"STOP!"

Anti ignored Schneep as he strolled down the halls, pretending to stop by rooms to check up on patients before pulling out their life supports and watching them die with a crazed grin.

"Just kill me, please, I can't watch zhis." Schneep pleaded tearfully, causing Anti to stop in his tracks with a laugh.

"You really think that I'd spare you from having to watch these people that you helped die? That would just ruin my fun." Anti replied, police officers storming down the hall.

"Perfect, more lives to ruin." Anti grinned, raising his knife while the police aimed their guns at him.

That was when Schneep regained control of his body.

The German tossed away the knife before he fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he bowed his head in remorse.

Schneep's coworkers watched as he was roughly pulled up to his feet and handcuffed before being escorted out of the hospital, nurses scrambling to fix the damage Anti had caused.

Schneep stayed silent as he was forced into the back of a police car, Anti seeming pleased with the chaos he had caused as the car drove off towards the police station.

"That was fun." Anti remarked, Schneep resting his head against the barred window as he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the demon.

"Vhy are you doing zhis to me?" Schneep whispered, the officer driving glancing back at him with a confused look.

"You say something?" The officer prompted, Schneep shaking his head as the car pulled to a stop at the station.

"I'm doing this because I like torture. I enjoy the suffering of others and I love the feeling of blood running down my hands." Anti answered, Schneep shivering in response as he stepped out of the car and was shoved towards the station.

"Welcome to your new home, you're going to be staying here for a long time." The officer stated as he brought Schneep into a cell, removing the handcuffs before stepping out and locking the door.

The room had only a metal toilet and a cot inside, the German sinking down onto the cot and wrapping his arms around him.

"Nice place, very cozy." Anti mused, Schneep biting his tongue to keep from replying as he stared at the plan gray wall in front of him.

"Ya know, I could get you out of here." Anti added casually, Schneep swallowing hard as he pulled his knees up to his chest.

"Oh come on, talk to me Doc." Anti directed in a bored tone, the German remaining silent as thoughts whirled through his head and threatened to overwhelm him.

"JUST SHUT UP!" Schneep screamed, officers running to his cell to find the German tearing at his hair while rocking back and forth on his cot.

"This guy needs psychiatric help." One officer muttered to his counterpart, the second officer nodding in response as they left while the first officer watched Schneep.

"Give me your gun, I have to end zhis nightmare." Schneep begged the officer, looking up at them.

The officer didn't answer as he waited for his friend to come back with the psychiatrist, one hand hovering over his gun.

Schneep looked away as he felt Anti take control once more, the demon breaking the door down with ease before taking the gun from the stunned officer.

"Do it, I dare you." Anti taunted as he pressed the barrel of the gun to the side of his head, allowing Schneep to regain control of his body so he could pull the trigger.

Schneep's body trembled as his finger brushed against the trigger, images of Doctor Iplier's body lying on the ground covered in blood flashing through his mind.

"Damnit." Schneep choked out, lowering the gun just as the second officer ran up and fired at Schneep.

Anti immediately took back control and grabbed the bullet out of the air, examining it in his hand before letting it drop to the floor and disappearing.

Anti reappeared in Schneep's home, relinquishing control once again as the German rushes into his bedroom.

"I need to get rid of you somehow." Schneep muttered as he sat down at his computer, searching how to stop possession.

Schneep paused when he heard a knock on the door, the German shutting off his computer as he debated where he could hide so he wouldn't have to face whoever was there.

"Hello? Doctor...how do you even pronounce this?"

"Go zhe fuck away!" Schneep cried, clutching his lab coat in his hands as the front door swung open.

"Great, hunters." Anti scowled bitterly as two men dressed in black suits burst into Schneep's room, the German staggering back in surprise.

"Look, we just wanna talk. My name's Sam, and this is my brother Dean." The man with brown eyes spoke up, his hands held up in a sign of peace.

"Vhy are you here? How did you find me?" Schneep questioned, the brothers exchanging a look.

"We heard about what happened at the hospital-"

"Zhat vasn't me, zhat vas zhe demon in my head!" Schneep interrupted, tapping the side of his head.

"Alright Doc, we're gonna help you." Dean assured Schneep, the German grimacing as he felt Anti take back control.

"Ah, the infamous Winchesters. You cane all the way here just for little old me? I'm honored really." Anti remarked.

"You have a lot of blood on your hands, you've possessed others, and you're a freaking psycho." Dean interjected.

"Listen fellas, I'm just trying to claim what's mine. Once that's done, then you'll never hear of me ever again." Anti countered.

"Did this guy make a deal with you?" Sam questioned, Anti shaking his head.

"No, but I'm using him to get to the person that made a deal with me. Now, if you want to stay living, I'd leave." Anti advised.

Dean reached for his gun loaded with salt bullets, but by the time his hand reached the weapon, Anti was already gone.

"Son of a bitch!"