Warnings: Language, violence

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Present

Victor groaned as he started to come to. He wasn't sure what had happened, but his head was throbbing. He blinked his eyes a few times, trying to clear his vision. He tried to move his arms and legs, but they felt heavy, tied down. He lifted his head and looked around.

"Well, look who decided to wake up." A voice said as the lights in the room turned on suddenly. "I don't think we've had the pleasure of actually meeting yet. But I know you've been tracking me for awhile." Victor squinted at the bright lights. He saw a man walk towards him.

"Where am I?" Victor asked. "You realize I'm an FBI agent, right?"

"Oh, I know all about you Vic. May I call you Vic?" There was a chuckle. "I know how you kept my Sammy for twenty-four hours, trying to get him to talk. But he's a good boy. And loyal."

"Dean Winchester." Victor said.

"Alive and in the flesh." Dean chuckled. Victor's vision cleared some and he watched as Dean went over to a table on the side of the room. "I've had various people in here over the past year. But none as prestigious as FBI Special Agent Victor Henricksen." He picked up a knife and walked over towards Victor. "And, since you're such a special guest, I'm going to let you choose which part I'm going to slice at first."

"Fuck you." Victor hissed. Dean smirked.

"You're not my type." He laughed. Victor watched as he played with the black band on his finger. A habit he had watched Sam do while he was in interrogation. "Well, since you're not going to tell me which part to started with, I'll pick for you." With that, Dean laid the blade on Victor's arm, and started to press.

2007

Dean drove back to the bunker like a bat out of hell. He had called Bobby and Kaelyn, asking them to scan for any demonic signs that might point to where Abaddon had taken Sam. He was having flashbacks of Azazel, walking in to see him choking the life out of his Sammy. Henry had moved on to other books and had them across the table as Dean marched in.

"Dean? Where's Sam?" Henry asked, looking up.

"The bitch got him." Dean said. "Fuck, I should've been paying more attention."

"Relax, we're going to get him." Henry said, feeling the anger pouring off him. "She's trying to get our attention. She wants the book or the key. Or both." Henry looked up at Dean, as a lightbulb went off in his head. "So we trick her."

"How so?" Dean asked.

"Find a book that looks exactly like the grimoire," Henry started. "We give her the box and the fake, get Sam, and then," He went over to a wall that contained various weapons. "We take one of these bullets and bind her to her body and send her off to fuck knows where." Dean was a little taken back by Henry's word choice, since he had been so proper this whole time. But he liked his plan.

"Okay, let's get to work." Dean said, heading to the library while Henry started carving a devil's trap into the bullet.

Sam groaned as he came to. He was sitting against a pillar, tied to it. He pulled on his bonds, but they didn't budge. He looked up to see Abaddon sitting in front of him, legs crossed.

"I always wondering why Azazel was so gungho on finding you." Abaddon said, blood red nails tapping her knee. "Why would he want me to track you down so bad. I didn't realize just how powerful you are. You have so much locked up potential, just waiting to bust out."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sam said. Abaddon uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, staring into Sam's eyes.

"You have a powerful gift Sam," She began. "And you need to used it. If you don't, it'll be just a waste."

"You're starting to sound like him now." Sam informed her. Abaddon shrugged.

"He wasn't right about a lot of things. But he was right about you." She smiled. "You know, I could help you. Turn you into a well oiled machine capable of killing at the drop of a hat."

"Pass." Sam said. Abaddon shook her head.

"Well, once I kill that last Man of Letter and that cold blooded Dean, maybe you'll see things my way." She stood and smiled at Sam. "I've gotta go make some omens to lure them here." With that, she walked off, leaving Sam alone.

"Really? Thanks Kaelyn. You're the best." Dean said, hanging up. Him and Henry were packing up Baby, ready to go. "Kaelyn said she's gotten reports of demonic signs just a little west of here."

"That's got to be Abaddon." Henry said, Dean nodded in agreement. When he got his hands on her, she would be wishing that she had never touched his Sammy. They got in the car and drove towards where Kaelyn had said the signs were pointing to. An old cannery that hadn't been used in years.

"This is a trap, right?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Henry sighed. He looked down at the gun in his hand. Dean had broken down and told him that John had grown up thinking Henry had abandoned him. He didn't let it slip that he was John's son too, but that he grew up knowing the man. Henry knew that this was going to be where his story ended and he was okay with it. As long as that meant he got rid of Abaddon once and for all.

"Ready?" Dean asked.

"No." Henry said, but he got out of the car. Dean followed him, heading in through the front door. They slammed shut behind them.

"That's not a good sign." Dean said.

"Oh boys!" They heard her call out. It didn't take them long to find her, standing there with Sam. Sam's hands were tied behind his back.

"De!" Sam called out when he saw Dean and Henry walk in.

"Sammy! You okay?" Dean asked, assessing what he could see.

"Enough chit chat. He's fine." Abaddon huffed. "Henry, Dean. Do you have what I want?" She asked, Henry reached into his jacket, pulling out the book and the keybox. "Good. You two aren't as stupid as you look."

"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked. Abaddon pushed him towards Dean.

"Henry, bring it over." She growled. Henry nodded and walked towards Abaddon, passing Sam.

"Henry, don't." Sam said, but he just walked past Sam. Dean quickly pulled Sam back to him, cutting the rope off his wrists. "Dean…"

"Shh." Dean soothed, brushing some hair out of his face. Sam watched as Henry made his way to Abaddon. He handed her the box and book, making her smile. That's when he jumped then, as a knife entered his abdomen.

"Henry!" Sam gasped. Henry smiled and started to laugh.

"What? You're dying." Abaddon said. He grabbed the back of her head, placed his pistol under her chin, and fired. She felt the bullet enter her head. "You think that's going to kill me?" She asked with a laugh. She could feel it starting to heat up.

"No, but the spell I put on it is going to make your life a bitch." He stumbled back as she started to glow and suddenly fire consumed her. The fire disappeared then, seeing to fall into hell, Abaddon with it.

"What the fuck was that?!" Sam asked. Henry stumbled and fell then, the boys running to him. "Henry!"

"I left the spell at the bunker." He coughed. "It won't kill her. She'll be back and she'll be pissed. But it buys you some time." He smiled up at them for a moment before his eyes slipped closed and he went limp on the floor. Sam looked up at Dean.

"What are we supposed to do now?" Sam asked. This wasn't like every other kill they had done. This one, Sam didn't want to happen. In fact, Dean didn't want it to either, despite the fact that him and Henry had butted heads the whole time he was alive.

"Burn him and then head home." Dean said.

"South Dakota?" Sam asked. Dean shook his head.

"I figure that, we're the only ones who know about the bunker, right?" He asked. Sam nodded. "Then let's make it out home. We'll tell Kaelyn and Bobby about it, and they can come visit." Sam smiled at him. "And, it's got a fungeon." Sam couldn't help but laugh at what he said. "Come on." He lifted Henry's body up. They took him back to the bunker and gave him a hunter's funeral.

That night, they didn't go on the hunt. They didn't go look for anyone to test out the dungeon on. They picked a room that would be theirs and held on to each other.

The next night though was a different story.