Chapter 6

Fornell took a cautious step towards Sacks. He was slumped over in the chair now, his chin resting on his chest. Tobias could not tell if his agent was still alive or not.

"He's alive, Tobias." Dean reassured him as he removed the ropes that bound sacks to the chair.

Tobias looked again. "Really?" He studied his agent, looking for any movement. "how can you tell?"

"He's breathing." Sam stated. He started cleaning up the salt and paint from the floor.

Fornell heard it as he got closer. It sounded faint and labored. Tobias bent down in front of him. He made a face and then stood up again.

"What the…what the hell you guy? I didn't see you touch him. How the hell did that happen?" Tobias asked, shaken by what he was looking at. Sack's face was bloody. His clothes were torn. Sacks even looked like he had a black eye.

"We told you, Toby." Dean replied. "They don't like to let go."

Tobias shook his head. "What do I tell him…about all this?"

"He had a bad dream?" Sam offered

"Tell him he had a hellish nightmare." Dean told the agent as he helped his brother clean up the room. The elder Winchester grumbled. "It would be nice if those demonic bastards wouldn't rearrange the furniture every time they left a human body! Douche Bags! And we end up having to leave money to repair the room!" The demon had overturned the chairs to the kitchenette, broke both table lamps beside the beds. It had even torn down the curtains on the main windows. Its last action was to blow opened the cabinet doors, knocking dishes out and breaking a few of them, before it finally escaped through the vent.

"So, what Sacks, uh, I mean the demon was saying…? What did he mean? Things were just getting started, more to come. They were coming in from everywhere. What did he mean about Crowley's plan?" Tobas was very confused, and it scared him.

"We already knew Crowley had an end game. That's not surprising." Dean said as he Sam and Tony finished getting the room back in order.

Tony stopped cleaning up for a moment. "Maybe exorcising this demon set a chain of events into motion."

"What events?" Sam asked. He had no idea what it could be. Crowley had his hands into so many things.

"He set us up. He found out about you and Fornell." Dean said to Tony.

Tony and Fornell just looked at the elder Winchester.

"Trust me, Crowley has his ways." Dean countered.

Tony nodded. Crowley gets you out of the way. He has you put into a federal prison. He's free to…."

"There are other hunters, right?" Fornell inquired. He wasn't sure. But, he thought, there had to be others out there who did what the Winchesters did.

"Yeah!" Sam replied as he finished picking p the last of the broken dishes. "But, they only deal with monsters. This heave, Hell stuff…way above their pay grade."

"They don't believe in God? Satan?" Toby asked.

"Sure, but not in the manner we've experienced them." Dean told him.

Tony shook his head. "I'm not exactly sure what that means. But, I would guess that guy, Crowley, had probably already gotten all the alphabet agencies out looking for you! You need to leave! Like, now!"

"We'll take care of Sacks…explain things away." Tobias agreed. HE didn't want to see the Winchesters put in prison either. "GO!" He urged.

"But…we don't know if…." Sam started.

"If we need you, we'll call." Tony reassured him.

"Yeah, we got this! Go! Get out of here!" Fornell urged again.

By the time Sacks was coming too, Sam and Dean were packed and heading out the door.

FBI Agent Ron Sacks groaned as he lifted his head off his chest. His head was killing him, and he felt like he had been hit and then ran over by a semi-truck.

"What the…?!" Sacks said, looking about the room. His face was sore and his mouth felt like it was full of cotton.

"…kicked your ass, Sacks." Tony said, thinking of something fast. "I warned you about NCIS jurisdiction."

"You're not getting away with this, DiNoteso!" Fornell caught on quickly and added just the right amount of anger and indignation. "I'm putting in a call to Gibbs! …and Vance!"

Tony retorted. "Good! They both will want to know what the FBI is doing working our case!"

Sacks shook his head. He didn't remember any case. Actually, he barely remembered leaving the office to get here. He was coming to himself a little more as the moments passed. "Where the rest of the team?" He asked Tony.

"I was running down other leads. I just happened to be the closest." Tony snapped. "Do you really want to get into a pissing match over this again, Slacks," Tony paused. "Considering what just happened to you?"

Sacks shook his head, again. He was still a little fuzzy on what happened over the last couple of hours of his life. He looked up at Tony and started to speak.

Fornell glared at his agent. "Don't!" He shook his head. "Tuck it back in, Boys! We don't have time for this. You," He said to Sacks. "need to get to the hospital and get checked out."

"I'll get you for this, DiNozzo!" Sack growled as he and Fornell worked to get him standing. He was wobbly at first. But, he was able to walk out.

"Keep, the dream alive, Slacks!" Tony called to Sacks as he and Fornell exited the motel room.

THE END