KITG: Another chapter for you all. Thanks to sokerfreek922, TangledPencils and all you others for your reviews. So this is dedicated to you two he seem to be my returning readers :)

Devine retribution

All movement stilled in the church to look at the figure standing in the doorway, the wind blowing dead leaves in his wake like an oncoming storm. The demon smiled with glee as he released Sam, he fell to the floor gasping for air. Sam then looked up, hands at his neck, to see if what he had heard was real.

"Dean.." he croaked out through his abused throat.

"Hey bro, can't leave you for a moment" Dean joked as he walked forward.

"Well the self proclaimed protector returns, we though you were dead. Poor Sammy was so upset." The demon walked forward, indicating to one of his minions that Dean had not seen, to jump the older brother.

"Shut up you son of a bitch, no body calls him Sammy but me" Dean raised his shotgun, not letting the demon know he had the colt just yet. He saw Sam's eyes alight on something to his left, seeing the shock and warning rise in his younger brothers throat. He looked to see a lesser demon in mid leap. He knew there wasn't time to swing the gun round. But he wasn't worried. The reason for this became clear as the lesser demon became impaled on a sword. The sword was amazing in it's design. The blade shining like liquid silver, glowing with a holy light. It pulsed once as the demon screamed and then the creature was gone, turned to ash to blow on the storms wind.

Out of the shadows stepped Galen, he red eyes shining with glee at the shocked look on the demons face. Seeing the other demons eyes dart behind him he knew the other hunters had now walked in. He looked back to the big bad demon, the one that had caused this to see him looking wide eyed at Galen.

"Tzeentch" the demon snarled out at Galen, coming face to face with the powerful demon.

"Slaanesh" Galen replied with a sneer, now finally naming the demon.

"Still Lucifer's lapdog?" they prowled round one another, Galen distracting while the hunters got closer to help the innocents trapped on the pentagram.

"Everyone has to earn a living" Galen replied with a shrug. He walked past Slaanesh looking at the pentagram. "Rather crude don't you think?"

"It serves its purpose. So what are you doing here Tzeentch? You know you can't stop me" Slaanesh seeming at ease, thinking he had all the cards in play.

"Oh but I can. But you were always stupid. Our lord will be very glad to get rid of you" Galen lounged against a crumbling stone pillar. As if he had no concern in the world.

"Oh? You think you will kill me with the blade of light? Don't think so, you can't touch me. And isn't it sacrilegious for you to wield that blade still? You not an angle anymore. That fell with your old name, think Tzeentch suits you best, the changer of ways is it not?" Slaanesh laughed, changer of ways. It was a joke. He used be a guiding angle, but following Lucifer he was now supposed to embodied the change in men's hearts, the lust for other women not their own, oh how the mighty fall.

"Yeah, whatever. Dean I think has a bone to pick with you" Galen stood up, walking once more towards the pentagram as Slaanesh looked to Dean.

"Does he now? And how is he going to do that, when I have all these innocent people in my power?" the demon turned round in time to see the people sneaking off behind Galen to be guided out by the hunters.

"Sorry? Were you saying something?" Galen laughed as the anger simmered behind Slaanesh's eyes.

"KILL THEM" Slaanesh roared. The lesser demons streamed from the darkness, shadows, witches, thralls, and goat men. All came at their new masters call. Galen rolled back to Dean, avoiding a swipe from a shadow, cutting it in two with the blade of light.

"He's all yours Dean. You'll be fine, don't be afraid to let go" Dean gave Galen a confused glance. What did he mean by let go? But then there was no time for question. Guns were firing as the hunters joined the fray. He looked to see his father had come to his side.

"Glad to have you back son, lets end this" John looked joyful eyes on Dean, joy to know his son lived. Then he saw Sam beside him.

"You had me worried you jerk" Sam exclaimed, touching Dean's arm briefly.

"Bitch" Dean shot back, then all eyes turned on the demon they had sought for so long.

"Time to die you son of a bitch" all three Winchesters opened fire at the same time, shooting silver bullets which contained holy water and rock salt at the demon. It jumped back with a snarl, throwing John against the wall. Dean moved to one side as it tried to burn him with flame, feeling the heat through his leather jacket. He threw the now empty guns to one side as he pulled out others from the waistband of his jeans. He pumped round after round into the thing he hated, the thing that had killed his mother, hurt his brother, and almost destroyed his family.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Galen slaying the creatures of hell with ease. The blade swinging in graceful arcs, in a style he could not pin down. One moment it would be two handed as if the sword was heavy, then the blade would be wielded in one had, moving in intricate styles Dean had always associated with Chinese and Japanese sword play.

He could also see Bobby, firing his shotgun, letting out whoops as each one bit the dust before him.

This was all put to the back of his mind as he saw his brother yanked by some unseen force into the centre of the pentagram, the ring around it burst into a solid wall of flame. So Dean could just about see Sam in the demons grip.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted, standing before the ring of fire.

"What are you going to do now big brother? He is mine. You cannot enter here only a demon can. And don't look at Tzeentch, he can't act against me" the demon laughed as he began to suck the life and power from Sam.

"Want to bet you son of a bitch" Dean snarled. He walked to pass through the ring of fire, getting the urge to take off his jacket, he threw it to the floor, just in time as his Black feather wings spread forth from the base of his shoulder blades. Slaanesh in his shock dropped Sam again, the semi-conscious man falling hard to the floor. "Galen!"

Galen walked through the ring at Dean's call to pick up the form of Sam; he left the circle to return Sam to the others. He placed him before John who was looking wide eyed at the form of his son.

"Dean?" the name escaped his lips in a question of disbelief.

Dean spread his wings and with a flash of power the fire was gone leaving the demon and demi-demon facing off. Dean's jet-black wings catching the hues of the fires in the torches, making the wings ripple in the light. Galen just stood back, this was Dean's fight now, he had heard the plea in his voice when Dean had called him. He was to protect Sam for now. He really must have gained Deans trust for him to put Sam's life in his hands.

But looking to John, he could tell things were not going to be easy for Dean in the future. He was looking at his son now with disgust as were most of the other hunters bar Bobby. His son had become that which he hated. He had seen this happen too many times before. The son hunted by the father. Thinking he was releasing the son from possession. He looked back at Dean as the fight began.

"So Deany has power, lets see if he can use it" the demon moved with inhuman speed to hit Dean. But he blocked the blow and returning one of his own to hit the demon in the face. The demon stepped back, shock the anger flitting across his eyes. The he snarled, grabbing Dean and smashing him against the stone pillar Galen had been leaning against before. Dean let out a grunt of pain before rolling out of the way of the next his that shattered the pillar behind him.

"That all you got?" Dean taunted as he avoided another hit, his wings making him airborne to crash down on the demon chest with his feet, he began punching it in the face, drawing blood from it as he broke it's nose. The demon roared again and a powerful force flung off Dean to land among the remaining pews, the shattered beneath him and he cried out in pain, as some splints of would pierced his flesh. But he did not have time to feel the pain. Hearing the demon smash through the pews to get to him. He got to his feet in time to block a kick to his side, he tried to counter but his fist was stopped by the demons hand and he received a blow to the face that had him seeing stars.

"Let go Dean" came Galen's voice. And he realised what he meant. He was holding parts of himself back. But he could not afford to do so if he wanted to save Sammy he felt his eyes change, and his nails become talons as he ripped at the demon, letting out a low demonic growl.

The traded blows were titanic as blood from both began to stain the floor. Until finally Dean pushed the demon into a wall and brought out the Colt. The demons eyes widened in shock as the colt was cocked.

"Didn't think I had this did you? You bastard it ends now!" he pulled the trigger, finally it would be over, the demon was too weak to escape the bullet…but not so weak to pull another in it's path. He pulled one of his goat men that had hidden in the shadows from fear in the path of the last bullet. The goat man was destroyed with arching lightning from where the bullet entered. Leaving but a smouldering pile of sulphur.

"Whoops…you loose" Slaanesh sneered, before exiting the host and disappearing into the soil…..

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Dean stood there in shock as he saw the remains of the goat man, and the host dying from the wounds he had inflicted. The man looking with pleading, fear filled eyes at the demonic red of Dean's

He's missed….he'd missed with the last bullet from the colt….he had failed his family. He dropped the colt from his listless hands, not daring to turn. He did however when he heard the thunk of a crossbow. He turned to see Galen right behind him, holding a silver arrow bolt inches from were Dean's back would have been. Smoke was rising from Galen's hand, his face in a snarl of pain and anger as the silver, along with the fact that it had been dipped in holy water, and had symbols of God upon then burnt into his hand. He dropped it with a snarl. But Dean saw all of this dimly as the fact that the crossbow was in his father's hand. He had shot at Dean.

"You do realise that would have killed your son" Galen snarled. "He is too young to be immune to that.

"What have you done to my son!" John snarled at Galen, the others hunters swinging their guns to train on the both of them.

"Dad…"Dean asked,

"You're not my son, you're a demon. Let my son go!" John shouted.

"It doesn't work like that" Galen sighed.

"LET HIM GO!" the gun cocked, echoed by others.

"What? You going to shoot your son now?"

"Better than him being possessed"

"He is not possessed Hunter, it is your son. He is just stronger than before" Galen sighed. He had feared this.

"Dad….please" the shot rang out, Dean looking down at the spreading redness from his shoulder. He turned his now blue/green eyes on his father…"Dad…" he whispered, before he fell to his knees.

"You idiotic Mortal!" Galen shouted, with his wings now spreading from his back in anger. With a wave of his hand all were pressed to the wall bar Sammy and Bobby who were out cold. Galen knelt down and picked Dean into his arms, carrying him from the church, ignoring the calls from John to leave his son in peace.

He placed Dean gently into the passenger seat of the Impala. He looked to his bike telling it to meet him at home and with a swirl of black smoke she was gone. Then he got into the drivers seat of the Impala, getting a momentary growl. But seeing as her master was hurt, and her master had said Galen could be trusted, she let him driver her back to his home Manor, disappearing from the end of the highway like a ghost..

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All the hunters fell from the wall as the growl of the Impala disappeared into the stormy night. The storm was letting up after the demonic energies had dissipated. Some of the hunters rushed out to their own vehicles to give chase. While John Winchester went to check on Sam.

"Sam….Sammy" John called, shaking his son gently, there was a moan then Sam opened his eyes.

"Dean…?"

"No…it's me Sam" He helped his son to sit up, Sam looked around, eyes alighting on the discarded leatherjacket.

"Dad…where's Dean?"…..

TBC……

KITG: And yet another chapter.

Little disclaimer: the names Slaanesh and Tzeentch don't belong to me but belong to Games Workshop. But they are such cool names for demons