Sorry for the delay. I've been busy with my kids and other stuff coming up. Hope ya'll like it. I do not own Danger Force or SPN.

Mary awoke, realizing that she had shifted during her nap. When she turned back towards Ray, she found an empty seat. Panic seized her. Where did he go?! She was frantic, trying to figure out why he would have left the car at all. Then she spotted his cell phone on the dashboard, nearly dead. It had been recording David's house the entire time. She rubbed her eyes to get the gunk out and stopped the video. She played it from the beginning. As she saw Ray's goofy smile, she smiled too. He left in a hurry. She watched it for another 8 minutes, then saw a man in a leather jacket and short red hair stop with a dog in front of David's house. It was a German Shephard. She squinted. And in a few frames, the dog had transformed into David Harlan. Mary was utterly confused. What? "People that change into animals?" she muttered to herself. She'd have to look that one up. It looked as if David and the man were talking when David became agitated. The man calmed him down, and David pointed down the street. At what, she wasn't sure. Her pulse quickened. Was it Ray? The man now quickly made his way down the street as David transformed back into a dog to follow him.

"Damnit," she muttered, her eyes still watching every second of the footage. She saw the man and David dragging Ray to a car. They pushed him into the backseat, then got in and drove off. Her interest piqued. "What are you and where are you going?" she said to herself, trying to zoom in on the car's license plate. As she scribbled it down on an old receipt, she was worried about what it might mean for Ray.

Ray came back to consciousness, his hands bound behind him against a pole in some sort of basement or warehouse; he wasn't sure. He was fine, as usual since the pain only lasted a few seconds. His legs were similarly bound, but in front of him. He wondered if he'd be able to get them underneath him and stand when he heard a familiar voice on his left. "Ray? Is that you, Cap?"

He twisted his neck and squinted to see if he could make out who it was. "Dean? That you?"

"Yeah," the reply said.

"Sam here too?"

"Over here," Sam said, off on Ray's right. He heard a little bit of struggling from the both of them. "We've been tied up for a few days now. How did you get here?"

"Well, I was—"

"Interfering with our plans," the red-headed man snarled at him.

"I was trying to figure out where you two were," Ray finished, tossing the red head a nasty look. "And got surprise attacked by the little leprechaun here." The man growled.

"Is that the best joke you got? Leprechaun? I'm taller than you."

"I could just call you Seamus," Ray retorted, starting to get thoroughly pissed off at the man. David Harlan appeared at the man's side, slightly behind him. "And David here, who is your—what, exactly?"

Sam grunted. "He's a familiar to the witch."

"Familiar? What the hell is a familiar?"

"He's a creature bound to the witch." Dean grunted as he tried straining against his restraints. "They switch between animal and human form. We thought he was a shapeshifter." David's gaze went to the floor. "We were very wrong."

"Yeah, I know; your mom figured out it was a witch, but I don't think she knows what a familiar is."

Sam and Dean exchanged worried looks. "Mom is here?" Sam asked.

"Why else would I be here?" Ray directed to him. "She wanted some help and Cas had a different case." He tried to be nonchalant about it, but Sam and Dean knew that Ray and their mom were enamored with each other.

"ENOUGH!" the witch yelled, frustrated at their back and forth. "Now you know about David. Thank God, I never had to deal with you until now. We just wanted to keep you somewhere while we finished up here. Now it looks like we'll have to kill you." The man looked at the trio still tied up. "All of you," he said, his gaze finally ending on Ray.

"Oh fun," he replied, sarcasm dripping from each word.

"Oh it shall be," the witch snarled. "I took you out easily enough."

"The first time anyways." Ray coolly leveled his gaze at the witch. "Why don't you untie me and try again?" The man bristled at the brashness. He paced for a few seconds, clenching and unclenching his fists. David grabbed the man's arm and the man stopped pacing. David whispered in the man's ear, the redhead's shoulders dropping as he continued talking.

"We'll deal with you three later. We have to finish what we started." The witch turned on his heel and left as David transformed into the German Shepherd and followed him out of the door. Ray blinked a few times to make sure he saw what had happened.

"Dude's a dog!" he yelped.

"Ray, we told you," Sam mentioned, still sullen that they were tied up.

"How are you two still alive?"

"David has been giving us water and some food here and there. They managed to find all of our weapons, even the hidden ones," Dean grumbled, mad that they had even managed to take his keys to Baby. He would have been able to cut the rope with the serrated edges on the keys at the very least.

Ray fumbled and got his feet underneath him. He stood up, feet still bound. He wondered if they had gotten his laser. Ahhh, yep. They definitely got it. He couldn't feel it in his back pocket anymore. "Shit," he replied, trying to think of whatever else he had brought with him. The machete was still in the car. So they didn't have that, at least. Ray tested out the rope by flexing. It started to give a bit. Wait—maybe he could—he pushed both of his hands out, straining against the rope, which was slowly snapping piece by piece at the force he was exerting on it. "Just a little bit more," he grunted, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead. He paused for a moment.

"Dude, are you breaking the fucking rope?" Dean asked, a little in awe.

"Obviously," Ray grunted. He braced himself for the pain. One good jerk should snap the rest of the rope. He mentally counted down. Three, two—what the hell? Before he could finish getting free, the witch and David were back. All three men were standing. The witch narrowed his eyes. He was suspicious. He sidled up to Ray, examining the man's face.

Ray looked up at the man in disgust. "Back so soon?" he queried.

"Time to take care of you three," the witch replied, eyeing Ray especially. "You talk a lot of shit for a man under 6 feet tall."

"Okay, that's it," Ray fumed, snapping the last of the rope and throttling the witch. The witch stumbled backwards, and Ray fell with him, his legs still tied up. "OW! I'm okay," he called out to the brothers. David scrambled to help his master with Ray. Now that his hands were free, Ray knocked David out cold.

"Sure do like punching things," Sam commented dryly.

"Not now, Sam!" Ray gritted, struggling with the witch. The punch meant he had to take a hand off the guy, and the witch had shoved him away from himself. The witch got up, holding his throat tenderly.

"Who the hell are you?" the witch growled at Ray.

"The guy who kicked your ass!" he shouted angrily.

"Barely," the witch replied, taking out a small book. He opened it and had begun to recite a spell of his when a gunshot rang out. The man's eyes bulged slightly. Then his knees buckled, and the witch fell to the floor, blood slowly starting to pool beneath him. Mary stood in the doorway, her eyes falling on the three men staring at her. She smiled and waved her gun slightly. "Witch-killing bullets. Well, that, and a headshot."