"Dean, get here now," He whispered harshly as Carena groaned in her sleep.

"I'm coming," Dean snapped on the other line, "Explain what the hell Del Sean was trying to do again!"

"Rape Dean but focus-"
"Oh I am focused," Dean snarled, "That asshat is going to meet with Smith and Wesson the next time I see him!"
"Dean!" Sam hissed.

"I know, I know, demon incoming 15 minutes. I'm on my way. Try and find some paint for a trap will you?" Dean hung up the phone abruptly and Sam sighed,

Sam gently moved Carena to the side and slid off the bed. Unfortunately she woke up instantly.

"Sam?" She asked confused.

"Carena, where's the stuff for your demon traps?" Sam asked, "We have less then 15 minutes till they come. If they even got your message."

"Crap!" She shot up straight away, marching out of the ruined bedroom and to the front of the house.

She ripped open cabinets and tossed up weapons, ingredients and paint on the counter.

The two of them went to work, Carena painting signs on the floor while Sam ground the ingredients.

"Carena, about earlier," Sam began.

"Not now," Carena snapped, her eyes were dark and focused.

"You need to think."

"No," She said absolutely, "I don't. I need to do everything in my power to stop this bastard."

"You can't die," Sam said softly.

"If I have to." She said gruffly.

Before he could respond, Dean waled through the busted door.

"Everyone ok?" He asked.

The other two nodded and he looked at his watch.

"5 till. Carena what's the plan? I mean a real one."

"I told you," She snipped, "I'll take control."

"Carena,"
"Stop," She pointed at Dean, "I don't need any condescending attitude. You have no idea the hell I went through today."

"Dean," Sam beckoned.

The brothers walked down the hall together, leaving Carena. Dean whistled at the damage in the hallway and bedroom.

"Holy hell."
"You should have seen it Dean," Sam explained, "It was nothing like I've ever seen."

"Don't worry Sammy. After we gank this demon, we can hunt down Mr. Stang and teach him a lesson or two."

"We don't hunt humans." Sam reminded his brother.

"No. We hunt evil and beat up douchebags. He is now Del Douchebag and Del Douchebag shall get a beating as it is deserved."

"Can we not do this right now," Sam sighed, "Let's focus on the demon. There is no real plan here."

"Don't worry, I think I've got one," Dean smiled.

"What's that?"

"Exorcise."

"That's a terrible plan," Sam snapped.

"Better then nothing." Dean countered.

Suddenly the boys stepped back as a figure appeared in mid air.

He was an older gentleman, fit with black hair, mustache and goatee, He had dark brown eyes and tanned muscled skin. He wore a red T Shirt with the word CARS Etc in the top left corner. Dean recognized the face and the pale shimmer around him.

"Paul Millian."

He nodded and pointed down at the ground. Dean looked down and instantly picked up the piston necklace from the rubble.

"It must have come off," Sam said, seeing it, "What is it Mr. Millian?"

Paul now pointed down the hall. He couldn't speak but the fear and panic in his eyes were enough.

The brothers raced down the hall and came face to back with Carena.

"Oh good Carena, you're safe." Dean sighed, "We thought the demon..."
"Carena?" Sam asked worriedly.

She turned around slowly from the stove where an open fire burned. She stretched and yawned, opening her eyes with a savage smile.

Black eyes.

"Hello boys," She smirked in a tone unlike her.

"Demon," Dean snarled.

"Racist," Demonic Carena shot back, "That's frowned upon nowadays isn't it?"

"Get the hell out of her while you still can," Sam ordered.

"Oh no I don't think so," The demon cooed, "I agreed to her terms. Not my fault she wasn't educated enough to know there's no way out of a possession."

The demon skipped around the three signs painted on the ground. She showed three unconscious figures on the floor in the next room.

"Pat, missing for two months, Paula and Terry missing for one and Ricky here missing for two days. You wouldn't recognize this vagrant though, I think his name was Joe. Carena gave him the note to give to me earlier. I gave them up. And of course the other girl. But you knew that already didn't you? How was it to mop up her guts?"

"You're Nessie," Sam realized.

"Oh I was, but now I'm Carena." She snickered.

"They're dead." Dean snarled, after seeing they had been gutted.

"Yes," The demon nodded, "I said I would leave them alive. I never said they'd stay that way."

"Bitch," Sam snapped.

"Thanks," Carena smiled, "I do love my dogs."

Sam fidgeted, uncomfortable with the evil smirk in Carena's eyes.

"You have one chance to leave. Or we make you," Dean threatened.

"With what?" She asked, "No holy water, I'm not stupid enough to walk into a Devil's Trap and you have no weapon that can kill me."

"We don't need any of that," Dean snarled, "Exorcizamus te, Omnis Immundus Spiritus, Omnis Satanica Potestas,-"

"No!" Carena cooed, flinging Dean into a wall, "No exorcism today!"

"Exorcizamus te, Omnis Immundus Spiritus, Omnis Satanica Potestas, Omnis Incursio Infernalis Adversarii, Omnis Congregatio et Secta Diabolica," Sam spoke quickly.

"Aha! Ahahahaha nope!" She laughed, forcing Sam back into the kitchen.

He crashed hard against the sink. Paul urged him to get up, pointing at Dean.

Dean stood up, pulling out his flask of holy water. He tossed it at the demon but she shied away, stepping carefully around the pentagrams.

"You think I can be forced into a trap?" She hissed, "I'm a demon you dumbass!"

She clenched her hands and Dean bent over, puking blood.

Sam dived at her but she threw her arm up, slamming Sam against the table. It splintered under him and he gasped in pain.

"Look Sam," She purred, "I have orders not to hurt you too much. But I can do a little damage."

Sam screamed and clutched at his stomach. He felt his organs squeeze inside him as they began to rip apart.

She laughed and walked victoriously around the room.

"I have to say, you three are really stupid if you think an exorcism can stop me. Can stop any of us. I mean you should see some of the upper ups. They get really nasty. But at least I have a body that's good looking. Of course we'll need to do something about her face and clothes. Can't exactly run around like trash. I have to look good if I'm going to be in charge someday."

The brothers gasped in pain and struggled as the demon laughed.

"So Winchester, the older one obviously, You don't mind dying now right?" She waved her hand to the wall where Dean was thrown, "I'm pretty sue you don't want to see you brother take charge. That's your thing isn't it? Kind of a king complex there isn't it buddy?"

With all her focus on Dean, Sam managed to crawl and stand up. he looked and saw Paul, gesturing at the necklace Dean had dropped.

With no other option, Sam grabbed the necklace and tackled Carena.

She screamed, falling into a Devil's Trap. Sam grabbed her by the chest and strung the small chain over the demon's neck. He scrambled free as Carena clawed at the necklace.

Dean stood up shakily as the necklace stung and burned Carena He didn't know what or how, but the innocent necklace with a ghost attached seemed to be hurting the demon. Suddenly Carena gasped, her eyes snapping back to brown.

"Finish her!" She roared, her voice and panic completely Carena.