Ch 29

The three hunters barreled towards Monument, Colorado knowing they had a limited window to try and catch Bela before she disappeared again. Dean and Sam in the front seat bickering about something mundane to help pass the time and River spread out in the backseat pouring over Levi's books. The road was nearly pitch black and empty of all other cars the only light coming from Baby's headlights and River's small book light.

"Why couldn't you just ask that asshat to grab the Colt for us?" Dean grumbled, he had asked the same question in a half dozen different ways over the last few hours.

River looked up and glanced at the reflection of Dean's green eyes, "Because he doesn't work like that. I'm lucky he helped us at all."

"Well, you two seemed pretty close…" he muttered.

River laughed, "You still miffed, hot stuff? Get over it, we're just friends. He was trying to rile you up… Seems like it worked 'cause you fuck like a wild animal when you're jealous."

"Oh, god really guys?" Sam moaned disgustedly.

River turned back to the books, "Did you know 'Devils shoelace' can keep hellhounds at bay? Thats going on the list of good things to know," She said scratching a note in her journal.

"Friends? You met him like once. I wouldn't count that as a friend." Dean huffed. Sam rolled his eyes at his brothers temper tantrum.

"I never said I only met him once. I only mentioned the first time. We've gone out a whole bunch of times since then." The Impala sped past a sign that read "Welcome To Colorado!".

"What? When have you had time to go out anywhere?" Dean asked as Sam read off the next set of directions to get to Bela's hotel.

"Well, Dean, I've had a lot of spare time on my hands lately. I call Loki, he takes me out, we have a good time, he brings me back before sunrise…he seems lonely."

"Lonely? You know he killed me over a hundred times," Dean said.

"Dude, you don't even remember any of it," Sam muttered.

"This spell can be used to track a demon oh but we need a name. I'm putting it on the list anyways," River mumbled to herself. Dean drove the Impala up a long, winding road that led the Silverton Hotel and parked the car off to the side of the road. The hunters found a service entrance at the side of the hotel and entered quickly trying not to garner anyones attention.

They entered Bela's suite silently, Dean taking point, River and Sam fanning out to quickly check the rest of the room. "God damn it!" River muttered. The room was empty, the bed still unmade, spare wigs and clothes left in the dresser drawers. The phone rang, the three glanced at each other before Dean answered it.

"Hello?" he said.

"Why, Dean, such a nice surprise. Sorry I had to run, important business to attend to," Bela said jovially.

"Listen, bitch. I want the god damn Colt back. A lot of people, innocent people are gonna die if you do this" Dean yelled into the phone.

"And what exactly do you think I'm going to do?"

"Sell the Colt to the highest bidder." he sneered.

"You know nothing about me, Dean. I wish we had more time for snappy banter. But you're about to be very occupied. Send River my regards," she said ending the call. Dean dropped the phone, "Shit." The three turned to the door just as it was being kicked in, multiple gun wielding police officers swarmed in all yelling some form off, "Drop your weapons", "on your knees", and one yelled at River "Stop resisting" as he body slammed her into a wall. Dean tried to yell but a gun was shoved in his face, Sam was on his knees, fingers laced behind his head and River was pinned on her stomach with her wrists now cuffed behind her back and blood slowly trickling out of her nose.

"Well, boys, long time no see," a young, bald African- American FBI agent strolled into the room.

"Agent Henriksen, right. How's it going'?" Dean quipped from his position on the floor next to River and Sam. The FBI agent looked down at the three hunters and smiled. The police officers shackled the Winchesters together and had them crab walk to the waiting paddy wagon, River hung limply and made two officers basically drag her. Two armed officers climbed in the back of the van and each had a loaded shotgun pointed at the hunters.

"You ok?" Dean asked as River wiped her face off with her shirt.

"Just peachy, Winchester," she mumbled.

"Shut your pie holes," The cop closest to her yelled. She rolled her eyes and leaned back.

"Where are all of your men? I asked for everyone on deck, Sheriff!" Agent Henriksen paced in the small room. Four officers, the Sheriff and a young file clerk sat at their desks.

"This is everyone, including the ones you took on your raid. Look, we're a small town Agent. We aren't equipped to deal with something like this, three of the FBI's most wanted," the Sheriff was a middle aged nervous looking man. Henriksen stormed towards the holding cells where a lone drunk was sleeping off the previous nights bender.

"Get him out here. Put the woman in there and the other two over there," Henriksen barked at the young deputy that had followed him. The young man jumped and ran to unlock the cell, escorting the still drunk vagrant out of the station.

"Hey you can't let my prisoners just walk outta here !" the Sheriff called.

Agent Henriksen rounded on him, "I'll be the first to admit this isn't the best option but I had a tip and I had to move. Now I'm bringing in three of the most dangerous criminals I've ever hunted, think Hanibal Lecter, his half-wit baby brother and because it's my lucky day a serial killing psycho nurse. I'll do what I think is necessary to keep everyone safe."

Dean and Sam shuffled into the station, wrists handcuffed and ankles shackled together. River had again refused to walk and was being carried between two deputies be her armpits. The young file clerk, Nancy, sat nervously at her desk rubbing her crucifix and murmuring a prayer. She made a small scream when she saw River, having recognized her face from the news. "You're fine, Nancy. We really aren't the bad guys," River called over her shoulder as the three were taken to the holding cells. The deputies carrying River unceremoniously dropped her and slammed the cell door shut as Sam and Dean were led to the cell across from her.

River sat on the small bench in her cell and watched amusedly as Sam and Dean untangled their various chains and limbs and found a comfortable position to sit. "How are we gonna Houdini out of this?" Sam asked looking over at his older brother.

"I don't know, man. I'm thinkin'" Dean muttered.

"Yes, sir. I've got them. Sam and Dean Winchester, chained up and ready for supermax," Henriksen spoke to his supervising Agent.

"Listen here, Henriksen, I'm coming in for this one. No mistakes. I'll bring a chopper and we fly those two assholes out." Agent Groves said.

"And the woman? She's just as crazy as the brothers," Henriksen replied.

"I don't give two shits about their whore."

Henriksen hung up the phone and turned to the Sheriff, "There's a chopper coming, clear the parking lot." The Sheriff nodded and directed his deputies to follow the orders. Agent Henriksen returned to the hold area, hands on hips and a triumphant smile plastered on his face. "I never believed in fate but this…this is some cosmic karma, stars and planets aligning shit," he said turning to look at his three prisoners. "You know… them I get. Crazy daddy brainwashed those two psychos but you…I don't get. That little kid you carved up. There's a special place in hell for people like you." Henriksen turned to River.

She glanced up at him smiling slightly, "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"How'd you three meet up anyways? Dating site for psychos?" he said looking at the brothers, "How's this work? You guys just pass her back and forth or do you have a schedule or something?"

"Oh no, Agent. I want them both at the same time. Takes a lot of stretching and maneuvering but we decided it's only weird if they make eye contact, I call it the Winchester sandwich." River replied. Sam and Dean gave Henriksen a chagrined smirk.

"Well, enjoy each others company while you can. I suspect you'll be going directly to solitary while you wait for the death penalty and you two…" he turned back to the brothers, "You'll never see each other again. I'll make sure they put you in a windowless box so small it's probably unconstitutional." The sounds of a helicopters whirling blades echoed from outside. Sam sat up a little from where he had been slouched over and glanced up at the small barred window. Henriksen smiled and stalked out to go meet his supervising agent.

"If you guys have a plan. I'd love to hear it," River called over to them.

Agent Groves strode into the small police station gripping a large manilla folder, packed with papers. Henriksen walked up to him, hand outstretched, "Agent Stephen Groves?" Groves glanced at his open hand and placed the folder in it. "What the hell is this?" Henriksen asked.

"Sorry, Viktor was it? The FBI didn't invent bureaucracy but we did perfect it. I need that paperwork done now. I'm going to go inspect our prisoners," Groves said turning and walking towards the holding cells.

"Well, would you look at this," Groves called casting his eyes between the two cells as he shut the sliding metal door. He walked to River's cell first, "You look like you need a cavity search," he smirked.

She tilted her head at him, "I'm all yours big boy."

"And you two," he said crossing over to the Winchesters cell. The brothers stood and came closer to the bars, "Sam and Dean Winchester. It's a pleasure. I've been waiting for you two to come out of hiding for some time." The brothers glanced at each other with eyebrows raised. Special Agent Groves raised a gun and pointed it through the bars, firing a quick shot before they had time to react and shooting Dean in the shoulder.

"Dean!" River screamed, throwing herself at the locked cell door. Dean stumbled back as Sam grabbed the gun from Groves. Dean trying to roll out of the way as the the agent fired several more wild shots. The Special Agents eyes turned pitch black causing Sam to take a startled breath. He recovered quickly and began murmuring the exorcism incantation.

"Sorry I've got to cut this short. It's gonna be a long night boys," the demon threw its head back screaming as a cloud of black smoke came rushing out of the agents mouth and flew into a air duct. The Agents lifeless body dropped to the floor with a heavy thud.

Two more deputies rushed in, guns drawn and yelling at Sam to drop the gun he was now holding. "He didn't shoot anyone ! Please help Dean! God Damn it!" River yelled, slamming her hands into the bars.

Sam was yelling at the officers at the same time and dropped the gun, "I didn't shoot anyone!" Dean sat up unsteadily and got on his knees next to his brother.

"Don't fucking shoot them you assholes!" River screamed again.

"We didn't shoot him! Check the body there's no blood," Sam said calmly, "He probably been dead for months." One of the deputies looked down at the body of Groves who did in fact look like he had been dead for some time. His face already a ghastly pale color and body rigid.

"What did you do to him!" Henriksen demanded.

"Nothing, he was possessed!" Dean yelled, trying to hold pressure on his bleeding shoulder.

"Get the chopper ready, we're getting these assholes out of here!" he barked at the other agent. The man stood and jogged out of the room, trying to reach someone on his radio but getting only static. The sheriffs deputies had guns trained on the three hunters and shifted nervously.

The other FBI agent ran outside to check the helicopter and nearly tripped over a body. Two sheriffs deputies lay on their backs in a pool of blood, throats slit in the parking lot. The helicopter sat motionless and the agent ran cautiously towards it. The pilot sat slumped over in the seat, his throat also slit. The agent picked up his radio with shaky hands "Vic, their dead. I think their all dead," the call was cut short as an explosion tore apart the helicopter and shook the police station. "What the hell was that?" the Sheriff shrieked running out of the holding cell, followed by two of his deputies.

The Sheriff and his remaining deputies frantically started loading weapons as Nancy, the young clerk tried the phones. "The line is dead? I can't get a call out and the radio is just static. The internet is down. Whats going on?" she cried.

Henriksen strode into the middle of the room, "This is a siege, We are under attack and you all need to keep your heads on straight if you want to make it out of this!"

"Sam, whats it look like?" River called as Sam helped Dean pull his jacket down to inspect the gun shot.

"I can't tell if it went all the way through. Keep pressure on it," Sam told his brother pushing his hand back into the wound. Just then the lights flickered and died, plunging the station into almost complete darkness.

"Shit," River pulled her small cot towards the wall and stood on her toes trying to look out the small window, "I think there's someone out there…"

"So what's the plan? Kill everyone in the station and bust you three out?" Henriksen reappeared in the holding area standing next to the Winchesters cell.

"What the hell are you talking about?" River said.

"It's not us you gotta worry about, Vic. Whoever, whatever is out there is not here to help us," Dean replied.

"You gotta believe us, let us out so we can help you," Sam pleaded.

"Let us out so we can save your asses," Dean added.

"Save us from what? Say demons, I dare you," Henriksen said annoyed and holding his gun. Dean scoffed and turned away from him.

"Before tonight is over, you're gonna apologize to them and then you're gonna thank them for saving your life Special Agent," River said as the agent walked away. "How's your shoulder, hot stuff?"

"It's awesome, princess. I'll live, you know if we get out of here alive," Dean said smiling at her. Then glanced towards the doorway where Nancy was watching them with large eyes.

Sam turned towards her also, "Oh. hey, hey there you ok?" She made a slight squeak and stepped back. "Please, please I just need a clean towel for my brothers shoulder," Sam pleaded with her. She turned away with out a word and came back a moment later taking hesitant steps towards the cell. She held out a towel for Sam who gently took it then grabbed her wrist, the young woman letting out a terrified scream and tried to pull away. A deputy ran in aiming a shotgun at Sam. Nancy struggled with him for a moment then was released and ran out of the room.

Sam and Dean held up their hands in surrender, "Try that again and I will shot all three of you!" he roared.

"Hey! I didn't grab her," River said as he swung the gun in her direction and backed out of the room. "Real nice. Smooth move…" River snarked.

"Yeah what the hell dude?" Dean said punching him in the arm. Sam said nothing but let a small crucifix dangle out of his closed fist.