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Dean identified Lilith hiding in the body of a small blonde girl. Clint's stomach clenched at the thought of a child being possessed by something so evil. It wasn't too long before they found themselves in a fight against demons possessing seemingly ordinary neighbors after Dean alerted their presence.

Clint wished the boys had never lost the stupid Colt. Would have made the fight a whole lot easier, in his opinion. To their credit, Coulson, Natasha, and Morse were doing fairly well against the demonic HOA committee, despite their infrequent - and in Bobbi's case, non existent - experience against them. He found himself back to back with Sam, and he couldn't help but feel a small thrill at the feeling of fighting alongside his brothers once more.

Sam grabbed him by the arm, nodding at the sight of someone had appeared behind Dean.

"It's Ruby," he growled. They ran towards their brother together

"I'd like my knife back, please. Or your neck snaps like a chicken bone." Sam came up behind the female demon with a knife to her throat.

"He doesn't have it," he told her. "Take it easy."

Ruby glared at them, but released Dean and backed away. Clint and Sam flanked either side of him as he turned to face her and ask, "How the hell did you get out?"

She smirked.

"What you don't know about me could fill a book."

"You just keep giving us the best reasons not to trust you," Clint drawled. Dean suddenly jerked his head back, his eyes blowing wide. "Whoa."

"What?"

Dean avoided looking into the demon's face. If the situation wasn't the way it was, Clint probably would have found his brother's newfound ability hilarious.

"Nothing. I just – I couldn't see you before, but you're one ugly broad."

Okay, it could still be funny.

Just a little.

Ruby bared her teeth at him before returning her attention to the tallest of the brothers. She and Sam only narrowly avoided a full on brawl over the demon slayin knife as Dean watched a new wave of demons coming their way.

"So much for the element of surprise," he complained as they booked it while Sam yelled for them to run.

"Kinda redundant, bud," Clint called back.

Sam reached the house first, and began the lockpicking process as Ruby and his brothers came up behind him.

"Where the hell is Bobby?" Dean growled as he glanced around the yard.

"Fuck if I know," Clint muttered, and nearly jumped out of his skin as Nat and Morse came skidding to a stop next to them.

"Singer and Coulson are around back," Nat panted, blowing a stray curl out of her eyes.

"Here they come," Morse warned, and they watched as the first demon took step onto the lawn. The moment that she did, she fell to the ground, screaming and flailing as sprinklers burst from the ground. "Singer taught us how to make holy water," she informed Clint with a serious face but a giddy look of excitement in her eye.

Demon hunting may suit her, he thought.

"You and Nat good to guard the front?" he asked, and she nodded. He clasped her on the shoulder. "Don't get yourself hurt too bad."

"I gotta be back by tomorrow, my fianceè will be missing me," she said, slightly joking. "Hunter will kill me if I die."

He chuckled and met Nat's eyes. She nodded, and he nodded back before following Ruby and the boys inside. He was greeted with the sight of an old man's corpse - probably the child's grandfather. Dean grimaced at the scene.

"D'you think Lilith knows that we're here?"

"Probably," Ruby said dryly.

They made their way, quietly, into the living room, and were surprised by a middle-aged man ambushing them by jumping out from within a cupboard. He was quickly overpowered by Dean, who covered his mouth with a hand as he shushed him.

"We're here to help, okay?" The man nodded. "I'm gonna move my hand, and we're gonna talk nice and quiet, alright?" He nodded again.

"Sir, where is your daughter?" Sam asked him in a hushed tone.

"It's not, it's not her anymore," the man confided. "Upstairs, in her bedroom." he added at Sam's second request.

"Go upstairs," Clint told them. "I'll help him get to safety first and join you."

"Not without my wife!" the man protested before either brother could speak. Dean shot him a look and opened his mouth, interrupted when Clint waived him off.

"Yes, your wife is getting saved by them, I need you out of the way so that you don't put her at risk."

"No!" he protested again, and Dean walked over to them with an annoyed grunt.

"Fuck this," he muttered, and punched him.

Despite scolding him, Clint could admit to himself that was probably their best option, given the circumstances.

They stealthed their way upstairs and into the little girl's room. It looked like a room fit for a princess, with a canopy bed situated as the centerpiece. Sam made his way around to the bed and brushed the gauzy curtains aside, meeting the gaze of a frightened mother holding the demonic child in her arms. The mother pleaded to him to kill what her daughter had become.

Clint swore that he felt his heart drop when he heard the little girl's scream, and relief washed over him as Dean moved in the way of Sam's weapon, shouting "It's not her!" He glanced around at them.

"It's not in the girl anymore."

The little girl sobbed into her mother's arms, and Clint prayed to god that he'd never have to see his children this scared. He glanced through the window and watched as hoards of demons stood at the edge of the wet lawn, waiting.

The Fremont family were placed safely into the basement of the home, Ruby muttering something as she passed Sam. He shot her a look.

"Alright, Ruby, where is she?"

"I don't know," the demon replied, and maybe Clint was imagining it, but she didn't sound very concerned.

Sam pressed her some more before caving. "Okay, what do I have to do?"

"Don't do anything for it, Sam," Clint glared at the demon. "She probably wanted this to happen."

Ruby shot him a look before questioning Sam.

"To save Dean," he said. "What do you need me to do?" Dean came up behind him and grabbed him by the shoulders, trying to face him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sam pulled away.

"Just shut up for a second. Ruby!" Ruby scoffed at them.

"You had your chance. You can't just flip a switch. We needed time."

Clint's heart was breaking as the seconds ticked by, and the last few minutes of Dean's life were being spent arguing with Sam about going to Hell. Sam was eventually out-argued as he realized there was nothing more that could be done so late into the game.

"I love you, Bean," Clint whispered as he pulled the two into a hug. Dean looked as if he might cry.

The first strike of midnight rang more clearly than anything he'd ever heard. They watched the hands move, and Sam turned his face as Clint caught sight of tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Dean" Ruby said, almost kindly. "I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy."

The hellhounds began to howl, as if on cue, and Dean's face fell.

"Hellhound," he said flatly. Clint and Sam looked where he faced, but saw nothing.

"Where?"

Dean raised his hand and pointed, "There."

They heard a growl, then, and Ruby's expression fell as Dean bolted out of the room, the others trailing behind him.

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