Dean was having some seriously funky dreams, and that was saying a lot due to the fact that he had faced some seriously weird things in his life. He dreamed of a man who went in and out of focus until he became a giant green beast that destroyed everything in its path. Buildings, cars, even people. The city around him, New York, was being crushed by it. A young girl, no older than twelve stood in the streets, frozen to the spot as the beast came towards her. Her red hair flew behind her, seeming almost like flames.

Dean tried to run towards her, yell, scream, anything to get her to move, but he too was frozen. Then she began to grow. Her flaming hair got shorter, and her features grew older. A gun appeared out of nowhere, and it's muzzle flashed. It was aimed at the beast, but it did nothing to slow it down. He tried calling out again, but it was pointless. He could do nothing as the thing grabbed her and crushed her.

When he woke up, he was in the restaurant. People chattered around him, enjoying the sunny day.

"Morning sunshine," Sam laughed at him.

"Wha-? How long was I out?" Dean asked, shaking his head, trying to wake himself up.

"Only an hour sleeping beauty," Charlie teased, " oh, and just to let you know, Sam still hasn't convinced me that the attackers in New York were demons."

And on went Charlie again, but Dean couldn't focus on her. The women in his dream had seemed familiar. Where he has seen her, he just could put a finger on it.

"Would you like a refill on your coffee?"

Nodding his head and rubbing his eyes, Dean simply said, "Yes."

"Of course Dean, I'll be right back with your refill," Dean snapped his head up when she said his name. All he saw was short, curly, red, hair turning the corner and leaving the restaurant.

Shoving Sam out of the booth, and ignoring his shouts of protest, Dean raced after the women. Her yellow waiter dress had changed into a black skin tight suit, and high heels.

"Hey!" Dean yelled after the waiter, "Wait!"

Dean charged after her, attemping to catch up. She had been in his dream, showed up in the restaurant, and managed to changed into something completely different in under a minute. She could be anyone, and he had to know.

He grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to face him. What he saw made him instantly let go of her. The women was now a man. He was dressed in some sort of costume, like a giant American Flag.

He looked at Dean with pity in his eyes, "We are also very sorry we had to do this, it is for safety measures."

Four gun shots sounded, and the world shattered like glass around him.

Dean was in a sickeningly, bright, white room. His eyes could hardly stay open without wanting to close again. It gave him a chance to think, but he needed to find where his family was.

He remembered the people with the guns, they weren't demons or angels, they would have just plain out killed them, and it wasn't normal police work. He had no idea who wanted them and why.

He forced his eyes open again and looked around the room. Beside him was Kevin, fast asleep, and beside Kevin was Sam. Flipping his head over to the other direction was exceedingly painful, but he had to find Charlie. She wasn't on the other side of him either.

That's when the panic began to really set in. They had been kidnapped, and his friend was MIA. She could easily have been transported to Timbuktu. He looked around the room again, his neck becoming a little less stiff, searching for an exit of some kind. In fact he saw two, sort of. One was a heavy metal door and the other was a one way glass.

Dean began the painful process of sitting up. While doing so, he sent a silent prayer to Cas, asking him to find them. He moved his way from the bed, and headed to the door. It was a slow and painful process, and he knew even before he got there that it would be a wasted effort trying to open it. Of course his prediction was right. He banged on it anyway and yelled for Charlie, but nothing happened.

Next he tried the glass. At this point he just wanted to fall asleep again, none the less, he banged on the glass and yelled.

"Where's Charlie, where is she!"

Nothing happened. Either there was no one behind the glass, or they were choosing to ignore him.

With no more options left, he attempted to wake Sam and Kevin. They were both in a deep sleep, not waking to anything. At this point, Dean was about to fall asleep again. he couldn't help it. The drugs, or whatever they made him take was wearing him out. Closing his eyes he nearly fell asleep in a standing position, but the loud bang of the door opening jerked him back to reality.

A man pushed in a wheelchair, a high class one at that.

"Hello Dean, my name is Agent Barton, and I am here to assist you back to my boss. If you cooperate, you'll find all your friends in a safe position, ok? Trust me on this, sitting down will make you feel batter anyways." Barton told Dean, trying to forget how he knew that.

Dean wanted to tun out the door that was hanging wide open behind the agent, but he knew he was too weak to. He looked at the man with the wheelchair. He would take him down if he tried to run.

He looked at Sam and Kevin lying helpless in their beds. If he didn't cooperate, it would be easy for this guy to kill them. Even so, to cooperate with this man would be like surrendering, and he wasn't going to do that.

Agent Barton seemed to be getting impatient after a minute of him not moving or saying anything. After another few seconds, Agent Barton walked forward, grabbed his, pulled him to the wheelchair and forced him to sit down in it. He then proceeded to handcuff both his wrists to the arm rests.

"I hope you realize that if you had just sat down in the chair, we wouldn't have had to handcuff you, right?" Agent Barton stated. "Now I'm going to give you a shot of adrenalin to get you going, so you can actually function, ok? Ok."

From his jacket pocket, the agent pulled a needle, and a small bottle of liquid. He pulled the plastic off from the needle, and filled the syringe with liquid. Dean watched as he inserted it into his arm and pull it out. He still hadn't said a word.

The two of them had been wandering the hallways for what felt like forever. The only good news was he was actual able to focus after the shot the agent had given him. Now he only had two thoughts on his mind, how the heck does a tranquilizer knock out an angel, and how the heck were they going to get out out of here.

There was easily a couple hundred 'agents' in the hallways they had walked down alone. If they were to escape they would need an angel with grace, and the only one they had was out of the match. They were screwed.

Agent Barton turned the wheelchair around the corner and stopped it in front of a large set of oak doors.

"Well, we're here," Agent Barton said, looking down both sides of the hallway, then whispered in Deans ear, "Tread lightly, Fury can be a little, unpleasant."

Then he opened the doors, and pushed him in. Inside was a simple office, filled with several shelves, a desk, and three chairs. Behind the desk in one of the chairs was what Agent Barton must have been referring to when he said Fury.

"Dean Winchester." the man stated from behind the desk. He looked up from his files on top his desk, his one good eye studying him, "Barton, leave."

Looking at Fury in confusion, Clint simply nodded and left, closing the doors behind him.

After a few seconds Fury opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a file. "You know what? You Winchesters always seem to be creating problems. You've murdered over two hundred civilians between you two and your father. Either being a psychopath is passed down from generation to generation, or being a psychopath is taught. It doesn't matter now that your in SHIELD custody."

Things began to click in Deans mind. Three things in fact. The first thing was, these people did not mess around. They knew about even his fathers killing habits. Two, Agent Barton had been right, this man was beginning to freak him out a bit. He had a glitter in his eye that was really unnatural. And three, this man was a demon. Small piles of sulfur littered the room, and an unpleasant smell filled the room.

"You're lucky that you're the first one up. I would have hated to tell your lovely friend Charlie that you were going to stay here for a long while. Don't worry, you will all be taken care of."

"By taken care of, you mean kill right?" Dean asked, speaking for the first time since he was unable to find Charlie.

Tsking, Fury's eyes turned black, "I see you figured it out. But I wouldn't sweat it, you still have time to say your goodbyes. Abaddon wants to execute you personally after your beheading her stunt. Happily for me though, I get to find out where Crowley is, whether you are willing to tell or not."

Cracking his knuckles, the demon walked towards him, "You know, it was Crowley who put me here in the first place, told me to let this meat suit be in control, not to make myself known. He wanted me to watch from a far. Then Abaddon came along and told me if I switched sides, she would let me be in complete control of this meat suit. I gladly accepted. Now tell me where Crowley is!"

That's when he threw his first punch. The ring on the demons finger cut into his flesh. The demon threw punch after punch at Dean, his ring repeatedly tearing into his skin. There was nothing Dean could do to stop it. His handcuffed hands couldn't deflect the blows, all his weapons were gone. The demon kept yelling something, but his ears were ringing to loudly to hear him.

He had never really believed in miracles until a bright red light filled the room, and a far of sound of sirens. The demon stopped his punching and looked up at the door.

"Stay here," he whispered, knowing Dean couldn't move anyways.

Fury left the room, leaving Dean sitting there, half conscious. The world was spinning around him, the siren noise was fading, and slowly he slipped unconscious from the pain.

Hawkeye had seen everything, well close enough to everything. It had all started when Dean had awoken.

Clint had gone to tell Fury about Dean waking up, but had seen something odd on the hallway wall. A smear of blood. It was expected to see some scrapes of blood on walls, but this was fresh, as in still wet fresh.

Clint had followed the blood, what was left of it (it had been well cleaned up) till he came across office doors. Nick Fury's office doors. He had known something was up then and there for two reasons. One, if Fury was hurt, why would he go back to his office when there was a first aid station less than fifty feet away from where the first blood was found. Secondly, Nick Fury never got hurt. People feared him so much that most peopled cowered in fear of him.

So, Hawkeye did what he was famous for, he went to the vents. Hoisting himself up inside the nearest vent, he crawled his way to the small opening that went into the Fury's office. What he saw completely disturbed him, and that took a lot.

Agent Dawson was lying on the floor, his jugular cut. Several other stab wounds covered the body. That wasn't even the disturbing part. Director Fury was beside the body, holding a goblet underneath Agent Dawson's bleeding neck.

Once it was full, Fury set the goblet down on his desk, and looked down at it. Clint was outraged and shocked. He didn't know what would posses Fury to do this. Clint waited till Fury moved or did something so he could sneak away, but he just kept staring at the cup.

Suddenly a voice came out of the goblet, a cruel nasty voice.

"Saymon!" the voice screeched from the goblet, " What is so important!"

"We have Clara Oswald, The Doctor's companion. He should be arriving soon," Fury replied.

"Good, I want his soul intact. What about the Winchester's and Crowley?"

"The Winchesters are in our hands now, Crowley is still out there." Fury/Saymon said sheepishly.

There was a moment of silence, then the angers voice yelled back, extreme anger in its voice, "I want Crowley!" it screamed, blood spilling over the edges.

"I know Abaddon, I'll get where Crowley is from the Winchesters if it's the last thing I do," Fury snarled, his eyes turning black.

That's when Clint left, and he left fast. He ran as far away as he could from that room. When he finally found someplace peaceful, he nearly threw up. It was like Loki's possession all over again. Fury wasn't in control of himself. He wasn't. He wasn't. Or was he?

Either way, the people they had taken in were in serious danger. Clara, Charlie, Sam, Kevin, and Dean. He needed to think of something to do, and fast.

Clint did two things he would regret. He called Fury, and did what he asked

"Dean's awake, sir. Should I bring him to you?" Clint asked as soon as the thing possessing Fury picked up.

"Yes," he simply said before hanging up.

Clint had to listen to Fury. By doing so he was creating time to get the others out of the base. Next he called Bruce while speed walking through the halls. He didn't pick up after the first, second, or third ring. All Clint could think about was how much time was running out.

"Hello?" a confused voice came out of the phone.

"Bruce, please listen carefully. I need you to go down to holding cell one and get the two girls out of the base." Clint started, but was interrupted.

"Hold on Clint, your asking me to take the people out of the holding cell, that we put there, and just leave?" Bruce asked, getting more confused by the second.

"Yes! If you have an extra hand like Nat, or Cap get the boys out of holding cell one."

"There was a freak lightning storm not far from here. It could be Thor." Bruce replied.

"If he comes, get him to help you get the prisoners out of here. Take my car and meet me at Glenwood Park. Stay in the parking lot and keep your head down, ok?"

"What's going on Clint?" Banner asked, not really sure what was going on.

"I'll explain everything later, just do it please!" and then Clint hung up. He stopped outside the door that led to holding cell one. He grabbed one of the wheelchairs from the closet next to it, as well as a shot of adrenaline and two sets of handcuffs.

Sighing, Clint walked inside. He didn't want to risk the life of this man, even if he was a murderer, that he still didn't know, he had already taken too many lives. He would come back and get him out if the base too, but for now, he had to go to Fury. One for many he thought before walking into the room, one for many.

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