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I didn't like this chapter, so I redid it somewhat. Cuz it did NOT make sense at ALL.

Disclaimer:

I don't own Sam, Dean or the Flock, who I'm trying to find a way to incorporate into the story. I'm trying, I'm trying.

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Sam and Dean watched as the two figures disappeared into the sky.

"C'mon!" Dean said, digging the keys to the Impala out of the pocket of his jeans. "We gotta follow them."

"Are you sure you want to get involved in this, Dean?" Sam asked him, his stride covering the distance between the door of the room and the passenger side of the car. "It seems pretty personal."

Dean looked at his brother hard. "That kid just expelled a demon by himself. Have you ever heard of that happening before?" He said as they swung into the car and turned the key. "It's not like taking off your pants at night, man."

Sam swiveled his head around to look at Dean. "I know." He said, remembering when one of the Demon's children had forced him to kill another hunter. And almost Jo, Bobby, and Dean.

"Well…yeah." Dean said awkwardly as the engine roared to life and Dean steered the car into he direction that Man and Fang were flying. "I just want to make sure that that kid is actually excised. And find out how the hell he did it."

"Good point." Sam conceded and rolled down his window to keep watch on the two figures slicing through the sky.

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"Fang! Fang! Come back!" Max screamed after her companion for all her life. He was the one that had been with her through the Whitecoats' torture, through the cages, through the Erasers snapping at their heels. He had been there, supporting her. Now he was running from the pain he had almost caused.

"Stay away from me, Max!" Fang bellowed over one shoulder, flying faster.

"Okay, that does it." Max said, and her surroundings started to blur as she put on a burst of her freakish flying speed.

Fang suddenly found himself face to face with Max. She grabbed both of his upper arms in an iron grip. He tried to shake her off, but her hands held him.

"Listen to me!" She yelled, and he stopped fighting, leaving them in complete silence, save for their wing beats as they slowly started to sink to the ground. "It was not. Your. Fault." She looked deep into his eyes. "It was a demon. You need to stop blaming yourself because we got something looming on the horizon. Something wants Angel. I can't allow it to take her and I can't have you standing there blaming yourself for something you didn't do."

Fang stood looking at her for what seemed like eternity after their feet touched the ground They seemed to be in the middle of a park. They still stood as still as statues, with Max still gripping Fang's arms.

Then, for the first time in her short, horrible life, she saw a single tear escape from the corner of Fang's eye.

"Max…I…" He started to speak but words failed him.

"Fang, you. didn't. do. it." She said firmly.

Fang stood for a moment, and then wrapped his lithe arms around Max. Max hugged him back.

"I don't know what I would do…without…" Fang's voice waved only slightly as he trailed off, but he drew a shuddering breath from Max's hair.

Max sighed. "I know." She breathed into his shoulder, "Believe me, I know."

They broke apart as they heard the Impala roar into a street adjoining the park. The Winchesters got out and strode over to them.

"What just happened?" dean said as they came up to Max and Fang, who was completely dry-eyed once more.

"I expelled the Demon." Fang said. "Can't you do that?"

"It's unheard of" Sam answered.

"Hold your hand out for a sec." Dean said, as he dug the holy water flask out of his pocket.

"Why? What's in there?" Max asked.

"Holy water. It's just a test. If there's no Demon in him, then his hand will just get a little wet." Dean said as he unscrewed the cap.

Fang held his hand out. Dean sprinkled a few drops into his open hand. The drops beaded innocently.

"Wow." Dean said.

"What?!?" Fang said, shaking his hand free of the water.

"I have never heard of someone shaking off a demonic possession before. There's just no way." Sam said in disbelief.

"There might be one way." Fang said quietly. All heads turned to him.

"Well," Fang began, "The school did all kinds of things to us, right? I mean, they never told us and we sure as hell never found out what they did."

"Mm-hmm" Max murmured, not trusting herself to open her mouth so that she wouldn't throw up.

"Well, what if they did something that had a…deeper…effect." Fang said, laying his palm on his chest.

"You mean those guys in that lab…they messed with your…soul?" Dean clarified.

"My God, that would take nothing short of…" Sam started.

"…hardcore spell work." Dean finished.

"Why would they do something like that?" Max asked.

"Desperation." Fang answered.

"What?" Dean asked.

"We weren't the first experiments that the School screwed around with. They did hundreds of experiments with human DNA. We're just the first ones that have worked." Max answered.

"Worked?" Sam said.

"Lived past the infancy stage." Fang said.

Sam and Dean shuddered.

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Man, I sure hope this works.

I mean, this is a very well, planned story and I know EXACTLY WHAT I'M DOING!!!

Well, I know somewhat what I'm doing.

Keep on keepin' on

-Gold