When Sam had been gone for over two hours without checking in, Dean knew that something was wrong. A quick mental scan of the area showed that he was nowhere to be found. Starting to panic slightly, Dean pulled out the laptop, only to find that Sam's phone was off. No GPS. He stormed out of the motel room and headed into town. He was lucky enough to get a lead from the first place he thought to go: a little stand alone diner in the middle of the small town. Seeing his urgency, a waitress told him that she saw Sam come in for no more than two minutes then leave after another guy showed up and started talking to him. From her description, Dean was sure that Sam had been taken by hunters. Upon leaving the diner, Dean was thoroughly panicked and pissed off, but he reminded himself to stay calm and focused. He couldn't do Sam any good if he lost his control now.

He was calculating his next move when Sam suddenly appeared on his radar. Knowing hunters, he assumed that they had a few hex bags to give themselves time to tie up Sam and set a trap. Seeing as they'd just burned them, Dean took his cue to show up. He tracked Sam to a warehouse just outside town and wasted no time in teleporting there.

Now standing in front of the concrete structure, Dean's mind whirred with how he would punish these hunters if they had harmed his brother in any way. Before storming in, Dean called in a few storm clouds. They were expecting a strong and angry demon, so he figured why not play the part? The sky grew dark and crackled with lightning. A small power rush came over him, but he quickly suppressed it. There were bigger matters at hand. He gave the change in weather a minute to sink in before supernaturally ripping the door off its hinges and throwing it aside.

Standing in the doorway, he surveyed the room. Sam was tied up to a chair at the far end of the initial clear area, unconscious. The rest of the space was filled with piles of boxes, bundles of pipe, and miscellaneous other industrially packaged items. In his scan of the area he found a devil's trap painted on the floor immediately in front of the entrance. He took care of this quickly, forming a crack in the concrete across the edge with little more than a thought. Dean stepped inside, yelling into the air.

"Alright! Here I am!" No response. Dean slowly advanced further into the building. "I know you're there. Come on out." He said in a lower, slightly more threatening voice. By this point, he'd crossed most of the small open area. Just before reaching Sam, however, he ran into an invisible wall. Surprised, he double checked the floor and ceiling. He thought for a second before realizing to look to the sides. Sure enough, he found another trap painted on the wall to his left. He shook his head at his oversight as the three hunters appeared from their posts around the warehouse. "You crafty sons of bitches. Alright, you got me. Congratulations. What do you want?"

One of them stepped directly between Dean and Sam. "Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing."

"Me, I want you to untie Sam here," he nodded towards his brother, "then, depending on his condition, I'll decide what I want to do from there."

"Right. Yeah, small problem, that's not going to happen. So why don't you just tell us your plan and we can send you back downstairs nice and easy?"

Dean scoffed. "You're wasting your time. I don't have a plan. It may be hard to believe, but we're on the same team here."

Another hunter to the right of him spoke up, "you expect us to believe that you have nothing to do with this whole wipe out humanity thing?"

He chuckled a bit, "you guys are pretty late to the party. That ship sailed a while ago."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah really. Nipped that in the bud personally before it went anywhere. I told you, we're on the same side."

"You? A demon? Now why don't I believe that?"

"Alright, how 'bout this: who told you that the demons had a plan in the first place?"

The first man spoke again after a slight hesitation, "friend of mine."

"This friend of yours happen to be Bobby Singer?" He took the hunter's furrowed brow as a yes. "And who do you think told him?" He jabbed a thumb at himself.

"There's gotta be something in it for you. What about the hunting, how does that fit in? And why are you working with that guy?" The third asked from behind him.

Dean turned to address him, "I'm a hunter. That's it." A splash of holy water came from behind him. It stung where it hit the back of his neck directly, but didn't burn nearly as much as when Sam hit him with some months back. Even so, it irritated him. He angrily turned to the first hunter. If it weren't for Sam still tied up behind him, Dean likely would have lost it then and there. Rather, he said nothing and just stared at the hunter through dark blue eyes. "We want the truth," the hunter with the holy water insisted, unfazed by Dean's glare.

"I'm telling you the truth," he said in a low near-growl.

"Yeah, you're a very virtuous hell spawn, got that," the hunter to his right said sarcastically, "but why are you hunting monsters? Last I checked, all demons want to do is raise some hell."

Dean forced his eyes back to normal and turned to him. "Hell can stay where it is as far as I'm concerned. I just want to get back to work."

"Back to work as a hunter."

"Bingo. All I'm doing is fighting monsters with my little brother, like we have since we were kids. Can you just get that through your thick skulls? It doesn't matter that I'm a demon now. I'm fighting the same battle as you."

The first hunter nearly laughed out loud. "You sad, delusional, crazy son of a bitch. Your brother?" He crouched down next to Sam, pulling his limp head up by a fistful of his ridiculously long hair. "This isn't your brother. This is a human that you brainwashed into working with you for some reason. This," he switched his hold from Sam's hair to under his chin, "is the hunter who should have killed you a long time ago. But now, he's helping you do god knows what. We might even have to take him out too when we're done with you."

Dean was infuriated. He got as close as the devil's trap would allow and growled out, "you don't know a damn thing. If you so much as touch him again, so help me, it will be the last thing you ever do." A strong gust of wind blew through the warehouse to emphasize his point.

"Ooo, that struck a chord," the third hunter commented. "I don't think we're gonna get anything out of this one, Hank."

The hunter crouched next to Sam, apparently his name was Hank, sighed and nodded. "You're probably right." He gave Sam a hard pat on the back before standing directly in front of Dean, who was currently wishing he could reach out and strangle him. "Have fun in hell. We catch you up here again, we'll kill you. Understood?" Dean spit in his face as a response. Hank wiped his eye with the back of his hand. "Go for it, Vic," he said before turning back to Sam.

The hunter to the right of Dean started reciting an exorcism. The demon was unfazed, standing perfectly still and staring daggers at Hank. The hunter was raising a hand to slap Sam awake when the exorcism stopped short. Hank turned to his companion, "what are you waiting for? Finish it."

Vic looked uneasy, "um, it's not working."

"What? What do you mean it's not working?" Hank turned and was met with a smug grin from Dean.

Dean shook his head, "you're really gonna have to try harder than that. My turn." He dropped his head and closed his eyes, muttering his own Latin incantation. There was a loud boom of thunder and a blinding crack of lightning. Satisfied that he'd been able to break the trap, Dean looked up at Hank with a demented smile and a malicious demon-eyed glare. "That's better."

All three hunters were thrown in different directions. The other two were pinned against walls while Hank, obviously the leader of the operation, got Dean's special attention. He was thrown into the tall stack of boxes behind him then pulled up off the ground in a supernatural choke hold as Dean dramatically advanced.

"You know, we could have all gotten out of here alive. I've been trying to be good, I really have. And I've been doing pretty well, if I do say so myself. Haven't even killed anyone yet. But then you," Hank was slammed against another pile of crates, "you just had to go and make me mad, didn't you?" Dean reveled in the power rush now, making no attempt to stop it. He made the storm rage outside and let himself enjoy the terror in the hunter's eyes. "Big mistake."

A/N: Ahh! Drama! Please review, I love you all so much.