A/N: I had terrible writers block, which is why this took a bit longer than usual. Hopefully the next chapter will be quicker.

They hid the bodies in a special bunker that belonged to the CIA. Sam was slightly disturbed by this. It was set up like a real morgue, complete with refrigeration. How often did the BuyMore spies kill people? Enough to need a special bunker for storage? Apparently they would be collected for identification and autopsy shortly. Both Chucks and Casey headed out the front to control the dispersing crowd and try to prevent anyone escaping with a copy of the encoded game. Sarah told Chuck to see if he "flashed" on anything. Sam supposed she must be talking about the visions Chuck seemed to have when he looked at people. He was curious about it, but didn't ask because it seemed like it might be rude, and he couldn't use false authority to find out what he wanted to know because they knew he wasn't an FBI agent.

Sam and Sarah shepherded the exorcised across the road and shut them in the home entertainment room to wait for questioning. Leaving them there, with snacks and drinks appropriated from the vending machines, Sam and Sarah went back into Castle.

"Thank God!" said Morgan. The prisoner's head lolled.

"What's going on, Morgan?" Sarah asked him suspiciously.

"I woke up and she was doing this freaky chanting so I shot her with the tranq gun again. Only she just pulled it out and kept chanting. I had to shoot her twice more before she was knocked out! I'm pretty sure she's a witch." Sam noticed five more tranq darts littering the floor and poking out of the wall behind her, as well as the three that were still in her. He was glad he hadn't been in the room. He was also glad Morgan wasn't allowed a real gun.

"What happened when she started chanting?"

"My shirt caught on fire." Ahh. Now that he mentioned it, Morgan was looking a little charred, and a panicking Morgan trying to put out a flaming shirt explained the overturned chairs. Maybe he hadn't done so badly after all. It was hard to aim when you were on fire.

"Maybe we should gag her," Sam suggested.

Sarah did. She checked the cuffs again, and locked her in the cell to be interviewed when she recovered consciousness. Sam was a little concerned about the practicality of interrogating someone whose gag couldn't be removed for fear of fire, but Sarah insisted it would have to be done.

As they walked up the stairs to begin the questioning of the Sams and Deans, Sarah asked the question.

"How did the apocalypse start?"

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Sam flinched a little at her question and tried to distract her by asking about Chuck's flashes.

Helpfully, Morgan told her enthusiastically: "Sam was chosen to lead a demon army in their siege on the earth and a demon killed his Mom and bled into his mouth so he has demon blood, and this other psychic guy stabbed him at Cold Oak but Dean made a deal with a demon to bring Sam back in return for Dean's soul, and then Dean went to hell and Sam went nuts and started sleeping with a demon called Ruby."

Sarah watched Sam as Morgan spoke. He wouldn't look at them. Morgan took a breath and continued: "And the angel Castiel saved Dean from hell but he'd already shed blood and broken the first seal that held Lucifer in hell. Then a whole lot of other seals got broken and Sam got addicted to demon blood-"

"So what do we ask them?" Sam broke in.

Sarah heard herself answer automatically. All she could think was he drank blood. Before, she had been frightened and shocked by the world she hadn't known existed, but she had been accepting because she had seen proof. But blood drinking? That was wrong.

Morgan seemed to realise he had said too much, and stopped speaking.

The entered the room in silence, before systematically questioning all the victims. Sarah kept her eye on Sam the entire time. He looked upset by the mention of blood drinking, and was gentle and businesslike with his questioning. He showed no signs of wanting to suck anyone dry. But still, although she had preferred Sam to his brother before now, she suddenly wished it was Dean that had come to help with the interviews. She was beginning to suspect Sam's deeply concerned and sympathetic expression was not quite genuine.

Most of the ex-possessed reported nothing except black smoke. One, however, had been awake during a conversation the demon possessing him had had on a cell phone. The code for releasing the weapons was hidden throughout the game, a section revealed at each level, meaningless to anyone who did not know about it. Payment had already occurred in the form of an electronic deposit into a foreign account. All that remained was for the game to be picked up.

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Chuck privately thought it was a bit harsh to be put back to work so soon after being possessed by a demon and nearly killing his girlfriend. But, he supposed, at least it meant they still trusted him, and knew he hadn't wanted to hold a gun on Sarah. And they had no other intersect. He preferred to think it was the faith his friends and colleagues had in his morality, rather than necessity, that had him back in the field so soon, though.

He felt a little woozy as he scanned the crowd, waiting to flash. A fire engine and a police car screeched up at the same time, lights flashing. Casey said something to them, and the police flashed off after gamers who had wandered off down the street. The fire engine blocked the car park exit. Firemen rushed off to prevent people from leaving. It kind of seemed like a lost cause though. There was no way they could keep everyone in and stop someone escaping with the game, especially seeing as they didn't know who it would be.

Dean and Cas herded a group of people around from the rear of the building. They looked happier. Chuck hoped they had made up. He quite liked Dean now that he knew he was not a serial killer, and Castiel was an angel. It was quite romantic.

Chuck's eyes landed upon a member of the small crowd, and his mind was assaulted by images.