A/N: Hmm how am I doing with the suspense this trip? I think I've worked more cliff hangers this fic than anything else I've ever written. The next story we should see the return of a character from not to long ago that we all thought I was done with, and two more hunters that should bring, if nothing else, a quick look into the girls hunting days when they first started. Okie, you're not paying me to talk about nonsense so I'll shut up... WAIT you're not paying me at all, HMPH and to think I spend all day with Autumn for nothing.

Chapter Eleven

"Are you sure?" Athena craned her neck looking at the drawing.

"They look the same, and besides, it's not like this is the only thing that'll be locking the demonic bastard in here." Darcy told the older woman comparing the two drawings.

"I don't like waiting so long, are you sure he'd come here?" Athena asked fidgeting with nervous energy.

"Hop down here and help me." Darcy said offering her friend a hand off the chair. Athena put the coal in her hand instead, jumping down on her own. Rolling her eyes Darcy reached for the mental link to Sam. "They're parking."

"Let's get this party started." Athena grinned carrying the chair back to the kitchen. "You sure you can block us out?"

"Oh yea. Sure thing, Teenie. Don't worry about it. Just hide yourself, I can block out thoughts easy, images are another story." Darcy followed after her. "Here, he's going straight to the nursery." she grabbed Athena's collar dragging her down behind the island kitchen.

"Dude!"

"Shh." Darcy pressed a hand over Athena's mouth just as the door swung open.

"Take the kid to his room." Guthrie gave Dawn a shove into her home. She spun around to face him, defiantly staring him down.

"Go back to Hell!" she commanded, to his great amusement. He threw her deeper into the room. It took all the self control the hunters witnessing this had not to jump up and stop him.

"Baby, I know you're little friends want to send me there. But it's not happening." he pushed her again. Dawn stumbled clutching Archer close, she moved as quickly as her tired body would allow back to the nursery. Darcy and Athena crept from their hiding place and followed. "They'll be here soon, and all they'll find is three dead bodies. Guthrie's in here still, you know? Trapped in his own body, worse sort of prison there is, believe me."

Okay, he's under it. Hopefully, the gang gets here before he has time to slice and dice. Darcy whispered into Athena's mind.

"Oh, no fair!" the demon pouted back inside the room. "The Winchester boys are already here. Oh well, I'll let them watch. But who first? The baby, ought to be fun."

"No!" Dawn cried. She laid Archer into the crib spinning it away from the demon, putting herself between the baby and him. "You're not touching my kid." she growled, before starting a chant of Christo, laced occasionally with a line from a prayer.

Why do I get the distinct feeling this isn't how Sammy saw it go down? Darcy groaned mentally projecting to Athena.

"Hey," Dean breathed, sliding into place at Athena's side. "Wha"

Key of Solomon on the ceiling, he's stuck. Darcy told the boys. He don't know we're here so hush. Dean nodded, not bothering to question Darcy's methods. Back inside the nursery Guthrie was having spasms in response to Dawn's chanting. He started backward trying to escape Dawn's holy tirade, only to hit the barrier of the trap. Guthrie and Dawn both looked up at the same moment to see what Athena had drawn on the ceiling.

"They're smarter than I thought." the demon cursed. "Come on, hunters! Come out. Come out. Where ever you are."

Autumn's on her way, you three go in I'll brief her. Darcy urged the other three in. Athena looked from Darcy to the boys before striding in the room leaning into the door frame, lazily.

"Problem there, honey?" she asked letting a smirk tease at her lips. Sam came in behind her gently taking hold of Dawn and Archer passing them to Dean to walk out of demon range.

"No, I like being caged. It's fun makes things more fun." the demon shot right back, watching his prey get taken from him. "So what's the game? Trap and exorcise or do I get the pleasure of being whipped by a living Barbie doll?" Sam tensed up at the remark, to the demon's amusement. "Aw isn't that cute? What's wrong Winchester, is she only allowed to beat you?"

"Nah, beating isn't really my style." Athena answered.

"Why would she need to whip you around anyway?" Sam asked.

"For you and Valover of course. We all know the plan, how the war will pan out. Don't you want details?"

"Sam," Dean thrust their dad's journal into his brother's chest. "The one we used on the plane."

"If you have something to say, you better say it now." Autumn joined the others.

"Or forever hold your piece." Darcy agreed with a grin.

"Sam read." Dean commanded, not at all phased by the girls' entrance. Athena stuck her tongue out at her sister, casting her eyes toward the ceiling. Autumn looked up and sighed, Darcy bit back a laugh at the older woman's disappointment. Sam started reading and Guthrie's legs gave way underneath the demon dropping him hard on the floor.

"I know why!" the demon yelled. Sam hesitated in his next word, and Athena pushed off he door frame to stand as close to Sam as possible.

"Just keep going." she pressed and the words started falling from Sam's lips again.

"They're in hell! Jess and Mommy they're all in hell!"

"Don't listen to him!" Darcy glared daggers at the demon who was curling on the floor, clinging to the body of Guthrie for dear life.

"They're not the only ones who'll pay for what you are! Dad, Dean, Athena, and Autumn will all die because of you."

"Oh put a sock in it, buddy!" Autumn rolled her eyes. Sam read the last line in a rush, and before the last word left his lips the infamous pillar of smoke burst from Guthrie's mouth dispersing into the symbol above him.

"Red, you realize that the last words that guy heard on earth were 'put a sock in it'?" Darcy asked after the tense moment following the end of the smoke, where everyone stood stalk still waiting.

"Okay, I won't call you Valover if you don't call me Red." Autumn bargained.

"What's wrong with Red?" Darcy questioned.

"Just don't call me that." she rolled her eyes going to check Guthrie out. She quickly found his pulse, making sure he wasn't dead when she could spot him breathing.

"Don't take it personal, Dar, she's weird about names." Athena patted Darcy's back.

"He okay?" Dean asked.

"Yea, just out cold I guess. Someone want to go tell Dawn its over until the gates of Hell are broke open?"

A/N:Short, yes. But, it's 2 am and I want to get to bed soon. Plus, the next bit is just that last chapter where we learn that all is right with the world... At least until some little something comes up and they head off for another adventure in my mind. Isn't that a scary thought? Okay, well reviews wanted.