Hey guys! Here's the next chapter and I really hope you all will enjoy it! It's the most action-oriented chapter while trying to keep it as close to the action on the show that I've ever done so I'm a bit nervous about it and hope I managed to pull it off... hopefully you guys can tell me if I did or not. John is absent from this chapter but I promise, he'll be back next time.

I kind of sort of doubt that many of you will know who I'm talking about but as a spastic little race fan, I feel I have to say this as two of my guys, Will Powers and Nelson Phillipe (I've met both and both are very nice, young, talented drivers) were injured during practice for the Indy Grand Prix of Sonoma last week and I just so happened to be at the track when it happened and saw it... get well soon guys! Here's wishing both of you have a speedy recovery!

Anyways, thanks SO much everyone for continuing to read and review, I really appreciate all of your support! As always, I'd love to hear from any of you who would be willing to share their opinion with me and I will try to update relatively soon considering school starts Monday. Enjoy! :)

"Caleb, Bobby, what the hell are you guys doing here?" Josh grunted out, trying not to draw attention to their end of the house.

Caleb and Bobby shared a worried look. "What the hell do you mean what are we doing here? You called us, told us you had a lead?" Caleb replied, a sinking feeling in his gut.

"Dude, the last time I spoke to you was over a week ago and you guys had just busted that hotel and found nada." Josh groaned in pain as he accidentally moved his injured arm. Caleb and Bobby both cursed at Josh's admission, mad at themselves for falling for such a trap.

Just as Caleb was about to ask how injured Josh was, they heard the front screen door open and close. A heavy set of footsteps confirmed their fears that their mystery man was back from whatever errand he had hurried out to run.

Not knowing if the man knew Josh was injured and hiding in the bathroom or if he was even armed and dangerous at all, Caleb and Bobby hurried to get Josh into the shower and pulled the curtain closed in order to try and provide a bit more cover for him. Caleb checked to make sure that the injured hunter had a working weapon and then set off to find a hiding place for himself knowing that Bobby had taken up cover in one of the small bedrooms.

~DW/SW~

Dean slowly and cautiously made his way down the stairs, his gun drawn and the safety off though he kept it hidden by his side. He spotted Jim walking towards the entry way, a deceiving look on his face. Jim pulled back his coat a bit and nodded to Dean, showing that he was packing too. He was surprised to see that Steven was also carrying and though he was glad for the extra back-up, he was really hoping that Steven didn't prove to be a liability tonight. He really didn't have time at the moment to walk anybody through this, not with his brother and unborn niece and nephew hiding upstairs. Dean stiffened when they heard the doorbell ring and he cast a quick glance upstairs, hoping that his brother would obey him for once and stay out of harm's way. He crept his way over to a hiding spot beside the door as Jim and Steven stood waiting.

After their visitor rang the doorbell a second time only to get no answer, they heard him laugh loud and deep from the other side of the door. "You really think something as simple as not answering the door is going to keep me away?" Their visitor asked.

None of the men replied, not wanting to give into the stranger's taunts.

A moment later, the door swung wide open to reveal a man dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. At first glance he looked like some traveler whose car had died and was in need of assistance but one look in his eyes told the three men waiting inside the house everything they needed to know.

The temperature inside the house dropped as the man entered the front hall, causing Jim and Steven to back up a little bit. Both of them kept their sights trained on the man but their weapons stayed hidden, not wanting to give anything away. Steven stood in between the front door and the stairs to try and provide a bit of a barricade between this stranger and Sam. Jim was standing a few feet from the door, looking almost as if he was about to welcome the man into his house but all three men knew better. It would quite literally be a cold day in hell before any demon was welcomed onto hallowed grounds. Dean was hidden from view, waiting off to the side of the living room though Jim could see just how tense the young man was, even from where he was standing.

Once the man was fully inside the house, the door swung shut again and an evil grin appeared on the man's face. "Nice place you fellas have here." He said as he glanced up towards the stairs. "Mind if I look around?"

~DW/SW~

Sam sat huddled in a corner of the bedroom, his arms wound around himself as he tried to stay as quiet as possible as he waited for his brother to come get him and tell him that whatever possible danger there might have been was long gone. "Shh…" He soothed to himself as he felt his daughter give him a harsh kick to the ribs. A small groan fell from his lips a moment later as he felt his son punch him in his bladder and he tried to fight back the tears that were forming. I know you guys are scared… daddy is too he thought as he kept his eyes trained on the door, trying to tell himself that the lack of gunshots coming from downstairs was a good thing.

Sam flinched when he heard the loud bang of the front door slamming shut and he felt the tears that had been building finally spill over. The fear of who their visitor could be and what he could want combined with his lack of knowledge of what was going on downstairs was playing haywire with his mind and emotions right now. How are we going to get out of this? Sam asked himself, worried for his and his family's safety.

He was startled again when he heard a crash and he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Standing up as quickly as he could, Sam made his way to the large walk-in closet his and Dean's room housed. He shut the door behind him and locked it before he took a seat in the far corner, curling in on himself as much as he could. He hoped that the large piles of clothes and extra blankets Jim had in there would provide a little bit of something for him to hide behind.

~DW/SW~

Dean let the man walk just a few steps through the front door before he emerged from his hiding place, wrapping his arm tight around the man's throat and pressing his gun to the strangers' temple. "Actually, I do." He growled out, tightening his grip on the man's airway as he put everything he felt about the bastards who had violated his brother into the hold.

Ever since he'd found Sam lying frightened and bleeding on the path, he'd been filled with a great sense of anger, grief, and hatred. Anger at what had been done so cruelly to the person his world essentially revolved around. And if he was telling the complete truth, anger at himself for not being able to protect Sam better. Grief at what had been stolen not only from Sam but from their entire family and hatred at the good for nothing shits that thought they had the right to take it. Dean's grip unconsciously constricted even more as a rage unlike anything he'd ever felt before fuelled through him. His chokehold on the man seemed to be holding but just when Dean thought he might have the upper hand in this fight, the man started to fight back.

"You think that's gonna stop me?" The man asked once Dean's grip had been loosened enough.

"No." Dean gritted out, cursing as he tried to regain control over the intruder. He struggled to drag him back towards where the Devil's Trap was on Jim's ceiling, thankful now that they had never had the chance to paint over it.

Just as Dean was about to step foot inside the Devil's Trap, the man managed to get loose and he shoved Dean away causing the young hunter to fall off balance. Dean barely missed nicking his forehead on the side table and his gun skittered a few feet away, just out of reach. "No!" He screamed as he scrambled to get back on his feet as he watched the man charge Steven down and begin to head up the stairs. Dean managed to grab hold of the man's ankle just as he ascended the stairs and Dean gave a quick tug, pulling the man's legs out from underneath him. The two of them tumbled back down the stairs landing on the floor of the entry way.

As Dean fought with everything he had to keep the man pinned down, Jim sprung forward, a bucket full of holy water in his hands. Jim proceeded to dump the entire bucket over the pair and they watched as sizzling welts formed on the man's skin. None of them could deny the small bit of satisfaction they felt as the demon possessed man screamed as the water burned him. The man stumbled backwards, thankfully going further away from the stairs as he scratched blindly at his face.

Taking advantage of the moment, Dean leapt up and knocked the man backwards with a quick series of punches to the face and chest knocking him down once again. He quickly straddled him and growled as he felt the demon squirm underneath him. He so badly wanted these bastards to know how angry and disgusted he felt about what they had done to his family. "Not so tough now are ya?" He sneered as he grabbed the rope Steven held out for him and tied the man's hands together.

The demon underneath Dean was breathing heavily as he tried to buck Dean off of him and fought to gain control of the situation. His eyes were pitch black and Dean, Jim, and Steven could feel the evil and hate rolling off of him. Suddenly, he stopped moving as he glared up at Dean, spotting the Devil's Trap Dean had been trying to lead him towards. He let out a chuckle as he cocked his head to the side.

"This how you like to do it Dean? Tie people up and make 'em beg for it stop… reminds me of myself." He said with an evil smirk as he flicked his gaze back towards the stairs. "And to think you were going to stop me because you wanted to protect Sam, should've known it was because you wanted the filthy slut for yourself."

Dean growled and a look of pure rage came over him as he delivered a merciless punch to the man's face, taking satisfaction in the crunch he heard and past caring about the pain in his knuckles. The demon didn't seem to notice the blood streaking down from his now broken nose and continued. "We could take turns ya know, share the little whore. I wonder how well he'd take having two dicks shoved up his ass. You think he'd like that Dean? I bet we could make him scream… I heard he's quite the loud little thing. Of course, I have to be the last one to have him but I might let you have a little taste."

Dean wanted to vomit with what the demon was suggesting. Sam was his baby brother… he'd practically raised the kid. Dean had never been attracted to Sam, ever, and he highly doubted he ever would be but the way this demon was putting it. The thought of doing that to Sam, hurting him in a way that was so personal and stealing a part of him… it made his stomach churn with the demon's implications. Dean knew he'd rather put a bullet in his head than rape his kid brother. Dean snarled, the muscles in his jaw twitching as he sat on top of the man, enjoying hearing the pained groan and string of curses the demon let out as Dean kneed him in the crown jewels.

Dean watched the man moan and pant with the pain Dean's action had caused him. He leaned down close to the man so he could whisper in his ear. "I'm nothing like you, you fucking douche bag! See, the difference is the things that I tie up and torture deserve it. They aren't innocent, good people who've never hurt another soul in their entire lives whereas you just go around spreading as much pain and misery as you can… what? Did the big bad devil down below make you his bitch so now you come up here taking it out on innocents?!" An evil smile of his own appeared on Dean's face as he reached for his gun that had fallen to the floor during their tussle. He brought it up and showed it to the other man. "See, here's what we're going to do. I'm going to ask you questions and if you fail to help me out, I will shoot you and it won't be any where that'll heal."

Jim and Steven stood off to the side, watching the exchange between Dean and the hellspawn underneath him. Steven was a bit shocked by the nights transactions and wasn't sure what would happen next. He had honestly never witnessed the kind of anger Dean was exuding right now, not even when John and Dean had barged in on 'him' while he had been possessed and in the middle of performing his experiment on the youngest Winchester. To be perfectly blunt, the guy scared the shit out of him on a good day… this was a whole new level for him.

Jim on the other hand knew that Dean had things under control and that it was best to just let him be when he was like this… he certainly didn't want to get caught in the crossfire of the older brother's anger. And then there was also the issue of letting the young hunter and older brother exact some form of revenge. He might have been a man of the cloth and had taken a vow to teach love, acceptance, and forgiveness but considering what these demons had done to the youngest Winchester and what they were still trying to do to him, he figured it really wasn't that hard to turn a blind eye to the violence happening before him.

~DW/SW~

Sam had heard the sounds of falling furniture and knew there was a fight going on downstairs. That was as plain as day. He didn't dare move from his spot in the closet fearful that if he did try to go down there, he'd be more in the way than of any help or that he'd be putting his babies in significant danger. Please let Dean be okay he prayed knowing that if anything happened to his older brother or any of his other family members because they were trying to protect him, he'd never be able to forgive himself.

You know Sam, you could go down there and offer yourself up Sam closed his eyes as soon as he heard the suggestion. This was too much and he silently begged for the demon to have mercy on him, just once.

You want me to have mercy on you? Do you not remember what I did Sam… mercy just isn't what I'm capable of the demon replied. But you already knew that.

"Go away!" Sam muttered angrily even though he knew the demon wouldn't leave him alone. He was so sick of this shit.

Why, I'm trying to help you out here Sam. If you would just listen to me… Sam cut the demon off.

"Listen to you?! All you do is tell me how pathetic and useless I am… I don't need to hear any more of that." Sam argued back against his silent attacker.

What? You don't want to hear the truth and here I thought I was the lying, manipulative one… my, my, my Sam, aren't you just full of surprises. The demon then continued as if Sam had never even interrupted him. Now seriously, offering yourself up like the good little whore you are might get you back in with your family…

"They never left me." Sam muttered out, trying as hard as he could to not pay attention to the demon's words that were infiltrating his mind.

That's not the point. What I'm trying to say is that if you go down there and say you'll spread your legs like you do so well, chances are that demon will get what he wants, leaves and what do you know, Dean, Jim and Steven all get to live. Of course then, I'll have to come by again and reclaim what rightfully belongs to me which just so happens to be that tight little ass of yours the demon explained with a grin in his voice.

"I don't belong to you… I'm not some fucking piece of property that you bought and own." Sam said heatedly even though he did feel like maybe he was only just a cheap piece of ass.

Your ass isn't cheap Sam, why the hell do you think all of us are fighting for it? No, you're something special, that's for sure. It's a win-win Sam, you know I'm right the demon taunted.

Just then there was another loud crash followed by an unearthly scream. There was no way that was his brother and Sam smiled as he thought about Dean kicking the bad guy's ass. Sounds like Dean's handling it fine on his own Sam bit back, trying his best to not allow the small bit of worry he had to creep up knowing that the demon would pick up on it and use it against him.

~DW/SW~

Bobby had ducked into the side bedroom to hide knowing Caleb was doing that as well. When no footsteps were heard coming down the hall, he slowly opened the bedroom door and peered down as far as he could. He could hear pots and pans clanking together and he breathed a sigh of relief at knowing that at least for the moment, the man was distracted. He watched as the door opposite his opened just slightly too and Caleb cautiously peeked his head out.

After waiting another a moment, Caleb dashed across the hall and over to Bobby. He quietly shut the door behind them and they walked to the far corner of the room. "How the hell are we gonna get Josh out of here?" Caleb asked.

Bobby shook his head. "There's no way he's getting out of here on his own."

"Yeah, thanks, I figured that much." Caleb bit back.

"You mind holding off on the sarcasm till after we get rid of the drunk?" Bobby asked, quirking an eyebrow at Caleb.

Caleb huffed but nodded. "You find anything else on who the hell he might be?" He asked scrubbing a hand over his face.

"Here." Bobby shoved a handful of crumpled and yellowed papers into Caleb's hand.

"What's this?" Caleb asked as he shined his flashlight onto the pages seeing that they were the papers for the rights to the house. There was a name printed on them, Chris Baitiet, but having never heard it before, it really didn't offer any extra insight. "Fucking hell, I'm sick of these jigsaw puzzles!" Caleb said in a harsh whisper as he began to walk towards the door.

"Where the hell are you going?" Bobby asked as he grabbed Caleb's sleeve and pulled him away from the door.

"To go get some fucking answers for once." Caleb replied. "You get Josh out of here and take his truck. I'll meet up with you back at the motel."

"Caleb," Bobby started but was cut off as Caleb ducked out of the room. With not knowing what it was they were facing, he didn't like the idea of leaving the young hunter to tackle this by himself. He knew if anything happened to him, it would just be another thing Sam would blame himself for and that was by no means, what they had set out to accomplish by coming here tonight.

~DW/SW~

Back at the house, Dean was fuming. It had been half an hour since he and Jim had tied the demon to a kitchen chair and had started interrogating him. At this point, Dean was half a clip short and the only thing he'd gotten in return were horrible, detailed explanations of just how tight his brother supposedly was. He didn't want to hear that kind of information anyways but considering the circumstances, it made him sick.

Dean placed his gun on the coffee table and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Giving up Dean?" The demon smirked even as blood dripped down his chin and his breathing was ragged.

Dean shook his head. "No, just taking a little break. Be back in a couple of minutes; try not to miss me too much." He said before he gave a harsh right hook to the man's face, knocking him and the chair to the floor. "You guys clean him up. When I get back, we go again." He'd keep this up for as long as he had to.

The demon laid on the floor, still bound to the chair and watched as Dean traveled up the stairs. "You going to see if all the nice little rumors you heard about your baby brother were right? See if he really does put out…" He was cut off by another bucket of holy water being tossed on top of him.

"Aaaah!" He screamed, the pitch black eyes returning. He trembled trying to reign in the pain that the holy water had caused. "Hello Pastor." The demon smirked after he'd gotten past the burn of the water on his open wounds.

Jim didn't reply.

~DW/SW~

Dean made his way upstairs and stopped outside his and Sam's bedroom door. He didn't hear any noises coming from inside the room and while he was glad that the kid had kept quiet and out of sight, that worried him. He glanced back down the stairs, his jaw twitching when he thought about all the degrading and cruel things the demon had said about his brother. He really hoped Sam hadn't heard any of it but he knew with their luck, it had probably been mega phoned across the state or something. "Sammy?" He called knocking quietly.

When there wasn't any answer, he grew even more worried and pushed the door open. Panic flooded through him when he saw that the room was empty. No, no, no, God, please no! He shouted silently as hurried into the room, checking every space he could think of even though it was clear no one was there. He dashed over to the window and let out a small, relieved breath when he saw that the window was closed and latched and the salt line was still in place.

"Sam!" Dean yelled worriedly. He could hear footsteps rushing towards him and ducked back out into the hall. "No, don't leave him!" He ordered not wanting the demon to be left alone for any length of time. As soon as Jim and Steven had returned back downstairs, after having shot Dean curious and worried looks he returned to his room.

Okay, calm down and think he told himself. You were downstairs and had a clear view of the stairs; you would have seen him come down. With that thought in mind, Dean called out for his brother again. "Sammy, c'mon man, please let me know you're hiding in here somewhere." He pleaded.

Another moment of silence passed and it was driving Dean mad with worry but then, the slightest rustling sound caught his attention and he stood frozen. "Sam, it's just me." He called out again in the hopes of reassuring his brother enough that he'd give away his hiding place.

"D… Dean?" Sam called back drawing Dean's attention to the closed closet door.

Thank you! Dean shouted to whoever it was that made sure his brother had remained safe. He walked over to it and tried the knob, only to find it locked. "Sammy, you wanna let me in?" He asked and after a moment, Dean heard padded footsteps coming closer.

As soon as it clicked to unlock, Dean pushed the door open. He flipped the light on and felt relief fill him when he spotted Sam standing in the far corner of the small room. "Sammy," He sighed hurrying over to his brother.

"Is… is he gone?" Sam asked worriedly.

Dean shook his head no causing Sam to gasp and cling to his older brother. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam as he best he could. His heart broke when he felt the tension and fear rolling off of the kid in waves. "Shh, he can't get to you." Dean promised.

Sam was quiet for a little while. "What… what did he say?" He asked cautiously.

"Nothing so far." Dean answered. There was no way he was going to tell his brother all the cruel and untrue things that the demon had spewed. It would do nothing but shatter his brother's already fragile state of mind and confidence. "I just wanted to come and check on you… make sure you were doing okay?"

Sam sniffled and glanced down at his stomach. "They're scared." He said quietly a few minutes later. I am too he added silently though he thought Dean could probably tell that by the way he was shaking.

Dean glanced down at his brother's swollen stomach and gently pressed his hand to the center of it. He sighed when he instantly felt several harsh kicks underneath his hand. "Don't be." He reassured, gently rubbing the spot. "I'm not gonna let anything happen."

Sam nodded covering Dean's hand with his. He let out a little sigh as the twins began to calm down, seemingly comforted by their uncle's actions and presence. Dean could feel the tremors working their way through his brother's body and he kept up the gentle, soothing motions of rubbing his hands over Sam's arm and stomach.

Aw, well isn't that cute Sam heard causing him to step even more into his brother's embrace. I'm surprised he wants to touch you after all the trouble you've caused.

He loves me Sam argued back, trying to keep his fear and panic under control knowing Dean would pick up on it immediately. His brother had enough things to deal with right now.

Oh yeah? Well, if that's true then why haven't you told him about me? Or are you just too afraid that he'll agree with me and finally see you as what you are, nothing more but a hole to fuck the demon spat at Sam cruelly.

Sam shook his head as tears filled his eyes as he fought not to buy into the demon's words and taunts.

"I should get back down there." Dean said reluctantly pulling away from his brother several minutes later unaware of the mental battle Sam was fighting.

See, he's leaving. I told you he would the demon teased.

"Yeah," Sam sighed but not letting go of his brother's shirt.

Dean stepped back, gently prying Sam's hand from the fabric of his t-shirt and gave his brother a small smile. "I'll come get you when it's over, okay?"

Sam nodded again but Dean could easily see just how much Sam didn't want to be alone. As it was though, there was no way he was letting the kid downstairs. He just couldn't risk it, he wouldn't risk it.

Dean stood and walked back over to the closet door pulling it open. "It'll be over soon Sam, promise." He said before he flicked the light off and closed the door behind him, not wanting to give anyone any indication that the room was occupied.

~DW/SW~

Bobby had waited only a moment or two after Caleb had left the room before he had gone to get Josh. Seeing the young hunter stealthily make his way down the hall, he turned in the other direction and headed straight for the small bathroom. Bobby pulled back the shower curtain and leaned down. "Hey, need your help." He said putting two fingers to the side of Josh's neck checking his friend's pulse, relieved to find it steady, albeit a little slow.

Josh nodded and gritted his teeth as he tried to find a better position.

Bobby slid an arm underneath Josh's neck and hefted him up, the younger hunter leaning heavily on him. His left arm hung uselessly at his side as his right hand gripped the back of Bobby's shirt. Bobby carefully leaned down to grab Josh's fallen weapon, stashing it inside his jacket pocket before they tried to stumble as quietly as they could to the door.

~DW/SW~

Caleb glanced behind him to see that Bobby and Josh were slowly but surely making their way towards the back of the house. Clutching his gun loaded with silver and holy bullets in one hand, he crept into the living room seeing the drunk man – Chris Baitiet apparently if the papers were right, too drunk and zoned in on the porn that was showing on the crappy TV set to notice his entrance. Stupid fucker Caleb thought as he brought the butt of his gun down across the back of the man's head, knocking him unconscious.

~DW/SW~

Dean paused outside his and Sam's bedroom door. He had to collect his cool again before he went back and faced that black-eyed freak. Thinking about what the demon had told him, how his brother had apparently felt and then walking into the closet and seeing the frightened look on the teen's face… Dean had felt his gut twist with a mix of anger and sympathy. Growling to himself, he headed back towards his prey, taking the stairs two at a time.

"Last chance," He yelled as he slapped the demon awake.

The demon popped his jaw and looked up at Dean, trying to pull off his evil smirk once again but it was clear that the torture Dean had inflicted on him was starting to take its toll. "Just a quickie, hunh? You didn't go for the whole package… missing out man, I tell ya."

Dean didn't respond and instead picked up a blessed knife that Jim had grabbed. "Looks sharp, hunh?" Dean smiled a little as he ran his finger over the tip of the blade. "This is your last chance, tell me who is running this and where I can find him or you're going to be very, very sorry." He said leaning menacingly close and letting the blade rest on the lower region of the man's abdomen.

Hey! So, how was that... did I pull off the action in the chapter or what? I'd love to hear what you thought! Thanks again for reading and I'll try to update soon! :)