"Now , just hold on...we don't know for sure you did this.." Dean rubbed his hand across his face, still not really certain if he believed himself, "I mean nobody witnessed it and you, well, you weren't exactly yourself."

"Dean, come on...look around." Sam began to stand to his feet.

"No. He probably wants it to look this way -to throw us off. Look around...there's got to be something." he paused and looked at Sam who hadn't moved from where he was standing."Well, start looking."

"No, Dean. I mean, it's bad enough that it looks like I did this, but I can't leave a string of fingerprints behind as well..."

"Well, I'll look then." Dean started rumaging around looking for anything that might prove Sam's innoccence. When he came near to Joseph's body, he noticed something. "What's this?" he asked pulling back the kid's blood soaked shirt.

"What?" Sam asked flatly still not moving from his innitial spot to observe what Dean had found.

"This...look..." Dean pointed at the dead boy's chest. There were all too familiar deep claw marks on the body and Dean winced painfully at the memory. Dean swallowed hard. Not only were the claw marks gruesome enough...it appeared as though the kid's heart had been ripped from his chest. "He did the same thing to this kid that he had intended for me when dad was possessed."

"What's that?" Sam asked in somewhat of a careless attitude.

Dean stood up and turned to him, "Look, smartass. Are you still possessed or something? You didn't kill Miseman. The demon did it without you laying a hand on him."

Sam eyes flashed yellow again, " Well, you figured it out kid."

Dean stepped back and his breath hitched slightly, "You son of a bitch!"

The Demon grinned evily "Well, I could stay and rip you apart, but I have other things to attend to...like getting back to torturing daddy. Better luck next time, kid."

Sam fell to his knees, head arched back, as the dark cloud billowed from him. It seeped through the wall and vanished. When it had ended, Sam gasped for air and looked around, before locking eyes with his brother's.

"Dean? What the hell is going on?"

"Come on. We need to get out of here. NOW." Dean ordered heading for the stairs.

They stopped at a gas station on the out skirts of town and Sam went to the restrooms on the backside of the building to clean up.

Back in the car and on the road, Sam finally decided now was the time to pry Dean for information. Neither had spoken for most of ten miles and Sam was a little tired of it.

"You didn't really tell me what happened back there."

"You were possessed. Miseman's dead. What's to know?"

"I was possessed? By the demon? Why didn't you kill the damn thing!"

"And how was I supose to do that, Sammy, we don't have the Colt. Remember?"

"Well, you could have improvised."

"How? A little holy water..some Latin? We know how well that worked last time. Look, it doesn't matter. What matters is you are still alive. We'll figure out something and we'll kill the damn thing next time we face it. We'll be better prepared."

"Next time?"

"Next time."

"Dean, is there something you aren't telling me here?"

Dean cranked the music up and with jaw set, punched the accelerator.

THE END