In the kitchen…

Pa now had Angel, who was unconscious, tied to a long bloody table in his kitchen. Her hands were tied above her head to one side and once again her legs were spread apart and secured so she couldn't kick out. A dirty rag was tied tightly around her mouth and between her teeth so she couldn't talk. Her face and head were bloody and her neck was red and bruised as his hand print was starting to come into focus.

As she woke up she painfully opened her eyes and tried to clear the blood that blurred her vision. When she tried to move she realized she was still bound but not how she last remembered. Her eyes widened and her breathing sped up as she saw Pa moving to her side with a knife.

Downstairs, Dean entered the house from the dark basement. He turned on his flashlight and started to look around. The room was filled with shelves of jars and bottles, which contained various body parts. Dean looked at a container filled with something he couldn't even recognize and grimaced.

"Yikes." He kept searching the room, "Angie? Can you hear me?"

He stopped when he came across a wall full of Polaroid pictures. Each photo showed Jared and Lee standing next to a dead body. His eyes zeroed in on them holding Jenkins' corpse. He carefully scanned the rest of them looking for his sister's face. When he didn't find it he took a step back in relief.

"I'll say it again- demons I get. People are crazy."

A strangled scream coming from upstairs instantly had Deans attention. He moved upstairs quietly but as quickly as he could, following the sounds until it led him into the living room. A record played in the background, a dark contrast to the pained screams emanating from the kitchen. As Dean neared the opening of the kitchen he bumped into a windchime made of human bones and grimaced at the sight.

Angel screamed through her gag again as Pa raked a jagged knife over her bloodied torso. Pa laughed as he leaned over her, enjoying every minute of her agony.

Angel grunted from the pain as she glared up at the man, "Screw. You."

Pa laughed at her muffled insult before starting in on her again. Anger struck Dean at the sight. Turning he saw a wooden pole with a giant nail sticking out of it leaning against the wall of the other room. Swiftly he crossed the room and grabbed it, taking note that the keys he needed were sitting in a tray on a table next to a jar full of teeth. As he was about to turn back to the kitchen, he heard the floor creak behind him. Turning quickly, he got ready to strike but stopped when he saw Missy standing there with her hands up at his attack.

"Shh." Dean lowered his weapon and shuffled closer to her, "It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you."

Missy held up a small knife, "I know." She threw the knife at him and pinned his jacket against the wall, "Daddy!"

Dean struggled to get the knife out of the wall, a little in shock, "Jeez!"

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Just as he removed it, Lee came running from downstairs. Jared, coming from the other side of the house, grabbed Dean under his arms as Lee walked towards them but Dean jumped up and kicked him several feet back. Jared threw Dean into the wall, effectively separating him from the knife. Lee ran towards him but Dean grabbed him first and pushed him to the ground. He then punched Jared, but got thrown into the wall again by Lee.

As all three of them stood, Dean pointed to Jared, "I'm gonna kick your ass first." Then to Lee, "Then yours."

Pa quietly came up behind Dean and hit him over the head with a frying pan. Dean fell to the floor, unconscious.

In the living room…

The Benders are crowded around Dean, who was sitting in a chair with his hands tied behind his back, watching as he started to wake up, groaning.

Lee turned to Pa, "Come on. Let us hunt him."

"Yeah, this one's a fighter. Just like the blonde." Jared grinned, "Sure would be fun to hunt since we can't hunt her."

Pa laughed before it was interrupted by Dean scoffing, "Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me. That's what this is about? You- you yahoos hunt people?"

Pa took a seat in front of him, "You ever killed before?"

"Wha-" Dean chuckled as his eyes went behind them to see if he could see Angel in the kitchen, "Well, that depends on what you mean."

"I've hunted all my life. Just like my father, his before him. I've hunted deer and bear- I even got a cougar once. Huh boys?" Pa grinned sickly from his sons back to Dean, "But the best hunt…" He leaned closer to Dean, "Is human. Oh, there's nothin' like it. Holdin' their life in your hands. Seein' the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful, alive."

Dean glared, "You're a sick puppy."

Pas eyes go wide as he stands, "We give 'em a weapon. Give 'em a fightin' chance. It's kind of like… our tradition, passed down father to son. Which is why we took that pretty blonde."

Jared smoothed Missy's hair down as she moved in front of Dean to sit down where Pa was, "That pretty blonde is gon make me a daddy." He grinned sickly showing his yellow teeth, "So we can pass on the tradition."

Dean glared as he struggled with his rope, "The hell she is. You aren't touching my sister."

"That ain't up to you, boy. She's continuing my line and raisin my daughter." Pa dismissed before continuing as he stood close to Dean's side and glowered down at him, "We only take one or two a year. Never enough to bring the law down, we never been that sloppy."

"Yeah, well…" Dean scoffed, "Don't sell yourself short. You're plenty sloppy."

"So, that blondes your blood. You with that pretty cop then?" Pa bent down and got face to face with him as Missy looked up at her brother with a smile, "Are you a cop? Your blood one?"

Dean chuckled before meeting his eye, "If I tell you, you promise not to make me into an ashtray?"

At Pa's angry look, Lee lunged forward and punched Dean in the face.

Pa spoke to Dean as he walked to the fireplace and picked up a hot poker, "Only reason I don't let my boys take you right here and now is that there's somethin' I need to know."

"Yeah? How 'bout it's not nice to marry your sister?"

"Tell me- any of the cops gonna come lookin' for you?"

"Oh, eat me." He raised his brows, "No, no, wait- you actually might."

Jared walked over to Dean and held his head in place as Pa knelt down and brought the poker to Deans eye level, "You think this is funny? You brought this down on my family. You wanna play games? We'll play some games." He looked to his boys, "Looks like we're gonna have a hunt tonight after all, boys." He grinned down at Dean, "And you get to pick the animal. The boy or the cop?"

"Okay, wait, wait-" Dean grunted from Jareds grip as a thousand things raced through his head, "Look, nobody's comin' for me, alright? It's just us."

"You don't choose, I will."

Pa placed the hot poker on Dean's shirt and he screamed in pain until it was removed.

"You son of a bitch!"

Pa placed the poker barely an inch from Deans eye, "Next time, I'll take an eye."

"Alright, the guy, the guy! Take the guy!"

Jared roughly let go of Dean's head, and Pa moved the poker. He took a key from around his neck and handed it to Lee.

"Lee, go do it." He jerked the key back so his son looked at him, "Don't let him out, though. Shoot him in the cage."

As Lee walked out Dean looked up at the old man, "What? I thought you said you were gonna hunt him. You were gonna give him a chance."

"Lee." Pa called after staring at Dean evilly, "When you're done with the boy- shoot the bitch cop, too." Lee nodded and left with his rifle as Pa turned to Jared, "Go get the blonde. Better clean this mess up before any more cops come runnin' out here."

Pa looked down and smiled when he met Dean's scared eyes