"Is it ... is it really?!"

Jen was at least ninety-percent positive, but still watched him carefully. She had a right to be hesitant. When it came to Henry, you could never be sure. He was all about messing with people through mind games, after all.

Richard nodded, "It's me, don't worry. I've got him... for now. I'm surprised I had the strength to do this."
He extended a hand out to her, "It's me. Richard. Trust me."

Jen reached out and took his hand as she began to feel less nervous, "So, what's currently happening to Henry? I mean, does he know you have him? Will you be able to keep him suppressed long?"

"I'm not exactly sure what's happening to him, but I don't think he knows I'm in him. He doesn't seem to be fighting it at the moment. So, it may be a sort of deep sleep or coma. As for how long I can keep control... I don't know, so it's important I do what I'm here for... quickly."

Jen tilted her head, "What is it that you're here for?"

"I think I can help save Castiel."

Jen's eyes widened at this news, "Really?! That's wonderful! How?"

"Well, Henry's got some sort of connection with the demons. I'm here, basically in his head. I might be able to search his thoughts and find out if there's a way to free Castiel. There's no hundred-percent guarantee, but I think it's worth a try."

"Could that be dangerous?" Jen asked, uncertain about Richard's plan, "What if the demons feel something wrong? What if they're alerted because of the conne-"

"The first thing I did," Richard interrupted, trying to reassure her, "is set up a kind of block as soon as I realized I was successful in possessing my brother. At the moment, the demons still believe that you're weakened and that Henry is torturing you. I can feel them, but not him. So, I can't guarantee I'll be able to stay in control as I dig through his thoughts. In fact, I might be opening up a doorway for him to come back." With that, Richard reached into a back pocket and retrieved the truck keys for Jen, "You should probably grab that knife too. Just in case."

She nodded as she took the keys and then picked up the folding utility knife that Henry had dropped.

"Okay. Be ready. I'm going to start now." Richard closed his eyes and focused hard.
Jen watched him, remaining alert for anything that could go wrong.

Breaking into Henry's thoughts was surprisingly easy, but Richard was not quite prepared for what was to come. Every single one of Henry's memories came along with this attempt, and as the memory of Henry drowning him in the bathtub flashed through his mind, Richard gasped and swayed a bit. For a moment, it looked like he was going to collapse to the floor, but he managed to keep his balance.

Jen took two steps back, her grip on the knife tightening.
She was nervous, but ready.

Richard now began to shake as Henry's memory of setting fire to the hotel and causing their parents deaths played.

"Richard? Are you okay?"
Jen began to worry, but still kept at a distance.

He didn't respond. Instead, he finally collapsed to the floor on his hand and knees, breathing heavily.

Jen watched from a few feet away, "Hey..."
This was proving to be too much for him to handle, and as soon as she went to take a step forward, he seemed to calm down and look back up. Frozen in her step, Jen now studied his face carefully and waited. Was he still Richard? Or had Henry found his way back?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm so sorry that this chapter is short, but I wanted to get something else out since it had been a little over 3 months. I am hoping it won't be such a long time for the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed it anyway. Have a safe and happy HALLOWEEN tomorrow! :)