As if that was a sign, there was pounding at the door. Sam and Dean exchanged glances. "Oh crap..." Dean looked around. "Does this place have a backdoor?" Luna nodded. "Then that will be covered." he concluded. "There's a cellar.." Luna offered. "Can you see the entrance from the outside?" She shook het head. "Perfect!" Sam, Dean and Cas huddled together, quietly discussing strategy. "Winchesters! What happened to the King? He told us to come looking for him if he hadn't checked in within twenty." Dean called out: "How should I know? He's not here. Maybe he's fallen off the wagon!" This was met with cries of outrage, and Dean smirked. "Look, I'll gladly fight you lot, but we've got civillians here. Can we let them go?" The demons guffawed. "Guess that's a no." Dean sarcastically stated. In the mean time, Cas had poofed away and Sam had snuck out the cellar. "I'm going to kick all of your asses, and you won't know what hit you." One demon was smarter than the rest, and it called: "You keep saying 'I'. Is your little brother not in today?" Dean winked at Luna again. "Guess we have the smart kid with us today! You stay put, you hear me?" Luna shook her head. "I'm out!" she whispered and morphed into her catform. "Smart kid." Dean smiled. A new idea formed in his head. "Abigail, Luna, go, out the cellar." he hissed. Both dog and cat scarpered. "Hey, you black eyed..demons." Dean cringed, it sounded soooo lame. "Bet you can't find me!" he yelled, and dashed through the cellar and outside, before the demons crashed though the door. 'Sorry, Abigail. I owe you a new front door.' He saw Sam and Cas standing in the trees surrounding a nearby clearing, and ran towards them. Inwardly, Dean was glad that he, Sam and Cas had been through so much together. They accepted changes of plan without a hitch. Dean halted, smack dab in the middle of the clearing. "Hey!" he yelled. "Told ya you couldn't find me!" The demons filed out the busted door again and before he could blink, Dean was surrounded by about seven of them. "Well now, couldn't handle me alone? You had to bring so much friends?" Dean scoffed and he pulled out his Kurd knife. "You're not scared of me, are you?" The demons grinned and closed in.

Suddenly, two of them lit up from the inside, as Cas put his hands on their skulls and smote them. Two more suddenly faceplanted when Sam swiped their feet from under them. Dean used the distraction to slit the throat of one more, before planting the knife into one of the two Sam swiped. The other rolled away just in time, but Sam punched it to keep it down. One thing she forgot: as a girl, her musclepower was much less than she was used to. The demon sported a beautifully broken nose, but he remained consious. It grinned evily, hit Sam around the temple, and she went down. "Sam!" Dean hollered and threw the demon that had clung on to his back, over his head, stabbing it in succession. Cas had killed his last demon and popped up behind the demon, that now stradled Sam's unconsious body. He smote it without blinking. Dean landed on his knees next to his unconsious brother. "Shit Sammy." he said when he saw the matted blood in her hair. His voice trembled. "It is going to be fine, Dean. I will heal Sam. We might need him... Her. One got away to warn others. There are more coming." Dean growled like a wounded animal. "Let them come... I'm ready. You get Sammy and the other ladies to the motel. I'll follow in Baby." Cas put a hand on his shoulder. "Dean..." He looked at his best friend and patted the hand on his shoulder. "I'll be fine, Cas. Trust me. I've got a plan and not one of these... demons will get away to tell anything." His green eyes were as hard as the gems they often got compared to, and Cas knew Dean meant business. He was on the warpath. "Allright, Dean. But please be careful. Sam and I do not wish to lose you, again." Dean smiled a crooked smile and Cas smiled back. "Abigail, Luna, come, we will wait for Dean at the motel." The cat and dog trotted to his side and he picked them up, an unconsious Sam slung over his shoulder. "Don't be long. Sam will want to know you are ok." Dean tossed his knife from one hand to the other. "Come on, go, you big... angel." Cas smiled and was gone. Dean could hear the next wave of demons creep nearer. "We saw the angel leave, Winchester. You're all alone now..." Dean did a quick count and smiled grimly. "Oh yeah? Is that why you brought even more of your... kind this time? I'm starting to think you are scared of me." The demons circled him and it looked like they were definitely on the winning side this time. The demon that got away the first time stood back a little, ready to have Dean slaughter every one of his companions before smoking out again. " Dean caught it's eye and grinned, making the smug look on it's face slide off. "You know, I'm 100% certain that this time, not one of you will get that chance to get more friends... You maggots!" Dean spat out the last two words, glad to finally be able to cuss again. The demon blinked, unsure what just happened. Within two seconds it understood, as it started to shrink and transform. Grinning like a pumpkin, Dean picked up the dozen maggots that slithered around the clearing and put them on the birdfeeder tray in Abigail's yard. He started walking towards his beloved Baby, whistling as he went. Just once did he look back, only to see two Bluejays and a Magpie picking away at the feeder.