A/N: Holy moly, I updated already? Thanks to everyone who's reviewed/favorited/story alerted this! Much love to you all. JSYK, I attempted to use one word of Latin. I don't know Latin. I may have made the word up...just go with it. I'll just let you get to it, then. Enjoy!


Sam swore as a chair connected with the wall where he had been crouching moments before. This demon was giving them more hell than they had planned for. Wincing to himself at how his thoughts were sounding more and more like Dean, he ran towards the Latin book that had been stripped from his hands a few minutes ago. Grabbing the book up, he huddled behind an overturned table to find the page again.

He could hear Dean across the room drawing the demon's attention to him. As often as he hated his older brother's tendency to not know when to shut up, times like this it was convenient. Flipping through the pages, he almost skipped right over the needed one and nearly tore the page out in his attempt to not lose his place again. He moved to stand up just as a shot rang out.

Frantic, Sam jumped to his feet. Neither his brother nor the demon was in sight, and there were no noises to alert him to where they might be. Scanning the room, Sam made his way to where he had last seen Dean. Just as he was moving around to see behind the couch, another shot sounded. Sam's head jerked to the right, the sound had definitely come from the kitchen.

Holding the book in front of him so he could start reading as soon as he could see the demon, Sam ran towards the other room. He barely took the time to notice that Dean was on the floor with the demon straddling him with hands reaching for his neck. Pushing back the instinct that told him to run and help his brother, Sam started reading. As he nearly shouted the Latin the demon doubled its efforts to get to Dean, knowing time was growing short.

With one last shout of "exum!" the possessed body went rigid and fell to the side of Dean, black smoke pouring out of the mouth and disappearing. Dropping the book, Sam took the couple of steps need to reach his brother's side and slammed to his knees, hands going to Dean's shoulders.

"Dean, you okay?" Sam asked, brown eyes meeting green. When all he got was a moan in answer, his eyes moved to take in the rest of his brother. He noticed a growing stain on the side of Dean's shirt and hissed as he shoved the shirt away to see where a bullet had grazed and left a deep gouge on Dean's side. Pushing a hand against the bleeding injury, Sam looked back up to his brother's face and let a small smile show. This was definitely the least injured either one of them had been after a hunt in a while. "You're alright."

"I'm not alright. I've been shot you idiot," Dean snapped. He and Sam were seriously going to have to talk about the definition of 'alright'. Or maybe he'd just shoot Sam in the gut and ask if he was alright. Idiot.


A/N: Almost no dialogue. It's tougher than I thought it'd be. Happy Halloween to everyone who celebrates! (I'm totally going to be the coolest 21 y/o EVER and wear my Ravenclaw cloak that I got from Wizarding World...my boyfriend's ashamed of me for some reason though. He just doesn't get it...) Reviews are, as always, cherised.