AN: Hello, everyone! This is going to be the longest chapter that I have ever written and I hope it turns out just the way that I want it to. And of course, I hope it lives up to all of your expectations. I can't have unhappy readers on my hands, now can I? I probably do, though, because it's taken me this long to update, but you know, life caught up to me. I lost someone very dear to me and then I had to deal with classes. So, I'm terribly sorry for the long wait, but I hope that you enjoy! I'm going to try my very best to give you all what you're waiting for. Oh, and I think I'm going to change the rating from T to M. Not because of lemons or anything, but because of language that I can't seem to keep out of my story! We shall see how this turns out and go from there.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Supernatural. Although, I do own a shirt with Dean's face on it, and that's nearly as good. Possibly better. Anyway, Eric Kripke owns Supernatural and the lines that I will be using from "Jus in Bello" belong to their respective owners. As usual, I own Scarlet, so if I so much as hear someone stealing her, I will be very angry. And trust me; you won't like it when I'm angry.

Warnings: Some language, slightly graphic content, and a long ass chapter ahead!

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I continue to try and shove Henriksen off, but it's hard in the position that I'm in. I don't have any leverage. I don't have to wait long, though, because Henriksen sits up and starts to cough water up. I scramble away from him and press myself against the far wall. "Are you in there? You alright Henriksen?" I hoped he was alright. I'm about ready to fall over and sleep. I think it has been about two days since I slept last.

Henriksen sits on the bed that's in my cell. Disbelievingly, he says, "I shot the sheriff."

Dean, ever the asshole, remarks, "But you didn't shoot the deputy." He laughs, but it dies when he sees Sam's look of disbelief.

Dean and Sam take care of the "yes, you were possessed" conversation for me. Afterwards, Henriksen asks for the keys to our cuffs and unlocks them. Mine first, then Sam and Dean's. All three of us come out of our cells and meet with Henriksen and the rest of the staff out in the office area.

With a look of utter seriousness, Henriksen turns to us and asks, "Alright. How do we survive?"

I sigh. The demon that was inside Groves was absolutely right. This is going to be a long ass night.

After what seemed like hours of deliberation, Sam and I come up with a reasonable enough plan to stop the demons. We separate and Sam starts to draw a devil's trap on the floor in front of all the entrances and exits. I help Officer Amici, aka Phil, and Henriksen prepare guns. Dean is sitting on a desk watching me, while Nancy cleans hit bullet wound.

Taking his eyes off of me, he looks at Henriksen, "Well, that's nice. It's not gonna do much good." I look over at him and realize what he means. The bullets won't hurt them, it'll only piss them the hell off.

Incredulously, Phil retorts, "We got an arsenal here."

Rolling his eyes, Dean spits, "You don't poke a bear with a BB gun. That's just gonna make them mad."

Seemingly exasperated, Henriksen speaks up, "What do you need?"

Before Dean can answer, I reply, "Salt. Lots and lots of salt." Dean looks over at me with a look of surprise on his face. I don't think that he has gotten it into his head yet that I'm a hunter as well. I know how to take care of demons. Dean has probably dealt with more of them than I have, but still I can take care of myself.

I hear Officer Amici scoff. "Salt?"

I look toward him and laugh. "Yeah, salt. Is there an echo in here?" I shake my head. I really do sound like Dean. "Look, I know that it doesn't make sense. But what about this entire situation that does? None of it." Phil doesn't seem to like that a girl told him off, but when this aforementioned girl knows more about this than he does, he should just shut up and listen.

"There's road salt in the storeroom." I hear a meek voice from Dean's direction. I almost forgot that Nancy was there, but thank God that she was. Or else I would've had to keep dealing with the dipshit that's called Phil. I sigh. That's a little harsh, Scarlet. He's going through a lot right now, you understand. I shake my head. This is ridiculous. I'm arguing with myself!

"Perfect. Perfect. We need salt at every window and every door." With these instructions, Officer Amici and Henriksen leave to get the salt and do as Dean said.

I preoccupy myself with the guns. They may be useless right now, but when I have the salt, I want to prepare the salt rounds as fast as I can.

"How are you holding up, Nancy?" I hear Dean's surprisingly gentle voice ask. I roll my eyes. If I didn't know any better, I would think that he was trying to get on her good side. I don't understand why, but I guess that it's none of my business.

"Okay." Nancy pauses. "When I was little, I would come home from the church and start to talk about the devil. And my parents would tell me to stop being so literal. I guess I showed them, huh?" She once again stops talking as she adds a last piece of tape to Dean's bandage. "That should hold."

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Dean look down at her handiwork. He looks back up at her with those gorgeous eyes of his and says, "Thank you."

Brushing off his gratitude, Nancy replies, "Sure."

Phil comes back with bags of salt. Realizing that I could use some things from my own personal arsenal, I ask, "Hey, Phil. Where's my car?"

Dean looks between me and Phil, before asking, "Yeah, I was wondering the same thing."

Preoccupied, Phil replies, "Impound lot out back."

"Okay." Dean and I reply at the same time. I look over at him to find that his eyes are already on me. I feel my cheeks start to heat and look back at the guns in my hands. I reach for a handgun that lies in pieces. Within seconds, I have the gun locked and loaded. I tuck the gun in the waistband of my jeans and find Phil looking at me in awe. I laugh quietly and raise my eyebrows.

Shaking his head, Phil realizes something. "Wait. You guys aren't going out there?"

Dean replies, "Yeah, I got to get something out of my trunk."

Not even bothering to wait for Dean or to answer Phil's question, I head to the door that exits at the back of the building. Pulling the gun out of my jeans, I open the door and scan the area. I see my car and a beautiful 1967 Chevy Impala parked next to it. I go to open the door when I feel a presence behind me. Without even looking, I know that it's Dean.

He moves his head to be next to mine and also scans the area. I freeze. It's been a long time since Dean and I were this close in proximity.

I need to get out of this situation. After determining that the coast is clear, I open the door wide enough for Dean and I to slip through. We run at the same speed towards my car. I still hadn't realized that the Impala was his until he had the trunk open. I laugh. "Nice car."

Dean looks up at me with a smirk on his face. "Thanks. Where's yours?" I raise my eyebrows. I don't bother to answer him as I pop the trunk of my car.

Reaching inside for the things that I will need to survive the night, a shotgun, premade salt rounds, rosaries, and holy water, I look back over at Dean.

I see that his eyes have widened and his mouth has dropped open. His eyes are flashing between me and my car, as if he wasn't sure if I was serious or not. I lean my hip against the bumper and cross my arms, waiting for his inevitable disbelief.

"You…that's…that can't be your car!" Dean backs away from his trunk and walks around my car, observing it. "This isn't….no. It can't be." He reaches to touch the car before thinking twice about marring the spotless dark blue paint. Meeting my eyes, he asks breathlessly, "You drive a 1964 Cobra 289 Roadster?!"

I laugh. It's always a joy for me to see people nearly salivate at the sight of my car. I nod, "Yes, I own a 1964 Cobra 289 Roadster." I know that my words came out mocking, but it was just too priceless to see someone like Dean Winchester reduces to stammers over a car. "It seems that you have a beautiful car as well. A 1967 Impala. Fantastic car."

Dean seems to not even hear me. I repeat myself once more and he finally seems to come back to earth. "What? Oh, yeah. That's Baby. She's perfect. I think she'll kick your car's ass in a race any day." I raise my eyebrows.

"I accept that challenge. When we come out of this alive, I will take you up on that." He really should have looked under the hood before throwing down that gauntlet. I think he would have thought twice about it after he saw the engine that gave my Beauty (what I named my car) around 750 horsepower.

Before I can say any more, the lights at the gas station across the street begins to flicker and the lights in the impound lot crackle. Looking up at the sky, thick black smoke with blue lightening race toward us. Dean runs over to his car, grabs some dream catcher-like amulets. Both of grabbing our packed bags and shutting our trunks, we both sprint to the door of the police station as the smoke comes closer and closer.

Just in time, Dean slams the door after I scramble through. He and I have to lean against the door to make sure it stays shut. The force of the smoke pushing at the door is quite strong. After just seconds, the pressure leaves.

Dean and I rest against the door, panting heavily from the run and leftover adrenaline. I look over at him and see that he has his head tucked against his chest, eyes closed. I can also see his lips moving, as if he might be saying a prayer or giving thanks to whatever God is out there for the fact that we're still alive and fighting.

Leaving him to his thoughts, I walk towards Sam. He's currently drawing a devil's trap on the floor with spray paint he must have found. Checking over the room quickly, I see that the others are lining the windows and doors with salt.

Dean, who seems to have gathered his wits, rushes after me. "They're coming! Hurry!"

I notice that Henriksen isn't in the break room, where the rest of us currently are, and start to head to the main office area in search of him. Before I can even cross the threshold of the door, I hear Nancy shriek. Looking over at her, I see that the black smoke has covered the window where she was laying a salt line.

Well, shit. Our time is almost up. I grab Nancy by the wrist and yell towards Sam and Dean, "Let's go!"

Leading them to the main office area and running into Henriksen, I push Nancy towards the center of our group. We need to protect her, she's our weakest link.

The entire building is coated with the black smoke; the windows just black boxes of nothing. We are entirely cut off from the outside world. Before I can say anything about a plan, the light flicker and go out. Because of the time of night and the fact that the windows are useless, it is nearly pitch black.

For several seconds, nobody moves an inch. I hear a collective sigh of relief when the emergency lights at certain points of the room come to life.

Nancy is clutching the cross around her neck like a lifeline. There is a mutual look of fear and determination on everyone's face. Mine included. This isn't going to be an easy night, but I will be damned if anyone dies here.

The building shakes and dust comes down from the ceiling. Everyone crouches for safety. Nothing happens until the black smoke disappears and the windows become clear once again.

After a short silence, I ask, "Everybody okay?"

Simultaneously, Henriksen and Sam reply, "Define "okay"."

I snort. "Well, I see we have some smartasses over here. Fabulous." My face becoming serious, I say, "Don't get us killed. Or I'll bring you back to life just to kill you myself."

I hear a chuckle come from Dean and look over at him. He's rummaging through the duffel that he filled when we went out to our cars. Taking out anti-demon possession necklaces, he starts to pass them around to Nancy, Phil, and Henriksen. After rummaging some more, he comes up with a fourth. Knowing that he's going to hand it to me, I state, "I don't need it."

Before he can ask the question I know he wants to ask, Nancy interrupts. "What are these?"

Silently thanking her for changing the subject, I answer, "Put those on. They'll keep you from being possessed."

Nancy looks between me, Sam, and Dean. Shit. She's going to ask now. I guess I have to show them. "What about you, Dean, and Sam?"

Not having time to respond, Sam and Dean pull down the necks of their shirts and shows anti-possession tattoos. When everyone is satisfied that Sam and Dean are safe, all pairs of eyes turn to me. Sighing, I raise the bottom of my top and lower the top of my jeans to show them that I have a tattoo as well. The tattoo just isn't quite finished, so it's rather useless. Seeing that, Dean says, "That's not gonna cut it, sweetheart. You need a necklace."

Raising my eyebrows at the proffered necklace, I stick out my tongue. There that'll show him. I see his jaw go a little slack in awe. Showing everyone else, I deem that I made my point. "Before you ask, yes it works and no, it's not exactly conventional."

The first one to speak is Sam. "That works?!"

I laugh. "Yeah, apparently a tongue piercing in the shape of an anti-possession symbol works. If you think about it, it makes sense. I mean, what orifice does a demon enter? The mouth. A demon can't really do that if a pentagram was blocking the way." I had gotten the piercing when I was twenty-three. Someone that my father and I were hunting with got possessed and Dad thought we should get tattoos. His tattoo was completed easily, but mine wasn't. Halfway through the process, the needle went all the way through my skin; the tattoo artist was pushing too hard. My dad got pissed and grabbed my arm. He towed me out of there without even paying. I was bleeding and had leftover ink running down my leg. A week or so later, with the cut still not healed, I decided I was going to get a tongue piercing. Turns out, it was the best decision I had ever made in my life.

Dad and I were hunting a shape shifter when we ran into a pack of demons. It's rare for them to work in packs, but we were unfortunate enough to run into one of the biggest any hunter had ever seen before. I was caught and strung up; my dad had escaped. I wasn't really worried; I knew he would come back with reinforcements to rescue me. Several demons decided they wanted to take a spin in my body, but the piercing wouldn't allow them to get anywhere near possessing me.

Shaking off those memories, I return to the present. I see that Dean has gathered his jaw up off of the floor and the others have moved on.

Henriksen asks, "Smart. How long you had those?"

Sam just gives a little smirk and replies, "Not long enough." From the way he said the words, I can tell that there's a story he isn't willing to share. Huh, if we survive this, I'm going to demand story time.

We all went our separate ways. Dean and I watch Henriksen looking at the sheriff's name plate. I know how hard it is to have to deal with being the one who took an innocent's life.

When I was nineteen, I was on a solo hunt. My dad was working with another hunter, one that was a little too free with his hands when it came to me. Dad didn't want him anywhere near me, and I couldn't have agreed more.

I was hunting a vampire, a rogue, when I came across this middle-aged woman with her son. She happened to be going into the warehouse where I knew the vampire was squatting. Following her as fast as I could, I barged in there without a second thought. I was too late. I saw that the vampire had the woman in its grip; her life already faded away.

Aiming my gun that was loaded with wooden bullets, the vampire lunged at the boy. Too quick for me to even register that it had happened, I shot the gun. I heard a grunt of pain and saw both the boy and the vampire slump to the ground. Thinking that I had successfully hit the vampire without harming the kid, I rushed over and grabbed his arm to pull him away. I knew something was wrong the second that I grabbed him. His arm was too limp.

I remember looking down at the boy and seeing a gaping hole in his chest. Straight through the heart. I also remember looking over at the vampire to see him wobbling on his feet. Without a second thought, I had the gun in my hand and the finger pulling the trigger. This time the vampire falls to the ground, lifeless. I must have shot the boy and just injured the vampire. I am responsible for taking a young boy's life.

I jump when I hear Nancy exclaim, "Hey, that's Jenna Rubner!"

All of us walk over to the window to see. I have to squint really hard to see that this Jenna's eyes are black.

Sam quietly says, "That's not Jenna anymore."

Scanning the entire parking lot, there's dozens of people standing around the perimeter. They all also have black eyes. I shudder. There are so many possessed. So many that we can't save.

"That's where all that black demon smoke went?" Nancy's voice was a little breathless and entirely shaken.

"Looks like." Sam replies. It startles me to hear how abrupt and cool he is about this. I guess that's a job requirement. You have to have some sort of emotional detachment. If you don't, you wouldn't survive a week doing this job.

Once again spreading out, Phil heads into the break room. I can see that he pulled up a chair to stand out and look out the windows. I see his hand come up, but I'm not sure what for. I shake my head and start to make my way back to the main office, where Dean and Henriksen are already at, loading up the shotguns.

I sit down on a chair and silently watch the two men's interactions.

"So, shotgun rounds full of salt." Henriksen observes.

"Yeah. We kinda have to use whatever works. No one ever tells you how hard this job actually is. You just have to be super creative to make it." I reply.

Dean looks over at me and we make eye contact. Green eyes meet amber, looking so deep; it seems we were looking into each other's souls. I can see so much pain in his eyes; it makes me want to cry. I want to take away all of his pain.

No matter how many years passed, I still love him. Now, that doesn't mean that I haven't been with anybody. I'm not a virgin by any means. I lost that title many years ago. But those 'rendezvous' that I had don't mean anything to me. It's always been Dean for me. I'm not even sure that Dean feels anything for me anymore. He may not have felt anything for me in the first place. For all I know, I could be a little sister in his eyes.

Henriksen's voice makes our eyes move from each other. "Fighting monsters with condiments." He starts to fiddle with his tie and removes it. "So, demons are real." He moves onto filling another shotgun with salt rounds.

"FYI, ghosts are real, too. So are werewolves, vampires, changelings, and evil clowns that eat people." There's a small smirk present on Dean's face as he mentions the evil clowns, as if it's an inside joke.

"Those are real, so are wendigos, poltergeists, shtriga. Anything you can think of, really." I look at Henriksen and see that he looks a little pale, if not green around the edges. Then, I look over at Dean. "But evil clowns that eat people? Since when?"

Dean looks at me and laughs. God, I love his laugh. "Yeah, that's a story for another time."

I nod. Just to make Victor feel better, I joke, "If it makes you feel any better, Bigfoot's a joke." I smile.

Henriksen plants his hands flat on the desk and shakes his head back and forth, slowly. "No, it really doesn't. So, how many demons?"

"Total? No clue. More than anyone could possibly count." Dean gets a far-off look on his face, as if he's remembering something. Something not entirely good.

After a few moments of tense silence, Henriksen asks, "You know what my job is?"

"You mean besides locking up the good guys?" I stand up and move over to Henriksen's side. "I have no idea." To lighten the mood somewhat, I nudge Henriksen with my elbow and wink.

With a little, almost nonexistent smile, Henriksen replies, "My job is boring, and it's damn frustrating. You work three years for one break, and then maybe you can save a few people. Maybe. That's the payoff. I've been busting my ass for fifteen years to nail a handful of guys and all this while, there's something in the corner so big. So yeah, sign me up for that big, frosty mug of wasting my damn life."

I'm starting to look at Henriksen in a whole new light. Here is a man who thought that he was doing the best that he possibly could, when in the grand scheme of things, he wasn't doing much. It's the sad truth. So, I say the only thing that I can think of to make it even remotely better, "You didn't know. You couldn't have possibly known."

"Well, now I do." Henriksen starts to mess with the guns and the salt rounds once again. "What's out there? Can you guys beat it? Can you win?" His voice is almost desperate. This man probably thinks that he won't make it out of here alive. But you can't give him false hope, Scarlet. It wouldn't be right. Internally, I know that my 'little voice' is right. I can't promise him that he'll survive, because, more than likely, we'd be losing someone tonight.

Always the Debby Downer, Dean answers, "Honestly? I think the world's gonna end bloody. But it doesn't mean we shouldn't fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin'."

I nod and mumble, "Amen to that."

"Plus you got nothing to go home to but your brother." Henriksen observes."

"Yeah." Dean nods.

Henriksen then looks sideways at me and inquires, "What about you, Scarlet? You rocking the white picket fence?"

I return his look and stare at him for a moment. Then I burst out laughing. I hold up my left hand and stick up my fourth finger. "Nah. I have no one special in my life to go home to. It's not really something that fits in with the job, you know?"

Henriksen gives a little laugh and then asks another hard question. "Well, yeah, I guess. But what about family? You have to have some kind of family out there."

All I can think of to do is shake my head sadly. I think about leaving at that, but by the look on both Dean and Victor's faces, I know I won't be able to get away with just that. "No, I have no one. I had my dad, but he did three years back. He died when we were out on a hunt. Fucker shot himself." Their faces became somber. "Oh, no. It wasn't intentional. He tripped and fell on his gun. Great way to go for a hunter, huh?" I laugh bitterly. To turn the attention away from myself, I ask Henriksen, "What about you? Have any one waiting for you at home?"

"Uh-uh. I have an empty apartment and a string of angry ex-wives. I'm right where you guys are." Henriksen chuckles.

"Imagine that." Dean and I reply in unison. We look at each other and make eye contact once again.

All of us jump when we hear a crash. All three of us run into the break room where I saw Phil. Apparently, he broke the salt line in front of the window. Sam follows in behind us. We see that a woman with brownish-blonde hair has broken in. I look down and see that she is trapped in the demon trap. I aim my gun at her, ready to fire whenever she decides to attack.

Henriksen is pointing his shotgun at her. "How do we kill her?"

Surprising the hell out of me, Sam answers, "We don't." And he reaches over to lower mine and Henriksen's gun.

I jerk my gun out of his grasp and retrain it on the demon. "What the fuck are you doing, Sam? This is a demon. There is no way in Hell that I'm letting her live." I continue to have a staring contest with Sam.

Sam replies, in perfect bitch voice, accompanied by his bitch face, "She's here to help us."

I scoff. "Are you fucking kidding?"

The demon is still breathing heavily. I hear Dean sigh in exasperation. "Scar, it's okay."

I look over at him as if he's lost his damn mind. We lock eyes and I can see in his gaze that he doesn't like this much more than I do. That's what makes me lower my gun.

There is a moment of silence in which no one moves. Finally, the demon whines, "Are you gonna let me out?"

Sam brushes past me and scratches at the devil's trap until the line is broken.

"And they say chivalry's dead. Does anyone have a breath mint? Some guts splattered in my mouth while I was killing my way in here." She saunters past everyone, but shoving her shoulder into mine as she walks into the main office. Dean and Henriksen follow her, while Sam stays with me to fix the salt line and the devil's trap. After he's done, he walks into the main office to meet with Dean, Henriksen, and that bitch. I need to remain here to calm myself down, before I kill her.

After successfully calming myself down, I stroll out into the main office, where everyone is currently at. Apparently, everyone is just fine with talking with the demon.

Dean is currently peppering her with questions. "How many are out there?"

"Thirty. At least. That's only so far. More are on their way." The demon seems so nonchalant about everything that is going on. As if all of our lives aren't on the line.

"Oh, good. Thirty. Thirty hit men all gunning for us." Dean nods. He's acting all macho, but underneath all of that, I know that he's afraid. I don't think for himself, but for everyone else here. Dean was always that way. He worried about everyone else and their wellbeing before worrying about his own. That'll just have to be my job. Worry about Dean.

The demon turns her eyes to Sam, who is leaning against the doorjamb. "You didn't tell Dean?"

Dean follows her line of sight and looks at Sam, confused. I suppose he feels the same way as the rest of us, lost as all hell.

"Oh, I'm surprised." The bitch seems almost gleeful. I would like nothing more to punch her right in her face. But, I need to cooperate. I would actually like to make it out of this alive. If that means that I have to work with a demon to destroy other demons, then so be it.

"Tell me what?" Dean asks, almost whining. Apparently he still doesn't like to feel left out. Good to know.

"There's a big new up and comer. Real pied piper." The demon smirks. Yep, really, really, really wanna punch her in the fucking face.

"Who is he?" Dean almost sounds pissed. Not good.

"Not he. Her. Her name is Lilith." She responds.

"Lilith?" Dean sounds surprised over the fact that it's a woman, instead of a man. I roll my eyes. He really is sexist.

The demon nods. "And she really, really wants Sam's intestines on a stick. 'Cause she sees him as competition."

Dean looks over at Sam, an incredulous look in his eyes, "You knew about this?" Sam doesn't seem to bother with a response to Dean. "Well, gee, Sam. Is there anything else I should know?!"

"How about the two of you talk about this later? We'll need the Colt." At this, my head shoots up and I stare at her.

"The Colt?" I'm more than a little pissed. The Colt was in my uncle's possession, but then he was killed by vampires who stole it.

"Yes, little girl. The Colt. The gun that can kill anything. Keep up." The demon sneers at me.

I glare at her. "Who the fuck are you calling 'little girl,' you black-eyed bitch?" She looks almost surprised, but, then again, so does the rest of them. "For your information, I know exactly what that gun is. My uncle had it when vampires killed him for it. That was the first gun that I cleaned. So fuck you very much." I cross my arms over my chest and huff.

She shakes her head ad looks at Sam, who doesn't look up from that spot that he's glaring at on the ground. Then her head swivels to peer at Dean. "Where's the Colt?"

Sam sounds ashamed when he responds, "It got stolen."

"I'm sorry. I must have blood in my ear. I thought I just heard you say that you were stupid enough to let the Colt get grabbed out of you thick, clumsy, idiotic hands. Fantastic. This is just peachy…" I hate to say it, but I can't help but agree with her.

"Ruby…" Sam says with trepidation. Ah, so she has a name…

"Shut up." Ruby raises her hand. "Fine. Since I don't see that there's no other option, there's one other way I know how to get you out of here alive."

Dean looks hopeful, if a bit weary, when he asks, "What's that?"

"I know a spell. It'll vaporize every demon in a one-mile radius. Myself included. So, you let the Colt out of your sight and now I have to die."

Here, I interject. "No loss there." Ruby and I once again have a stare down.

"Scar." Dean's voice is firm.

I look over at him and glare. "Fuck off, Dean. I was raised to kill the likes of her and here she is. Still 'alive' and breathing."

"Next time, be more careful and keep the Colt. How's that for a dying wish?" Ruby starts to talk, again. She must really like the sound of her own voice. To me, it sounds like nails on a chalkboard.

"Okay, what do we need to do?" Dean asks.

"Aww…you can't do anything. This spell is very specific. It calls for a person of virtue." Ruby is mocking him. As a matter of fact, that's all she's been doing the entire time she was talking; mocking someone in the room.

Dean nods. "Okay. I got virtue."

I chuckle. "I don't think that's what she meant, Dean. I don't really think that you're a virgin."

If I'm not mistaken, I think I saw a tinge of pink grace his cheekbones. Then he laughs, "Nobody's a virgin."

Ruby stares at Dean, then glances at Nancy, who turns away.

Dean is more than shocked, it seems. "No. No way. You're kidding me, right? You're…"

"What?! It's a choice, okay?" Nancy is more than a little defensive now.

"S, you've never… Not even once? I mean not even… Wow." I shake my head. It shouldn't have been a shock to me that Dean would act this way. With his looks, he was probably more than a little bit of a man whore.

Nancy turns to look at Ruby. "So, this spell. What can I do?" She smiles. It seems to me that she's more than happy to help in some way.

Ruby takes a few menacing steps toward Nancy. "You can hold still while I cut your heart out of your chest."

Nancy splutters, "What?!"

Dean shoots up from his seat on the corner of the desk. "What? Are you crazy?"

Ruby shrugs. "I'm offering a solution."

I scoff. "No. You're offering to kill somebody."

Ruby looks at me. "And what do you think's gonna happen to this girl when the demons get in?"

Henriksen steps in. "We're gonna protect her. That's what."

Ruby laughs. "Very noble."

Nancy meekly says, "Excuse me."

Ruby looks at all of us. "You're all gonna die. This is the only way."

"Yeah, yeah. There's no way that you're gonna…" Dean rolls his eyes.

All of a sudden, Nancy shouts, "Would everybody please shut up?!" Everyone turns to look at her. "All the people out there…will it save them?"

Ruby seems to contemplate for a second, before responding. "It'll blow the demons out of their bodies. So if their bodies are okay…yeah."

Nancy seems to think this over. She hesitates for a long time before nodding and answering, "I'll do it."

Henriksen, Dean, and I respond in the same moment. "Hell no." "No, no." "No fucking way."

Gazing at Nancy, I say, "You don't need to do this."

Nancy glances at me. "All my friends are out there."

"Nancy, we don't sacrifice people. We do that, we're no better than they are." I reach out and put my hand on Nancy's shoulder. "Think about it Nancy. How would they feel knowing that you sacrificed yourself for them?"

"They'd be alive. That's what matters." Ruby interrupts.

"Well, she wouldn't be. And I'm not having that." I glare at Ruby.

"We don't have a choice." Ruby sneers.

"Yeah, well, your choice is not a choice." Dean mocks.

"Sam, you know I'm right." Ruby implores at Sam. I can sense that there's something between the two of them. Something that I can't quite put my finger on, but still something there nonetheless.

Dean looks at Sam, as if waiting for the response that he knows his brother will give. But the answer doesn't come. In fact, Sam says nothing and continues to glare at that damn spot on the ground.

"Sam?" Sam still says nothing. "What the hell is going on?!" Dean is exasperated and more than a little pissed that his brother seems to actually be thinking about this as an option. "Sam, tell her."

Nancy interjects, determined. "It's my decision."

"Damn straight, cherry pie." Ruby takes a few more steps toward Nancy, but I get in her way.

"If you fucking touch her, I will rip your arms off of your body and beat the shit out of you with them. Got it?" I snap.

Clearly, she thinks that I was joking because she puts her hand on my shoulder, as if to push me out of her way.

Without thinking twice, I grab her wrist and twist her around to pin her arm behind her back. Using the leverage that I have, I push her down on top the nearest desk. "I wasn't fucking kidding." I snarl in her ear.

I miss the smirk on her face. Without warning, her head snaps back and hits me square in the face. I jump back, hand on my face, as if to try and numb the pain. At this point, I'm seeing red.

I rear my right fist back and let it fly. It hits the bitch right in her nose and I hear a satisfying crunch. Out of nowhere, blood starts to spray everywhere. Before she can advance on me or me on her, I feel Dean's arms wrap around my waist and see Sam's wrap around Ruby's waist to drag the both of us away from each other.

"You bitch!" Ruby snarls at me, voice nasally because of her little nose predicament.

I smirk. "At least now you can get a much needed nose job."

"Stop! Stop! Okay. Everybody needs to stop fighting. And we are NOT killing any virgins." Dean releases me slowly, as if not sure whether or not I will pounce again. Believe me, I'm thinking about it. I see Sam doing the same with Ruby. "Sam, I need to talk to you." Dean walks off down the hallway and Sam follows after him.

I lean against a desk and keep my eye on Ruby. I can tell that I'm going to have a swollen nose and one or two black eyes because of her head-butt. I can tell though, she did not break my nose. Not like I broke hers.

Nancy, ever the kindest, gives Ruby, the demon that wants to kill her, a towel to sop up the blood that is still gushing out of her nose.

No one says anything or moves until Sam and Dean return to the main office.

Dean is the first to break the silence. "I have a plan. You guys are probably going to think it's stupid, but it's better than killing Nancy."

"Okay, so, what's the plan?" Henriksen inquires.

Dean's eyes jump from person to person before landing on mine. "Open the doors, let them all in, and we fight."

Normally, I would be all gung-ho about a plan such as this, but right now, it just sounds like suicide. "Okay… But how does that exactly sound like an idea that won't get us all killed?"

Sam answers my question. "We're going to record an exorcism and then broadcast it over the intercom when all of the demons are in the building. That way, the bodies will be okay and the demons will be sent back to hell."

I nod. "Okay. I'm in."

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About a half hour later, we're all back in the office.

Dean looks to Sam. "Did you get the equipment to work?"

Sam nods. "Yeah."

"So?" Dean asks.

Sam replies, "So, I think this is insane."

"You win 'understatement of the year.'" Ruby answers, sarcastically.

The rest of us make a small noise of agreement. Dean sighs. "Look, I get it, you think…"

Ruby interrupts before Dean can finish. "I don't think…I know. It's not gonna work." She stands up and turns to leave. "So long, boys."

Sam almost looks betrayed. "So, you're just gonna leave?"

"Hey. I was gonna kill myself to help you win. I'm not gonna stand here and watch you lose." She stalks closer to Sam. "And I'm disappointed because I tried. I really did, but clearly, I bet on the wrong horse." Sam remains silent. To me, that seems like a loaded statement. "Do you mind letting me out?"

We all walk to the front door of the police station, where I cut the line of the devil's trap and push the salt out of the way of the door.

As she's walking past, Ruby slaps me across the face. I reach up and rub my cheek, while glowering at her. "What? You broke my nose." I really had no argument there. So I let it go.

I push the door open and Ruby walks through. Facing the pack of demons on the horizon, Ruby challenges, "I'm leaving. Who wants to stop me?"

All of the demons move out the way to let Ruby pass.

I watch until Ruby is out of sight, then close the door and fill in the salt line. Heading back into the main office, we all start to distribute the guns.

Minutes later, we're at the exits and entrances. I'm with Dean at the east part of the building. Sam is in the main office. Henriksen is covering the other side of the station.

Dean looks at me. "All set?"

I nod gravely.

He repeats the question in a louder voice, so the rest can hear, and receives all answers in the form of the affirmative. "All right then. Let's do this."

We break the salt lines and the devil's traps protecting the doors. We push open the doors and wait for all hell to break loose.

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A/N: Cliffie! Okay, guys. I would promise to have a chapter up soon, but I can't. I can promise, though, that I'll do my best to have it up as soon as possible. Love you guys! Please review!