Okay, here's part 2 of "Jus in Bello" Agent Henriksen. Sorry, emebalia, but Vic not surviving the episode is totally not my doing. Still chuffed you like this. Thanks to all reviewers and especially NerdAngel for her help and opinion here. Part 2, post possession. Just add salt ;)

***sn***

Agent Henriksen POV

It's dark. It's cold. Why is my face wet?

"Is he… is he dead?" Whoah... who's dead? That Nancy just said someone's dead. Me? If I'm dead I must have drowned. I open my eyes. Looks like the holding cell. Again, why is my face wet? I start coughing. Shit, must have swallowed water, too.

"Henriksen! Hey. Is that you in there?"

I groan and peel myself off the floor to sit on the cot. That sounded like one of the Winchesters. Wait a minute... Like a procession it all comes flooding back to me.

Deputy Director Groves arriving, the paperwork, the shot fired in the holding area, Groves dead on the floor, Dean Winchester shot in the shoulder.

Those lunatics blabbering of him being possessed. The dead officers outside and by the chopper. All communication cut out. Everybody going in panic mode. I recall my conversation with those crazy Winchester boys. Or rather Dean.

- What's the plan? Kill everyone in the station, bust you two out?

- What the hell are you talking about?

- I'm talking about your psycho friends. I'm talking about a blood bath.

- Okay, I promise you – whoever's out there? is not here to help us.

- Look, you got to believe us. Everyone here is in terrible danger.

- You think?

- Why don't you let us out of here so we can save your asses?

- From what? - You gonna say "demons"? Don't you dare say "demons". Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me.

And now it gets scary. I remember going to the next room, stopping in my tracks when I saw a black, smoky cloud heading straight at me. The moment I open my mouth to scream for backup, everything turns hazy. It was like I watched myself doing things, heard myself saying things, and I couldn't stop it.

I remember watching Sheriff Melvin heading to the holding cell, unlocking the Winchester's cell door. He wanted the two to get out, but they were reluctant, wary. I realized my body was getting ready to move without me being in control.

The argument between Melvin and me. Me shooting Melvin. The boys jumping up, tangling with me, wrestling me into the cell, Sam pushing my head into the toilet. That's where I must have got wet. Sam starting a chant in Latin, me shouting in return. And then... black.

I look up into the faces of Sam and Dean Winchester. It's all very confusing. What just happened?

"I… I shot the sheriff," I stutter. Leave it to Dean to counter with sarcasm.

"But you didn't shoot the deputy." Even his brother shot him an unbelieving glance that wiped his loopy grin right off his face. I'm still trying to get to grips with what just happened. I have no explanation whatsoever.

"Five minutes ago, I was fine, and then…" I trail off, not knowing how to continue. I don't have to. Dean takes right over from me.

"Let me guess. Some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat?"

How did he know? I look at him, still at a loss for words.

"You were possessed," his brother explains, drawing my attention to him.

"Possessed, like… possessed?" He's got to be kidding. Thing is, I don't think he is, not anymore.

"That's what it feels like. Now you know." Gee, thanks, Sam. That makes this a lot easier. Not.

"I owe the biggest "I told you so" ever," Dean grins, holding out my gun to me as a peace offering. I take it from him. Somehow, all of a sudden, those crazy, lunatic satanists don't seem so crazy anymore. They seem like people who have seen things nobody else has seen, like they know what they're talking about. I get up.

"Officer Amici. Keys...," I say, holding out my hand. I unlock the brother's chains with my own hands. I think the only way to get out of here alive is to trust those men. They look at me, a last bit of apprehension in their eyes. I see them in a totally different light now, and I have to show them that my opinion has changed. That I am willing to follow their lead.

"All right, so how do we survive?"