OK, so I realize it's been forever and a day since I updated this one. For that I apologize. More stories going, more things going on in life, and well, yknow. Anyhow, if anybody's still hanging around to read it, here it is. And there will be more fairly soon. :)

The ride was long enough for Dean to practice his silent stare.

Sam merely watched out the window, although after a while the thickness of the silence got to him, and he found himself trying to strike up a conversation with Hank and Nick.

"So, uh, you're detectives. Portland PD, right?" He asked.

"Yeah. Homicide detectives. This whole Grimm thing was pretty new to me once. Freaky, really freaky," Hank replied.

"I can imagine," Sam replied. "Although I wouldn't really know the shock of getting intorduced to the paranormal sort of stuff. I grew up in this sort of world with monsters and demons and—"

He broke off when Nick sighed. "Monsters, at least, per what I've always been told. I don't know that they're all your Wessen like your friends, but there's plenty of them, vampires, rugaru, Leviathan, so much stuff, you wouldn't believe it. There's no way that they're all otherwise normal humans. Not the ones we've met, anyways."

"Maybe you're not just making that up to rationalize it, then maybe, yeah," Nick nodded, "We'll talk after you show us this which—by the way, we're here now."

"Fair enough," Sam assented.

Nick pulled the car over to the side of the road, he and Hank getting out first.

Then hank went to the back door, which he opened slowly, on Sam's side first, saying "Out, nice and slow."

Sam nodded, complying. Dean grumbled as he got out, but made no move to escape, either.

"Alright, so," Nick said, coming to stand in front of them on the ditchbank where they were parked, "We're here. What now?"

"Now," Dean said, "You get out the spraypaint."

"Spraypaint?" Nick asked, his tone skeptical as he held the hoodoo box in front of himself.

"It's already in the box, moron. Keep some there ready just in case." Dean snapped, rolling his eyes.

"Oh. Alright then. No need to get snappish now. What do we do with it?" Hank asked.

"Well, it would be easier for me to do it, really," Sam spoke up, shrugging.

"Do what?"

"Draw a devil's trap," Dean muttered.

"OK, what do they look like?" Nick asked.

"It's a pentagram inside a circle. Make it about four five feet wide or so, and put it in front of where you bury the box."

"Alright easy enough," Nick said, opening the box to pull out the spraypaint. He shook it a few times before spraying the pentagram in the dirt of the road, looking up to the brothers for confirmation.

"Like this?"

"Yeah," Sam replied, "Now do the circle."

Nick nodded as he did so, stepping back to look at his work.

"Wait, they need a picture—" Sam said. "You need to put a picture of you in the box with it, OK? And then bury it."

Nick looked at Hank, and then shrugged, "Well, pictures—did we come out here for nothing, or—"

"Hey, does it matter if it has anything else on it? Coz we have photo ID," Hank asked.

"Nah, just put it in." Dean said, nodding as Nick got out his wallet to pull out his license, which he put in the box.

"Yeah, so now you bury the box a little bit back of there, OK?" Dean said. "But not farther than a foot or two. Just don't disturb the devil's trap and you should be OK. But close enough the demons appears in it when they come. That's the whole point, they have to be in it so they are trapped."

"OK," Nick nodded, grumbling absently as he bent over to make a hole in the graveled ground with his hands to put the box in. A few minutes later he had the box buried, asking, "Well, now what?"

"Any minute now," Sam answered, "Although…maybe we should get out of view—"

"How's this do?" Hank asked as he stepped beside Nick, motioning for the brothers to step behind them. They did so quickly, ducking behind the two.

Moments later, an attractive dark-haired woman in a low-cut snakeskin print dress appeared in the center of the crossroads.

"Hello, handsome, did you summon me?" she said sultrily, closing her eyes slowly then opening them to reveal their blood red glow.

"No," Nick replied, him and Hank stepping apart to reveal the two brothers who stood behind them.

"Ugh, you Winchesters!" The demon snapped.

Nick made a quiet "Oh," giving Hank a look.

The demon tried to step forwards, but stopped abruptly, glaring at the ground, which was spraypainted with what she now saw was a pentagram.

"Of course you made a trap," the demon growled, her expression smoldering with rage.

"Yep," Dean said. "Surprise, ya red-eyed bitch. It's us."

"No matter what, don't make any deals," Sam cautioned Nick and Hank, who murmured agreement quietly, all the while staring at the demon.

"What, no deals to make? But wouldn't one of you two other handsome gentlemen like something, hmm? Love? Fame, power? Just name it-"

"Shut up!" Dean shouted, nodding to Sam to begin.

"Regna terrae, cantate deo, psallite domino. Qui fertur super caelum caeli ad orientem, ecce dabit vocem suam, vocem virtutis…" He recited the exorcism flawlessly, Nick and Hank watching, dumbfounded, as the she-demon who stood in the center of the pentagram trap twitched, struggling to keep her mouth shut as an unseen force fought against her.

She yelped, as if in pain, her jaw ripping open, a look of terror in her eyes, which now flashed red.

"Whoah," Hank murmured, taking a startled step back as black smoke beginning to pour out her mouth.

She shrieked now as Sam finished the exorcism, smoke pouring out of her mouth in torrents, which whirled viciously into the sky before disappearing.

The woman collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Sam ran to her side, rolling her over from where she'd fallen with some difficulty despite the cuffs, so that she wasn't lying face-down.

She lay quietly for a moment on her side as he waited kneeling over her, before groaning, opening her eyes, which were now a normal, green-gray. "Oh god, what's happening to me?" she murmured.

"Hey, it's OK. You were, uh, in some trouble, but you're safe now." Sam assured her.

"Who are you? Are you anything to do with—oh, god—" she broke off, shaking her head as she tried to sit up. "That—that evil—oh my god. It was inside me—I—"

"Yeah. But it's gone now. We sent it back to Hell. And uh, we can show you a trick that can keep it from ever happening again." Dean stepped forward, smiling.

"But who are you? How did you know to stop it….?" Her words were feeble.

"We're hunters. We've dealt with this before," Sam explained cautiously.

"But…what exactly was it?"

"That," Dean proclaimed, looking pointedly at Nick and Hank, who were just standing by now, watching. "Was a demon."