Alright, I got tired of this fic and decided to end it quick. Sorry for the abrupt ending.

Chapter Last:

And everybody died.

The End.

Haha…just kidding. But honestly, there is some kind of an abrupt ending. Sorry.

Chapter Next

Dean was in a bad mood. That was too put it simply. Bobby's house had been overrun with demon-possessed transgenetics, which, he had quickly learned, were the worst kind of transgenetic. Tony had been dragged away, not even entering the newest Manticore compound from what he could tell. He hoped that the hacker was okay, because he would feel entirely guilty if his friend was harmed in any way, whether it was his fault or not.

Things had gone from bad to worse as soon as Dean had figured out that he and Max were meant to be the next 'demonfied' transgenetics. He glanced over from where they had him chained to the wall, gazing at Max, who wasn't exactly conscious at the time. He hoped she would wake up soon, because a conscious victim was harder to possess than an unconscious one.

She gave a little groan, and Dean quirked a small smile, although it was half-hearted at best.

"Now, now," Cindy grinned, her eyes the unnatural black of a demon. "If it isn't our friends." Dean mumbled something unintelligible, but most probably degrading, and she frowned. "Don't be like that. We're all going to be good friends again."

"I don't associate with demons," Dean spat.

Cindy rolled her eyes. "Yeah? Well you're going to be one." She nodded to someone behind the two tied transgenetics and there was a sudden darkness. However, Dean didn't feel himself becoming possessed, and he knew what that felt like. Glancing at Max, all he saw was confusion on her face as she shook her head and looked back at him.

Cindy looked shocked. "It's not working! Why isn't it working?!"

~*~

Abby, McGee, Bobby, Jo and Ellen had all left to patrol the city, hoping against hope that they wouldn't find anything. Or, rather, McGee was hoping, and Abby was excited at the prospect. Bobby, Jo and Ellen were convinced that if they ran into something out here, then they would be able to take it (or them) down and help Sam and the others at the newest compound.

Sam, Gibbs, Ducky and Ziva were slowly making their way towards the compound. They were convinced that White and Lydecker were working together and that one or both of them were currently possessed. They knew that they needed to get into the building quickly, but with the knowledge of vampires, they were taking the slow and steady pace instead.

Sam spotted one of the elusive coven and raised his salvaged crossbow, shooting a near-silent bolt into its neck. It wouldn't kill the vampire, but the creature was currently down for the count. Sam or one of the others could behead it later.

Movement near the vampire made Sam eye down the path of the crossbow again. He set it aside quickly, though, when he recognized who it was. "I found Tony," he whispered, his breath fogging in the cold air. Gibbs made to move forward, but Sam caught his arm. "If he's been turned…"

"You are not going to kill my agent," Gibbs snarled.

Sam blinked, shaking his head. "I wasn't going to suggest that," he said quickly. "But he'd need to get it under control. I know of a coven that only feeds from animals. We've sent others to them before."

Gibbs glanced over towards his agent again, before turning back to Sam. "We don't know that he's been changed yet."

Sam sighed and nodded and the small team made their way towards Tony, nearly pausing in shock. He was chained to a pole, hands above his head, and not even conscious. He was only half-dressed in the freezing weather, and covered in a liberal amount of blood. Gibbs placed a hand against Tony's cheek, glancing at Sam. "Do vampires run fevers?"

"No," Sam said with a small sigh of relief, picking the locks. Tony hadn't been turned, but that didn't mean he would survive the night. Gibbs caught the agent before he could hit the ground, wrapping his outer coat around the shivering man. Tony was sick, very sick, and that worried Gibbs. With his already frail immune system, being out in the cold and injured could quite easily kill him.

He handed Tony over to Ducky to fuss over, and turned to Sam with an angry look in his eyes. "Let's get these bastards."

Sam gave a short nod and turned back to the compound. There was a lot of yelling going on there. "Follow me." They left Ducky behind with a crossbow and a shotgun, secure in the knowledge that he could actually shoot quite well. Tony wasn't going to be any help, and they weren't expecting him to even be up and about for some time. The only thing they could do now was move forward.

"How are we going to get rid of these demons?" Ziva asked softly, aiming a gun in front of her. Worse comes to worst and she could shoot the possessed transgenetics to stun them for a moment.

Sam glanced around them as they neared the compound, taking down another vampire. "Exorcise them. Hopefully."

"That is reassuring," Ziva murmured sarcastically. Sam ignored her in favor of peeking through the compound window in time to see Dean get backhanded across the face. He winced; that was just like Dean. Taunt and get beat up for it.

There was nothing to do but charge in, guns blazing. Sam was already chanting upon entering the room, but the demons automatically turned on him. He was thrown back into the wall, gasping and interrupting the chant. Dean called his name and he shook his head to clear away some of the stars.

Upon looking up he bit back a curse. They were completely surrounded. Outnumbered and nowhere to go. Cindy laughed. "Oh look, we've caught some more…" She turned to Dean. "How do you like leading your baby brother into your mess? Think you can handle seeing him die? Again?"

Dean's face crumpled in twisted pain and Sam straightened, his face tightening in anger. "That's enough," he said, and all the demons turned towards him, grinning. "The only ones dying tonight are you."

"Oh?" Cindy asked, tapping her fingers against Max's shoulder. "You kill us and your little angel friends aren't going to be very pleased." She smiled a sinister smile and Max suddenly flew back, pinned to the wall, the chair she had been tied to shattering on impact.

Gibbs and Ziva kept their guns trained, but didn't fire, knowing it would be practically worthless. Instead, they watched as Sam raised one hand, his green eyes flashing with fury. "Forget the angels," he whispered.

One of the demons laughed and slammed a fist into Dean's gut, the older Winchester curling around himself as he gasped for air. Sam snapped then, giving a wordless yell as white light flashed about them. The demons all screamed, pain and agony being ripped from their hosts' mouths.

And then they were gone.

Destroyed. Just like that.

Sam slumped slightly, looking as confused as his older brother. "Sammy?" Dean whispered. "How'd you do that? It looked different."

"I…don't know," Sam murmured, watching as Ziva ran to untie him and Gibbs helped Max to her feet.

"Doesn't matter," a deep voice intoned. Uriel walked from a corner, Castiel following. "You broke the rules, Sam Winchester. Now you must pay the price." Uriel looked entirely too pleased by this prospect, but Castiel looked more panicked than anything.

"Leave him alone, you sonavabitch!" Dean yelled, about to rush the angel, only to be pulled back by Gibbs. Taking on an angel unarmed, whether or not you were a transgenetic, was never a good idea. Gibbs didn't have to be experienced in this line of work to know that.

"Uriel," Castiel said softly. "You can't do this. None of this was—" He was cut off when Uriel waved a hand, throwing him harshly into a wall. Dropping to the ground, dazed, Castiel blinked and remained silent. Dean turned towards him, shocked by the sudden violence, and then returned his attention to the other, larger angel when he began to speak.

"You be quiet, Castiel," he snarled. "You've stood in my way long enough."

Uriel turned on Sam, who stood his ground, glaring at the angel with green eyes that were practically glowing with power. "You've ruined all the plans, Sam," he grumbled. "All my plans to bring about the Apocalypse. This compound was supposed to be the final straw to break the camel's back."

Dean's brow furrowed, as did the other two agents. "What?" he whispered.

"It was easy to talk Lilith into joining me," Uriel explained, striding towards Sam. The youngest Winchester didn't move, his glare intensifying. "But now I suppose it doesn't matter. With your death, there is nothing standing in my way." He raised a hand.

Sam countered by raising his own. And then there was a sudden clashing of power. Everyone had to turn away from what could literally be called a light show.

And when it dimmed, Uriel was gone and Sam was wavering on his feet. Around them the transgenetics were stirring, awakening from their forced unconsciousness. Castiel gave a small, weary smile and disappeared as well. Sam stumbled, his eyelids suddenly becoming heavy.

Dean was at his side in an instant, catching his baby brother when Sam fell and cradling him against his chest. He caught Sam's mumbled apologies, Sam's guilt at breaking his promise about the powers transcending his complete exhaustion. "Hey, Sammy, it's alright. You did good. I'm proud, baby brother. You did good," he soothed.

"H'rts," Sam whispered.

Dean frowned. He couldn't see any injuries. "What hurts, Sammy?"

Sam frowned as well, his head lolling. "Tired."

Gibbs was watching in concern as Dean gently brushed Sam's hair from his face. "It's alright, Sammy. I gotcha. It's alright." The older Winchester obviously loved his brother, and Sam's listlessness was worrying.

"What happened?" Cindy asked, sitting up and looking around in shock. "Where am I?" Max knelt next to her, whispering softly.

Gibbs turned, frowning in worry over his own agent, who he had left out in the snow with Ducky. Dean looked up at him. "Logan…I mean Tony, has an apartment near here. Sam and I have crashed at it before."

Gibbs nodded, motioning to Ziva. "Right. Let's move."

Max stood, looking around at the confused transgenetics. "I think…I think I'll stay here. Get them all back on their feet." She gave Dean a watery smile, giving him a hug despite Sam's presence. "Tell Tony I'll miss him," she whispered.

"You're not going to tell him yourself?" he asked, rearranging Sam's limp form.

Max gave a sad smile. "I can't do that again. It's selfish, I know…but…"

Dean shook his head. "I understand." He grinned at Gibbs as the older agent came to help get Sam to his feet. "Goodbye, Max. We probably won't see each other for a while."

~*~

Tony had yet to wake up. They had met at his old apartment, getting in touch with Bobby and the others. That group had run into a bunch of vampires and ghosts, but with three hunters on their team it had been an almost easy job. Almost being the key word.

Sam, also, wasn't waking which was worrying Dean to no end. Tony, at least had a reason to be out. His fever was high, his injuries extensive; it seemed that the demons had fun torturing him. And with his compromised lungs and immune system, it was even more dangerous for Tony to be out. And they couldn't chance a hospital with Lydecker and White still on the loose. Demons or no, the two were still searching for transgenetics, and Eyes Only had ticked them off one too many times.

Sam, though, didn't have a reason not to wake. And that worried them even more.

Bobby, Ellen and Jo had left. They had realized that there was just too much work to be done to wait for the Winchesters. Too many demons to stop.

A phone rang, and Dean pulled it from his pocket, pausing in his pacing. Ziva, McGee and Abby all turned to watch as he frowned at the number. "Hello?"

"Dean."

"Castiel," Dean sighed. "What do you want?"

There was an answering sigh on the other end of the line. "To apologize. I knew something was wrong with Uriel. I've been trying to stop him, but he was stronger… However, even with Uriel not leading the Apocalypse but Lilith is still out there."

"Well, it's going to have to wait," Dean snapped. "Sam's out. I don't know what's wrong with him, but it's been two days."

"He came into his power," Castiel murmured. "It may have been given to him by a demon, but it's a weapon against them. He's just learned how to harness that power and it's going to take time to get used to it."

Dean grumbled something. "Then finding Lilith is going to have to wait," he said.

Castiel gave a smile that could be heard over the phone. "Not for much longer. You and your friends have worked hard against the dark. It wouldn't be fair if we didn't help you." And he hung up.

Dean stared at his phone for some time before shrugging. He turned back to the two unconscious men and blinked when they both stirred. "Thank you, Castiel," Dean sighed, watching as Tony and Sam both blinked open confused green eyes.

"Where are we?" Tony mumbled. Beside him, Gibbs jumped, looking completely confused. Tony's fever was gone, his injuries healed, although the scars remained. "Guys?"

"Ow," Sam muttered. "Yeah, yeah, I hear you Castiel. Sure. Fine. Whatever." It appeared that he was talking to no one, but Dean knew better, and raised an eyebrow. "Dude," Sam said, turning to his brother. "There's a legion of ghosts in an abandoned town in Texas that we're supposed to take care of."

"Sure," Dean said, shrugging. "When?"

"Now?" Sam said, also shrugged. He glanced at the other federal agents, who were watching in shock. Dean looked ready to protest, but Sam smiled. "I'm fine, Dean. I'm fine. A little overwhelmed, but nothing compared to when I came back to life."

"True that," Dean grinned. He turned to the others. "I suppose this is where we part ways," he said, hauling Sam to his feet. "We've got a world to save."

"And we've got murderers to catch," Tony grinned, swinging his feet over the side of the bed. "All in a day's work."

The End.