A/N

Okay, so I've had this written for a while, but I wanted to find a better ending to the chapter and try and make it longer. You guys are going to have to deal with this, because I'm sorry I can't do much better, yes I suck at writing. But um, I hope you like this chapter, and things are going to start ending. I think the next chapter will be coming up soon.

Chapter Twelve

There was never a time in the Winchester world that any demon would go unconscious because of a heavy fall. There was never a time in the Winchester world that any Winchester had failed to notice this. This is why when Sam and the unknown man hit the floor, Dean was surprised to find the 'man' didn't move. It was in this moment that Dean finally understood why this demon had in fact looked like a man.

"A possession…"

"Excuse me?" Sam asked while picking himself up from off of the unnamed man.

"Sam, it's a possession," Dean raked his fingers through his hair. "That right there is not our demon. That is a man. This explains the running…"

"Alright, I say one of us stays here and watches this shit, and the other goes and get's the car. You know what, you go get the impala. I'll stay here. Just make sure to grab Dad's journal and some holy water, I'm sure we can exorcise this thing and be done with it."

If Dean had heard anything Sam had said, he failed to show it. Before Sam was done speaking, Dean was already out of the room heading for the closet down the hall.

"Dean, come on man. Where are you going?" Still no response as Sam willed himself to walk away from the man currently lying on the floor in the doorway. He followed behind Dean, trying to keep up with Dean's short, but steady, steps.

"Dean, answer me now. You're starting to freak me out." But once again Sam barely had time to squeeze the words out before Dean had launched himself at the closet door. Dean quickly turned the handle, and as the door swung open, stopped dead in his tracks. At Sam's quick pace he had failed to notice Dean's sudden stop, therefore running into the backside of Dean, he braced himself for yet another fall.

"Haha, do you guys always enter a room like that?" Nina's caustic tone cut through Sam's ears. Sam quickly picked himself up, not daring to stay on top of Dean longer than he should, and held out a hand to help Dean up. Dean neither took the hand, nor refused it. He simply stood up, back faced to Sam, and looked the girl in the corner directly in the eyes. The constant need for staring contests was starting to piss Sam off.

"Sam," Dean started, never taking his eyes away from the girl still seated in front of him. "I don't think it's a normal possession. We would've needed holy water to get the demon out of that guy if it was."

"Smart kid," Nina's voice sent a chill down Sam's spine. There was obviously something going on that Sam didn't know about, and no one seemed to want to explain it to him. "Always were on top of your game, Dean." Once again, the tone she put to Dean's name sent more chills down Sam's spine.

"There are two things in this world that I have always, and will always, hate," Dean counted on his fingers so as to express his point even more. "One, being my first priority, I hate things that fuck with my family. Two, I hate surprises."

"You know, for being so protective over little Sammy over here, you seem to get extremely pissed off at his presence."

Sam was sure that if he had the chance, he would've corrected Nina on the nickname. It was Dean's nickname to use, and even more important, Dean actually wasn't allowed to use it. But Dean had beat him to the punch, once again.

"Don't you dare call him Sammy again, or-"

"Or what, I'd like to hear whatever threat you can throw my way." At this comment, Dean couldn't help but laugh.

"Sweetie, I wouldn't be so smart-assed if I were you. If you haven't noticed, you're kind of tied to a chair, in a fucking closet." As if moving his hands around wildly stressed his point out even more, Dean continued to do so.

"Dean, you underestimate me."

"No sweetie, you underestimate what a mad Winchester can do." This caused the room to become silent for one second, one second long enough for Sam to finally get a word in.

"Um excuse me," Sam shuffled closer to Dean's back. "But if you guys haven't forgotten, I'm still here. And I don't know what the hell you guys are talking about, but would someone care to explain?" He had tried to say it nicely, but it had come out more of as a grunt and a tell-me-now tone.

"Sam, Sam, Sam. One would've thought you weren't so slow to catch on."

"Sam," Dean turned around to face Sam for the first time. "Remember that time when you were ten, and Dad and I went hunting? Well remember, how you were old enough, but Dad wouldn't let you go?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, it was because of the demon we were fighting. It was this fucking idiot who had been trying to conjure something or the other, but instead brought this demon. Well anyways, this demon could do this kind of possession like thing, but the only difference was, it could only possess you if you were scared. That's why Dad wouldn't let you come along, he thought you'd get scared and get possessed."

"So, what'd you guys do?"

"Well…"