6:06pm Providence Airport – Rhode Island

"Twice Doc! That's not a coincidence" yelled Dean as he stormed with thunderous steps down the gangway from the aircraft "I'm beginning to feel like Mr T in the A team. I pity the fool who tries that shit on me again. I pity the fool!"

Hannah walked stoically behind Dean watching his tirade. She usually didn't try and affect anyone else's behaviour. On normal occasions she felt it was somewhat unethical to do it, and her abilities were so unstable that on the occasions where she had tried, it only worked 50 percent of the time, but she felt completely unrepentant about giving Dean the mental push he needed to go to sleep. She knew that he hadn't slept well since their night at the vault and if they were about to face a legion of demons, then he would need to be clear headed and on his game.

Sam kept pace with Hannah, but he removed himself from her slightly. She could feel that he was keeping his energy very closely bound to him, to her it felt like a coiled snake waiting to strike and it gave her an overwhelming feeling of unease. Sam had always been gifted, she had seen that immediately when they had first met, but something had changed in him. Like hers, his talents had always been sporadic, coming to him unbidden. Hannah had spent many hours practising, experimenting, trying to train herself and her abilities. They weren't what anyone could consider reliable, but she had a certain amount of control. Perhaps she could impart what she had learned to Sam. Help him hone the energy that she could feel coursing through him.

When they arrived at the luggage carousel, it was already in motion, circulating bags. Dean grabbed his own and dropped it at Sam's feet, then he pulled off Sam's pack and the case that belonged to the Doc, still muttering to himself at the hideous treatment that he had been forced to endure. Without relinquishing the Doc's case, he picked up his own bag and slung it over his shoulder and headed towards the rental car desk.

"We need a car." he said to the annoyingly cheery man sitting behind the desk "Something that isn't too dicky."

"Actually" said Hannah reaching into her purse "We have a car booked under the name Riordan. I have the booking number here."

With that she handed over the note to the man at the counter and he nodded agreeably as he took the paper.

"When did you do that?" asked Dean looking at Hannah in surprise "Oh now wait, don't tell me. It was when I was asleep right?" he hissed, putting emphasis on the sleeping part.

Hannah just looked at him without changing her expression. "I made the reservation in Wyoming, while you were getting the plane tickets."

"I'll bet you got some crappy Lincoln or Buick or something." he muttered looking at Sam who was being strangely conspicuous in his silence.

"As long as it gets us from A to B, Dean it will be fine." Hannah said reasonably.

The attendant behind the desk looked up at Hannah and asked "Would you like additional rental insurance for and extra $35"

Hannah looked at the brothers "Would we?"

Without exchanging even so much as a look, both brothers smiled a wicked smile and answered in unison "Definitely"

Hannah shrugged slightly and nodded to the attendant who smiled and began processing the paperwork.

"If you'll just sign here please Ms Riordan, I'll go get you your keys."

Hannah put her looping signature on the bottom of the form and took the keys from the attendant with a small smile and a nod of her head.

"The cars are in the parking lot straight out these double doors" said the attendant pointing to the large sliding doors "Yours is the red one, third on the left as you exit."

Hannah thanked him and headed out towards the parking lot with the two Winchesters in toe. It was just after 6pm when they landed and night was beginning to fall. They walked into the car park and Hannah counted the car spaces until she was standing in front of a red Chevrolet Silverado truck.

"Here we are." she said pressing on the central locking so that the indicator lights flashed at her.

"You're shitting me." said Dean looking at the truck with wide eyed surprise and just a hint of delight.

"I figured we might need the room" said Hannah with a cheeky smile.

Sam shrugged and walked along the side of the truck to dump his bag on the flatbed. Dean followed his lead on the opposite side of the car and looked at Hannah hopefully.

"I'm driving." he stated

"You don't even know where you're going?" said Hannah as she made to get in the drivers door.

"So!" protested Dean "You can give me directions."

Hannah was just happy that he had found something new to focus his attention on, that didn't have anything to do with flying or a little assisted sleeping. She held up the keys and he pulled them out of her hand with gusto. He squeezed passed her to the drivers door, pushing her body hard into the side of the truck. He hadn't meant to press himself into her so intimately, but in his haste to get to the drivers door he had just pushed his body by hers. Through his jeans, he felt the soft swell of her bottom press into him and his body reacted on instinct at their proximity.

Dean hurried past and slid into the driver's seat to try and hide from her his body's reaction to their brief contact. Hannah looked across the truck to where Sam waited patiently.

"Sam, your legs a miles longer than mine, you take the front seat and I'll sit in the back and navigate."

Sam shrugged at Hannah's words and folded his tall frame into the cab of the truck.

Hannah climbed in, settling herself in the middle of the seat so that she could look out the front window between the two brothers. Dean started the truck and the growl of the powerful engine put a smile on his face.

"Not too shabby I hope?" said Hannah with an air of satisfaction

"Not too shabby at all Doc." replied Dean as he pulled out of the car park with tyre squealing ferocity.

"We'll need weapons." said Sam as they pulled out onto the main road leading into the heart of Providence.

"I rang ahead to my grounds keeper. If we stop by his boatshed on the way he'll have something for us." said Hannah

Dean looked at her in the rear view mirror "You have a grounds keeper?"

Hannah nodded slightly "I'm not at the cottage very often, so I need someone to take care of it."

"Isn't he somewhat suspicious that you would ask him for a whole bunch of weapons?" asked Sam in a strangely flat voice

"While he doesn't know the details, he knows that I deal in some extremely dangerous things." explained Hannah "He's an ex-marine so he understands when to ask questions and when to shut up and do what he's told. That's why I hired him."

"And you trust him?" asked Sam starring out the window at the headlights of the cars going in the opposite direction.

"He's one of the few people I do trust." she said simply

Before they hit the central district of Providence, Hannah directed them onto a freeway that took them out towards the outlying suburbs. Her cottage was on the cost in the up market suburb of Newport. Newport was on an island connected to the mainland by a large network of bridges, it took an hour for them to reach the Narrgansett Bay bridge and then another fifteen minutes to the Newport Island Bridge.

The town of Newport, in daylight would have been postcard perfect. Even at night the quaint little seaside town had been decorated with warm coach style lamps and all the trees along the main road through town had been decorated with tiny blinking fairy lights. The town looked like it belonged back in the last century, each of the buildings having been painstakingly restored to their original glory.

As Dean drove he looked out into the dark Atlantic Ocean, the reflection of the three quarter moon, turning the dark liquid silver in places.

"Follow this road along the cost. We'll come to Adam's boat house in about half a mile or so." Hannah leaned forward resting her forearms on the two front seats.

As Dean drove, the coast line became slightly more rugged, the density of the houses began to diminish until all he could see was large Victorian style houses built up on the high side of the land facing out over the ocean. Dean rounded the bend and saw a cove that was sheltered slightly by a headland the stuck out like a pointing finger into the ocean. In the cove tiny lights marked where the boat house was, but it was the only building in the immediate area. Dean headed straight for it.

As the truck pulled up, both Sam and Dean realised that the 'Boat House' was more an impressive house that happened to be down by the ocean side. It was built on the low side of the road, but it was still some distance away from the ocean, probably to protect it from the massive swells that could sometimes hit the islands coast. A long walkway lead down to a true boatshed that sat over a pier. Several boats were docked by the peer and on the opposite side of the cove; there was a large wooden structure where fishing boats had been moored against a jetty that seemed to stretch out into the cove as far as it dared.

A tall silver haired man, waited by the front of the house, a gun resting in his arms as he watched the truck pull up. Hannah slid out of the back of the truck quickly to identify them and as soon as he saw her, he visibly relaxed and leaned the rifle against the door jam.

"Adam, how've you been?" said Hannah moving quickly to embrace the older man.

"Worried." he replied in his whisky hardened voice.

Dean and Sam had slid out of the truck and quietly moved in behind Hannah, the older man turned cold hard eyes on them, and Dean had to quell the instinct to flinch under the man's scrutiny.

"Adam, this is Sam and Dean Winchester." Hannah introduced standing back so that all three men could meet.

A long moment went by where each man sized up the other. In a way this man remained both Sam and Dean of their father. He had the same flinty hard edge about him. The constant weariness that only combat could give a man. He was probably in his early 60's, but his back was still straight and his eyes still keen.

"Please to meet you, sir." said Sam holding out his hand "I'm Sam."

Adam paused only a moment before taking it "I'm no sir, I worked for a living son." he said in a voice that seemed to begin in his chest and rattle out through a ravaged set of vocal chords.

Dean followed Sam's lead, but couldn't help smiling at this abrasive older man. He was like a caricature of every American hard arse that Dean had ever seen, a strange blend of Clint Eastwood and John Wayne.

Adam gave Dean's hand a firm squeeze and seemed to size him up as her shook it. Dean tried to make sure that he exerted as much pressure on the other man's hand as he received. This was the man's way of testing the Winchesters worth and Dean would not be found wanting.

"I have what you asked for here." he said going in through the door of his house and picking up two military green duffle bags. "Will this do?" he said handing each Winchester a bag.

Dean opened the bag and looked inside. Each bag held and array of hand guns, shot guns and rifles. There was also a string of grenades, smoke bombs even a claymore and enough ammunition to keep each weapon firing for quite some time.

"Jesus." The word slipped out of Dean's mouth before his internal filters checked him.

"I also got you a rifle." said Adam to Hannah "And I bought the General Store out of salt. Rock salt, table salt you name it. I told Eve I was smoking my own fish. I think she bought it, but if you need some more I'll go up to Tiverton in the morning."

Hannah nodded taking the case and the box of supplies out of his hands. "How is the house?" she asked turning to the house that could just be made out on the outcropping of land that made up the headland.

"There were lights up there last night. I didn't think anything of it, you know, just tourists or something, but when you called this morning I went up and check, someone had definitely tried to get in."

Hannah looked sharply to Dean and then to Sam as if all of her worst fears had just been confirmed.

"I wish you'd tell me what is going on." said Adam, feeling the tension of the people standing on his porch rise sharply. "I could help Hannah, you know I could."

Hannah turned gentle eyes to the older man "I don't doubt that Adam, not at all, but your the Calvary. You're the guy I'll call if we get into trouble. I don't want to have to involve you unless it is absolutely necessary. Once you're involved there is no backing out, no reprieve, no safe haven. You'll be in it up to your neck. I wouldn't wish that on my enemies let alone one of my only friends"

The older man's face looked troubled, but he nodded his understanding to her.

"I'll check in tomorrow morning alright?" she said trying desperately to assuage his fears.

The trio climbed back into the truck, carefully arming themselves from the weapons store that Adam had given them.

"Follow the road here" instructed Hannah pointing the road as it wound up the bluff.

Mid way up the hill Dean pulled the truck off the road "We go on foot from here. Surprise might be all that we have." he said looking between his brother and Hannah.

Sam was quiet, his eye focused on the house, he slipped a revolver into the waistband of his jeans and a couple of clips into his back pocket. Hannah opened the case that Adam had given her and with efficiency she put together the rifle. It had a snipers scope on it, but as she had never been trained to use it, it acted more as a hindrance to her than a help. Her entire weapons training consisted of clay shooting on her parents estate and a thirty second briefing on the use of hand guns that Dean had given her the last time they had been together, but she had some hidden talents that she knew would come in handy.

Dean too armed himself and slid from the cab of the truck.

"Stay behind Sam and I." he said to Hannah as he watched her slip a hand gun into her belt. He hated the fact that the Colt was tucked safely away in the trunk of the Impala. There was no way they could possibly have taken it on the plane with them, but Dean suddenly missed the feel of it. He had a grave feeling that they were going to be in need of it before the night was out.

They jogged up the hill keeping close to the road so as not to loose their way in the dark. A long drive way lead from the road to the house on the headland and Dean stopped to study it. There were recent tyre tracks on it, but Adam had said that he had been up there recently. They moved quickly but silently down the driveway until a large iron arch set in two sand stone pillars loomed over the driveway. Bush and sea scrub surrounded the entrance to the property on all sides creating any number of places for and enemy to hide for an ambush.

Dean felt tense coiled tight like a spring. His eyes darted from the road to the scrub looking for any signs of movement. Sam stayed close behind him covering his back until he spotted the large archway over the driveway. It was wrought iron, made by a master craftsman, a design that twisted and turned intricately platted between the two heavy iron arches that framed it. Sam stopped, straightened, looking at the archway; it seemed to almost hum to him in the quiet of the evening. He felt it as if it vibrated and he knew something was different about it.

Dean had moved off unaware that Sam was no longer at his back, but Hannah caught up with Sam and stood next to him, covering his back as he stood almost fixated by the large iron arch.

"This feels wrong" he whispered to no one in particular, but Hannah looked up at him sharply.

"It's a ward" she said studying his response. "I had is put in specifically. It goes with the inscription in the ground."

Sam took a few steps forward his eyes studying the concrete of the driveway. Sure enough he came across small tiles embedded in the concrete that created a circle under the arch. The tiles spelled out writing he didn't recognise, but her felt the energy pulsing through it.

Dean looked around suddenly aware that he was now on his own. He looked back over his shoulder to see his brother transfixed by something embedded in the road and Hannah studying Sam with a growing look of horror on her face. He jogged back to them.

"Hey you guys." he said he voice agitated "We're trying to make a stealthy entrance here and you standing out in the open is making this a little bit more difficult."

"Don't you feel it?" said Sam looking at his brother his eyes going wide.

"Feel what Sammy?" answered Dean "What are you talking about? What is he talking about?" he asked of Hannah realising that Sam wasn't even listening.

"This is a ward...magical fortification that I had put in to protect the grimoires. Anyone who intends harm can't generally cross it. It's like a permanent salt line."

Dean looked at his brother helplessly, the last words he heard his father utter to him running through his mind. 'One day you may have to kill Sammy.'

"I can't cross this Dean. I don't think I can cross this?" Sam looked desperate, his eyes looking suddenly young and incredibly vulnerable

"What are you talking about Sam, of course you can cross this. It's just like the salt line." Dean tried to make his voice relaxed and easy but his insides were churning.

Hannah grabbed on to Sam's wrist but the younger Winchester snatched it away almost snarling at her. Dean looked at Hannah horrified by his brother reactions.

"Sam, I'm just trying to help you. Just tell me what you are feeling?" she said calmly

Sam bought the shot gun up to point it at her, he shifted his feet nervously from side to side. "What have you done?" he said in a low growl "What have you done to me?"

"Whoa!" said Dean holding up his hands pleading for calm "Whoa, Sammy, just calm down. We're all on the same side here."

Sam glanced at him sideways "You sure about that?" he said aiming the gun directly at Hannah. He was only a few feet away; at that distance she would have no chance of survival.

"Sam you're like me." she said calmly her eyes holding more sadness than fear in them "You can feel it, feel the flow of energy. There is like a heat that radiates off it that you think will burn, but it won't Sam. It won't burn you...you have to trust me."

Sam almost shook with the effort to contain his growing agitation.

"Listen to her Sam. You'll be fine, you don't want to harm anyone right?" pleaded Dean trying to edge closer to his brother, he hoped that if he could get close enough that he could somehow get the gun away from Sam.

Hannah very calmly took a deep breath letting her eyes close as she exhaled into the night air, as she opened her eyes; they were no longer blue but a molten mercury swirling. In the darkness surrounding them her eyes seemed to give off an unnatural glow that attracted everyone's attention.

Sam looked down the gun, but his face began to screw up in concentration as he felt a pressure at the side of his head. The pressure steadily increased until it was bordering on pain. He dropped the gun and bought his hand quickly up to his temples his eyes never leaving the Doc's.

"He's dropped the gun Doc, you can stop now." said Dean holding up his hands again in a request for calm. He didn't realise that Hannah couldn't stop. Sam had felt the Doc trying to knock him out and he had thrown up his own defences, then he had countered with an attack of his own. They were now locked in a struggle of wills that Dean had no way of understanding.

Sam narrowed his focus, so that he didn't hear his brothers voice, he didn't sense the energy pulsing through the ward, he only saw Hannah, as his focus narrowed his eyes changed from their warm brown to a molten amber shifting and swirling with energy. He didn't hear Dean's gasp of surprise or the Doc's subtle grunt of exertion he only knew he had to destroy the threat to him.

Hannah had started off with a gentle push on Sam's mind, but as soon as she felt his defences come up, she had to reassert her energy, narrowing her focus down on him. She felt the moment when his self preservation instinct kicked in and the resulting psychic counter attack back at her.

Her head ached, she felt blood trickle out from her nose, but she refused to bend to Sam's will, reflecting every ounce of energy that he threw at her. She realised, that he was many times more powerful that she had ever imagined, but his abilities were raw and unfocussed. She felt his assault waver just slightly and doubled her attack.

Sam's eyes rolled back in his head and he fell, being caught by his brother before he hit the ground.

"Damn it Doc." hissed Dean "What did you do?" He eased his brothers body down to the ground.

"I was just trying to disarm him." said Hannah wiping her hand across her bloodied nose " He fought back." She was on her knees panting to regain her breath. That level of psychic activity drained the body of energy and she had to fight the instinct just to slip into unconsciousness.

"You could have gone easy on him." protested Dean, pushing the hair away from his brother face.

"Dean if I had let up." Hannah replied calmly "Sam wouldn't have stopped until he had killed me."

"That's Bullshit." said Dean with more venom than he intended "Sam isn't a killer."

Hannah remained silent. She really didn't want to get into this conversation right now when they were still in danger.

"Let's just get him to the house Dean, we're still in danger out here like this." she said, her voice sounding alarmingly weak to her own ears.

Dean was fuming. He didn't understand Sam's reaction to the ward, he couldn't believe that his brother had drawn a gun on Hannah and he certainly wouldn't accept that his brother would have ultimately killed her.

"We are not going to hurt him by bringing him across this thing?" asked Dean, slinging Sam's arm over his shoulder.

Hannah stood on the other side of Sam draping the big man's arm across her own shoulder.

"I don't believe so." she said earnestly

"You don't believe so or it won't Doc?" pressed Dean, unwilling to see his brother hurt anymore than he already was.

"Honestly, I don't know." replied Hannah for the first time that evening her voice loosing its usual air of calm.

Dean sighed heavily and began walking towards the house, half dragging his brother. Sam stirred as they walked across the ward, but he didn't regain consciousness. As they got closer to the house something stirred in the shadows. Dean let Sam's unconscious form drop to the ground and drew the shotgun he carried up in one fluid motion. He was aware of Hannah doing the same with the rifle that she carried.

"Freeze" said Dean as he tried to search the shadows for the source of the movement.

An evil cackle filled the night and Dean and Hannah exchanged knowing looks. That kind of laughter could never come from a human.

"Cover me." said Hannah and before Dean could argue she had hurried up to the porch and switched on the porch light. With the new influx of light Dean retrained his gun on the newly identified target.

A man stood on the porch, he was a young man barely out of his teens, but his face was contorted in a leer unnatural to the young features it was manipulating. The man had dark circles under his eyes and white foam frothed from his lips.

Hannah gasped and stumbled back two steps at the sight of the young man as he clawed at her, but didn't move towards her.

"Hannah?" questioned Dean placing himself in between his brother and the thing writhing on Hannah's porch.

"There's a devil's trap carved into the underside of the porch, he's trapped." she said her disgust changing now to intrigued observation.

As she walked around the man studying him, he hissed and spat in her direction but made no move towards her. Clicking his tongue in a childish taunt it spoke in a voice no human could create. The words slipped out on foaming spittle but it was in a language that Dean recognised by could not understand. Hannah was listening intently.

"Doc?" questioned Dean as he watched her studying this thing that had at one time been a man.

"He's resighting a passage from the Odyssey, where the crew turn on each other and nearly tear each other apart through their in fighting." Hannah pulled herself up to her full height "Latin, you dumb bastard, anyone can say it in Latin. If you had any kind of sense or class you would have given it to me in Greek."

Dean looked at Hannah out of the corner of his eye, surprised at the venom and contempt that she carried in her voice as she threw back her taunt.

Again the creature spoke, it carried laughter in its voice and while Dean didn't understand the words it spoke, he could tell by its tone that it was continuing to bate the Doc. Hannah's face changed from one of smug confidence to one of pure pale panic. She straightened and her hand went to her throat almost in a defensive posture.

"Doc?" asked Dean warily, aware of Sam starting to stir at his feet. He didn't look down at his brother, watching instead the woman who he feared was about to do something foolish. "Come on Doc. Talk to me!"

"He's talking about my brother." said Hannah, her voice coming out strangely calm in comparison the fury that was playing across her face. Her eyes had begun to burn silver again, but she remained still, seeming to put all of her focus on the creature that was trapped on the porch before her.

"They lie Doc." said Dean rapidly trying to regain control of the situation "It is just trying to trick you in to making some kind of mistake."

Hannah never took her eyes off the creature, but to Dean's relief, he saw her body loos some of the tension that it had been carrying.

The creature sensed that it was loosing its hold on her and continued to spit taunts at her. Dean couldn't make any of them out, but he imagined that they were growing in intensity. The Doc, however, wasn't falling for them a second time. She appeared to have really taken Dean's words to heart and realised that the Demon was taunting her out of desperation.

Hannah looked over at the older Winchester, the storm in her eyes beginning to calm. "Thank you." she said in a near whisper, but Dean heard it none the less. She gave him a quick smile, indicating that she had an idea and he nodded slightly to let her know that he would back her in whatever she did.

Hannah closed her eyes and began speaking in Latin, a short phrase that she repeated over and over again. Dean recognised the phrase even when he didn't understand each of the words. It was from the rites of exorcism and it demanded that the creature identify itself. Hannah's voice started out soft and began to increase in volume. As she spoke, the young man's body shuddered and convulsed slightly and the creature within him hissed in displeasure.

Hannah opened her eyes, smiling as the creature felt the full impact of her words.

"We can keep this up all evening." taunted Dean in a whimsical voice "Why don't you give it up buddy. What's in a name anyway?"

The creature turned hate filled eyes on Dean, but within moments those eyes were rolling back and it howled in pain.

"Ego exisisto sicut Anane" it managed through gritted teeth.

Hannah halted suddenly, her eyes narrowing.

"You're lying!" she said with conviction "your grammar is worse than a prep school student. Now stop messing around and give me your true name!"

Again Hannah began chanting, her tone becoming insistent. It left her lips in a steady cadence and was clearly causing the creature immense pain.

"Je ne me trouve pas" it wailed "Je m'appelle Anane!"

"In English" demanded Dean, feeling slightly left out of the proceedings.

"Anane" it cried again over the top of the Doc's chanting "I am called Anane."

The Doc halted her chanting so suddenly that it drew Dean's eye. "Talk to me Doc. That name means something to you doesn't it?"

Hannah looked at Dean her eyes giving him every indication that indeed she did know that name.

"Anane was one of the fallen. He was listed in one of the earliest chapters of the book on Enoch."

"Not was, my dear." hissed the creature, rubbing its hands together in a twisted display of delight "is."

"You're a herald a harbinger for the legions." she said her voice icy with rage "Who do you serve?"

The creature looked between her and Dean. "I serve who I always serve…myself."

"Of that I have no doubt. Now tell me who you serve?" she spat back at it.

"Why?" it said leering back at her "What could you possibly do to me if I don't tell you?"

"We might not banish your arse back to hell?" said Dean looking at the malevolence on the creatures face. He had to keep reminding himself that there was an innocent man under there, who was probably living his worst nightmare as they exchanged words.

The creature looked at Dean smiling "Now who is lying?"

"You're right. I am going to exorcise your sorry arse, but you know as well as I do" said Hannah, the muscle shifting in her jaw as she spoke through clenched teeth. "That there is the easy way and the hard way. If you don't tell us what we need to know, I'll make certain it is the hard way and it takes a really long time!"

The creature looked disbelievingly at Hannah, simply smiling to push her tolerance. She returned its smile, but her face held little humour, just a grim determination that even sent a chill down Dean's spine.

Hannah moved off the porch, close to Dean so that the creature could not hear them converse.

"What are you planning?" questioned Dean as Hannah moved in close to him.

"I am going to exorcise this Demon, but I need for you to keep asking it questions. Remember everything that it tells you. Half of it will be truth and half will be lies, but you need to remember everything."

Dean looked at her, the steady determination that filled her face. "Will this hurt the man?" he asked and when Hannah looked away without answering he knew without doubt that it would.

"Doc there is an innocent man still in there." he said grabbing onto her arm to prevent her from walking away from him.

Hannah looked up into Dean's hazel eye, pleading with her own that he understand what she had to do here.

"I know that Dean." she said quietly "But all of his suffering will have been in vein if we don't get this information out of that creature."

"Could this kill him?" asked Dean, his gut twisting painfully.

"Yes. If the Demon fights hard enough it can sometime kill the host."

Hannah's voice was entirely too calm and remote for Dean's liking, he looked off into the darkness unable to hide the disgust from his face. Necessity had lead him to kill in the past, but it had always been in the heat of the moment, always been a life or death choices. What the Doc was proposing seemed all too deliberate for his liking.

"I'm sorry" said Hannah, even though her emotionless tone belied her words "We are at war now Dean, and one of the greatest tragedies of war is the death of innocent bystanders. It is a necessary evil."

Dean turned his eyes back to Hannah, wishing desperately that Sam was conscious so that he could throw in his thoughts. Sam was always a really good balance to Dean, tempering Dean responses with both logic and humanity. The Doc just seemed way to cool and removed from this.

"I thought we were supposed to be fighting against evil Doc." hissed Dean, but his tone told her that he had relented to her argument and would support her in whatever action she took.

Hannah gripped on to Dean's forearm briefly a physical reminder of their solidarity and then she began to speak. Dean had recognised the Latin earlier, but the Doc had chosen another language now. This one was completely foreign to him and he watched what affect it had on the creature on the porch.

As Dean suspected, upon hearing the words the Doc spoke, it straightened, its face draining of colour. It looked around in a desperate display of panic and then it began testing the boundaries of the devils trap running at the invisible barriers that kept it in place.

Hannah had closed her eyes and closed her ears off to everything. She put 100 percent of her focus into the rites of exorcism and did not risk wavering for anything. The creature began writhing and lacerations appeared on the young man's arms as if something inside was trying to claw it's way out.

A blood curdling yowl echoed through the night and the creature began to convulse violently. Dean had been so surprised by the reaction of the creature that he had almost forgotten his role in this whole proceeding, but he quickly composed himself and started firing off questions.

"Who are you working for?" yelled Dean, just loud enough to be heard over the Doc's chanting.

"Go fuck yourself." the Demon replied it's head swinging from side to side as blood poured out of the young man's nose and tear ducts.

"Who do you work for?" Dean repeated again, this time his tone more forceful. They had started down this track and Dean knew he had to be committed to it, or it would never work.

"Your father….I'm working for you father." yelled the Demon, fighting to hold the body it was possessing still, so that it could look Dean in the eye.

Hannah must have heard the Demon's response and felt Dean's hesitation because her voice increased in volume, pronouncing each syllable clearly and succinctly. The Demon began gnashing it's teeth and wailing uncontrollably almost to the point where Hannah could not be heard over the din.

The Demon dropped to his knees clutching at the hair at its temple and pulling great fistfuls out. It bled from its eyes and nose, even a thin trail of blood trickled out of its ears. Blood and puss leaked out of the wounds on its arms and a stain on the t-shirt indicated that there were marks across the young man's chest too. Finally it reached for the sky.

"Help me Asbeel" it pleaded but the words were almost lost as a roar of energy tore the demonic creature from the young man's body. Dark energy looking not unlike black oily smoke was pulled from the young mans, mouth nose and ears. It swirled for a moment above his head and then dissipated with a crack that sounded like thunder.

Dean watched in horror as the young man's limp body finally fell to the porch. Next to him, the Doc swooned, loosing consciousness and dropping to the dirt next to Sam. Dean looked around at the bodies at his feet.

"Great!" he muttered "First I'm the one who's out cold and now I'm the only one awake. Way to make a guy feel included people!"