Booth was tied to a post, his hands behind his back; he could see Bones just to his right tied up the same way. The woman standing in front of him smirked, fiddling with the knife in her hand. There was a body at her feet, and Booth was fairly sure that the man had been an FBI agent.
"Now that I have you here I must decide what to do with you both…" a nasty grin appeared on her face and she walked over to Bones. "Perhaps the great doctor would like me to rearrange her facial features?" she glanced over to see Booth tense up as she circled Bones. She came back to Booth. "Or maybe you want to play FBI with a limp?"
"Or maybe you'd like a trip back downstairs?" a gruff voice asked from the doorway to the otherwise abandoned barn.
The woman spun to face the speaker. "Dean! What are you doing here? Last I heard you were downstairs yourself, an honored guest as it were." She sneered.
He shrugged, calmly rattling off a stream of what Booth knew to be Latin. The woman's head snapped backwards and dark smoke flew from her mouth and out of the open door. The woman fell, unconscious. The man rushed to her side and checked her pulse.
"Damn it!" he stood up and pulled a knife from the back of his jeans. "Wish the bastards would stop killing them so quick." He walked over to Bones and cut the ropes that were binding her hands behind the post. "You alright?" at her tense nod he went to Booth.
When Booth's hands were free the stranger nodded and was about to walk through the door. "What did you do to that woman?"
"Exorcism, what else would I have done?" his tone of voice said it was one of the stupidest questions he'd ever heard. "You're SUV's outside, you'll be fine to get back to wherever you came from?"
Bones shook her head. "No, we haven't finished our investigation! We can't leave till we find out who's been killing those people."
He took a step toward her. "You stupid woman! A demon near takes your face off and you want to stay and mess with the others? In case you didn't notice you two don't know how to handle these bastards."
Booth's face paled. "A demon? That's what that thing was?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah, one from the lower ranks." Dean tilted his head to one side, thinking. "You two aren't going to try and play hero now, are you? This game is no place for amateurs." He rubbed a hand over his face. "Hell, it's no place for experienced hunters, let alone newbies. But someone's gotta do it."
"Why, why does someone have to do it?" Bones asked, taking a step closer to Booth. She couldn't quite read the emotions swirling in Dean's eyes and they frightened her. Booth was a comfort to her by just standing there.
"Because if we don't hunt the evil sons of bitches down no one will and they'd be able to kill whoever they wanted. And when the monsters and demons have free reign, that's when the world really starts to burn."