A/N: Bliss wanted to know more detail about how the boys "hunted". I have no idea how to work that into the story (and believe me I tried). So in honor of the lovely Bliss (my favorite reviewer ever), I will share their methods in this note. They switch off choosing victims, one per city. Sometimes they go after someone special (like Henricksen) but usually it's who ever catches their eye. After the victim is chosen, Dean stalks them for a few days, learning their schedule. While Dean is doing his stalking thing, Sam is researching. Sam is trying to find the best "kill zone" in the area. He wants something abandoned and remote so they won't have to worry about gags, Dean likes to hear the screams. Once they figure out who and where they put a plan into action. Dean acquires the victim by drugs, charm, or brute force, and Sam sets up their "playground". Each set up changes slightly depending on victim, available resources, and mostly their mood. Two things never change though, Dean's favorite knife and Sam's love of fire. All of their victims are either stabbed or burned, sometimes both. After the boys are done "playing", they clean their equipment, pack it into what ever car they've stolen and head back out on the road. I hope that answered your questions. Thank you for the reviews.
A/N 2: I haven't finished writing the next chapter yet but I will try to get it up by October 6th. Remember reviews are love, and if you have any questions feel free to ask.
Disclaimer: I don't own. If I did own…well lets just say you can't show what I'd do to them on TV.
He had been chasing them for years. Every time he got close, just as he was about to spring the trap, they slipped away. He lost two marriages to the hunt. Now, he didn't even bother with a personal life. Capturing Sam and Dean Winchester was his life. He was starting to get odd looks from his colleagues. Even his partner said he needed distance from the case. So here he was on "vacation", a polite word for mandatory leave. His bosses thought he snapped when the Winchesters escaped from Super-Max. He snorted to himself as he stumbled to his feet and headed out the door. Super- Max what a lie. He was fumbling with his car keys when he felt an intense pressure around his throat. As darkness rushed for him a familiar and terrifying voice whispered in his ear "Miss me Henricksen?"
A frightening grin stretched the corners of Dean's mouth as he watched Henricksen struggle against his bonds.
"Not so fun when you're the one in chains is it" he said anger lacing every word.
"We've got something special planned" the creepy sing-song echoed in the darkness as Sam slipped into the light.
"You see" Dean continued "I usually enjoy raping guys, they never expect it. But you… you put my little brother in danger. I wouldn't soil myself with you."
"But I would" Sam smiles as he forces the red hot poker past Henricksen's anal ring and deep into his gut.
Hours later, when the screaming stopped, as they made love next to the agent's quickly cooling body Dean gently feathers a kiss onto Sammy's brow. No one messes with my baby brother.