I feel so productive! I've updated two stories in one day!

Oh my god. Big moment guys! I just checked, and I now have exactly 100 reviews xD Talk about good timing, I wanted to be able to announce that at one point. Thankyou all so much! You have no idea how much it means to me. 100 reviews! My god! You're all too kind.

Ok, here it is :D Enjoy!

There was a moment of oblivion where all anyone in that dank basement knew was a stark yellow light and the overwhelming stench of rotten eggs. The scream faded and the light soon after that. One by one they slowly opened their eyes to see Gibbs' basement, just like it had been before - only no demon. Ziva, McGee and Dean all slumped to the ground and Sam was on his knees, his face scrunched up in pain. Gibbs looked around slowly, at first wondering why he wasn't dead, and then wondering where Yellow-Eyes had gone. Tony's wheezing got no better, his pained breathing the only sound in the room.

"What… Just happened..?" asked Tim, bracing his hands against the wall to lift himself up. Dean glanced over at Sam, who was still kneeling with his hands on either side of his head, and went over to his brother, putting a hand on his back. Dean's eyes were hard as he answered, his jaw practically locked. "I don't know. Maybe someone summoned him somewhere else or…" he didn't bother to continue. Gibbs saw the way he stared hard at the back of his brother's head, avoiding everyone else's gaze. Once again, Dean was hiding something.

Glancing over at Tony, who was looking much too pale, Gibbs focused his mind on the present, confident he would question Winchester later when they had the time for it. "Ziva, get DiNozzo out of here. Call an ambulance. Stay with him." Ziva nodded and helped Tony to his feet, putting his arm around her shoulder as they walked slowly to the stairs. Tony had begun to cough violently, wincing every time he did so. "Does Sam need to go with them?" asked Gibbs, watching Dean closely for his reaction.

"Nah, he's good," muttered Dean, despite the concern showing on his face. Sam slowly looked up and leaned back so he was sitting properly. His nose was bleeding, but other then that he looked ok.

"What happened to him?" McGee asked, confused.

"Yellow-Eyes… tried to attack me as he disappeared," explained Sam in a breathless voice. His eyes closed and he groaned slightly before giving a pained smile. "Didn't get very far though." Dean just continued to stare at Sam, the concern on his face mixing with anger. Gibbs assumed it was anger directed at the Demon - Dean seemed to have a real sore spot for anything hurting his brother, after all. Why else would he look so angry?

After a moment the remaining group slowly made their way to the main house, Gibbs picking up bits of his beloved boat as he went. McGee watched through the lounge room window as an ambulance arrived and Ziva helped Tony into the back, the paramedics already pulling out a breathing mask. Luckily the two officers from before had already left. Gibbs needed a coffee or three before he dealt with any more annoying questions. The ambulance sped away and McGee turned back to Gibbs.

"Is Tony going to be ok?"

"Ehh," came the reply. Gibbs smirked. "He'll be fine." He was again trying not to think back to Tony lying in the plastic container of a room, his lips and fingernails going blue. "He's always fine." Gibbs looked to the brothers, who appeared to be having some kind of silent conversation. Dean glared at Sam, rubbing the back of his head. Sam widened his eyes slightly and looked back innocently with a minute shrug of his shoulders. Dean grimaced and tilted his head to the side. It was the same move McGee always used on Tony when he denied super gluing the keyboard. The kind of gesture that said "who are you trying to fool?"

There was some kind of tension between those two, but Sam looked away, cutting their telepathic argument short. He looked from McGee to Gibbs and said "I don't think you'll be seeing Yellow-Eyes again any time soon. He only seemed to be here in the first place to stamp out an inconvenience, and luckily," Sam gestured to Gibbs, "he won't see you as one any more. I mean, you know, as long as you guys aren't still planning to hold us..?" He looked between the agents again.

"Of course not, Sammy," said Dean confidently, punching him playfully on the arm. "They know we're the good guys now, right?"

"Yeah," replied Gibbs after a moment. "Yeah, we know. You won't be able to go just yet, though." The brothers' eyebrows knitted together in confusion simultaneously. It was almost comical. "We're going to need to tie up a few loose ends. I'm going to want some information in case my team comes across anything like this again. Not to mention, we were never supposed to take you away from base. So if you're going to escape, it'll have to be from headquarters."

"Ah, damn," was Dean's response. "You official guys and all your rules… At least with our job there's no paperwork, aye Sammy?" Sam just ignored his brother with a bitchface that left Gibbs thinking he could give Tim a run for his money. His mouth quirked into a small laugh and he headed for the front door.

"Come on," he said resignedly, "let's get this over with."

Back at NCIS, Gibbs couldn't believe his luck. Vance wouldn't be there the entire day. He was meeting with the head of the FBI about a certain two fugitives that NCIS was refusing to hand over. Gibbs had never been happier with his own stubbornness. Sneaking the Winchesters back into the building was relatively easier without Leon sticking his toothpicks into their business. The whole 'Winchester situation' had been kept under wraps, with barely anyone in their own agency being told, so the two brothers were able to sit in the squadroom comfortably, so long as they didn't bring any attention to themselves. They, however, weren't the problem.

"Yaaayyyy!" everyone turned to see Abby running as fast as she could in her chunky boots towards them, a massive grin plastered on her young face. "You guys made it! You're ok!" She hugged Gibbs with such force it knocked the breath out of him slightly. "I was so worried Gibbs. I'm so glad to see you're ok." Gibbs hugged her back affectionately and she let go, smiling up at him. She then turned around and hugged McGee just as tightly. Dean and Sam watched this display of affection with mild interest and surprise, apparently still not quite used to such a cheerful Gothic forensic scientist.

"Yeah, we're alright Abby," said Tim reassuringly. Abby then turned to Sam and hugged him, who looked just as shocked as the first time she did it. Dean winked to his brother over her shoulder. Abby then turned to Dean. She obviously wasn't quite as comfortable around him yet, having not spent as much time with him as Sam. Dean figured it was just his brother's innocent 'love-me' face. Abby looked at Dean, contemplating. There was a moment of silence where Dean watched her, looking slightly wary, before Abby hugged him too. McGee couldn't help but snicker at Dean's surprise. Quickly letting go, she looked around again, and the joy quickly slipped from her face.

"Where's Tony and Ziva?" asked Abby, suddenly looking a whole lot more dangerous then before.

"They're at the hospital, Tony - "

"Oh my god, what happened? What happened to Tony? I knew I should have gone!" ranted Abby fretfully, her eyes widening significantly. "Gibbs, no, don't tell me he - "

"Abs! Will you slow down a minute?" said Gibbs, amused. "How many Caf-Pows have you had today?"

Abby grimaced. "Three." Tim looked at her. "Give or take." She paused again. "Four. Give or take four."

"Jesus, Abby," exclaimed McGee.

"Well I couldn't very well sleep, could I?" Abby defended herself. "Knowing you guys were off battling some mother of all demons and I couldn't even be there to help in any way, and I totally could have helped if you guys had just let me, but you wouldn't even allow me to leave the building, and I mean, of all people, you would want me at a demon fight, because I know my stuff and believe it or not - "

"Abby, Abby, slow down," soothed Gibbs. She had been gesturing wildly as she rambled and only now stopped to take a breath. Abby focused once more on her boss.

"What happened to Tony?" she asked again, seriously and slowly.

"We think his lungs were playing up," answered McGee. "Nothing serious," he added quickly as Abby opened her mouth again. "Just a bad reaction to the sulphur. It would have been irritating the scars on his lungs." Abby nodded, trying to breathe slowly again, moving her hands up and down like elevators along with the timing of her breathing.

"Ok, what the hell is a Caf-Pow and where can I get Sam here one?" asked Dean, thoroughly entertained by Abby's behaviour. Her eyes widened.

"You've never had a Caf-Pow before? But you haven't lived!" Abby grabbed both their hands and dragged them away, rambling on about how she was about to change their lives. Gibbs smiled and sat down at his desk, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"You ok boss?" asked McGee.

"This is going to be a tough one to explain," sighed Gibbs. "We're going to have to let the case go cold, and turn our backs while two of the FBI'S most wanted run free."

"Not a good day for the agency," agreed McGee. "The Director is going to be thrilled." He grimaced and headed to his own desk.

McGee spent the majority of that day working on a cover story for everything while Gibbs drilled more information out of the Winchesters, both sipping their own Caf-Pows, on supernatural things and how to deal with them. He needed them gone by the end of the day, but wanted to get as much info as he could by then. Ziva returned shortly after lunch, saying they were keeping Tony in overnight and that he was not happy about it.

Eventually, at about 3pm, Gibbs decided they had waited long enough - it was time for the Winchesters to disappear. Unfortunately, they kind of already had. Realising they weren't in sight, Gibbs swore silently and walked off to find them.

Meanwhile, Jimmy Palmer was heading towards the squadroom to ask if something had happened yesterday while he'd been away. Doctor Mallard had been acting very distracted all day and it worried his assistant. Palmer turned the corner near the stairs that led up to MTAC and stumbled across a rather heated argument between two strangers. The slightly shorter man in the leather jacket seemed to be lecturing the taller guy, who's face was pinched and tired. Upon his intrusion they both turned to look at him, and Palmer just stared back.

The shorter, angrier one gave him an obviously fake smile. "Hi there. Mind running along, dude?"

"Oh, ah, sorry," stammered Palmer, turning to go back the way he'd came. He turned the corner but stopped, staying close to the wall, unable to ignore the curiosity bubbling inside. He recognised those two, he just couldn't figure out where from. Believing Jimmy had left, they went back to their argument.

"I know you did that Sam!" that was the guy that had told Palmer to shoo. He was speaking quietly but angrily. "Just like the way you opened that door that Max locked you behind, and the way you're always getting those visions, I know you did this too. Just admit it!" Palmer's eyes widened. What the hell were these two going on about?

"So what if I did Dean?" that must have been the taller one talking. "It's not like I meant for it to happen!" His voice was just as quiet, just as angry. "It just did. And thank god, or Gibbs would have ended up dead!" Palmer's mouth dropped. "That would have been on us. But he's alive, we all are."

"I dunno, man," replied Dean. "I mean, spoon bending is one thing, but what you did back there, that would have taken a lot of mojo."

"Yeah, you're telling me. My head still hurts."

"It's kinda freaking me out, ok? That was some serious crap you pulled." There was a moment of silence and one of them sighed. Palmer couldn't tell which one.

"Look, I'm sorry." That was the one called Sam. Wait… Sam and Dean… "But I think we have more pressing things to worry about right now, don't you?"

"Yeah? Like what?" sarcasm dripped from Dean's words.

"I don't know if you've forgotten, but Yellow-Eyes has the colt now!" Who was Yellow-Eyes? Some code name? Jimmy was starting to freak out and really wanted to run off and relay all of this to Doctor Mallard, distracted or not. But he couldn't pull himself away, not yet. "And we've got nothing else to kill the bastard!" There was another silence, followed by the sound of someone punching the wall.

"Dammit," breathed Dean. Before the argument could escalate further, Gibbs appeared, walking towards Palmer with purpose. Palmer suddenly got nervous, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, and walked down the hallway, passing Gibbs with an awkward nod as he went. Gibbs all but ignored him, heading to where the two men had been arguing. Sam and Dean they had said… And what were they talking about? Yellow eyes? Visions? Spoon bending? And by the sounds of things they were planning to kill someone…

Palmer entered the elevator and pressed the button for autopsy before freezing in his tracks. Sam and Dean. He remembered where he'd seen those men before. On the news, shortly after their escape from Green River County Detention Centre. They were criminals, wanted by the FBI. Palmer watched Gibbs push the brothers in front of him and they all began walking out of sight casually. Jimmy called out to Gibbs and tried to step out of the elevator but at that moment the doors closed and it swiftly lowered itself away from the fugitives who had appeared to be comfortably chatting with Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

PHOOFT.

Well guys, there's only one more chapter to go. I'm a little reluctant to finish it! But at the same time I'm pretty excited. As I said earlier, I'm planning on doing an NCIS fic next about a secret of Tony's, but I just wanted to ask something and I need you guys to give me an honest answer :)

Should I think about doing a kind of sequel to this story? I haven't decided if I want to yet, and thought maybe your opinions could help. Do you think maybe it would just be better to finish this story and be done with it? I'm still going to write others of course, so I dunno. Tell me what you think!

Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'll update soon!