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Okay, this chapter was a lot easier to write. I do have to say though that I do not condone the hitting of women (especially as I am a woman) and I hope I don't offend anyone in this chapter. No Winchesters were harmed physically in the making of this chapter though I can't say anything about their emotional states. Also, I've wrote this chapter so it could kind of occur after the 'Hunted' episode - so it might have a spoiler in for anyone who hasn't seen it or read about it (and the secret).

A quick reminder – I do not own Supernatural or anything to do with the show and if I did I would know what's so important about that necklace (it's killing me here).

Anyway, I will get started on the next chapter A.S.A.P.

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11. The Exorcist

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The next morning was spent preparing. Searching the local areas for small abandoned buildings or just quiet out of the way huts – somewhere where no questions would be asked if screams, shouts and Latin incantations were to be heard. This is what took the majority of their time.

They had found two possible places – when they went to inspect the first they found it to be a teen hideout where two teens were currently making out. Dean had found this highly amusing, unable to contain his childish laughter. Sam however had simply rolled his eyes and stared at his brother intently, silently telling him that he was embarrassing.

The second place was much better, more secluded and it looked like no one had been there for a while. The only problem was psychological and though neither brother would admit it, the place reminded them of the hut the demon had taken them to when it had possessed their father.

Psychological issues aside, the place would be perfect. Therefore the next step was to secure it. Usual precautions against supernatural attacks, salt at the entry ways and stuff like that. Then they set the place up, got everything ready for the exorcism – just like they remembered it from Meg's exorcism, just like Dean remembered from the crossroads. They still had the book, and they paid attention to every tiny detail.

And when the afternoon rolled in, the boys were on their way to Riverton Edge.

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"So how are we going to get her there?" Sam asked, they were parked up near the Dodge House.

"Knock her out." Dean said simply.

"What?"

"You're gonna punch her and knock her out cold."

"But Dean, she's a woman."

"No, she's a woman being possessed by a demon."

"Why do I have to do it?"

"'Cause I don't want to."

"'Cause she's a woman?"

"Okay, yeah! 'Cause she's a woman. Well what do you suggest we do then, college boy?"

"We could pose as cops."

"Two problems with that - one, she'll scream bloody murder and tell her husband we're fake and two, how would Nora explain what happened when we're done?"

In the end it took five rounds of 'rock, paper, scissors' to decide who would be the one to knock Nora out. Dean won. Of course Dean won – he could read his little brother too well. Sam thought too much about it – thought too much about what Dean would think he was choosing and then he would choose the remaining one, but Dean would have thought about that, so he would go with what he originally chose. Two times out of the five, Sam actually won. Dean had felt sorry for him but what Sammy didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

They looked at the time. Kids would probably be in school, or at least that what they reasoned. Where Nora and her husband were was a different matter, so Dean and Sam waited. They watched. They waited. They watched some more and waited some more. And then eventually they saw the front door opening, it was the 'happy couple'. Nora was giving her husband a goodbye kiss as he left the house. When he was out of sight and when they were sure no one would notice anything – they'd pay Nora a visit.

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"Back so soon?" She teased, "I didn't know I was so missable."

"Yeah, we missed you loads." Dean smirked, stepping inside the house.

"What can I do for you?" She asked.

"Well, you could just fall unconscious and save Sam the trouble of having to hit a woman."

"Sorry, can't do…" But before she finished, Sam had knocked her out.

He grimaced as she fell into Dean's arms, "I can't believe you made me do that."

Dean barely managed to suppress that smile he saved for annoying his younger brother. Instead he focused on keeping Nora up right so it didn't look suspicious when they carried her outside to the car.

One concerned and rather nosy neighbour watched and opened her mouth to ask what was going on.

"I don't know, Nora just kind of felt sick and went all dizzy. We thought we'd take her to get checked out." The sucker actually believed their story, "Can you tell Mr Dodge that we'll call when we're done? Tell him not too worry, probably just a little under the weather."

The neighbour nodded and went back to nosing at the other neighbours. She'd probably inform Mr Dodge, if only to be let in on what was happening.

So bundling the unconscious Mrs Dodge, that Sam had punched, into the car – they were once again on the road and driving towards their newly found hideaway.

They were parked up and at the hut before Nora woke up, she was mocking the brothers. Didn't really threaten them much, just mocked them. Dean found it amusing. Sam found it frustrating. Sam found it so frustrating that he hit his head when he was pulling her from the car. This sent her into a fit of laughter.

"Goddamn it!" Sam swore loudly.

"Hey Sam, not in front of a lady." Dean said.

"Why Dean, I didn't know you thought of me like that." The demon smirked.

"Oh sweetie, I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about the car."

She nodded; the smirk remained on her face. She'd walked right into that one – quietly but approvingly she muttered, "Bastard."

There was a semi comfortable chair placed in the centre of Sam and Dean's masterpiece. This is what they tied Nora to.

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"Hey Dean, I left the book in the car." Sam said.

"So? Go get it."

"I had to hit our friend here, you go get it."

Dean set his face and walked off for the book, "You better not do anything stupid."

Sam wasn't planning on doing anything stupid. He just wanted this demon to maybe answer a few questions without Dean stopping him

"Mmm, I got a Winchester all by himself. What you plan to do with me?"

"I wanna ask you a few things."

"Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies." She smiled, childishly.

"How do I get rid out it?"

"Get rid of what?" Sam snarled, she just kept mocking him. She knew exactly what he was talking about.

"The death mark."

"You can't get rid of it. It's there for life. And it'll even be there after death."

"Fine, if you won't tell me that – tell me what they want with my brother."

"That's none of your business. That's between them and your brother."

"My brothers business is my business."

"Believe me, you don't want to know."

"But I do." Dean spoke quietly from the doorway. Sam spun round; shocked to see him back.

"They want you to work with them, fight for them."

"I'll never do that."

"You can't save Sam." The demon taunted, "So you might as well give into your killer instincts and just go to them. At least that way when the war comes, you and your brother will be on the same side."

"Neither of us is switching sides. And when we send you back to hell, you can make sure you tell all your little friends the same thing." Dean growled.

He opened the book and handed it to Sam. True, he could do just as good a job as Sam but he preferred to let Sam do the Latin so he could focus on staring intently and unblinkingly at the demon as it screamed and asked for mercy.

"You're a killer Dean." It ground out, "What do you think this is going to do to Nora?"

She was bluffing; surely she didn't actually think she could away with that. "Unless you been diving from buildings and landing flat on your face, I think she'll be just fine."

"Bastards." She managed to get this out just before Sam finished the incantation and she was sent back to her own personal hell.

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Nora's hanging head slowly lifted up as the brothers untied her, she seemed completely unharmed…

"You hit me!" She stared accusingly at Sam.

…apart from a nice bruise that had formed on her face, "Yeah, I'm sorry about that."

The hardest part of the day was explaining everything to Nora. She remembered most of it. She felt violated and hated being told the reason she couldn't control her body was because a demon had possessed her. These people we crazy!

But after finally convincing her that everything was fine now and regretting that one more person now knew what hid in the darkness, they drove Nora home, back to Riverton Edge, back to the Dodge House. And when she was back safely in her house –

"Dude, you hit a woman!" Dean looked at his brother seriously for a second before smiling slightly and starting his car up.

"Shut up, Jerk."

"Bitch."

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And the day was done. And after making a couple of phone calls, both brothers were convinced that the other victims from the school were fine. Janet Hall had woken up – sure she had a slight case of amnesia but from what they heard, she was fine.

There was just the one last victim of the Death Markers that the brothers needed to worry about. He lay tossing and turning in his bed, moaning and grumbling incoherently. Words being played in his head.

"You can't deny what you are." The voice said to him.

He mumbled something threatening back; probably tell the voice to 'go away'.

"You're a killer, Dean."

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