The light from the headlamps cast beams through the wooden blinds covering the office window. Dean leaped forward and poked a gap in the slats. "Two guys. I can only see silhouettes. Gotta be Bill and Gavin."

"Haversham - how did you tell them to come in? Front or back?" Sam asked.

Haversham refused to answer

"Conserving your energy huh? Wise idea. Once that thing grows large enough so you can feel it, it'll take all your willpower not to panic. Even good and tied up like you are, your heart will still race and your breathing will quicken...but what am I saying?...you know all this right? It's not like you haven't seen the results of this first hand. Sit tight guys - be back soon."

Sam didn't look back as he followed Dean out into the corridor.

"Split up and cover both entrances?"

"With one knife and one gun? No, we stick together."

The doorbell rang. A series of fancy chimes that didn't match the bloody corridor they were standing in. It rang again but no one was going to let them in.

"Ok. Back door then."

"Dean, wait up one second, I just need to know something...who did you give the XO to? Haversham, right?"

"No. Come on, let's keep moving." Dean stepped over Bruce's cooling corpse in the hallway.

"So it was Simon?" Sam was surprised.

"Nope, not him either." They reached the dining room.

"So what…? Oh, you didn't put it in anyone's drink, did you?"

"Nope! You better believe they're gonna get ganked, but not like that. Yeesh." Dean shuddered and rubbed at his bandaging.

"So what was with the empty bottle?"

"I emptied out ALL the bottles. Sam, no one is ever gonna get one of those things put inside them again."

"That's… that's a good job Dean. What did you do with them?"

"In there for now." Dean pointed at a plain glass jug on the sideboard. "I didn't want to just flush it in case they got into the water system or something. Same with dumping it outside, I don't know enough about how the chemistry works. I kinda hoped maybe Cas would have an idea when he wakes up…"

"Yeah…" Seemed Dean was more optimistic about Cas's chances than he was. Then again, Dean hadn't seen the state of him in that attic.

They waited in the dining room the way Haversham had waited for them. Dean seated at the dining room table and Sam waiting to come up behind. It was a good six or seven minutes before the door finally creaked open enough for them to see to a shifty looking Bill peering in.

"Fellas! Come on in!" Dean beamed one of his most friendly smiles. He could afford to, the gun in his hand did most of the hard work.

"Aw fucking hell Bill!" Gavin was wet, sullen and once again, on the wrong side of a Winchester gun.

"I'd say it was good to see you again...but it really isn't." Sam strolled up and took the shotgun out of Gav's hand. Then took a pistol from the back of Bill's waistband. He went and sat down on one of the chairs, wincing at the sharp pain in his abdomen.

"Look, I'm gonna cut to the chase." Dean was playing it straight. "I know yesterday was a bad day for everyone, but today was supposed to get a whole lot worse for you. Apparently these guys have a wood chipper with your name on it. Ours too, in all honesty, but yours were also on the list"

Bill looked at him like he was speaking Chinese. "Why the fuck am I gonna listen to you?"

Dean shrugged. "Listen/don't listen, it's all the same to me. But we gotta work out what's coming next."

"What's coming next is we've got business, me and you. Serious business."

"About your friend Archie?"

"Of course about Archie! You butchered a man I've known for over thirty years, and you think I'm gonna forget something like that?"

"I know this is gonna sound like shit, but we didn't actually kill him…" Sam had to try.

Bill snorted like a bull. "How many times you wanna play me for a mug?"

"He died of a heart attack. That's the straight up truth. Wasn't anything to do with us."

"Wasn't anything to do with you? So who was it chopped him up like a kebab then, the Tooth Fairy?"

"I'm not denying that bit." Dean said, holding his hands up. "I did it to show you we were serious. But only after he was already dead."

Bill turned to Gavin and exclaimed sarcastically. "Oh well that's alright then, aint it Gav?" He turned back to Dean, vigorously pointing a finger. "Fucking hell, you think waiting until after he was dead before slicing him up is gonna make any difference to me?"

Dean had to concede the point. "Yeah, no. Not really."

"Exactly. You've played me too many times for me to believe anything you say. But even if by some mad coincidence he did happen to drop dead in front of you, it doesn't change the fact you knifed the fuck out of his poor old body, does it?"

"No it doesn't. And for that, even though you kidnapped and fucking tortured my brother, I'm gonna give you the gift of this unbelievably generous one-time only offer. Get back in your car and leave, now."

"Leave?" Bill was visibly getting madder. "Leave! We've only just got here son! I'll leave just as soon as you and your freaky brother are stuffed inside that wood chipper you mentioned."

"Don't you want to know where Haversham is?" Sam asked. "Why I'm the one holding a gun on you? Again?"

"Couldn't give two fucks about that fucker." Gavin spoke up, as articulate as always. "Don't give a shit where he is. You're the ones that fucked everything up for us. You!"

"Christ you're stupid." It was Dean's turn to get mad. "Probably one of the dumbest people I ever met. I'm giving you and your brother the very rare opportunity to leave here alive and you're turning me down?"

"Until I get my money back, and see you two fuckers turned into sausages, I ain't going nowhere."

"Well then we've got a problem, 'cause I haven't got time for this crap." Dean stood up, scraping his chair back against the polished wooden floor. "Sammy, either shoot em, or lock em up or do whatever the hell you want, I don't care."

"Um, what? Where are you going?"

"To knock the shit out of this house while there's still time. What'd you drive here in Bill?"

"Huh?"

"Your car? What is it?"

"The fuck you wanna know that for?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Just answer the damn question!"

"Ford Focus."

"It'll do. Keys, now."

"Not a chance!"

"Seriously? That's the hill you're willing to die on? A shitty-fucking car?" Dean was exasperated. "Look, I'll do a deal with you. Once this is all over, me and you - we can go at it. Man to man. I'll even let you get the first punch in, how's that?"

"When what is all over? What are you talking about?"

"I told you. I'm just about to demolish this house."

"Wait...are you serious? You want to take my car and what...drive it into this house? The house we're standing in?" Bill was irate. "Not with my fucking Focus you aint!"

"I don't have time to argue this anymore." Dean came closer to Bill, touching the barrel of the shotgun right between Bill's eyes. "Key. Now." Dean stared him down like he was nothing but prey.

"Why the hell are you doing this?" Bill bitterly handed over a bunch of keys, spitefully digging them into Dean's palm.

"For reasons that, once again, you wouldn't begin to understand."

"It's not to do with that….that...friend of yours is it?" Gavin looked around nervously. "He's not here, is he?"

"Yes, in fact he is. Which means you might want to start listening to me. Run. Now. Or stay and die."

Bill shifted uncomfortably. Dean patted him on the shoulder. "I swear it, me and you will get the opportunity to settle our scores later. But I've got to go." He didn't wait for an answer, just left Sam to deal with the two bewildered brothers.

"So...you want to stay inside the house, or go outside? Me...I'd rather not be in here when the place comes down." Sam turned to follow Dean, leaving the flustered Bill and Gav alone in the dining room.

Sam ran through the corridor in time to see Dean exiting the front door. The wind had picked up and drove rain inside the house. Sam shivered as he stepped outside.

The lights from the Focus came on as Dean started the engine and backed the car away to get a good run up at the house. Sam moved right, further onto the gravel path. He stood lit up in the car's beams, just outside the window where Haversham and his son were. Even through the rain and darkness, he could see Dean's pale face behind the wheel as he backed further and further away.

Sam was worried sick about what was coming next. The force needed to bust holes in a house by crashing a car into it wasn't exactly good for human health. Especially to one who had recently taken a beating and then had his abdomen carved open.

He clenched his fists as the Focus began to pick up speed. And it picked up quickly. Dean's foot must have been almost through the bottom of the car it was pressed so down hard.

Five long seconds later, with a horrendous bone-jarring smash, the front of the car hit the opposite side of the house to where he was standing. To those inside the house it must have sounded like a bomb.

"Dean!" Sam couldn't help but shout. Rain blinding his eyes, he ran over to the crash site. As soon as he reached the damaged car, it made a screeching noise of metal tearing, before beginning to back away again. The airbag must have gone off, but even so, Sam could see Dean bleeding heavily from his nose. "Dean!" He called again, but his brother had reversed well out of range by then. And no sooner was he out of range, then he began heading back again. Towards him!

Sam ran out of the way, towards the front door. Bill and Gavin were standing there now, gawking like they were at the circus, but Sam paid them no mind.

This time the crash was even louder. Bricks dropped from above the car and smoke billowed from underneath the crumpled hood. "Dean!" He called for a third time, as he ran to his brother.

A good portion of the front of the Ford Focus was now inside the house. Sam went straight to the driver's door and opened it. His brother was half unconscious, his seatbelt the only thing holding him upright. Sam clicked it open and dragged Dean out of the seat, laid him onto the wet driveway. The rain did a good job of bringing him round and washing away the blood that still poured from what looked like a broken nose. Nasty looking cuts to his chin and forehead also bled, and his eyes were already beginning to bruise.

"Dean, Jesus man...talk to me...are you ok?"

"Ow." Was the reply. Dean opened one eye and saw nothing of interest, so he closed it again. "I need a vacation."

Sam heard footsteps crunching from behind him and he swiveled, bringing up his gun.

"My fucking car!" Bill was horrified at the state of it.

"Is the insurance up to date?" Gavin croaked out.

"Not the point! Look at it!"

Goddammit Sam was tired. He stood up, eyes narrow. He could not give one fuck about their car. He was more concerned with his brother's injuries and the fact the house still wasn't destroyed enough.

"GO AWAY!" Sam was on the verge of panic and was not prepared to waste one more minute on these idiots. Without any warning he fired a shot, then several more, closer and closer to them as they began to run. They moved even faster as more bricks started to rain down.

"This isn't over you crazy fucking lunatic - we'll find you!" They'd reached the front gate and were standing out on the road, shouting.

"What-fucking-ever." Said Sam, already ignoring them.

He had to go back into the house and find the keys for the cars in the garage. What to do with Dean though? Inside the house wasn't exactly the safest place, but neither was him staying outside in the pouring rain with fuck-knows what injuries.

"Dean, I've got to go back in the house. Can you make it inside the garage?"

"I just wanna take a nap Sammy..."

"Not in the damn rain you jerk! C'mon, I'll help you."

He half carried, half dragged his brother through gravelly puddles, feeling the tear in his abdomen widening with every step. It wasn't far, but by the time Sam managed to drag Dean to the back of the dark garage, he was forced to admit that the wetness soaking the front of his sweater wasn't all rain. The sodden napkin-bandage around his right hand had fallen off into the mud somewhere along the way, and his fingers burned from deep inside. He could barely move them anymore.

Dean had half-passed out again. Sam left the shotgun in his arms. It was too dark to check how many rounds were left in his own pistol, but it couldn't be more than two. Maybe even less.

As he walked back up to the house, he realized that Haversham and his son couldn't stay inside the house either. Seeing as how he was planning on driving one of the cars directly at the wall they were behind.

Smoke from the damaged Focus filled the hallway, casting an even gloomier dinge. Sam went straight to Haversham's office. Both of them were still in there, exactly as he had left them. Sam took the knife and gritted his teeth in pain as cut the cloth from around their feet. "Up!" He said, waving the pistol with his left hand.

Haversham looked at him aghast. "You want us to move?"

"No choice. I'm sure you heard those massive bangs just now? Well I'm just about to drive another car into that that wall right behind you, and I'm sure you'd rather not be in the way?"

"You're destroying my home!"

"Yep. And I need the keys to the cars in your garage."

"No, no, not a chance! No, that's not going to happen!" Haversham appeared to have more anguish over his home and his cars than his son.

"If you force me to hotwire one with these fingers, then I'll leave you both in here to get crushed. You decide…"

Simon spoke up, throat raw. "Range Rover keys are probably in the top drawer of Dad's desk. I've got my Audi keys in my jeans." He half thrust a hip towards Sam. Sam figured he wasn't gonna be able to squeeze his torn fingers inside Simon's skinny jeans so he picked up the Range Rover keys. It was a big, heavy car, much better for what he had in mind.

"Ok, let's go." Slowly, Haversham and his son moved into the corridor. He recognized their careful, minimal movements, he'd been doing them himself an hour ago.

He had no proper plan for what to do with them once they were outside. Back of the Range Rover was as good a place as any, he supposed. If he had to be in the car, why not them too? Hell, they deserved a lot worse.

As they stepped out into the corridor, Sam thought Haversham might have a fit. Bill's Focus was partially inside the entrance hallway, a flat tire just nudging a small downstairs bathroom. One headlamp was somehow still working and it lit up the smoky hallway enough to show off all the damage. From in front of him, Sam saw Haversham falter at the sight of his ruined home and heard the deep intake of breath. But the man just about managed to keep it together.

Outside they went, into the rain. No one was wearing a coat or jacket, and the cold hit them all straight away. They staggered, shoulders hunched over as they reached the garage.

"Is there a light in here?" Sam asked. Simon nodded towards a switch on the left. As soon as he flipped it up, a string of fluorescent lights flickered on. A couple of moths immediately fluttered up towards the bright light.

Sam went to check out Dean, who was slumped in the corner, pretty much in the same position he'd been left in. His bruised face looked worse, way worse under the harsh lighting. A fresh wave of anxiety rolled over Sam. He knew from experience there was only so many times he could swallow that down before he couldn't deal anymore. Keep working, and don't let Cas or Dean down, his inner voice admonished. He ran his good hand through his wet hair, scooping it out of his face to get a proper look at the cars.

The dark blue Range Rover Vogue SE was a luxury car. Definitely the nicest Sam had ever been in. Definitely not a car anyone would normally want to drive into a house at speed. It was also massive, the size of a small tank. He unlocked it, and forced the unsurprisingly reluctant Havershams into the back seat. Simon climbed in grudgingly, struggling with his wrists still tied behind him. Haversham took longer to persuade. It took a gun directly placed against his neck, and a lot of physical shoving on Sam's part, before he'd sit down.

"Hey, be grateful I'm buckling you in. More than you deserve."

"Oh just piss off."

"Nothing I would want more."

Sam slid into the driver's seat. As if sitting on the right didn't feel strange enough, the sheer opulence weirded him out more. The leather was soft, the wood trims expensive and the dash had more lights and buttons than an airplane. He pulled the belt buckle around him and pressed the engine start button.

Driving out of the garage, then reversing all the way up to the front gate was the easy part. Sam's gaze flicked up to the roof of the house, searching for the attic windows. The lights still shone up there, and Sam pictured Cas dying underneath them.

He took a couple of deep, steadying breaths and put the car into drive. Then pushed the accelerator down, hard. The Range Rover shot forward, much faster than he was expecting. Simon was babbling and crying and begging him to stop, which it didn't help Sam any.

The second before the car hit he took his hands off the wheel so as not to break his wrists, and tried to relax, trusting the airbag to do its job.

It did its job before Sam knew it had even hit him.

33mph. Not particularly fast when driving normally. And slow as fuck if you were on a freeway. But when hitting a house? Plenty fast enough.

The force of the impact was shocking enough to take his breath away. His head lurched forwards before the airbag punched him in the face, rocking it back again. The seatbelt crushed against his chest. But as soon as the car stopped he saw it was clearly going to take a second, or even third hit to break the warding. The damage he'd created wasn't as devastating as the hole Dean had made on his side of the house. And he'd be damned if he let his brother win.

Sam ignored the wailing and cursing from behind him as he threw the car into reverse, backing it up outside the gates that Bill had left wide open.

This time, as he curled his ragged fingers around the steering wheel, his heart pounded a lot harder. There was no airbag anymore. Nothing to stop him from smacking his head against the steering wheel.

Time slowed as he put the car into drive. He heard the engine roar in pleasure as he put his foot all the way down. He hadn't even been aware up to this moment that the radio was on, until the deep voice of Adele filled his ears. It made him think of Lara and so this time when they hit the house, he was smiling.