A/N: Okay, two quick things. Chapters are going to be shorter now, hope that's okay.

Secondly, I know why some of you choose to read this story in the first place so I am rewarding you for putting up with my lack of typical M stuff. It's not anything worth getting excited over, so don't be.

The views and opinions of the characters are not portrayed by the author.

And on with the story...

Trying to find a place that was abandoned and where there wasn't anything that could blow up if it was shot, which cut out all abandoned warehouses. This left places within the town, something that Dean had wanted to avoid at all costs. This left them with an abandoned house on the edge of town, a simple two story thing, long ago left to the weather as it appeared to be falling apart at the seams. Dean couldn't remember seeing it on the way in or out, but it was better than nothing.

Dean walked around the house several times, finding where each door lead, where the walls were the weakest, where each hallway lead, where all the dead ends were. He found out there was also a basement, it was empty, the walls made out of pure concrete, three feet thick if Dean was guessing. It would be the best place for Dean to take on the demon face to face if it came down to that.

Dean walked back to the ground floor; Sam was wandering the house also, looking for exactly the same things that Dean had been looking for. They met in the largest room in the house, one that someone would make into the living room. The boys said nothing, not needing to as Dean began to make traps to place all over the house. Simple ones that would keep an average human being in place long enough for either of them to show up. Sam was working on tying the nooses, each one made from a length of rope, ten separate ones, just to be safe. If these things truly were as powerful as Sam believed them to be they might have a few tricks up their sleeves as well.

Dean walked out of the room several minutes later, Sam following him to help set up what ever Dean had in mind. They walked around the house placing trip wire in each doorway, a grenade at each entrance and exit. In the basement Dean placed a smoke grenade in each corner of the room, a wire at the base of the stairs would set them off when tripped. There where a couple of snares placed in random spots, when trigged they would capture whatever was in the loop and pull it to the ceiling. It was a simple hunting trick that worked incredibly well.

Dean even opened up the walls, using the wires he found to create a vulgar form of razor wire, fraying it so little edges of the wire stuck up, cutting into whomever was unfortunate to walk into it. This was placed across the hallways in the darkest areas so it would be harder to see.

Finally Dean placed extra ammunition in safe locations, holes in walls, loose floorboards, even in the ceiling. Anywhere it wouldn't be set off in a freak explosion. Once everything was set Sam and Dean headed back into the living room, placing more of the wire across the wide doorway, locking themselves in and the monsters out.

Looking over the wire one more time Dean was satisfied that it would work, walking over to the opposite wall and sitting against it. He had a sawed off shotgun in his hand, rounds in his pockets and his handgun pressing against his back. Sam had the revolver in his hand, ammunition also in his pocket. Dean wouldn't give him a shotgun and Sam didn't complain. The spears were leaning against the wall, each soaked in wine and waiting to be grabbed. Each brother he a small vile of wine in their pocket as well, not knowing if it would have to be re-applied or not.

Dean sat waiting as Sam paced, walking the width of the room several times before sitting down next to Dean, knees to his chest, hands lying limply across them. Dean could tell that Sam was nervous; he was too the first time that he went with John on what he liked to call a 'hunt'. He had been fourteen, sent out to make sure that John came back in one piece. It was also the first time he shot a gun and the first time that he killed a man.

Sam snapped Dean out of the memory, "How long do you think we'll have to wait for?"

"I don't know Sam. Ten minutes, an hour, days. Who knows?" Dean was staring at the entrance before him, waiting for the moment something showed.

"Is there anything that we can do to make it come faster?"

"Sure Sam." Dean was still looking at the door.

"Okay, what?"

Dean didn't know why he did it, but he was sure it would work. Grabbing Sam's face Dean laid one on him, waiting a few seconds before pulling back to see the look of complete and utter shock on Sam's face. "What the HELL was that for!"

Dean shrugged, looking back at the door, "You wanted him to come, and so I gave him something worth coming for. Incest, biggest frowned upon sin in that fucking book."

Sam didn't have time to reply before an explosion rocked the house, debris flying down the hallway. Dean smiled. They were here.