After she was sure Sam took off, Angel hurriedly walked through the docks in search of her injured brother. Her eyes swam around as the worst kept circling her brain.

"Dean? Dean, can you hear me?"

She huffed and took out her phone to dial his cell, hoping she'd get lucky. Immediately she heard his ringtone coming from below her, by the water. She ran down to where he was lying unconscious at the bottom of the ramp.

"Dean! Dean!"

She pulled him to a sitting position and shook him carefully, forcing him to consciousness. He awakened with a pained groan, coughing and shuttering from being completely drenched.

She sighed in relief, "Hey, hey, take it easy."

He shuddered as another groan of pain left him, looking over to her, "Where's Sam?"

"Don't know. He tried to come after me but once he couldn't find me he gave up and took off. We'll find him later."

She helped him to stand, and he leaned on her heavily, groaning and clutching his shoulder as they walked back to the bar. He lost his footing and nearly went down but she steadied him.

"Come on, put your arm around me." Painfully he obeyed, placing his arm over her shoulders she could take most of his weight, one of her arms wrapped around his waist as the other replaced his over his wound, "I got you, little brother. Come on."

Once they got back to the bar Jo helped her sit him at the table and carefully take his jacket off. Angel ripped the sleeve of his black crew neck shirt to survey the wound before sharing a knowing look with him. He was already watching her, trying to stifle a groan.

"Jo, you got a first aid kit?" She nodded quickly, "Go get it." Once she disappeared outside Angel went over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and two shot glasses, "Take a drink. You know you're gonna need it."

A few seconds later Jo hurried in with a small black bag. She handed it over to Angel who opened it and got to work. After taking out all of the supplies she'd need and spreading them out she poured a shot of distilled alcohol into the untouched glass before pouring some onto a gauze pad.

Pulling a chair over to him she gave him another warning, "I have to take it out and it's gonna hurt like a bitch."

His jaw clenched but nodded at her nonetheless and she got to work. Instantly he gripped the edge of the table with his right hand as searing pain entered his left shoulder. He grunted and groaned loudly as she dug out the bullet but tried to stay as still as possible. Jo watched them worriedly as Angel dug deeper and he groaned even louder, sending a glare right over to her and nearly pulling away.

She sent him the same glare, "Don't be a baby, Dean." She pulled him back and sent him a warning eye, "Stop moving."

When she continued he groaned again, stiffening up, "God!"

"Almost. Alright, got it. Got it." She dropped the bloodstained bullet in the shot glass of distilled alcohol and smiled as Dean grabbed the JD and took a few healthy swigs from the bottle, "Wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Are you kidding me?" He took a deep breath, glad the worst of it was over as she dressed it, "You're a butcher."

"Boo hoo." She rolled her eyes, "You're welcome, ass."

Jo couldn't help but chuckle at them but frowned along with Angel once Dean tried to get up.

"We done? Lets go."

She pulled him back down, "We can't get Sam if I'm worried about you bleeding out, so relax."

Dean glared but complied and took another swig from the bottle as she started layering the wound with gauze and tape.

"So… how did you guys know?" Jo asked quietly, earning their attention, "That he was possessed?"

Dean flinched a little at the pressure Angel put on the wound but answered, "Uh, we didn't… Just knew that it couldn't have been him."

She nodded looking away from them painfully, earning Deans worry, "You okay?"

"I know demons lie, but… do they ever tell the truth too?"

"Um…" Dean looked to Angel curiously who raised a brow before he answered, "Yeah, sometimes, I guess."

Angel nodded, looking over at her curiously before focusing back on her brother's wound, "Especially if they know it'll mess with your head."

Dean took another swig, "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing. Doesn't matter." She shook her head in dismissal before looking between them, "Do you guys have an idea where he's headed to next?"

"So far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so…" Dean frowned, "Closest one we know lives in South Dakota."

"I'm done. Lets go." Angel got up, followed by Dean and turned to nod at Jo, "Thanks for your help, Jo. Sorry about all this."

She got up as well, "I'm coming with you guys."

"Uh…" Dean frowned at her, "You're not coming."

"The hell I'm not." She glared at him as she put her hands on her hips, "I'm a part of this now."

Angel sighed heavily at her but Deans the one that dismissed her, "I can't say it more plainly than this: You try to follow us and I'll tie you right back to that post and leave you here." He motioned between himself and his sister, "This is our fight. I'm not getting your blood on our hands. That's just how it's gonna be."

"Wait. Here." Jo called as they walked out, she handed out a prescription pill bottle when he turned around, "Take these, they'll help with the pain."

"Thanks." He nodded, looking at her for a long minute, "I'll call you later, okay?"

Jo sighed as he watched them walk out, "No you won't."

Sioux Falls, South Dakota…

Sam walked slowly up the steps of a house and knocked on the door. Bobby Singer opened it curiously before grinning and laughing with pleasure at the sight of Sam.

"Sam!"

Sam bared his teeth in a smile, "Hey, Bobby."

"It's been a while." Sam grinned sheepishly as Bobby stepped aside, "Well, come on in."

He entered slowly, glancing at the ceiling, and Bobby shut the door behind him. They walked together into Bobby's study, which was dimly lit and covered wall to wall with stacks of books and papers.

"So what brings you?"

"Working a job nearby, and thought I'd stop in and say hey."

"Well, where are Ang and Dean?"

"Angies working a case with a guy shes been seeing and Dean…" Sam chuckled, "He's holed up somewhere with a girl and a twelve pack."

Bobby walked into the back room, leaving Sam alone. He eyed the ceiling again as Bobby spoke.

"Oh yeah? She pretty?"

Sam's eyes cloud over black for a moment, "You ask me, he's in way over his head."

Bobby returned with a beer in each hand and handed one over to Sam, "Well, it's good to see you." He raised his bottle, "To John."

Sam raised his beer as well, "To Dad."

They toasted and swig the beer, Sam turning to look up at the ceiling again. As he swallowed the beer he spewed suddenly, choking, falling to his hands and knees and coughing and gagging painfully. Bobby sipped his beer, unconcerned.

"What'd you do?!"

"A little holy water in the beer. Sam never would have noticed, but then, you're not Sam are you." Bobby smirked, "Don't try to con a con man."

He slammed his fist into Sam's face, knocking him out.

Later on…

Possessed-Sam was tied to a chair, before a fire and under the very same protective circle the four of them had used on the Meg-demon.

Dean smacked him in the face to wake him up, "Hey."

Sam looked up and saw the painted Devil's Trap before glaring at Dean who stood in front of him, "Dean. Back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach."

"How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?"

"Oh, careful, now." He smirked, "Wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging."

"Actually, what we have planned isn't gonna hurt Sam all that much." Angel smirked as she walked into the room with a large bucket, "You, on the other hand…" She tossed the bucketful of holy water on him, who sizzled and roared at the contact, "Feel like talking now?"

"Sam's still my meat puppet." He growled, "I'll make him bite off his tongue."

"No, you won't be in him long enough." Dean turned, "Bobby."

Bobby began reading from a book in latin, "Exorcisamus te, omnes in mundus spiritus; omnes satanica potestas, omnes incursio…"

Dean talked over him, "See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up? You're not getting Sam. 'Cause we're gonna kill every one of you first."

The demon struggled painfully, then threw back his head and laughed maniacally, cutting off Bobby in surprise.

"You really think that's what this is about? The master plan? I don't give a rat's ass about the master plan!"

"Humiliares sub potente magnu dei…"

"Oops." He smiled when Bobby trailed off in confusion, "Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks." He lowered his head and began growling Latin, "Spiritus in mundus, un glorum suarum umitite palatum iram, domine…"

The fire behind him flared and the room shook as he continued.

"Uh… this isn't familiar." Angel turned wide eyes, "What the hell's going on, Bobby?"

Bobby then caught sight of the burn mark on Sam's forearm as he continued to chant, "It's a binding link! It's like a lock! He's locked himself inside Sam's body!"

"What the hell do we do?"

"I don't know!"

Sam threw back his head and screamed. The shaking walls and ceilings began to crack, breaking the protective circle.

"There." Sam's eyes were now demon black as he lowered his head, "That's better."

He jerked his head left and Bobby went flying. He jerked his head right and Angel and Dean went flying, landing heavily against the far wall. The holy water flask fell from Deans hand as he flinched in pain from his shoulder.

Sam ripped free of the restraints and stalked over to them, "You know when people want to describe the worst possible thing? They say it's like hell." He knelt in front of Angel and grabbed a fistful of her hair before rearing back and clocking her with a right jab, "You know there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um…" She grabbed onto his shirt trying to stay conscious as he hit her again, "Well, it's like hell. Even for demons." He hit her again, busting open her nose before tossing her to the side and turning to kick Dean in the face hard twice, "It's a prison, made of bone and flesh and blood and fear." He punched Dean before grabbing his groggy head and holding it steady, "And you two sent me back there."

Dean sneered, "Meg."

"No, not anymore. Now I'm Sam." He hit him again before digging his right thumb into Deans bullet wound, "By the way. I saw your Dad there- he says howdy." He dug in further and Dean tried to pull his hand away as he groaned in pain, "All that I had to hold onto, was that I would climb out one day, and that I was going to torture you three. Nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect." He shoved Dean's grasping hand away, "But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your Dad, and deep down… you know that you can't save your brother. Your family would have been better off without you."

Sam reared back to hit Dean again but suddenly Angel and Bobby were both behind him. Bobby grabbed his arm and Angel pressed a hot poker into the mark on Sam's arm. He screamed in pain, then screamed again as black demon smoke billowed out of him and up the chimney. Angel sagged against Bobby weak as Dean pulled himself up painfully. Sam fell to the ground, then came to himself, scrabbling and looking around in confusion before grabbing his arm in sudden pain.

Dean watched him closely, "Sammy?"

Sam looked around at the three of them in confusion, "Did I miss anything?"

Dean reared back and right-hooked Sam in the cheek. His eyes then rolled back and he collapsed as Sam grabbed his cheek in confusion.