"You know that it's a trap."

Dean didn't bother to look at his brother; he knew the incredulous look he wore. "Yes, Sam, I know that it's a trap." He continued driving down the gravel road towards the steel mill.

"And we're still going?" Sam threw up a hand, exasperated. "You said the knife won't work. Salt won't work. Holy water won't work; do we have anything to fight with?"

"We've got an angel." Dean grimaced, wringing the steering wheel anxiously. "I hope, at least." He muttered to himself, still not entirely sure that Castiel could be trusted.

The Impala came to a stop just outside the plant. Sam got out and opened the trunk, grabbing a sawed-off shotgun. "Well, hopefully some rock salt will at least get his attention."

Dean smirked, grabbing a second shotgun. "Yeah, just watch out for chains." His brother gave a small chuckle. "I'm serious, Sammy. This demon's not like any we've ever faced."

Sam's brow furrowed a bit. "How do you know?"

"Castiel warned me in a dream." Dean said hurriedly, fishing for an excuse. "I mean, how many demons get the God-Squad worried, right? Just be careful."

The door to the mill creaked open, even as carefully as the Winchesters were to preserve some stealth. They swept the shadows around them, no flashlights illuminating the dark recesses of the factory.

"Dean," a deep, menacing voice echoed around them, bouncing off every metal surface, "so good of you to join us."

Sam searched around frantically for the source of the voice, his shotgun moving quickly. Dean's grip tightened on his weapon, his mouth setting into a hard line.

"What fun we shall have breaking you." The demon stepped from the shadows, above them on a catwalk. Sam spun around, his lip twitching in surprise. He had expected the demon from the books and the movies, yet it was still a shock to see: Black leather and stripped flesh. Pins protruding from every angle of his scalp. He grinned at the Winchesters, his cold black eyes glistening.

"Will you enjoy your brother, Dean, as you enjoyed so many others? When his flesh tears, and his bones burn, will you laugh again?"

Sam looked quickly to his brother. "What's he talking about, Dean?"

The older Winchester turned and shot at the Hell Priest. Rock salt scattered off a forge as the demon's laughter echoed around them. "He's trying to get in our heads, Sammy. Don't listen to his crap." He glanced around frantically, hoping that Cass would show up before the Priest said any more.

He froze as slender hands crept over his shoulders, a woman's voice taunting flirtatiously. "Ah, Dean… How I've missed you."

The female demon leaned in close to Dean's face. Her bald head was covered in thin needles – not as pronounced as the Hell Priest's, but a similar pattern. Even still, the Winchesters recognized her.

"Bella. Can't say the same." He gave a hard swallow, glancing to Sam. "Figured you'd be in Crossroads, knowing how much you loved to screw people over for an extra buck."

"Oh, don't be so droll Dean." She whispered venomously. "You can't expect me to believe you didn't enjoy our little sessions. The souls we would rend and burn, and then after…" Her fingertips dug into his shoulders as her voice rose. "But now you are weak, broken, and we will tear you apart."

Sam's grip tightened on his shotgun, though he didn't have a clear shot. "Any time would be great." Dean said through clenched teeth.

"Much as I'd like to I can't!" Sam shouted.

"Not you." Castiel stood beside the demon woman, addressing Sam. "Me." The demon spun, surprised, and the angel pressed his palm to her forehead. Bella snarled and spun Dean around, using him to knock the angel away before quickly retreated into the shadows.

The Hell Priest frowned down at them. "Ah, the uninvited pigeon, here to peck around its dying flock."

Cass glared up at the demon, while Dean smirked in forced bravado. "Still a bigger flock than yours, Pinhead."

"A single soldier, in a legion of thousands."

Dean scoffed. "Only a thousand? Why don't you step up your advertising, make more movies? You know, I hear video games are all the rage with kids these days."

Sam gave a hard swallow. "Yeah, maybe don't piss him off? We practically know what he can do, and I like my skin right where it is." His brother shrugged in acknowledgement.

"Dean, Sam, leave." Thunder rumbled as Cass spread his wings, their shadow stretching out across the factory floor." I will handle this from here."

The demon smirked. "Such hubris. You know very well that you cannot smite me, Child of God. I am beyond you." With a flick of his wrist, chains shot from the shadows of the ceiling. They cut across Castiel's arm, light shining from the wound. "Behold your own essence; delight in it, bask in its warmth! You will see much more before we are through." The Winchesters raised their shotguns in unison and fired at the Priest, salt pelting his coat. He raised his other hand, chains lancing into the ground in front of the brother's feet. "You will wait your turn."

Castiel turned to them, his expression grim. "I said leave!"

Sam grabbed Dean by the shoulder, pulling his brother away as he backed towards the door. Chains crossed the entryway, held for a moment, and then fell to the ground.

Pinhead scowled. "Ply your tricks, little bird. Winchester will return to us."

The angel turned his attention back to the demon. "Not today, nor ever." He thrust a hand behind him, pushing the Winchesters out of the steel mill. They hit the dirt, sliding away from the building as the doors slammed shut behind them. Light erupted from every opening, and then all was silent.

Sam shot to his feet, running a hand through his hair. A stricken expression was on his face, before it twisted in confusion. "What the hell was that, Dean? He knew you!"

Dean sat up. "Yeah, Sam, they're demons."

"No, I mean they knew you, personally!"

"So what, Sam?" Dean shouted, climbing to his feet. "They're demons, we're Winchesters; I mean we're practically Hell celebrities! Not to mention, I was in Hell!"

"And Bella? What the hell was she doing with him? What the hell was she doing with you?"

Dean rolled his head in frustration. "I don't know! I mean, you might not care to remember, but she went to Hell too. I don't remember anything that happened."

"Don't do this, Dean," Sam accused, "they were talking to you like high school buddies."

Dean shrugged. "Yeah, right before Bella threatened to tear me apart. They're demons, Sam, they lie. Alright? And we know that Bella was a sleazy liar before she became Purina. They were just trying to get us worked up." He gestured to his brother. "Mission freakin' accomplished."

He hefted his shotgun in exasperation as he turned to the Impala, waving a hand forward. "C'mon, Castiel smoked him; let's blow this joint."

Sam shook his head in frustration, stalking to the passenger side and climbing in.