Again, a big THANK YOU for all those great reviews. It's a big motivation to keep going. Next up, it's Jus In Bello... Agent Henriksen gets his say. It will be in 2 parts, or chapters. This first one will be pre demon possession. The other one will be post demon possession. A big thank you again to NerdAngel and LilyBolt for their support and reviews, as well as to mjf2468 for reading and reviewing, and her willingness to put up with my rambling about sn.

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Agent Henriksen POV

I am walking up to the cell holding the two biggest fish I've ever caught: Dean Winchester, creepy satanist killer and his side kick, little brother Sam. Dean looks at me. Dagger stares. But he doesn't seem too worried. He should be. I'll drive the snark right out of him. Sam just casts a glance over at me and then looks away. Definitely the side kick.

"You know what I'm trying to decide?" I try baiting a reaction. I sure get one.

"I don't know. What? Whether Cialis will help you with your little condition?" Snark... I should have known. Sam keeps quiet. He seems to be just acting when his brother tells him to.

"What to have for dinner tonight." Ah, that earns me another look from Sam. Good. "Steak or lobster, what the hell, surf and turf."

I glance at Dean, who sports a smirk, but I think it's not all genuine anymore. Even better. "I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seeing you two in chains…"

That gets the snark right back into the older Winchester brother. "You kinky son of a bitch. We don't swing that way." That man doesn't disappoint. He's been a worthy adversary, but his reign of terror is coming to an end. Still, he keeps fighting, even if it's just words.

"Now, that's funny," I reply nonchalantly.

"You know, I wouldn't bust out the melted butter just yet. Couldn't catch us at the bank, couldn't keep us in that jail," Dean plows on. Drat, yeah, don't remind me. One of my most embarrassing moments. But not this time. This time I'm ready. And I might just as well let them know I am.

"You're right. Screwed up. I underestimated you. I didn't count on you being that smart but now I'm ready." His eyes light up when I mention I underestimated him.

"Yeah, ready to lose us again?" Sarcasm at its finest. But, two can play that game.

"Ready like a court order to keep you in a Supermaximum prison in Nevada till trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell, so that between you and me… probably unconstitutional."

Now that got their attention. I can see the subtle change of demeanor in both of them. Oh, how satisfying is that?

"How's that for ready?" I can't stop grinning.

The brothers stay silent. I'm almost disappointed. Time to put the last nail in their coffin.

"Take a good look at Sam – you two will never see each other again."

The brothers exchange worried looks. Yes, worried. Disconcerted even.

"Aw. Where's that smug smile, Dean? I want to see it." Yes, Dean, that's a challenge. He looks up and shakes his head in disbelief.

"You got the wrong guys," he says quietly.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. You fight monsters. Sorry, Dean. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk and no doubt touched you in a bad place. That's all. That's reality." Get it in your head, weirdo.

"Why don't you shut your mouth?"

I can hear Dean's patience is running out. Or is it just reality sinking in by him? He doesn't look like his snarky self anymore. Mission accomplished?

"Well, guess what. Life sucks. Get a helmet. 'Cause everybody's got a sob story. But not everybody becomes a killer."

A noise is filling the holding area. That must be the helicopter. Wonderful. Let's get this show on the road.

"And now I have two less to worry about." I grin and look at my watch. Gotta get a last jibe in. "Mm. It's surf and turf time." I tap my watch and leave the boys. This is the best day of my life.