the money. Five hundred. Not bad. Crowley's requests were becoming more and more frequent, so if they kept this up, they'd have it good in no time.

Not that they had it particularly bad. Well, not any worse than the others. Every demon had it bad. They were considered second-class citizens, not being worth more than dirt to the angels. And of course, the angels had all the power and control, seeing as how they considered themselves superior to every other creature in the world. He fucking hated the dicks, and he felt no remorse whatsoever that he was kidnapping a couple every week for Crowley to do whatever he did to them.

Special cuffs cut from angel blades with Enochian spells rendering them completely powerless, guns with bullets also made from angel blades, along with angel blade chains around their neck to refrain them from sending mental messages to their garrison. It wasn't much, but it was enough to overpower them long enough until they had reached Crowley.

Dean sat up, putting his feet up on the table and leaning back. Sam came in with two microwave pizza's, putting the plates on the table. Dean leaned forward, taking a bite from a still-hot pizza slice.

"Hey Dean, I think I'll go and visit Bobby tomorrow. Haven't seen him in ages. He might have some new useful Enochian spells."

"Yeah, sure. I need to get some shit and then I'll probably meet you there."

"So can I take the Impala or -"

"Don't be cute, Sammy."

Sam pouted and took an angry bite from his pizza slice.

"Remember to take all of the weapons and what not out of the car. The Host will probably be standing guard outside of town."

They'd undoubtedly have their fucking so-called 'Nettles' with them: iron clubs dipped in holy water and salt. Needless to say, they weren't a favourite among the demon citizens. Though they did appear to be a favourite among the angels.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Dean. I know how to handle the dicks."

Dean swallowed, and then gave him a forced grin. "You can never be too safe, Sam. You know that."

"What happened to Mom and Dad isn't going to happen to me," Sam said quietly.

"Eat your pizza," Dean snapped.

Sam sighed, doing as he was told and taking a bite from his slice. They sat in silence for a while, eating and watching TV. Dean stood up to get them some beers, and they both froze when they heard loud knocking on the door.

"This is The Host. Open up!"

Their eyes flashed black and Dean hissed quietly. "Fuck."

Sam's eyes were still black and wide. "Dean?"

The knocking returned, even more loudly this time. "I said open up! This is an order!"

Dean's brain finally caught up with him. "Sam, get the fuck out of here."

"What?"

"You heard me! Leave through the back door. Go to the Roadhouse, stay with Ellen till tomorrow. Then take the car to Bobby's and you stay there, you hear me? I'll be fine," he hissed frantically.

"No! Dean, I'm not -"

"This is not up for negotiation! Leave now!"

They both jumped when they heard the front door being kicked down. Sam took one last look at his brother.

"I'll come for you," he whispered, and before Dean could protest he sprinted to the back door as quietly as he could.

Dean sat back down quickly, trying to look casual as he stuffed some pizza into his mouth. He looked up with a raised eyebrow when a dark haired angel entered the room, wearing a long trench coat and holding a Nettle. Even without the silver badge and Nettle, Dean would have known it was an angel. He could smell those sons of bitches from a mile away.

"The hell are you doing in my house?" Dean said with his mouth full, seeing some bits of pizza fly onto the angel's coat with satisfaction.

The angel's face remained impassive as he stood before Dean.

"Don't speak unless spoken to, demon," he snarled, his voice surprisingly low.

Dean shrugged, taking another bite of pizza.

"Why didn't you open the door?" the angel then asked.

"I was eating pizza," the demon replied, gesturing to the pizza in front of him.

The angel's head leaned sideways, and he narrowed his blue – woah, really blue – eyes. "Two pizza's?"

Dean looked down at the two plates. "I was hungry. Why the hell are you here, anyway?"

The angel glared. "I ask the questions here." He paused, frowning as he answered the question then anyway. "We have received various reports of you kidnapping one of our own earlier this day. You are under arrest."

The angel grabbed Dean by the collar and pulled him up roughly. Before the demon even knew what was happening, iron cuffs were around his wrists and burning into his skin. Dean grunted as the angel leaned into his face, eyes narrowed once more.

"We know you have a partner. We will find him, don't you doubt that," he hissed, and Dean's eyes flashed black and he spat in the angel's face.

The angel growled, touching the Nettle ever so gently against Dean's bare arm, making the skin smoke and burn and Dean let out an involuntary yell.

"You son of a bitch," he hissed, eyes still black as he leaned his head back against the wall.

"No more talking, or you'll feel the sting of the Nettle some more," the angel snapped, pulling and shoving the demon through the front door.

Dean knew what was coming but he still wasn't prepared for it – one minute they were standing in the dark street in front of his house, the next minute everything was white. Dean squinted as he tried to look around the completely white building, his eyes and wrists burning.

The angel marched him through the building, prodding him briefly with the Nettle whenever Dean felt his legs give from the dizziness and pain.

Finally, they entered a small room with a table and two chairs. The angel sat him down in one.

"Naomi will see you now. Any bad behaviour will not be tolerated and immediately punished," he said curtly.

Dean turned around, glaring at him. "I'm not some kind of fucking animal, you douchebag."

The angel frowned, but before he could retort the door opened and a female angel with a tight red bun and a grey suit walked in. She smiled at Dean, and it reminded him of a shark. She sat down in the chair opposite him, with the other angel still standing next to his chair.

"Demon. What do you call yourself?" she said with a condescending smile.

Dean cleared his throat. "Guy."

The angel – Naomi, he remembered – raised an eyebrow. "Last name?"

"Pal."

"So.. your name is Guy Pal," Naomi said, her face souring. "Castiel, run an identity test."

Suddenly, Dean felt the other angel's hand on his head, but before he could struggle it was gone again.

"Dean Winchester. Demon. 30 years. Son of John and Mary Winchester, both deceased, elder sibling of Samuel Winchester."

"Thank you, Castiel," Naomi smiled. "Hello, Dean Winchester."

Dean swallowed. He was so screwed.

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