Thanks guys so far for the reviews, I didn't expect this many already. I feel overwhelmed and undeserving, so I hope that I can make your interest in this worth it. I edited the first chapter a little, not much, just the typos and changed a few paragraphs a bit. Nothing new really. Hopefully it'll just read a bit better in some places. I should point out too that I'm quite English. I try to stick to American English as best as I can but sometimes I may slip and use English slang and if I do, just let me know and I'll edit. 3:

This chapters layout is a bit different to the first, I hope you guys enjoy it though. I wanted to show the Winchesters psychotic sides a bit more. Not much mention of 'The Angel'. I'm a lover of a slow pace, please be warned. Thanks again for reading guys. Oh yeah and I still hate the title so if anyone has any other suggestion, please just let me know. I seriously just draw a blank on titles.


Three nights later in Black Water Ridge Dean is starting to regret this little plan a bit. It sounded great in his head but then they arrived in Black Water Ridge and the weather turned foul. Guess he sometimes loses track of the months and the end of October in Colorado isn't exactly Costa del fricking Sol. The wind is howling, the rain is smashing down, it's dark as sin and Sam is currently giving him death glares.

Sure, they're a little bit stranded out in the middle of nowhere in the forest with some stolen tent that is barely holding itself up in the high winds and with trickles of rain seeping in from every crack and hole and Dean can feel water and mud right up to his underwear and Sam will just still not stop fucking scowling at him.

"Sam, don't start."

His brother just continues to stare at him, one eye even twitching with apparent fury and lips a thin line of pure bitchiness.

He glares back because it's not like he can say anything to make the rain go away.

"Dean.." His brother begins.

"Will you just drop it Sam? We're stuck here till morning ok. I can't change that now. Let's just get on with this and not get at each other throats." He interjects.

Sam takes a big deep breath and Dean knows its coming, knows the bitch fest is going to start blah blahing its way out of his brother's enormous gob.

"Dean, you've done some pretty stupid things over the years but I think this really takes the cake. I mean, that thing in Jericho was bad enough, though ok it was sorta fun, but now this? Driving all day and night to get back to this swamp just because some freaky killer winked on a security cam? I know you've lost your touch a bit with women Dean but this is just beyond desperate."

"I said.. Shut your fucking mouth SAM!" Dean roars and before he knows it, he is bolting up from the sodden tent floor diving towards his brother, fist raised as he jabs the brute in the stomach. Sam, never one to back out of a fight is quick to land a punch into the side of Dean's face, knocking him off to the ground and the feeling of more water and sludge soaking into his jeans just serves to piss him off even more. Shaking his head, he rises up pulling his arm back ready to thump that stupid look off his brother's dumb ugly face when suddenly broken sobbing and sniffles stop him mid action and he looks behind him to the corner of the tent where the two tied up teenagers are currently trying to huddle together as best they can.

All anger leaving him, he drops his fist and walks slowly half huddled over to the teens.

"Aww Sammy, you know we shouldn't fight in front of the children. They're worried that daddy is going to beat up mommy." He jokes as he kneels in front of the crying couple.

"Bite me Dean." Comes the stormy response from Sam. Apparently his brother is still a bit pissed at him. Well, no surprise there really.

"Are you going to get that satellite phone recording Sam or should I bite off little Jamie's fingers here until he tells us how it works?" As Dean talks he reaches towards the boys bound hands and brings them towards his face then opens his mouth wide as if he's ready to chomp down on the guys digits. He then can't help but giggle when the boy practically trembles and wails loudly into the dirty rags the brothers stuffed into his and the girls mouths to keep them quiet.

Dropping the kids hands he smiles crookedly at the whimpering pair before addressing his brother again.

"Well Sam? You're meant to be the techno one here."

"I don't know EVERY model Dean. This is some new high-tech thing. How is it I can find the guys hidden folder of porn on here before I can actually find how to work the damn video shooting?"

Dean's smile grows wider as he regards the young guy again. Seems Jamie's been a dirty boy and here he is with the sweet angelic looks of an angel. Not Dean's kind of angel of course. But with Jamie's short cropped blonde and pale grey eyes he looks like he just stepped off the choir bus to greet his equally pure looking girlfriend with her thick waves if long red hair and summery blue eyes.

"Jamie Jamie Jamie.. I'm guessing you haven't taken sweet Lucy camping to see the stars and count the birds or something. Be honest with you though Jamie, I don't think she's the type to put out really. Looks a bit frigid to me. Are you frigid Lucy?" He regards the girl carefully as she just continues to shiver and sob bent forward into her tied up legs.

What a disappointing reaction Dean thinks. He sighs smoothly, all for show before turning back to the boy who is watching him, all big wet eyes and snot dribbling into the grimy rag. It's quite a disgusting sight really.

"Now Jamie, would you please tell my Sasquatch of a brother exactly how your damn cell works? We got a video we need to get to the news stations and we don't have time for him to be a dumbass here."

He smiles as he removes the cloth from the boys mouth, listening to Sam mumble unintelligently behind his back, likely cursing Dean to the pits of Hell.

"Why-Why are you doing this? Pl-Please let us go." Jamie's little voice croaks and Dean has to smile more because this is getting fun again. Removing his gun from the back of his jeans he points the barrel directly against Jamie's forehead enjoying how the kids mouth shakes and his lips wobble uselessly as they try to form words he can't quite voice.

Quick as a flash Dean removes the gun from Jamie's temple, leaving a little o shape where he was pressing the barrel heavy into the kids brow and pulls his arm back, gun raised and then brings his arm forward again fast, clocking the kid on the side of his face with the metal of the handgun.

Jamie falls to the floor from the force, a small gash of blood already leaking from his cheek due to the strike and starts sobbing louder while the girl starts whimpering more herself and trying to curl her body as tightly together as possible, head sinking into her knees further.

"Oh Jamie Jamie Jamie.." Dean starts as he grabs the kid by the arm and yanks him back up into a sitting position. A quick check to make sure the teens ankles and wrists are still bound tight and Dean smiles again wickedly placing both his palms on Jamie's shoulders.

"If I wanted you to beg for your pathetic life I would have told you to. Now unless you want a bullet in that thick skull of yours I suggest you don't open your mouth again unless it's to help Sammy over there."

The answer he gets is a series of bumbling unstable nods from Jamie's head.

"It's ok Dean I've found it. I'm just gonna start recording now dude." Sam states from behind him.

Dean looks back to his brother quickly to see Sam getting into position, phone raised pointing towards Dean and the tied up couple.

A teasing smile touches Dean's lips and he removes his hands from Jamie and scoots over to the small gap between the pair.

"Budge up sweetheart, daddy wants a seat." The girl, bless her, tries to fling herself partially into the tent material once Dean's words reach her ears.

"Whoa whoa Lucy, this tent is barely stable. You trying to knock the whole thing over?" Dean says as he flops himself carelessly between the kids and lifts his arms placing each one playfully into the neck crooks of the couple and drags the girl back against his body before squeezing his arms against their shoulders pretending to hug the pair of them.

"Well this is fun isn't it guys? Smile for the camera! No? Just going to sit there and tremble more? How dull." Dean looks at Sam briefly noticing the giant grin his brother is wearing. Seems Sam has finally chilled the fuck out. He looks back into the camera smiling brighter himself now.

"Hello my name is Dean and I'm an alcoholic.. Wait, no. That's from my other meeting. Let me try again. My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women".

Not murdering angels, not murdering angels..

"Let me introduce you to my two little friends. Now guys say your names to the camera, full names please. It'll make it much easier for the Sheriffs department."

He tugs the cloth away from the girls mouth so she can talk and turns his head towards her just in time to see her inhale deeply and he knows what's coming, knows it like he knew Sam was going to bitch at him a few minutes back. She's going to scream and Lord does she scream. It's like a damn banshee and Dean's pretty sure that she's managed to pierce one of his ear drums and the bitch is gonna pay for that.

He jams the dirty rag back into her mouth as she keeps trying to scream, the sound now blissfully muffled by the fabric.

"Lucy, sweetheart.." Not even trying to keep the anger out of voice now, he goes on.

"I'm not above hitting women when they really PISS me off, so just remember that if you want to try and scream again. We're out in the middle of no nowhere doll. No one but the deer and cute bunny rabbits are going to hear you and all you'll do is scare them the fuck off. Right. Ok? I'm going to take this rag out again and you better keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet unless you really want to see me angry."

A lot slower this time he removes the cloth and observes her reaction carefully. She bites her bottom lip, teeth chattering against the skin there and he's satisfied that she'll be quiet now.

He twists his head back round to the boy and sees that the lad's attention isn't even on Dean or the girlfriend who Dean just threatened with violence. Jamie's eyes are squarely fixed on the little tent zipper, the zipper currently closed against the wind and rain, the zipper that Jamie likely thinks will lead to his freedom.

"Jamie.." Dean says calmly.

The teen practically squeaks on being caught out and he shifts his terrified damp eyes back to Dean but doesn't dare speak. At least this kid learnt that lesson quickly, unlike the girl.

"If you want to make a run for it then by all means try." Dean announces while regarding how Jamie's eye flash to the zipper again.

"You should know though that I'm a damn good shot and even with you trying to hop out of here kangaroo style, I'm pretty sure I can still lodge a bullet directly into the base of you spine. It'll hurt something awful and you'll be instantly paralysed of course. If I hit it jusssst right though then you won't even pass out straight away. You'll just lay there, unable to move, unable to defend yourself when I start to tear your skin and muscles and fat away from your torso with my bare teeth. So if you want to test how good my shooting is then by all means, get up."

Needless to say the boy doesn't move, he barely even breathes.

"Right kids, so where was I? Oh yeah, names for the cameras please. You first Jamie." He orders while nudging the boy in the shoulder with his palm.

"Ja-Ja-Jamie Thompson." The kid splatters out as fresh tears leak out of his reddening eyes.

"Good, now you doll face."

"Lu-Lu-cy.." She barely gets out in a hoarse whisper before she appears to lose control and wails into her knees again. Guess the bitch shouldn't have wasted all that energy screaming to no one.

"Lucy what? Lucy Liu? Lucy Lawless? Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds?" Come on what is it?" Dean starts to bellow.

"Lu-Lucy Connors!" She cries out.

"See, was that really so hard Lucy? Don't answer that, it'll take too long. So yeah that's us all introduced. Oh I forgot you Sammy. Say hi to the camera quickly."

He watches Sam pull back the camera and turn it on himself while pulling an enormous cheesy toothy grin and lifting his free hand to form a thumbs up sign for the camera. Dean can't help but chuckle to himself at that, then the camera is back facing him and he squeezes the teens shoulders again almost enthusiastically.

"What time is it Sam?" He asks calmly.

"Nearly 3am." Sam replies just as neutrally.

Dean looks towards the tent roof for a moment, listening to the weather outside.

"The rain and wind is lighting up now. Think we should get this over with?"

Sam gives him a wide grin before answering.

"No time like the present Dean."

Dean just grins back at him, and its times like this that he loves his brother, when they're just lazily chatting about the prospect of killing people.

"You take the girl, I take the boy?" As soon as Dean says that the girl starts screaming again, eyes bulging madly. He removes his arm from Jamie who appears to be too shocked to move and touches Lucy on the knee softly, still crowding her with his other arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"Shh shh I know Lucy. I'd be scared too at the idea of that giant on me. But don't worry, I don't mean he's going to take you in THAT way, that should be some comfort in death right?"

Lucy locks her panicked eyes to his then, her mouth mimicking a fishes, all words apparently dying in her throat. She fails to notice Sam heading over, crouching his huge frame low in the tent, camera still on, still recording everything and when she finally does notice and turns her small eyes in his direction, it's to find the barrel of a gun staring down her face. Her mouth opens wider, perhaps to scream once more but she never gets that far, because Sam is pulling the trigger and the bullet shuts her up forever before she can start.

Blinking the blood out of his eyes Dean moves his hands off the girl and her body slumps unceremoniously against the damp flooring. He turns sharply to Jamie, who appears to be in some state of shock, his leaking eyes fixated on the body of the girl he was hoping to know intimately tonight, nose dribbling snot into his gaping mouth and all down his chin.

Dean just nonchalantly removes the knife he keeps strapped to his ankle, keeping his keen eyes on the boys. Perhaps sensing the danger before him, Jamie blinks his focus back onto Dean his eyes just as panicked as Lucy's were moments ago and that's when Dean swipes his knife across the kids exposed throat, never taking his gaze away from the grey eyes as he listens to the boy gurgle uselessly and as his bound wrists lift pointlessly to try and stop the strong flow of blood from leaving his body. It's all for nothing though and within seconds the boys body slumps backward to the ground to join the girls.

A moments silence before Sam cool as ever after killing speaks up.

"So.. Should we whizz on them or something?"

Dean snaps his head up to his brother.

"Whizz on them? Jeeze, what the fuck is wrong with your Sammy?" He gets up frowning then rubs the blood lingering on his skin against his jeans.

"Come on, turn that thing off now. You need to mail it off then we gotta split before any rangers make some morning treks."

"Yeah yeah Dean. Let me jus-" Sam stops, one finger poised on the phone, eyes bulging slightly, mouth wide.

"What Sammy? Please don't tell me that it didn't record. Please do not tell me that!" Dean stresses as he moves to Sam's side to look down at the phone screen.

Then his brother is bent double, laughing much too loudly for Deans liking.

"Oh man Dean, your face. That's just priceless." Sam grins as his laughter continues.

"Oh please don't tell me that it didn't record Sammy! Oh no!" Sam mimics in between more bouts of chuckling.

"You're a jackass Sam!" He says a little angrily as he shoves Sam's big shoulders.

The laughter eases up and Sam stands up again, as straight as the tent will allow and wipes his eyes, still smiling rather happily.

"Don't worry dude, I stopped recording. So your angel won't get to see you making a fool of yourself."

Dean swallows and chooses to ignore his brother.

"Just get it sent to those news station emails you wrote down." Dean says rather sourly as he glances around the tent, making sure they haven't dropped anything.

"Yeah yeah I'm doing it now Dean, keep your panties on."

Still ignoring his brothers attempts to aggravate him further, Dean opens the tent flap a little to poke his head out. The coast seems clear in the darkness and thankfully the rain has stopped fully, the wind is still a little forceful but that'll only affect Sam's ridiculously floppy hair so Dean can't exactly be upset about that.

He closes the flap again and grabs one of the kids flashlights from the floor, making sure it works quickly before stuffing it into his pocket. That'll be useful on the walk back to the car.

"Anddd sent." Sam concludes.

"Right good. Now lets get out of here in case any of them contact the Ranger Station quicker than we thought."

One last look around the tent for any weapons they may have dropped and then he and Sam are exiting it, out into the pitch black forest. Sam drops the cell phone behind him back into the tent, its purpose served. Neither of them bothers to look back at the dead teenagers.

"Bobby's?" Sam asks as they make their way across the mucky woodlands.

"Bobby's." Dean agrees with a nod of his head before he gets the flashlight out, flicks it on and the brothers make a slippery long trek out of the forest to where the Impala is waiting patiently in a clearing.

If Dean is thinking about The Angel and his reaction to the video he and his brother just made he certainly doesn't tell Sam that.