Dean and Sam roared down the road in their Impala. Eri hadn't tried to stop them and Dean had been too impatient to wait for Castiel.
If he really wanted to, he could angel zap himself there.
"Call Kevin," Dean ordered, his voice low nd cold as steel.
Sam wanted to refuse, to talk about what they were doing but sigh in surrender and dialed the number for Kevin.
"Hey Kevin how's everything?" He asked.
Oh just great," Kevin muttered, "I think I'm losing it Sam, I keep thinking about Crowley. He killed Channing Sam! He snapped my girlfriend's neck!"
"Ok ok, look I'm sorry," Sam winced at Kevin's high pitched panicking voice, "I am but we need your help."
"What? another demon bomb?" Kevin asked scathingly, "We used up everything when Crowley came after me!"
"No, no," Sam said, "We need you to find out how a demon that was killed, killed not exorcised can be brought back and how can we kill it and keep it dead."
"Are you serious?" Kevin asked after a pause.
"Unfortunately it seems that can happen," Sam gritted his teeth.
"I'll see what I can find," Kevin said and hung up.
"Ok he's looking it up," Sam said as he put his phone away, "I'd say look through Dad's notes but I don't think he's got anything."
Dean simply pressed his lips together tighter and grumbled.
"Dean, we need to talk about this," Sam's heart dropped, "We know so much more then what we knew then. We killed them once before, we can kill them again."
Dean didn't answer, instead pressing harder on the gas and the engine revved higher. Sam shook his head and glanced out the window as they barreled down the highway.
Two hours of silent driving and they finally came to a small town overlooking a harbor.
Fortunately they wouldn't have to come up with a cover story.
Unfortunately the citizens of the small town had gone completely mental. They were screaming and hollering at each other, attacking each other.
Dean leaned back as a woman ran past him, brandishing a rifle and screaming.
The boys grabbed their gear and Dean sighed.
"Sam," he said softly, "look you know I don't like talking about Mom's..."
"I know," Sam nodded, "but."
"Something inside always said it would never be that easy." Dean heaved, loading his shotgun.
"Killing Yellow Eyes was easy?" Sam asked and Dean flinched at the name.
"What I mean is that I was scared there was something more. A Plan B or whatever," Dean explained, "Guess I was right."
"Just cause there's sightings of him here," Sam said, slamming the trunk lid shut, "doesn't mean they're going to win."
"No," Dean looked up, his green eyes sharp and deadly, "They didn't get a Get out of Jail Free card. They just made a mistake. A very big mistake."
He looked to Sam who nodded, holding out a canteen full of holy water.
"After you," His little brother grinned.
Dean grabbed the canteen with a smirk and let loose a joyful whoop.
"Let's show these sonsovbitches who we are!"
The two brothers worked methodically, working back to back and forcing demons into a corner with holy water and salt rounds. The yelled out the latin exorcism with all their strength or if things got messy, they used Ruby's knife.
After 20 minutes, the two of them had only covered a block.
"We need a new plan," Sam groaned, collapsing against a brick wall.
"What do you want to do? Ask them to line up to be sent back to hell?" Dean asked sarcastically.
"No, but there has to be something," Sam snapped, "We can't do this with just the two of us."
"Good thing you're not then," Sam heard a female voice.
He looked up as a group of hunters practically flew over the rooftops, using cables to swing around telephone posts. Sam admired the beauty, speed and strength at which the team came in, all of them dropping in front of him and his brother with flourish.
"Heard there was a party," Teresa grinned.
"Ya," Dean rolled his eyes, "We're out and these guys just won't stop coming."
"Good thing we came with extras then," Teresa laughed, throwing a bag full of salt rounds, grenades and melee weapons to the boys
"This is great," Sam said, "But it's not going to be enough."
"It'll do for now," She shrugged, "Patrick's got a team coming in from the west and Jackie's coming up from the east. Eri said cut them off."
"No," Sam shook his head.
"Sam's right," Dean agreed, "That isn't going to work. We'll just make them stronger together."
"So what?" Teresa asked, "Pick them off one by one? Do you know how many people have been killed today?"
No," Sam shook his head, interrupting, "Eri's right, we have to get them together."
"And do what?"Dean asked mockingly, "Host a macerena party? Or a conga line?"
"No," Sam insisted, "Do you remember when Lilith sent that army of demons after us in Colorado? When Henrickson was holding us?
"Oh ya!" Dean snapped his fingers and nodded, "We trapped everyone in the station and played an exorcism on tape!"
"We do that," Sam said, "But bigger."
"Alright," Dean grinned, Let's find us a place to have a party."
Teresa quickly called and relayed the plan to Patrick and Jackie who told their own teams. After finalizing the details, Sam and Dean walked out on to the main road where a group of demons waited, their black eyes boring into the boys.
"You ready?" Sam asked.
"Absolutely not," Dean made a face.
"How fast?" He asked, "This morning I got it under 4 minutes."
"Seriously?" Dean asked, "Comparing times now?"
Sam grinned, "You're still at 6 and a half aren't you?"
"Shut up," Dean rolled his eyes, "Think you can run so fast, pft, I'll beat you bitch."
Sam rolled his eyes, muttering to himself.
"Jerk."
Dean held up the walkie that Teresa had given him.
"We are a go, you?"
"Let em loose," Teresa's voice crackled over the line.
Dean grinned, pocketing the walkie and shooting point blank at a demon.
Suddenly the demons lunged forward, screaming and roaring angrily.
"Time to go," Sam said, spinning on his feet and racing up the street with the demons following.
They ran around a corner to a theatre and bashed in the doors, leaping over the chairs and firing wildly behind them. They leaped up onto a makeshift stage in front and turned around firing at the demons. Popping up from behind chairs and doors, Teresa, Patrick and thier teams swept into the fray, knocking out the demons. Sam watched the doors close one by one around the door, he smiled knowing that salt was being oured on the outside by Jackie and her team. Dean looked up screaming towards where the projector was.
"Now!" He roared, "Do it now!"
Suddenly the demons screamed in pain, clutching their heads as the exorcism played over the speakers.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii..."
Hunters drop down from the projector window on a cable, taking advantage of the demons' confusion to pin them down or tie them to chairs. One hunter walks through the melee, holding a remote with a smirk.
She presses a button and the exorcism stops. The demons glare at the hunters as they're held down.
"Alright you pathetic scum," Dean walks around the demons, occasionally kicking or punching them, "You got a choice here. Either you tel us where the big bad boss is and we send you back to hell quick. Or we drag this little party out and you suffer before you get sent back to hell. Either way you go to hell."
"How about you come back with us?" A demon snarled.
Dean kicked the demon in the gut and nodded to the other hunter.
She smirked, pressing play on the remote.
"Omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te, cessa decipere humanas creaturas,"
The demons screamed and howled in unbearable pain and collapsed with no fight in them.
"Now is someone..." Dean demanded, as the recording was paused again, "Going to tell me where the big boss is at?"
"Alright,"Dean sighed and nodded to Sam, Patrick and Teresa.
It continued for 30 minutes.
The recording blasted and the demons screamed. The hunters splashed the demons with holy water and questioned them. Soon one by one as the exorcism finished, they left their bodies, the jet black smoke builds up higher and higher in the air and sudenly explodes in a fireball as the recording finishes.
"draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!"
As the last demon was vaporized, a door creaked open. Everyone looked up as Eri walked in, holding a bloody arm.
She narrowed her eyes at everyone, finally settling on Sam.
"Found him."