Who Does the Evil That Honest Men Can't?

Sam watched Dean. He knew he brother was tense by the way he was clenching his jaw. If Logan's directions were correct, they were almost there. Sam grabbed the door frame and shot a glance into the back seat to check on Kate when Dean took the last turn too fast. "Dean, if we crash now…" He left the sentence unfinished when his brother growled at him.

Sam watched his brother scan the street and cut the headlights before he pulled the car to a stop about a half block from the house. "Something's not right Sam."

Sam knew his brother was right and he smiled when Kate's hand landed on his shoulder soft and reassuring. "I know man, but we can't go in guns-a-blazing or someone might get hurt." He opened his door, shut it quietly and waited for Kate. She wasn't but a second behind him and then the three of them were at the trunk.

Dean was sorting through the weapons. He handed Sam and Kate holy water and each of them a shot gun and salt rounds.

Sam looked his brother over and saw he had the knife on his hip. "We don't even know where they are. Two houses and all we know is that Bobby and Sol were jumped. What if Logan got…"

Dean slammed the trunk. "She's fine Sam, but we need to find her."

"She is not fine."

The three of them spun to see Castiel standing behind them and staring with squinted eyes at the house down the street.

"She's in much pain." The angel looked at Dean.

Dean cursed and took a step toward Castiel. "Help her." His voice was low and dangerous.

Sam watched the change on his brother's face. He'd never seen him quite like it before; so dangerous and fiercely protective. "Dean."

Dean glared and again growled at Castiel. "Help her."

Castiel shook his head. "I can't enter the house. The runes." He raised his hand and the house took on a light purple haze. The runes and spells on the inside walls now visible on the outside. "They keep me out and bind her power."

Sam grabbed his brother's arm when he started off toward the house. "Who's in there with her and where's Bobby?"

Castiel cocked his head as he surveyed the houses then he looked back at Sam. "Bobby and the other are in the next house down. I can help with the demons there." He looked at Dean. "She's alone with her brother."

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Dean would have sworn that the fear that hit him cut him physically. It sliced through him to the core. "No." He shot Sam a panicked look. "Sam…" He had no words.

Sam looked helplessly at his brother and started to speak, but Dean was already moving even as he checked the rounds in his hand gun. He'd already forgotten about Kate, he was so focused on getting to Logan, so he was surprised when she was suddenly beside him. She was loading rounds into the shot gun from a stash she'd thrust into her pocket.

He glanced up to see Sam and Castiel heading down the street and frowned. He didn't stop moving. "Kate you shouldn't…"

Her voice low as they got closer to the house. "Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do." She loaded the chamber of the shot gun and held it, ready to shoot. Her movements became more controlled and purposeful

Dean was impressed with the way she moved. It was easy to forget how comfortable she was with weapons and with hunting. It was easy to forget what she'd already seen. A split second of regret hit him and he shook it off as Kate spoke.

"Logan's been there for me. I have to help, or at least try." The door was locked when she tried the knob. She looked to Dean just before they heard the sound of gravel underfoot.

Both Dean and Kate turned, weapons up. Again, Dean was impressed by her competence as she took up a defensive position that allowed them both access to the approaching enemy and kept their backs from being open.

Sam turned the corner of the house and frowned as he held up his hands. "Whoa, it's me."

Kate exhaled shakily, "Damn, I swear I almost shot you."

Dean mumbled something R-rated and stared at his brother incredulously.

Sam cocked and eyebrow and shook his head. He didn't need to hear Dean's words; he knew what his brother was saying. "Cas says I can help and he'll be fine."

Dean glared, but didn't say anything. He didn't want Sam there. He hadn't liked the connection his brother had with Logan before he died and he hated that it was still there…hell in some weird way stronger, now that he was back. Dean moved off toward the side of the house with his thoughts. He knew that if Logan got in, there was a way.

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Castiel slipped into the other house easily. He didn't have the knife, but then he really didn't need it, but that also meant that banishing the demons required a bit of noise. As the first demon fell, the others came toward him. Castiel smiled, it was something he didn't usually do. He didn't enjoy the killing, but things had changed. He dodged a punch, cocked his head, raised his hand and the second demon burned up in a flash of light.

Another demon smiled and cracked his neck. "Castiel, brother…" The guy looked like a teacher dressed in khakis and a polo shirt, but his eyes of course, were solid black. "Join us."

"I am not your brother Therion, once maybe, but not anymore." Castiel eyed the other two demons moving into the room behind Therion. "You have a choice to make. Leave and live, or you can stay and die." A bright light flashed in the room and for a split second Castiel's wings were visible.

Therion seemed to falter and then he shook his head. "It will be your death Castiel, not ours."

Castiel raised his hand and whispered a prayer. He knew he could take Therion, but it would weaken him. He just hoped he could finish the others off, or scare them away before they figured that out.

Therion attacked first and it jolted Castiel to the core, but for only a second. He strengthened his resolve and focused his power at the demon. He managed to banish him just as the two older hunters freed themselves and joined the fight.

Sol laughed. "Three to two, I'll take those odds." He picked up an abandoned gun from the floor and leveled it at one of the remaining demons. "What do you think Bobby? You take that one?"

The demons glanced at each other and then almost as if on cue their heads flew back and streams of black smoke rushed from their mouths.

Almost at the same time, Castiel sank to the ground.

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Dean slipped into the house through an open window, not waiting for Sam or Kate, but trusting they were right behind him. He could hear noise, mostly just soft shuffling and a low voice, but he also clearly heard sobbing. That soft low sound tore through his heart and made him angry. He cursed under his breath and moved quickly toward the sounds. Around one corner and through a doorway and he stood inside the kitchen.

He stopped so fast that Kate slammed into his back, but neither of them made a sound, though Finn was so focused on his sister that Dean was pretty sure he wouldn't have noticed even if they were wearing bells.

Dean had an overwhelming urge to squeeze his eyes shut and turn away, while at the same time tearing Finn limb from limb. He heard Kate gag and turned to see the tears on her face. It was Sam's hand on his shoulder that strengthened his resolve and he nodded when Sam pointed at the other side of the room and then held up three fingers.

Sam moved gracefully across the room in that way that amazed Dean. He would never understand how his huge brother managed it and if he admitted it to himself, he was jealous. He gripped Kate's hand when he felt it slide into his own and he swallowed and looked away for a second in an effort to control himself.

Finn had opened several long gashes on Logan's back and sides. They weren't deep, but they were bleeding freely and a small puddle of blood was forming on the floor by her knees as she knelt. Her hands were restrained behind her and then to her feet, which arched her back as Finn stood over her. The prick had his knife in one hand and his cock in the other, stroking it as every sick fantasy he'd ever had poured out of his mouth.

Logan sobbed softly and it only seemed to increase Finn's joy in his torture. The more excited he got, the quicker he pulled the sharp blade across his sister's skin. Each time he cut she drew in a sharp breath of pain and surprise.

Dean wanted to kill Finn slowly while at the same time doing it fast because he didn't want him breathing another breath. He saw Sam across the room and nodded when his brother held up his three fingers again. He tilted his head toward Kate and she shifted off to the left and then they both looked to Sam.

Sam nodded, took a step and dropped one finger, and then he shifted his weight to so that he could move easily and dropped another finger. He pointed to Dean and raised his eyes, when Dean acknowledged him he dropped the third finger.

"Finley, you mother fucking animal." Dean jumped toward the demon and fired the shot gun.

The brunt of the shot hit Finn center mass and he stumbled backward slightly and stared at his chest. "What the…"

Dean quickly positioned himself between Finn and Logan, firing again as he moved. The second shot missed as Finn moved quickly to the left.

Kate grabbed Logan and cut the ropes holding her before she pulled the injured girl to her feet, but they both slipped in the bloody puddle on the floor. Finn had moved around Dean and was growling and trying to reach Logan. Kate ignored him and struggled for footing before finally, with some effort and Dean's hand, Kate managed to get both their feet under them. She half dragged Logan toward the laundry room door they'd come in through.

Dean turned to face Finn once the girls were out of the room. He knew that the shells weren't going to stop Finn, but he was hoping to gain some time for Kate and Logan to get out. If Logan and his child were safe, he didn't care what happened. He'd die to protect his family and the thought of Finn hurting Logan and the baby sent rage through him.

He snarled and kicked Finn in the side before pressing the barrel of the gun against Finn's crotch. He pulled the trigger and fired into the suddenly empty floor. He spun looking for Finn, but found himself unable to move.

Finn suddenly filled his vision and then Dean was struggling for breath. "I'm going to kill you because she loves you and because she'll hate me more for it. I'm going to make you watch me fuck her though."

Dean's eyes searched the room wildly for Sam. Where the fuck was his brother?

Finn continued talking. "Did you hear me tell her what I was going to do to her? Hear me tell her all those dirty things I want from her?" The demon laughed as Dean struggled. "I think I'll make you watch me kill your brat too. Cut it from her belly and kill it in front of you. What do you think?"

Dean growled and struggled ineffectively, cursing his brother and in his head threatening to kill him.

Finn reached for his cock again and stroked himself. "That gets me hot…gets you hot in a different way doesn't it Winchester?" Finn pressed his face against Dean's cheek. "Make you hate me more, does it? Want to kill me? Tear me up? Do to me those things you did to others in the pit?"

Dean's eyes popped open and he stared at Finn, unable to swallow, barely able to breathe, but not because of anything Finn was doing. The guilt about the darkness inside him rose up again.

"Tsk, tsk, poor boy, I heard you quite excelled at the job. What I'm saying shouldn't be anything more than you said to those people in hell Dean. Come on, maybe you could give me a hint? I mean Alastair has so much to say about you." Finn brought his knife up Dean's chest, easily slicing through his t-shirt and drawing a sharp, bloody line from lower sternum up to Dean's throat, where he pressed it against the large vein that pulsated. "I can hear your blood Dean. I can hear it rushing so fast through your body." He traced the tip of the blade up the side of Dean's neck. "I'm getting bored though. Maybe I should just end you now."

"Let him fucking go." Sam spoke from behind Finn.

Dean saw his brother for a split second before Finn released him and he fell to the floor. There was something about Sam, something not right. Dean struggled to catch his breath. He was dizzy and he wasn't sure why, but there was a rushing in his ears and a hot stinging feeling below his left ear. He heard boots, lifted his head and then everything went black.

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Sam smiled. He knew it was cold, that was the point. He watched as Finn squared off in front of him and he played his tongue over his teeth savoring the last hint of his drug of choice. Power buzzed through him, he felt so alive and so dangerous and he knew Finn could feel it. He saw the little flicker of doubt in the half-breed's eye.

"Finn." His voice was quiet, but powerful.

The demon wiped his bloody knife nonchalantly on the thigh of his jeans. "So, little brother found a way to spread his wings while his keeper was in hell." Finn inhaled. "She's addictive isn't she?" He pointed the knife blade at the puddle of blood on the floor. "I know, I had her all those years ago and haven't stopped dreaming about her."

"Leave Logan alone."

"Aww, don't tell me you have a thing for my sister too, I mean other than a taste for her blood?"

Something flashed in Sam's eye and Finn smiled and bounced up and down like a child. "Oh, you do. That surprises me some. I thought you'd have more respect for your own flesh and blood." Then Finn laughed feverishly before adding in a tone of conspiracy, "But then I've always found my own flesh and blood utterly irresistible." He winked. "You fucked her didn't you?"

Again Finn giggled. "I love it. A love triangle and the baby might be yours right?" He clapped and adjusted himself through his jeans. "That gets me hot. Was she good? Did you like fucking her? Sweet little sister always was so good…"

Sam had enough and he landed a solid punch in Finn's midsection. "Don't you talk about Logan that way." He landed a punch to the side of the demon's head. "Don't talk about my brother that way."

Finn landed on his side, laughing and moaning as if he found the beating enjoyable.

Sam pulled his leg back, "And don't you fucking ever, ever compare me and my family to you." He brought his foot forward with such power that the demon skidded about a foot across the floor.

Finn, gulped for air and Sam watched as he struggled to sit up. Sam didn't wait for him to respond, but simply held out his hand and focused.

Finn screamed and it echoed in the room. Flames came from the floor and the demon cursed as he fought against Sam's power.

A cruel smile flirted across Sam's mouth and then turned to a slight frown as he was forced to focus more power into banishing Finn. He felt blood on his upper lip, and that hadn't happened in some time. He ignored it and took a hesitant step forward only to falter as Kate and Bobby came into the room with their guns drawn.

Sam heard Kate call his name and then Bobby curse. His concentration broke and in that second, Finn managed to disappear. Sam stumbled a couple of steps before he lifted his head. "What the hell do were you thinking?" "

Bobby slid around Kate, who was attempting to help Sam, and backhanded the young hunter across the face. "What the hell do you think you're messing with?" Bobby glared up at the boy he thought of more as a son than a friend. "I don't even want to know how or why." Bobby pushed past Kate and headed back out the door.

"Are you alright?" Kate asked, looking Sam over and not finding much more than a trickle of blood from his nose, though there was no bruising to indicate he'd been punched. "Cuts, bruises or broken bones?"

Sam shook his head and wiped his nose with his hand. He looked at the blood and wiped it onto his jeans before wiping his upper lip. "I'm fine, but you shouldn't have interrupted me."

Kate snorted. "Want to explain to me what exactly I interrupted?" She moved around the room and picked up the scattered weapons and then handed one to Sam and indicated they should leave. "I'm not sure of what I saw and I'm not sure why Bobby is pissed as hell, but then I haven't been too sure of much of anything recently." She raised an eyebrow and bit at her lower lip.

"It was nothing. I was just trying to finish that ass hat off so he couldn't wreck anymore havoc." He smiled at Kate and wondered if it looked as predatory as it felt. He hadn't expended all the energy Logan's blood had given him and now he was restless. He reached for Kate's arm just before she got to the side door in the kitchen. He spun her around and against him even as he pressed her back into the pantry door. "We have a few minutes?"

It was a statement couched as a question and Kate felt some small thrill shoot through her veins at the suggestion in his voice. She shook her head, "Not really."

Sam's lips slammed into hers with bruising intensity. His tongue pressed inside without permission and without remorse. His teeth nipped at Kate's tender lips as he devoured her mouth with an intensity that surprised even him. He pulled back and watched emotion trace across her face and flood her eyes. He saw the desire mixed with regret and a bit of fear and it was exactly what he hoped he'd see. He bent his head to her ear, kissed and nipped at the curl of it and then down her neck before his lips settled by her ear again. "Then later."

Sam pulled away as suddenly as he'd pressed against her and then he was out the door.

He didn't see Kate shiver and he didn't see her frown just before she wiped the back of her hand over her damp eyes.

Note:

Well, school is done and the job hunt paid off! I hope this means my writing mojo will return. It seems that school and papers and research and thesis writing simply killed my desire to write ANYTHING, including the things I needed to do ;) Okay, so sorry that this update took me like a million years to get done, but see the previous sentence for my excuse and enjoy what you got! Let me know what you think and I'll be working on more.