They were escorted to the local sheriff's office in five point restraints. Inside the department was the sheriff himself, one other officer and a lone receptionist that looked at them like they were the Anti-Christ. Henricksen must have told them some good stories. Dean nodded to the girl as they walked by.

"We're not the ones you should be afraid of Nancy." He read off her nametag.

Apparently they even cleared out the jail cell just for them, wasn't that special? They were starting to feel like real celebrities.

Dean sighed as the door clanked shut. "How are we gonna Houdini out of this one?"

"Good question."

"I call dibs when we catch up to Bela." Kayla noted.

"I'll hold her down for you."

"Not necessary."

Henricksen walked in and stood at the door, just looking at them for a minute before speaking.

"You want to know what I'm trying to decide?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "I don't know, whether Cialis will help you with your little condition?"

It didn't phase him. "What to have for dinner tonight. Steak, or lobster. What the hell? Surf and turf. I got a lot to celebrate, I mean, after all, seeing you guys sitting here in chains…"

"You kinky son of a bitch, we don't swing that way."

"Now that's funny."

He wouldn't let him dig too much on his ego. "I wouldn't bust out the melted butter just yet. Couldn't catch us at the bank, couldn't keep us in that jail."

"But I'm ready this time. Ready like a court order to keep you in a super max in Nevada until your trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell so small that between you and me…probably unconstitutional."

"Good luck with that." Kayla scoffed.

"For the record, you could probably get off pretty easy if you played victim." She folded her arms and didn't look at him. "Happens all the time, girl brainwashed by the charm of some convict…gets roped into an addictive relationship."

She smirked. "Well you got the addictive part right."

"I hope you guys are enjoying your time together because after tonight, you won't see each other again. Come on Dean, where's that smug smile now?"

He shook his head. "You got the wrong guys."

"Right, 'cause you fight monsters." They looked up as the sound of a chopper filled the room. "Surf and turf time." He went back into the office.

Dean cleared his throat. "This is gonna be fine."

"Yeah." She agreed flatly.

Another man came through the door, shutting it behind him. They didn't recognize him. He approached the cell with a grin and put his hands on his hips.

"Gosh it's good to meet you guys. I'm Deputy Director Steven Groves. It's a real pleasure."

Dean stood up. "Wish we could say the same."

"I've waited a long time for you to come out of the woodwork." In a move no one saw coming, he pulled a silenced pistol and fired into the cell, first hitting Dean through the shoulder before Sam grabbed for the gun.

"Kayla!"

She ran over and wrestled the gun away as Sam held his hands through the bars; the man's eyes went black. "Shit."

But Sam didn't hesitate. He started rapidly reciting the exorcism in Latin but before he could finish, the demon gave in.

"Sorry I gotta cut this short, it's gonna be a long night." Black smoke streamed out of his mouth with a violent yell and his body collapsed motionless on the floor.

"Dean?" But before she could check him the officers and Henricksen stormed the door, barking orders. It didn't look good.

"Put the gun down!"

"They shot him!"

"No no!" Sam defended them quickly. "We didn't shoot him, here, please don't shoot." He slid the gun out of the cell. "Check the body, there's no blood, no bullet. We did not shoot him."

"He shot me!" Dean snapped.

They checked the body and didn't find a wound to cause the death.

"Start talking or I shoot!" Henricksen demanded.

"He was possessed." Sam answered gently, not really expecting him to believe it.

"Possessed, right. Fire up the chopper, we're taking them out."

"Yeah, do that!"

They radioed the helicopter but didn't get an answer. Everyone who wasn't in handcuffs went to check out the situation and Kayla peeled his jacket back.

"That's a lot of blood."

"That's not comforting, patch me up."

"Kind of hard, I don't carry a first aid kit in my bra."

"Can I check?"

Sam dug through his pockets and pulled out some fast food napkins. "This is all I've got."

"It'll have to do for now." She put pressure on the wound and he hissed. "Don't be a baby."

"So what's the plan?" Henricksen's voiced came from outside the cell. "Kill everyone in the station and bust you two out?"

They looked at him blankly. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your psycho friends out there, I'm talking about a bloodbath."

Dean grimaced. "I promise you, whoever is out there, is not here to help us."

Kayla released some of the pressure but kept her eyes on the wound. "You got that right. We're fricken' sitting ducks in here."

"You gotta believe us, everyone in here is in terrible danger."

But he wasn't buying Sam either.

"You should be more afraid of me than whoever's out to get you."