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Episode Summary:

The Winchesters break into Bela's apartment in order to get the Colt back, but she has tipped off Agent Henricksen, the FBI agent in charge of tracking them down after shifters used their faces to complete a string of bank robberies, about their whereabouts and they are arrested. Ruby shows up to warn them that the jailhouse is surrounded by a band of demons with a powerful new leader who wants Sam dead.

A/N: One more quick author's note, Agent Henriksen is in this episode but I skipped the episodes Nightshifter and Folsom Prison Blues in Season 2. My OC knows him from those cases just like the boys. Thanks for reading!

Monument, Colorado…

Sam and Angel rushed into a motel bedroom with their guns raised. Dean followed close behind with his own gun raised and shut the door. The three of them hurriedly searched the room. Angel and Dean checked the drawers, while Sam checked the safe.

"You boys see it?"

"Nothing." Sam turned to Dean, "Are you sure this is Bela's room?"

He held up two wigs, "I'd say so."

Suddenly the phone rang and the three of them shared a contemplating look. Angel looked down at it as she closed the nightstand door she was rifling through. She looked to her brothers who both equally looked suspiciously at it. Sam shook his head and Dean shrugged in a 'why not' motion. Angel sighed and cautiously picked up the phone to answer it but didn't speak.

"Dean?" Belas voice sounded sweetly from the other end, "Sweetie, are you there?"

"Wrong Winchester." Angel rolled her eyes, "Where the hell are you?"

"Two states away by now."

"Where?"

"Awe, where's our usual quippy banter, Ang? I miss it."

"Yeah?" The blonde scoffed, "Well you got somethin' I miss, Bela, and I want it back. Now."

"Your little pistol, you mean? Sorry, I can't at the moment."

"Do you even understand what you're doing right now?" Angel nearly growled, "You understand how many people are gonna die?"

"What exactly is it that you think I plan to do with it?"

"I know exactly what you're going to do with it. You stole the only weapon we have against an army of demons so you could sell it to the highest bidder like you do everything else you swipe."

"You know nothing about me."

"Oh? Tell you somethin' else I know. Me and my brothers are gonna find and stop you eventually. That's a promise."

"Tough words for someone who can't even find me."

"Oh, I'll find you, sweetheart. You know why? Because I have absolutely nothing better to do than to track you down."

"That's where you're wrong. You're about to be quite occupied." Angel looked at her brothers with furrowed brows at her words, "Did you really think I wouldn't take precautions?"

Suddenly police officers bursted into Bela's room and pointed guns at the three Winchesters. They all raised their hands above their heads.

"Hands in the air!"

"Down on your knees!"

As the dial tone on the phone went dead Angel glared as she did as commanded, "Freakin great."

Dean also grumbled as one of the cops stepped in front of him, "That bitch!"

"Turn around! Now!" The police officers forced the Winchesters to lie down on the floor, "Angel, Sam and Dean Winchester, you have the right to remain silent." The three of them saw a set of feet come closer and look up as the cop read them their rights, "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you at government expense."

"Well, hi there." Detective Henriksen smiled down at the three of them, "It's been a while."

The three of them looked from him to gape at each other. Henriksen had been assigned to their case when three shifters disguised as the three of them took hostages during a bank robbery. Obviously they escaped capture there after killing the shifters. Henriksen was also the one who was attempting to extradite the boys when they got themselves arrested in order to investigate strange deaths happening in a local prison for their dad's warden friend, Deacon.

Safe to say the FED has had it out for them for a while.

Sam laid wide eyed and tense at what all this meant, Angel looked pissed as she rolled her eyes at Henriksens grin and Dean closed his eyes in irritated defeat before lying his head down on the floor.

At the police station…

Henriksen walked into the nearly empty police station with a scowl.

Melvin, one of the local Sheriff, cocked an eyebrow at him, "So did you get 'em?"

"Where is everyone?" Henriksen demanded as he came to a stop between the Sheriff and his deputy, "I asked for all your men."

"And you got 'em." Melvin nodded, "They went with you on the raid."

"Four men? That's all?"

"Everyone I could drum up with an hour's notice. We're a small town, Agent Henriksen."

Henriksen nodded his head in irritation before walking to the holding cells without another word. He stopped next to the only one that held a prisoner. The man in question was sleeping as Henriksen took one look at him and turned to the Sheriff and Deputy.

"What's he in for?"

Phil the deputy answered, "Drunk and disorderly."

"Keys." Phil and Melvin looked at Henriksen in disbelief, "Now."

Phil reached for the key in his pocket and gave it to him as the Sheriff frowned, "What are you doing?"

Henriksen opened the cell and tapped the sleeping man on the back, "Its your lucky night, sir. You are free to go."

The Sheriff bristled at that, "What the hell are you doing?"

Henriksen lifted the man up, "This way."

He took the man out of the cell and gave him to Phil as the Sheriff scowled, "Agent Henriksen, you can't just release my prisoners." Without a word Henriksen walked away, "Agent Henriksen."

"Look, I get it…" Henriksen turned when the Sheriff followed him, "You're Mayberry P.D."

"Excuse me?

"And this isn't how I'd do it if I had my choice. But a tip's a tip and we had to move fast."

"Look, Agent." Melvin followed hurriedly as Henriksen walked back to the office, "This ain't my first rodeo."

"You've never been to a rodeo like this before." Henriksen once again turned to the man, "You have any idea who we're about to bring in here?"

"Yeah, a couple of fugitives."

"The most dangerous criminals you've ever laid your eyeballs on. Think the female Ted Bundy and her little brothers Hannibal Leter and Ed Gein." The Sheriff's face went a little grim, "Do you know what these three do for kicks? Dig up graves and mutilate corpses. They're not just killers, Sheriff. They're Satan-worshipping, nutbag killers." Nancy, the secretary, was silently listening to Henriksen as she held the small cross pendant she wore around her neck in fear, "So work with me here. I'll get them out your hair and on their way to Supermax and you'll be home in enough time to watch the farm report.

Melvin stiffly nodded his head with a glare, "However we can help."

"Those men of yours…" Henriksen came closer to him, "Post them at the exits."

"Yes sir."

Henriksen watched him walk away before talking into his walkie, "Reidy?"

"Yeah, Vic?"

"Bring them in." At those words Nancy looked over to Henriksen with wide fearful eyes, "I guess we're ready as we're gonna be."

The doors opened and the Winchesters were led in, shackled together by a chain and guarded by two officers. Angel, who was more in the front followed by Dean and then Sam, jerked her arm out Reidys grasp with a glare. She then looked over to the two officers, one fed and the secretary that were all glaring at the three of them. Well, mostly glaring. The secretary Nancy had fear written all over her face.

"Oh look… Lucky us." Angel smirked at all of them before sending a wink over to Deputy Phil that he glared at in return, "We got the Hick-Town Presidential Welcome."

Dean also smiled at them, "Why all the sourpusses?"

Sam frowned at the four of them before looking at the nameplate on Nancy's desk. It read: 'NANCY FITZGERALD, Secretary'. Nancy stared back at him in fear as she grabbed her rosary.

Reidy grabbed a hold of Angel again, "I'll show you to the cells."

"Hey, jeeze." Angel jerked forward with a glare before blowing some hair out of her face and sending him a smirk, "If you wanted to get a little rough all you had to do was ask, baby."

"That's enough." The Sheriff glared at her as he went to walk with them, "Move it."

She rolled her eyes, "You guys are no fun."

Nancy's scared eyes followed them, earning Deans attention, "We're not the ones you should be scared of, Nancy."

Nancy looked at her rosary and held it tighter as the three of them were led to the back. The Sheriff pushed them all into one cell before leaving them alone. Angel grumbled at the circumstances as Dean headed for the bed and Sam to the door. All three of them almost fall because of the chain.

"Guys." Sam grumbled and scoffed as he held onto the bars, "Come on!"

"Hey, you come on." Angel grumbled back before motioning to the bed, "Lets just sit alright?"

The both of them nod at that idea. They awkwardly walked and fumbled around each other before finally untangling and sitting on the bed. Sam was closest to the wall, Dean in the middle and Angel closest to the bars.

Dean sighed in heavy irritation, "How we gonna Houdini out of this one?"

Sam shook his head, "Good question."

Back in the office…

Henriksen made a phone call at one of the desks as he loosened his bullet-proof vest, "It's me. Steven in?" He paused to listen as he sent a look to Melvin who was watching him, "Well get him out of the meeting."

Another agent's voice sounded on the line, "Groves."

"I've got them."

"Well, I'll be damned. I was betting on your headstone reading 'Couldn't catch the Winchester three."

"Well, they'll all be at Supermax by morning."

"How?"

"Armored bus, loaded with men."

"A bus? What, are you trying to give me another ulcer?"

"Look, we're taking every precaution."

"Like the last time? And the time before that? Screw that. I'm sending a chopper."

Henriksens' jaw clenched, "Whatever you think is best."

"Damn right, and I'll be on it. I can't take you losing those three again. They have been a primary thorn in my ass for months. So Victor…"

"Yeah?"

"Glue your eyeballs to them till I get there."

Henriksen hung up the phone and addressed Melvin who walked out of his office, "There's a chopper on its way."

"But…" He frowned, "We don't have a helicopter pad."

"Then clear the damn parking lot." Henriksen came to a stop at the Winchesters cell where Angel sighed in irritation at his arrival as she met his glare eye-to-eye and the boys each glanced at him before rolling their eyes and looking away, "You know what I'm trying to decide?"

"Hmm, no, but let me guess." Angel smirked up at him, "You seem like the type of guy that would just spend hours wondering whether or not Cialis will help you with your little…" She ran her green eyes over his body and stopped at his crotch, "Condition?"

"What to have for dinner tonight." Angel raised a brow as Sam looked over at him, "Steak or lobster. What the hell, surf and turf." Dean smirked cynically, "I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seeing you three in chains…"

"You kinky son of a bitch." Dean smirked wider as he looked over to him, "We don't swing that way."

"And trust me sweetheart…" Angel cocked a playful eyebrow at him, "You couldn't keep up with me. Not enough cialis in the world."

"Funny."

"You know, I wouldn't bust out the melted butter just yet." Dean shrugged, "Couldn't catch us at the bank, couldn't even keep Sam and I in that jail."

"You're right. Screwed up." Henriksen nodded as he smirked right back, "I underestimated you. I didn't count on you being that smart but now I'm ready."

"Oh, youre ready." Angel repeated as she leaned back on the wall, "To what? Lose us again?"

"Ready like a court order to keep you in a Supermaximum prison in Nevada till trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell, so small that, between you and me…" He motioned his head, "Probably unconstitutional." The Winchesters each looked over at him as they realized he was serious, "How's that for ready?" Dean and Angel both stay silent when he paused to wait for one of their sarcastic lines, "Take a good look at your brothers, Angel. You three will never see each other again." The three of them each turned to look at Henriksen disconcerted eliciting a smirk, "Awe, where's that pretty smug smile, Ang? I want to see it."

Dean shook his head in disbelief, "You got the wrong people."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. You fight monsters. Sorry, Dean. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk and no doubt touched you in a bad place." Angel and Sam both leaned up and glared at him along with Dean as that last statement, "That's all. That's reality."

Deans glare could cut steel, "Why don't you shut your mouth?"

"Well, guess what." Henriksen went on, "Life sucks. Get a helmet. 'Cause everybody's got a sob story, but not everybody becomes a killer." The sound of a helicopter approaching could be heard by all four of them, "And now I have three less to worry about." He looked at his watch and smiled, "Mm." Tapping it he laughed and started to walk away, "It's surf and turf time."

Three of them silently watched him leave as they glared and looked stressed.

Back in the office…

Agent Steven Groves came inside the office as Henriksen held out his hand, "Steven."

Instead of shaking Henriksens hand, he handed over some files, "Gentlemen."

Henriksen looked from the files to him in confusion, "What's all this?"

"What can I say? The FBI didn't invent bureaucracy; we perfected it."

"You want me to do all this now?"

"Sorry." Steven smirked, "Now, Victor." Nancy smiled as she watched them from her desk, "I'm gonna go take a good long gander at our fugitives."

Steven left Henriksen to finish the paperwork as his partner Reidy handed him a pen. He took it in annoyed irritation and started to fill out the forms.

Back in the cells…

Steven entered the holding cell area and turned to close the main door that led to the office. Angel turned to look at him as she was now standing up leaning on the wall and Dean stood up as well. Sam watched him carefully from the bed.

"Sam, Dean and Angel Winchester." He stopped in front of their cell with a smile, "I'm Deputy Director Steven Groves. This is a pleasure."

"Well…" Dean cocked his head momentarily, "Glad one of us feels that way."

"I've been waiting a long time for you three to come out of the woodwork."

Suddenly Steven pointed his gun and shot Dean in his left shoulder. Dean's blood sprayed all over the wall as he grunted and fell back onto the bed. Angel grabbed the man's hand as he turned to fire at her. Sam ran over, dodging bullets, to help her grapple with him and the gun through the bars. Steven fired several more shots, narrowly missing Deam. Sam and Angel each gripped onto Stevens gun holding arm as they struggled to get it out of his hand.

When Angel looked up she gasped when his eyes turned back, "Sam!"

Sam looked up and immediately started chanting the exorcism in latin when he saw the black eyes. Stevens head whipped from side to side rapidly as he gurgled. Sam gaped when the mad stopped struggling and looked directly at him with his black eyes.

"Sorry. I've gotta cut this short. It's gonna be a long night, Winchesters."

Dean sat up, clutching his shoulder, as the demon left Stevens' body. Steven bellowed out a long powerful scream as black smoke disappeared into the ceiling air vent. The scream caught the attention of the two FEDs and the remaining officers in the building. As Stevens' body fell to the ground, Phil and Melvin entered followed by Henriksen. All of which were pointing their guns into the cell.

Melvin centered his on Sam, "Alright, put the gun down!"

"Wait-"

"He shot him!"

"I didn't shoot him, okay!"

Angel put her hands up as they centered guns on her as well, "We didn't shoot anyone!"

Dean yelled at them from the bed as he clutched his shoulder, "He shot me!"

"Get on your knees!" Henriksen bellowed out with his weapon also out, "NOW!"

"Okay, okay, okay. Don't shoot. Please. Look. Here. Here." Sam carefully and slowly passed the gun through the bars, "We didn't shoot him. Check the body. There's no blood. We did not kill him."

"Go ahead." Henriksen nodded, "Check him."

Reidy checked Stevens body and frowned, "Vic, there's no bullet wound."

Angel looked from the body to Henriksen, "He's probably been dead for months."

"What did you do to him?"

"Nothing."

"Talk or i shoot!"

"We didn't do anything!" Angel yelled back as she shook her head at him, "You wouldn't believe us even if we did tell you what happened."

Sam turned to him slowly and carefully, "He was possessed."

"Possessed? Right." Henriksen shook his head in dismissal before looking at Reidy, "Fire up the chopper! We're taking them out of here now."

"Yeah!" Dean yelled back, "Do that!"

"Bill?" Reidy spoke into his walkie but only received static from the other end, "Bill, are you there?"

There was no answer from the walkie so Henriksen nodded nods to Reidy to check outside. Melvin and Phil continued to point their guns at the Winchesters as Reidy left. After a couple of tense seconds, Reidys voice sounded on the walkie.

"They're dead. I think they're all dead."

A loud explosion was heard as Reidy yelled alerting them all.

"What the hell was that?" Henriksen glared at the Winchesters as he spoke into the walkie, "Reidy? Reidy?! What the hell was that? Come in? Reidy?"