Henrisken, Melvin, and the other's left the four in their cell. Dean shook his head at them, seeing as they couldn't care less about helping Liz, "Sam, Elle, help me here." He spoke up, Sam and Gabrielle stood up and turned around walking over to where Dean and Liz were on the floor, putting their arms under Liz to get a hold of her and pick her up. Dean winced as he picked her up from his wounded shoulder, but they managed to walk her over to the bed and lay her down on it. Dean moved Liz's hands, lifting a bit of her shirt to take a look at her bullet wound. It didn't seem like the bullet had hit anything to worry about, she didn't seem to be losing a lot of blood, she was losing blood but it wasn't where it looked like some artery or organ had been hit, which was slightly good, but, he was still worried on the baby.
Sam bit his lip, looking at the wound himself, Dean stood up and turned to look at him, "Do you think...?" Dean trailed off, asking.
Sam shrugged, shaking his head, not knowing if the bullet had punctured anything vital or anywhere close to the womb area to harm the baby, "I don't know." He answered, his eyes were sad as he looked at Liz while she laid on the bed. He knew how much that baby meant to her, he didn't want her to deal with the pain of losing it, it was apart of Dean and if they couldn't save him and he went to Hell, it'd be the one thing left of him.
Dean just stomped his foot, putting his hand up to his mouth and looking back down at Liz. Gabrielle frowned, seeing her sister. Dean knelled down, putting his hand on Liz's that rested back on her wound, "Lizzie, hey, you're gonna be fine. We're gonna get you out of this, I'm not letting you or the baby die on me. You here?" He assured her, before leaning in and kissing her forehead, a single tear rolled down his face once doing so. He then lifted his head back up, Liz's eyes looked into his, sad and full of worry, he gave her a reassuring smile.
"Dean, let me see your wound." Sam spoke up, going over towards the sink and pulling out two paper towels, crumbling them up separately and wetted both. He handed the one to Gabrielle, nodding his head in motion over towards Liz and Gabrielle nodded walking over to her sister, that was before the lights went out. Gabrielle, Sam, and Dean all stood up, hearing the lights go. A few lights came on from the generator.
"That can't be good." Dean spoke up.
"You think?" Gabrielle replied, in her head she was planning on how to kill Bela for putting them into this situation if she got out alive.
"This is great." Sam commented, before shaking his head and turning to Dean, "Here, let me see that wound." Dean rolled his eyes, lifting his jacket to show where the bloodstain was at and Sam put the towel on it, putting pressure to try and stop any of the bleeding. Gabrielle turned and knelled down to attend to Liz's wound, she wouldn't expect her sister to be able to walk until she was healed.
"Liz, are you feeling anything else other than the wound?" Gabrielle asked, as she put the wet paper towel on the wound, which had Liz wince.
"Gabby, I don't know, I'm just in pain at the moment. That's what I feel. I have no intention to know where it's all at." Liz answered back in a snap, wincing once again as Gabrielle put pressure on the wound.
Dean grunted as Sam put pressure on the wound, "All right, don't be such a wuss."
They heard some footsteps, before Henriksen walked up towards their cell, "What's the plan? Kill everyone in the station, bust you two out?"
Sam and Dean turned around to Henriksen, "What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked, lifting his hand up towards his wound.
"I'm talking about your psycho friends. I'm talking about the blood bath."
"Okay, I promise you whoever's out there is not here to help us." Dean replied, shaking his head.
"Look, you got to believe us. Everyone here is in terrible danger." Sam spoke up, adding along and trying to get Henriksen to believe them.
"You think?" Henriksen replied, obviously not listening to a word either of them were saying and calling bull.
"Why don't you let us out of here so we can save your asses?" Dean asked, trying to get through Henriksen's thick skull.
"From what?" Henriksen asked, which he got no response, "You gonna say demons?" He said, as he pulled out his gun pointing it towards the ceiling, "Don't you dare say demons. Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me." He replied, before turning and leaving the four in their cells.
"Dick." Gabrielle muttered, before looking back down and attending to Liz's wound.
Dean chuckled hearing Gabrielle from behind him, "Got that right, Elle."
Sam sighed, turning back to Dean, "How's the shoulder?" He asked, although he knew that Dean's wound wasn't as bad as Liz's.
Dean took the ball of paper towel off of his wound, looking at the bloodstain, "It's awesome." He replied, tossing the ball of paper towel away, "I'll live, though." He turned around to look at Liz, "We should worry more on Lizzie, here."
Sam turned to look down at Liz on the bed, sighing and frowning once seeing her the way she was, "Dean, turn around." He spoke, checking on the exit bullet wound from Dean's back.
Dean winced as Sam touched it, he then looked up to see from out of the cell that Nancy was peeking around the corner at them, "Hey." Dean spoke up, grabbing Sam's attention from the wound to look over at Nancy.
Sam looked over to see Nancy peeking from the corner, "Hey." He spoke towards her, in a soft voice, trying to show he meant no harm to her, "Hey, uh, please, please, we need your help. It's...it's Nancy, Nancy, right?" He asked, watching as Nancy backed away a little, scared of them because of whatever Henriksen had told her about them, "Nancy, my brother he's been shot." He informed her, pointing at Dean, "And so has Liz here," He said, turning around pointing at Liz on the bed who just looked up and gave Nancy a wave and smirk before groaning and putting her head back down, "They're both bleeding really bad. You think maybe you could get us some towels? Just two clean towels?" Nancy looked over at Sam, unsure on what to do, "Look, look at us. We're not the bad guys. I swear." He tried to assure her, trying his best puppy dog eyes, thinking they'd work, although, Nancy turned around and left.
Dean groaned, "Nice try." He commented, Sam just sighed, before looking back over to see that Nancy had now came back with two clean towels.
Sam gave her a thanking smile, "Thank you." He said, walking up to the bars as Nancy slowly walked over, "It's okay." Sam assured her with a smile, Nancy smiled back at him and handed the towels to him through the bars before Sam took her arm, dragging her over close, trying to take her rosary off of her wrist, causing her to scream out thinking he was gonna hurt her, which caused the deputy, Phil, to run in with his rifle in his hands.
"Let her go! Let her go!" Phil ordered, pointing his rifle at Sam, who backed away with the white towels in his hands. He turned towards Nancy, "You okay, Nance?" He asked her, Nancy slightly nodded scared as she backed away, then Phil turned back towards Nancy, "Try something again, get shot. And not in the arm."
Sam held up his hands, "Okay." He replied, before the two turned around and left.
"Gez, Sam, give the girl a heart attack why don't you?!" Liz yelled at him from the bed, Sam rolled his eyes at her.
"What the hell was that for?" Dean asked, hitting Sam in the back, Sam then held up the rosary, turning around and showing it to them.
Gabrielle pushed her lips out and nodded, "Nice."
xxxxxx
Sam sighed, his arms were crossed and he shook his head. Gabrielle stood next to him, looking back over at Dean and Liz, Dean was now on the bed with his back against the wall as Liz laid down against him. Liz couldn't even walk, they tried getting her up but the wound made it difficult on her, "We're like sitting ducks." Sam spoke up through the silence.
Gabrielle turned from looking back at Dean and Liz to look at Sam, "Ain't that the truth. Too bad Henriksen has a thick skull and won't believe a hell of a word were trying to tell him."
"How many do you figure are out there?"
Gabrielle shrugged, "Who knows?"
"However many they are, they could be possessing anyone. Anyone could just walk right in." Sam turned around, Gabrielle did so as well to look at Dean and Liz on the bed, "Liz, how you holding up there?"
Liz, who had her eyes closed as she laid her head back against Dean's chest opened them and looked over at Sam giving him her best smile, even though he knew it was fake, "I'll be okay...I think." She replied, her voice a little gravelly, she coughed and Dean looked up at Sam and Gabrielle with worried eyes.
Sam sighed, "Here, let me see your wound." He said, walking over towards her and taking her hand which held the bloody white towel off of the wound to check it out. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either from the spot it was at and she was still losing blood. His eyes moved from the wound to her stomach, since her shirt was lifted he could see the bump now since of Liz's skinny figure it showed more, although she had been hiding it from her clothes.
"I can feel him, moving in there. He's still okay." Sam looked up at her and Liz gave Sam a smile, knowing he was looking at her bump and thinking about the baby.
"You can feel him?" Dean asked, he knew she was at least three months along now, she hadn't told him she could feel the baby moving around.
Liz nodded, "Mhm." She replied, with a smile, "It feels like he's swimming around. He's still fighting. I've been feeling him move in there for a while now. Although, with Robby I didn't feel him until I was a at least eighteen weeks. I'm only about fourteen, but I can feel him."
Dean smiled, letting out a chuckle knowing that the baby was actually still surprisingly alive. He leaned down and gave Liz a kiss a cheek, which had her smile. Sam and Gabrielle smiled as well, knowing the baby was okay and Liz could still feel it, "That's great. Really, that's great!" Dean said, letting out a laugh because just hearing that Liz could still feel their baby made him feel better about the whole situation, "I told you my kid ain't going down without a fight."
Sam smiled, seeing Dean's mood lighten up with just hearing that about the baby. He heard a door open and footsteps, Dean went silent hearing and looked up to see the sheriff, Melvin, walk up to their cell. Sam and Gabrielle both turned around to look at him, "It's time to go, you four." He said, taking out his keys to unlock the lock and open their cell. Dean helped Liz sit up and laid her back against the wall once getting up as Melvin opened their cell door.
Although, they noticed something weird about Melvin's behavior. The three backed away as he walked into the cell, "Uh… you know what? We're just comfy right here. But thank you." Dean said, moving over closer to the bed where Liz laid to protect her.
Sam looked over to see Henriksen walk up to the jail cell, "What do you think you're doing?" He asked after warning Melvin about the four and he was going to let them out?
"We're not just gonna sit around here and wait to die. We're gonna make a run for it." Melvin replied, Gabrielle and Sam walked back away more though, Dean although stayed by the bedside to protect Liz, she couldn't get up and run to protect herself so he had to protect her.
"It's safer here."
"There's a SWAT facility in boulder."
Henriksen walked into the cell, closer towards Melvin, "We're not going anywhere."
"The hell we're not." Melvin retorted, turning around, but before he knew it Henriksen held his arm up, pointing his gun at Melvin's head and pulled the trigger, instantly killing Melvin. Sam and Dean ran over to Henriksen to grapple with him, Gabrielle ran over to Liz's side to protect her sister now while Sam and Dean took Henriksen over to the toilet and pushed his head in the water where Sam put the rosary and Sam began to chanting Latin to exercise the demon..
From the sudden commotion, Phil ran into the cell area with his rifle held up and he ran up towards the cell, but Dean stood up and pointed Henriksen's gun at him, "Stay back!" He ordered, while Sam held Henriksen down and continued to exercise. Henriksen lifted his head up, his face was now burning and his eyes were coal black. He yelled out in agony while Sam continued to exercise. Nancy now came out from the corner, hearing everything going on. Dean turned around to Sam, "Hurry up!"
Sam pushed Henriksen's head back into the water, but then Henriksen lifted his head up, "It's too late. I already called them. They're already coming." The demon inside of him spoke out, Gabrielle and Liz looked at each other in worry hearing what the demon had said, then turned back to watch as Sam finished the exorcism and Henriksen screamed in cold blood as black smoke poured out from his mouth and up into the air vent ceiling, then Henriksen fell to the floor in a thump.
"Is he… is he dead?" Nancy asked, after watching the whole scene unfold in front of her and seeing Henriksen's body lay there on the floor. Although, Henriksen regained conscious and coughed a little.
Sam laid his back against the bars, "Henriksen! Hey. Is that you in there?" He asked, as Henriksen stood up and looked around.
"I… I shot the sheriff." Henriksen stuttered, as he tried to get through his mind what he had just been through.
"But you didn't shoot the deputy." Dean and Liz spoke in unison, Dean looked over at her and they smiled at each other. Sam and Gabrielle just rolled their eyes at the two for their reference and saying it at the same time.
"Five minutes ago, I was fine, and then..." Henriksen said, as he trailed off trying to remember exactly what happened and if it actually did and he wasn't going crazy.
"Let me guess. Some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat?" Dean asked, as Henriksen looked up over at him.
"You were possessed." Sam informed Henriksen, who looked over at him.
"Possessed like… possessed." Henriksen asked, not knowing what to really believe anymore. It did just happen to him, but he was to believe that that stuff didn't exist. Right?
"It happens, live with it." Liz spoke up, Henriksen turned to her and she gave him a cocky smile.
"That's what it feels like. Now you know." Sam commented.
"I owe you the biggest I told you so ever." Dean said, as he handed Henriksen back over his gun.
Henriksen took back his gun, then turned over to Phil, "Officer Amici, keys." He asked, as he walked over and Phil took out the keys and handed them over to Henriksen, who then went and unlocked the chains that held together Sam and Dean, then did the same to Gabrielle and Liz. Gabrielle helped her sister stand up, Liz leaned against her for support and she limped over towards Dean who took her arm and wrapped it around his shoulders so she could lean on him as well for support, "All right, so how do we survive?"
xxxxxx
After going into the supplies, Sam and Gabrielle used spray paint to paint devil traps at the exit on the floor while Dean and Liz looked at the floor plans of the police station where two devil trap's were drawn at the two exits. Liz sat on the table, Nancy had helped her take care of her wound, she had though taken off her shirt she was wearing and was wearing her white tank, although, you could see a clear as day bloodstain instead from what was shown on her black shirt. Nancy was now was taking care of Dean's shoulder wound since he insisted that Liz got help first before him. Phil and Henriksen came over to them, preparing the guns and Dean looked over at them, "Well, that's nice. It's not gonna do much good." Dean spoke up, he hadn't told them yet about how they needed salt rounds.
Phil looked over at him, after putting the guns on the other desk, "We got an arsenal here."
"You don't poke a bear with BB gun. That's just gonna make them mad." Dean replied, Liz smiled and half laughed.
"What do we need?" Henriksen asked him, seeing that now their guns were useless.
"Salt." Liz answered, "And lots and lots of it." She said, as she crossed her arms
"Salt?" Phil asked, not actually wanting to believe that Liz was serious.
"Yes. Salt. You need to clean your ears out there, or what?" Liz replied to him, Dean chuckled at her.
"There's a road salt in the storeroom." Nancy spoke up, informing them.
Dean looked over at her, "Perfect." He said, looking over at Phil and Henriksen, "Perfect. We need salt at every window and every door." He ordered the two, who turned and left to go get the salt.
Liz sighed, leaning back on the desk, "Gotta love demons."
Dean huffed, then looked back at Nancy, "How you holdin' up, Nancy?" He asked, Liz lifted her head up to look at Nancy.
"Okay." Nancy replied, giving a smile, before pausing, then she shook her head and continued, "When I was little, I would come home from the church and start to talk about the devil. My parents would tell me to stop being so literal. I guess I showed them, huh?" She asked, taking some of the tape and taping Dean's bandage, Liz gave Nancy a half smile, "That should hold."
"Thank you." Dean said, once Nancy got finished with bandaging his wound, Phil soon walking in with the bags of salt and Dean stood up from the desk, "Hey, where's my car?" He asked Phil, who turned to look at him.
"Both of your cars are in the impound lot out back." Phil answered, as he turned to go grab some more bags of salt.
"Okay." Dean replied, as he walked over to Liz and rubbed her shoulder giving her a kiss.
Phil stopped, turning back at Dean, "Wait." He said, as Dean looked up and over at him, "You're not going out there?"
"Yeah, I got to get something out of my trunk."
"Dean." Dean looked over to Liz, who looked him in the eyes with worry, "Be safe." Dean nodded, then leaned in and kissed her.
"I will." He assured her as he pulled away.
Liz gave him a smile, then watched him turned around and leave. She sighed, "So..." She trailed off, grabbing Nancy's attention, "You got any chips or something?" She asked, giving Nancy a smile that had Nancy slightly laugh, but then she looked back at Liz who was giving her now a serious stare showing she didn't mean that as a joke, "Seriously, I'm hungry. This baby ain't gonna feed himself."
"Um..." Nancy said, as she looked around, then she spotted a box of left over donuts that some cops didn't finish from earlier, "We-we got some donuts left over." She said, walking over to one of the desk and grabbing the box of donuts then turning back to Liz to show her. Liz smiled, practically gleaming with light seeing the box of donuts.
xxxxxx
Dean walked out of the police station, on alert and looking around for anything as he walked towards the impound lot and unlocked the gate, going over to the Impala and opening the trunk, taking a quick look around at everything before looking back into the trunk and grabbing a bag and then loading weapons into it, along with flasks of holy water and other things. He could hear something off in the distance, but he couldn't make out as to what, packed a few more things into the duffel until then he heard some flickering from the lamp post. He went back to the trunk, getting the last few things he needed, until he heard a gust of wind and turned around to see clouds of black smoke coming right for him.
He shut the Impala's trunk quickly, holding a rifle in his hand, the duffel hanging on his shoulder as he ran back into the police station, the black smoke following him. He was quick to open the door and run into the police station, shutting it before any of the black smoke could follow him in, "They're coming!" He yelled, which had everyone startle and try to finish up making the salt lines, Sam and Gabrielle finishing their devil trap before they all ran back to the main office area, Liz was still sitting on the desk eating some donuts since she really couldn't go anywhere else because the wound affected her walking, she put the box of donuts to her side and along with everyone watched as the windows become covered in black smoke engulfing the building as it tried to get inside and the lights around them flickered making it darker and then in a matter of seconds the lights flickered back on and the smoke went away.
Sam looked around at everyone, "Everybody okay?"
"Define okay." Henriksen asked him, a little shaken up after what he just witnessed.
"Alright, everybody needs to put one of these on." Dean said, as he pulled out protection necklaces from the bag and handed them to Henriksen, Phil, and Nancy, "They'll keep you from being possessed."
"What about you guys?" Nancy asked, once she put on her protection necklace and saw that Dean didn't have one for him, Sam, Gabrielle, or Liz.
The four turned to look at each other, Sam and Dean pulled down their shirts to show the anti-possession symbols tattooed on their chest, Gabrielle lifted her shirt up to show on her hip her tattoo and then Liz leaned back, "Yeah, I don't think you guys would like to see where mine is at." She said, Dean slightly grinned and then Gabrielle rolled her eyes at her sister as they covered their tattoos back up.
"Smart. How long you had those?" Henriksen asked them, probably thinking of getting himself a tattoo after he got out of there..if he got out of there alive.
"Not long enough." Sam answered, looking over towards the window wondering where the black smoke had gone.
xxxxxx
Later, Dean, Liz, and Henriksen were in the main office. Dean and Liz sat on the couch loading their shotguns, "Shotgun shells full of salt?" Henriksen asked them, which had them look up.
"Whatever works." Dean replied, setting one of the guns to the side and then picking up another one and loading it.
"Fighting off monsters with condiments." Henriksen replied, as he took off his tie, "So turns out demons are real." He said, as he picked up his rifle and loaded it with salt shells.
"And so are ghosts, werewolves, vampires, changelings, ghouls...anything movies have given you nightmares about, yeah, real." Liz spoke up, informing him, but in her little sarcastic attitude.
"Okay then." Henriksen replied, once he finished loading his rifle. Liz gave him a cocky smile over and then loaded her shotgun.
"If it makes you feel better, Bigfoot's a hoax." Dean spoke, giving Henriksen over a smile, Liz half laughed.
Henriksen looked over to Dean and Liz, "It doesn't." Dean smiled and then went back to filling his shotgun up with the salt shells, "So, how many demons?"
"Total? No clue. A lot."
"Which, is just about a enough to probably kill us all." Liz added, she was kind of having fun with this if she didn't have her wound.
Henriksen looked back over at her, "You're not helping." Liz smiled at him, Dean chuckled, he had to admit that even though she got a little annoying when she brought out her sarcastic side, she was funny, "You know what my job is?"
Dean cocked the shotgun, then stood up and walked over to Henriksen, "You mean besides locking up the good guys?" He asked, Liz kicking her legs up onto the couch now that Dean had moved and laid back, "I have no idea."
"My job is boring, it's frustrating. You work three years for one break, and then maybe you can save few people. Maybe. That's the payoff. I've been busting my ass for fifteen years to nail a handful of guys and all this while, there's something in the corner so big. So yeah… sign me up for that big, frosty mug of wasting my damn life." Liz looked over, listening into the two.
"You didn't know."
"Now I do." Henriksen replied, before pausing and turning to Dean, "What's out there? Can you guys beat it? Can you win?"
"Honestly, I think the world's gonna end bloody. But it doesn't mean we shouldn't fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin'." Liz sighed, hearing Dean's reply and crossed her arms over her.
Henriksen looked over at Liz, Dean noticed him look over and he turned to look at her and then looked back at Henriksen, "So, are you gonna teach your kid all of this too?" He asked, Liz looked up and over at them.
Dean sighed, walking back to the couch where Liz laid and then sat on the arm by Liz's feet, looking over at her, "This really isn't something you'd want to bring kids up in. Was hoping I'd never have to worry about this, but, hey, guess things happen."
Dean looked over at Liz, she gave him a smile and he patted her feet. Henriksen nodded, understanding, "I already have a son I have to worry about bringing into the life, I never wanted to bring my kids into this, ever." Liz said, as she sat up against the couch now. Wincing slightly at the wound once she sat up again, "We've been through it, we know how hard it can be on a kid."
Henriksen gave them over a warm smile, "I wish you two the best of luck then."
Dean and Liz smiled back over at him, "Thanks." Dean replied, looking over at Liz and she smiled at him.
"And Elizabeth," Liz turned back to look at Henriksen, wondering what he had to say, "I'm sorry about earlier, about bringing up your husband. It was really a demon after all, wasn't it?" Liz wrapped her arms around her stomach, the subject hit her hard, all she did was nod, but didn't speak. They suddenly heard a crash and they looked around, before Dean ran over to Liz and helped her up, letting her lean against him as she limped and followed him to where the crash was.
Liz huffed seeing Ruby standing there and seeing that she had gotten through because someone had broken the salt line, "Ruby."
Ruby looked over, giving Liz a grin, "Hey, Liz."
Henriksen held up his rifle, pointing it at Ruby as she breathed heavy, "How do we kill her?"
"We don't." Sam said, as he lowered Henriksen's rifle and walked up.
Henriksen looked over at him, first he just heard that they had to kill everyone of those demons out there and now Sam was telling him that they couldn't kill this one? He didn't understand, "She's a demon."
"She's here to help us."
Dean sighed in exasperation, watching as Sam walked over to Ruby, "Are you gonna let me out?" She asked him, looking down at the devil's trap that held her. Sam knelled down, pulling a knife from his pocket and scrapping the paint, breaking the devil's trap and letting Ruby walk free, "And they say chivalry's dead." She said, as Sam stood back up, then she scratched her head, "Does anyone have a breath mint? Some guts splattered in my mouth while I was killing my way in here." She said, as she walked past everyone and into the main office. They all watched her and then sighed, following her back into the office.
