"Dammit" cursed Dean. Their inside man didn't come back, which probably meant that he had become leviathan chow. Which also meant that they found out about the hunting posse camped out at the hotel and were making preparations to kill them all. Awesome. At least they wouldn't know about the plan to break into Purgatory.

"Well," said Henry, "if they've got James then we need to make our move. They are most likely aware of our presence, so we've already lost the element of surprise. Now we're losing time." He turned to Dean. "If we're going to Purgatory, now's the time."

Dean nodded in agreement. "I'll call Benny and see what he knows about breaking back in." He turned to his brother, ignoring his obvious disdain at involving Benny. "Sam, we still don't know who the leader of this band is. Maybe you can find out from our guest." He jerked his head in the direction of their make-shift holding cell for their leviathan prisoner. The spell stayed on a loop all night, so he remained too weak to escape.

Cas stood. "I will warn my brothers and sisters away from this city. If the leviathan are using the blood of angels and demons to multiply it would be unwise to allow them near the premises." He disappeared into thin air.

"Right then. Anyway, we need to decide who's going to Purgatory and how many."

"How many would you suggest?" The old clerk asked.

He though for a moment. "Benny and I did alright for a year before we found Cas. We can probably do it again if Benny decides to come with." He paused, then added "It's really bad over there. This ain't the Hunger Games, so no one should feel pressured to volunteer because trust me, you'd be walking into an absolute shitstorm."

There was a pause. Then Henry stood. "I'll go." Everyone rounded to the speaker, while Shawn just gaped at him.

Dean turned to him. "You're sure?"

"Yes. If your vampire doesn't want to come you'll need all the back-up you can get.

"I'll join you as well." Castiel reappeared beside Dean.

"Cas..."

"No arguments Dean. I know my way around in Purgatory just as well as you."

"Cas-"

"My powers have returned to full capacity. I will not be defenceless."

Dean was silent for a moment, then sighed. "Fine. But I'm throwing you through the portal first when we leave. Your sadly mistaken if you think I'm letting you stay behind in that hellhole."

The angel nodded.

Sam opened his mouth to say he was going too, but Cas intervened. "Sam, I believe you should stay here." Before Sam could argue he went on. "There needs to be hunters remaining in the city that have had experience fighting leviathan. Shawn has only faced them once and Jody may need assistance. And as Dean said, we still don't know the identity of the leader."

Cas knew that the sheriff and Henry's son could likely managed without Sam, and that someone else could interrogate the prisoner leviathan, but he learned a few things after being on Earth with the Winchesters. One was that when two people were feuding, they should not be purposely placed in a dangerous situation together. He gathered from what Dean had told him that Sam and Benny were not on good terms at the moment.

"Anyway, even without Benny, I think we have enough. But Henry I need to warn you." He turned to the ex-hunter. "Its not gonna be like a normal hunt. That place is full of ten thousand years worth of you name it. Are you sure you want to go?"

"Yes." He said firmly. "I've lived in this city a long time, and I'm not going to let it be ground zero for these hell-spawns.

"Dad," grinned Shawn. "Don't you mean 'Purgatory-spawns?"

Henry rolled his eyes. "Sure. Why not?"


"Hey, Benny, how ya been doin', man?" Dean addressed his vampire friend.

"Oh, I've been doing great, brother. How's life on your end?"

"Not so awesome. You know how all of the leviathans are supposedly locked up in Purgatory?"

Silence.

"Yeah, long story short, we need to pen up a few strays. But because some idiot" he glared at Walt, "killed Daddy vamp, we need to break into Purgatory to bring him back so we can make that bone weapon I told you about."

"Well, then, brother, that's a mighty fine predicament you got goin on there. What do you need?"

"We need to open up a portal to go back to Purgatory." He glanced at Cas. He made a note to himself to make sure that the escape back door from Purgatory actually did work for angels before he brought one back there. Heaven might not intervene again.

After a long pause on the line, Benny chuckled. "Well, you brother are one crazy case, I've gotta hand it to ya. Let me know where we meet and I'll see what I can come up with. And Dean, brother, could ya bring me a drink? Deer blood's fine, but..."

"Yeah, don't worry 'bout it man. I'll text you the place. You have figured out texting, right?"

"I'm getting there, but some kind of evil witchcraft keeps changing the words I punch in. Might be a hunt for you, man."

Dean laughed. "Later, man." He texted the address of a place just outside the city limits. The last thing he wanted was a massive swarm of hunters, lead by his brother, coming down on them for Benny's head.

"Alright. Now we need to find out from our captive who the leader is. He'll be the one to target."

"I'm on it." said Sam. He needed something to take his mind off the whole Benny thing.

While Dean took his leave, Shawn took to bugging Lassiter. "I'm not touching you." was one of the detective's greatest pet peeves, and therefore one of Shawn's favourite things to do. Tormenting Lassie reminded him of normal. He missed normal. He missed the time when he thought being truly normal was for losers. Lassiter must have been feeling similarly, because he wasn't actually too bothered this time, though he did repeatedly swat Shawn's hand away.

From the corner of his eye, Shawn could see his father packing a duffel bag of weapons. As the memory of him volunteering to go to the land of the boogie-man came to the surface, he quit bugging Lassie, the distraction no longer useful to him.

What do you think you're doing Dad?


A short, fat man fidgeted as he walked down the hallways of a hideout, his companion is not with him as he should have been. The boss is not going to be happy about this. He pondered what he would say himself. This new leader was nothing like Dick, but allowing his partner to be captured for information by nothing more than a spell and raggedy-assed team of law enforcement certainly wasn't going to earn him points, either. None of the police rescue team were even hunters.

Basically, he just lost his partner to a bunch of babies with squirt guns. That was certainly going to fly with the boss.

There was only one there that might have been a hunter, besides the two in the tomb; the wimpy looking guy who was muttering a spell to keep Rob weak while he dragged him away. The fact that he even knew a spell with that kind of power screamed hunter. This guy needed to be taken in. Someone who could paralyse one of them was to be considered even more dangerous than a Winchester.

A soft crash of water made him stop in his tracks. The hideout was underground and near a bad sewer system, so the sound of someone stepping in water in itself wasn't suspicious. What caught his attention now was that it stopped. The puddles were pretty big around here, so they didn't skip over it in one step, which meant they froze after making a noise. Why freeze after drawing attention to yourself if you were supposed to be there?

A spy, or a paranoid stray. Who cares? It's food now.

He raced down the hall, eager to trap his supper. The poor human, he wasn't fast enough. He fell beneath Steven's weight as he pounced on him. Before he tore into his meal, however, he realized who it was. It was that hunter with the spell, the one which he began to mutter now.

Before weakness had a chance to overpower him, he ripped out the hunter's tongue and ate it, savouring its taste while the police officer screamed in pain. He hated him for letting all of that delicious blood spill from his mouth to the dirty floor. Oh well, he thought cheerfully, there was more of him. The boss only needed him alive for half a second. Surely he didn't need his hands.

More screaming rang through the sewers as Steven used his claws to slowly, very slowly, dismember each finger from his right hand followed by his left. He learned after taking his human form that causing injury to one's fingers could bring even the strongest of humans to their knees in white hot pain, so he carefully took his time as he ripped away each one. The bloody screams of the hunter flowed like a melody through his ears. Normally he would finish his victim off quickly; he didn't believe in torture at most times, that was one of the reasons why he rebelled against Dick in the first place, but Rob was his friend, and nobody kidnapped his friend without paying for it.

Not so dangerous now, are you?

He grinned as he dragged the terrified, mutilated man away to meet the boss, his prospects looking much brighter now that they too had a hostage. And this one didn't need to talk.