In the office…

Melvin filled his rifle with bullets while Nancy tried over and over to make a call from her desk, "Hello?"

"My men." Melvin turned to Henriksen as he loaded his rifle but the agent didn't answer, "Agent Henriksen?"

Phil rushed into the office, "What the hell is happening out there?"

"I can't get a line." Nancy said hurriedly, "All the phones are out."

"Henriksen!" Melvin yelled again, but again the agent stood with his back turned and didn't answer, "Four of my men!"

"The Internet, my cell…. It's all dead." Nancy shook her head in fear, "How can it all be dead?"

Melvin tossed the rifle to Phil just as the lights suddenly went out.

Inside their holding cell all three of the Winchesters stood up as they looked around grimly. The only thing that could be heard were the black up lights coming on.

"Well…" Dean frowned from between Angel and Sam, "That can't be good."

Back in the office Nancy's voice shook as she looked up at the dark ceiling, "Oh, my God."

"No, no, it's okay, it's okay." Melvin quelled, "We're gonna go." He cocked his shotgun, "We're gonna go right now."

"Nobodys going anywhere." Henriksen dismissed loudly as he turned around, "Everybody calm down."

"Your partner is out there! My men are out there!"

"I know." Henriksen interjected, "We go out there, we're asking to die too. Don't you get it?"

"Get what?"

"They're out there and they're coming in here. This is a siege. So this might be a good time for you to lock the doors and the windows…" Nancy's eyes widened in panic, "Take a breath, and maybe deal with this like trained professionals with some sense in their heads."

Phil and Melvin looked at each other and calmed down. Melvin nodded and left as Henriksen walked over to Nancy.

"You okay?" Nancy nodded but then shook her head as tears filled her eyes, "I wouldn't think so. Nancy, right?" She nodded again, "I'm gonna get you through this. You got my word. You got that?"

Nancy smiled tearfully and nodded.

Back in the holding cell…

Sam tightly pressed a cloth to Dean's bullet wound while he grunted in pain, "Alright, don't be such a wuss."

"What's the plan?" Henriksen asked angrily as he came to a stop at their cell, "Kill everyone in the station, bust you three out?"

"Uh, what?" Angel frowned in just as much confusion as her brother, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your psycho friends. I'm talking about a blood bath."

"Woah, that's not us. Whatever's happening is not some bloody rescue mission."

"That's a promise." Dean nodded, "Whoever's out there? They're not here to help us."

"Look, you got to believe us." Sam pressed, "Everyone here is in terrible danger."

"You think?"

Dean rolled his eyes, "Why don't you let us out of here so we can save your asses?"

"From what?" A pause of silence stretched as the Winchesters looked away, "You gonna say 'demons'?" He raised his gun and pointed at the ceiling for emphasis, "Don't you dare say 'demons'. Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me."

As he left Angel rolled her eyes, "He's lovely." She turned to Dean, "How's the shoulder?"

Dean took a pad of toilet paper with a large blood stain on it, "It's awesome." He tossed away the pad, "I'll live. You know, if we get out of here alive. So either of you got a plan?"

"Not yet." Angel forced a grim smile, "But the night's still young?"

Sam checked Dean's exit wound on the back of his shoulder while he grimaced in pain. Angel sighed before turning and realizing that Nancy was peeking around a corner outside the bars.

Her voice was quiet as she notified her brothers, "Boys…"

Sam turned and his face immediately softened upon seeing her, "Hey…" Nancy, startled, started to back off, "Hey, uh, please. Please. We need your help. It's… it's Nancy. Nancy, right?" She just stared at Sam with wide eyes, "Nancy, our… our brother's been shot. He's… He's bleeding really bad. You think maybe you could get us a towel? Please? Just one clean towel?" Uncertainty and fear filled her as she studied him, "Look. Look at us. We're not the bad guys. I swear."

Dean and Angel each give Nancy a smile. She looked between the three of them for a beat before turning and hurrying out.

"Nice try." Sam sighed and Angel patted his back, "Those puppy dog eyes usually work."

He sighed again but then looked up to see Nancy had come back with a clean towel, "Thank you." Angel and Dean also turned back around as she walked closer to the cell, carefully, "It's okay."

He held out his handcuffed hands and Nancy put the towel inside the bars while Sam smiled sweetly at her. She smiled back when suddenly Sam grabbed her arm and dragged her against the bars. Nancy screamed and Phil ran in with his rifle.

"Let her go! Let her go!"

Sam obeyed as Angel and Dean also put their hands up. She quickly backed away from the cell trembling in fear as she held her arms to her body.

Phil kept the gun on Sam but looked to Nancy, "You're okay, Nance?" He looked back at Sam, "Try something again, get shot. And not in the arm."

"Okay."

Phil and Nancy slowly backed out of the cell.

After they left, Dean hit Sam in the arm, "What the hell was that?!"

Sam held up Nancy's rosary for them to see. Angel smiled and shook her head as Dean chuckled softly.

Later on…

Dean was pressing the towel to his wound as he sat on the bed in between Angel and Sam. The latter of which was scowling at the cell they were stuck inside.

"We're like sitting ducks in here."

"Yeah, I know." Dean grumbled before shouting the last words, "Would it kill these cops to BRING US A SNACK?! "

"How many you figure are out there?"

"Who knows." Angel sighed as she leaned her head back on the cement wall, "However many there are they could be inside any one of these jerk-offs. Anyone could just walk right in just like that Steven guy."

"It's kind of wild, right? I mean it's like they're coming for us. They've never done that before." Dean smiled, "It's like we got a contract on us. Think it's because we're so awesome? I think it's 'cause we're so awesome."

He grinned again, but stopped when he earned unamused looks from Sam and Angel. They all looked over when Melvin came in and started to unlock their cell.

"Hey there, Sheriff." Angel raised a brow, "Change of heart?" The three of them stood as he opened the cell door and Angel frowned in concern when he stared tensely at the floor, "You alright there big man?"

"It's time to go."

The three of them stepped back as Melvin walked into the cell.

"Uh…" Dean forced a sarcastic grin, "You know what? We're- we're just comfy right here. But thank you."

Henriksen appeared at the door of the cell, "What do you think you're doing?"

"We're not just gonna sit around here and wait to die. We're gonna make a run for it."

"It's safer here."

"There's a SWAT facility in Boulder."

Henriksen came inside the cell, "We're not going anywhere."

"The hell we're not!"

Henriksen then pulled out his gun and shot Melvin in the head. The Winchesters jumped him and began to grapple with his gun. Dean pushed Henriksens head into the toilet as Sam began an exorcism. Phil ran around the corner with his rifle raised.

Angel immediately pointed and cocked Henriksens gun at him, "Stop right there!"

Henriksen lifted his head up out of the water. His face was burning as he yelled in agony. Dean shoved him back into the toilet bowl, in which Nancy's rosary was floating as Sam continued the exorcism. Nancy ran around the corner to see what was going on.

"Boys." Angel looked over to the two of them, "Hurry it up!"

Henriskes lifted his head again, this time sporting black eyes, "It's too late. I already called them. They're already coming."

Dean shoved him back into the water and Sam finished the exorcism. Henriksen screamed as black smoke shot out of his mouth and up to the air vent in the ceiling. He fell to the floor as Dean groaned from his gunshot wound and fell on his ass as well. Sam also breathed heavily as he looked over the agent. Angel kept her gun pointed at Phil but turned a little to look at Henriksens still body.

"Is he…" Nancy looked into the cell with wide terrified and worried eyes, "Is he dead?"

Henriksen regained consciousness and coughed.

"Henriksen!" Sam exclaimed in relief as he leaned on the bars of the cell, "Hey. Is that you in there?"

"I…" The agent got up and sat on the bed, his face filled with shock, "I shot the sheriff."

Dean smiled after a silent pause stretched, "But you didn't shoot the deputy."

Sam glared at Dean in disbelief as Angel rolled her eyes and lowered the gun from the deputy to turn around.

"Five minutes ago, I was fine, and then…"

"And then…" Angel knelt down eyelevel to him as her face softened, "Some vile black smoke jammed itself down your throat? All of a sudden you weren't alone?" She tapped her head with the gun for emphasis and his face went even paler, "Yeah, that's called possession. You were possessed."

"Possessed, like…" He motioned with his arm as his eyes seemed to get wider, "Possessed?"

"That's what it feels like, Chief." She cocked an eyebrow as she handed him back his gun, "Now you know."

Dean cocked his head at the still extremely shell shocked FBI agent, "I owe you the biggest 'I told you so' ever."

Henriksen looked from him to Angel before he slowly took his weapon back and stared at her for a second before standing, "Officer Amici." He looked over to Phil, "Keys…" Phil handed them over and Henriksen unlocked the Winchesters chains, allowing them to fall to the floor before he began speaking, "Alright, so how do we survive?"

In the office…

Sam drew a devil's trap on the floor of one area of the station with spray paint as Angel and Dean looked at the floor plans to the station in the office, on which two devil's traps were drawn. Nancy was beside them as she took care of Dean's wound. Angel and Dean both looked over as Phil and Henriksen brought in multiple guns and ammo and sat them on a desk.

"Well, this is all nice sentiment but…" Angel shook her head as she got up and looked from the guns to between the cops, "None of this is going to help."

Phil scoffed, "We got an arsenal here lady."

"Look…" She cocked a brow, "You hunt, Deputy? You look like a man that hunts." He crossed his arms with a stiff annoyed nod, "Then you should know you don't go after a bear with a BB gun." She motioned to the weapons, "All of this is just gonna piss them off."

Henriksen nodded at her as he loosened his tie, "What do you need?"

"Salt." Dean answered from behind her, earning a look from Nancy, "Lots and lots of salt."

Phil shook his head as his brows furrowed, "Salt?"

"What, is there an echo in here?"

Angel looked between the two mens frowns before she turned at Nancy's voice, "There's road salt in the storeroom."

"Perfect." Dean looked from her to the other three, "Perfect. We need salt at every window and every door."

Angel followed Henriksen and Phil as they left to retrieve the salt.

Dean studied the womans face as she focused on bandaging him, "How you holdin' up, Nancy?"

"Okay." Nancy paused for a second before shaking her head, "When I was little, I would come home from the church and start to talk about the devil. My parents would tell me to stop being so literal. I guess I showed them, huh?" She added a last piece of tape to Dean's bandage, "That should hold."

Dean looked from the bandage to her with a soft expression, "Thank you."

She nodded with a small smile, "Sure."

Dean studied her for a second and returned her smile as Phil followed Angel back in with bags of salt.

Angel looked between them but her eyes quickly met her brothers, "You ready to roll? All patched up?" He nodded once, "Good. Get up." She turned back to Phil as Dean stood, "The Impala, where is it?"

"Impound lot out back." When she looked at Dean and he nodded, Phil frowned and tensed, "Wait." They both turned to look at him, "You guys aren't going out there?"

"Yeah, we are, so i'm gonna need the keys." Angel instructed, "There's stuff in his trunk that can help."

In the impound lot…

Angel and Dean quickly and carefully ran to the gate of the impound lot. Angel quickly unlocked it before they hurried over to the impala. After Dean opened the trunk they started loading themselves and their weapons duffle bag up. Winds gusted around them as the lights in the impound lot flickered and crackled.

"Alright." Angel grabbed a few last minute weapons as Dean grabbed some dreamcatcher-like amulets, "Time to go."

When they turned they saw a wave of black smoke and blue and pink light coming towards them. They looked at each other in shock for a split second before bolting back inside as the smoke came closer.