So now on to Chapter 5, I kind of hope this story will go on for about 10 chapters but whatever way it turns out I just hope it's good.

Also I am EXTREMELLY SORRY for the awefully long wait. I'm surprised I'm still getting reviews for it so thank you.

Chapter 5: Extreme Spies

The Winchesters sat in the motel room, Dean on the bed, Sam on the sofa with the laptop at knee level on the small table.

"Her name is Sandra Fuller and she's been working at the bank for a fair few years now. I decided to look up the other two, Jonathan Davies and Michael Brooks, they'd also worked there and began around the same time." Sam read from the screen as he spoke to his older brother.

"Something happen when they were both there? Maybe they ganged up on a co-worker, hide the details to themselves?" Dean thought up with a grin.

"None of them just left about that time so that's unlikely," Sam sighed at his brother's attempt to get a good theory before continuing, "Although there was a robbery there and those few people were all trapped inside while it happened until the cops came and apprehended the man responsible."

"Revenge, for getting him locked up and caught." Dean said as he clicked his fingers, grinning.

"That's what I was thinking. So if this Sam guy knew that, he probably knows there are also two other people who are still working there, as a few left after the robbery saying it was a traumatic event." Sam said, quoting the statement from the newspapers.

"So this is the spirit of the robber who is ganking people who were there when he got caught. So where're his bones?"

"Not far from here. So let's go." Sam said picking up his duffel as they headed out.

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That night the trio were outside Sandra's house in Sam's Prias, staking out the joint. They had been looking out but hadn't seen their guy yet, which was good news for Sandra, but not for Sam or any others. Just then they saw a shadowy figure walk up and begin to look in the windows. Sam rushed out of the car, with his little piggy bank, towards the guy. Before he had a chance to use it there were two other guys rushing over, shooting their sawn off shotguns at the soul. Dwayne went flying back before he quickly gathered himself to his feet and ran away.

"What the..." the shorter of the other two men said.

"I have no idea. Guess it's not a ghost." The tallest man said.

"You? What are you doing?" Sam Oliver asked the two familiar guys.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked back as he glanced down at the small pink pig tucked in his arm.

Just then Sock and Ben came across, "Did you get him?" they asked in unison.

"No."

"And how were you planning on getting him?" Dean asked as he didn't see any weapons or gear on him.

"What were you doing?" Sam answered back.

"Using salt to get rid of the spirit." Sam Winchester said before his older brother could open his mouth.

"Which didn't work Sam." Dean said.

"Well you thought it was a spirit too!"

"It fitted!"

"So what do you think it is?" Sammy asked his brother.

"It's a soul from hell." Sam Oliver interrupted.

"What?" the brothers said in sync.

"I take it you know about the weird things happening around here."

"Yeah?"

"Well they are souls that have escaped from hell. I send them back." Sam explained.

"I didn't think souls could just escape from hell." Sam said looking to his brother.

"That puts a big hole in the whole 'salt and burn the bones' plan." The older brother replied.

"Well the Devil has pretty crummy security. Anyway, if you don't mind we need to try and catch this soul." Sam said, indicating towards Sock and Ben.

"We can help." Sammy quickly spoke.

"Yeah, 'cause you helped so much just then." Sam sarcastically said.

"Hey! This isn't our usual deal." Dean said, taking offence to the remark.

"What exactly do you do?"

"Hunt monsters, ghosts and creatures you couldn't even dream of."

"I dunno, I've seen demons and all kinds of souls. Ones that used acid, fire, even one who pulled off his tattoos to use as weapons..."

"Demons are here in Seatle?" Sam asked.

"They had a rebellion against the Devil which went wrong. He destroyed the building and I'm pretty sure most of them died."

"Wait a minute, there are demons...sorry were, who rebelled against Lucifer, so he personally came to destroy them?" Dean asked the smaller Sam.

"Pretty much." Sam said after a pause.

"They must've really pissed him off, isn't he locked away in Hell?"

"No, I've spoken to him personally."

"Then why isn't their hell on earth and the whole shebang?"

"He's not interested in us, except for our souls from what I can gather."

"I guess you're not as stupid as I thought you were." Dean remarked.

"Thanks." The reaper sarcastically replied.

"Umm Sam? Where did Dwayne go?" Ben asked his best mate.

"I dunno, he was too fast. I think his soul ability is speed. We're gonna have to try and find his hide out."

"Or you could just set up a trap." Dean interrupted their conversation.

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"This is stupid." Sam muttered to his older brother Dean.

"What did you expect? The guy has a friggin' piggy bank as a vessel to take the soul back to hell in. Did you seriously think the plan would be a smart one?"

"When you put it that way...no."

They were lying in a garden near one of the houses of the suspected victims, with their binoculars. Dean was propped up on his elbows holding his pair in front of his eyes, checking the surrounding areas. Their usual stake outs were in their car, watching from a distance, just that for this instance they couldn't park close to the destination they were on lookout at. It was at yet another of the prior bank employee's house as it seemed to be an ideal place. The light was on inside the main living room and they had only seen the shadow of Marcus as he walked past and nothing since then. While they'd been at this house the trio were back at Sandra's. They'd had the same luck as the Winchesters. Dean's little brother had gotten Sam's number so that if they saw anything they could call so he could use his piggy bank somehow.

After a few hours had passed Dean had almost fell asleep on the grass when he was suddenly hit by Sammy.

"I'm awake." He quickly said blinking a few times to clear his eyes to get focused on his surroundings.

He looked across at his younger brother who was pointing at another shadow in the house.

"Well he's not married so who would be there at this time?" Sam wondered after getting a quick glance at the time on his watch.

The brothers quickly grabbed their gear before making it to the house, preparing to capture the escaped soul. Dean kicked down the door as they charged into the front room. Inside were Marcus and his brother. They both jumped at the sound of the wood cracking from the impact of Dean's boot.

"What the Hell?! Quick call the cops!" Marcus yelled at his brother who quickly grabbed the phone.

The hunters glanced at one another before running away to their car. They immediately sped down the road away from the house. It was a stupid mistake but at least they knew he was safe and not with some revenge crazed soul. So they decided to go to the other house where the stooges were keeping a watch out.