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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥

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Delaney huffed as she was pushed through the door that lead to the back area the holding cells were kept. Once again, the three Winchesters had been outsmarted by Bela when they were one step away from finally catching up to her. She had called the police on them and Henriksen showed up with his deputies to bring them into the nearest police station and hold them until Henriksen could get them transferred.

Dean and Sam were handcuffed together by their ankles while Delaney got to walk solo and she was once again pushed to make her way into the holding cell before Dean and Sam. The deputy shut the cell door behind the boys and walked away. Delaney dropped her weight down onto the bed in the corner of the cell and the boys nearly fell over when they went in separate directions.

"Dean, come on!" Sam snapped from his spot near the door where he had tried to walk to while Dean had attempted to sit down next to Delaney.

"Alright, alright. Sit?" Dean asked and Sam nodded, the two untwisting the chain around their ankles and fell down onto the bed on either side of Delaney.

Delaney sighed and tried to tug on her handcuffs, but they didn't budge an inch and she didn't see any way out of this cell. "How are we going to Houdini out of this one, Dean?"

"Good question."

Delaney puffed out her cheeks and leant her cheek against Dean's shoulder while Sam leant back against the wall behind the bed. Might as well get themselves comfortable since they'd be there for a while. None of them knew how to get out of a tight situation for once and it was quite unnerving for the three siblings. They had never been stuck like this before and Delaney really didn't feel like going to prison again, especially when it wasn't for undercover and would be able to get out in a few days. 

The sound of dress shoes approaching the cell alerted the three siblings and they all simultaneously rolled their eyes when they saw it was just Henriksen. If Delaney's hands weren't cuffed, she would have decked him in the face an hour ago. 

"You know what I'm trying to decide?"

Dean scoffed and glanced away from Henriksen and Delaney could feel Dean's jaw tick on the top of her head. "I don't know. What? Whether Cialis will help you with your little condition?"

"What to have for dinner tonight," Henriksen corrected and smirked at the three. "Steak or lobster. What the hell. Surf and turf. I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seeing you three in chains..."

"You kinky son of a bitch," Dean remarked and smirked cynically at FBI agent. "We don't swing that way and my sister is way too young for you, dude."

"Now, that's funny."

"You know, I wouldn't bust out the melted butter just yet. Couldn't catch us at the bank. Couldn't keep us in that jail," Dean reminded Henriksen, shrugging sarcastically which made Delaney have to lift her head back up from the motion.

Henriksen wrapped his hands around the bars of the cell and Delaney could tell Henriksen enjoyed having them on the other side of the bars a little too much. It only made her want to figure out how to get out even more. "You're right. Screwed up. I underestimated you. I didn't count on you being that smart, but now I'm ready."

Delaney shot Henriksen a fake smile, wishing looks could kill so that the man could be six feet under right now. "Yeah, ready to lose us again?"

"Ready like a court order to keep you in a super maximum prison in Nevada till trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell so small that, between you and me - probably unconstitutional. How's that for ready?" Henriksen quipped.

Delaney and Sam both glanced to Dean with a flash of worry in both of their expressions. If they didn't figure out a way to get out of their predicament and quick, they'd be separated in a prison and they more than likely convicted. Dean merely sniffed and ran a hand over his face at Henriksen's response.

"Take a good look at your little siblings, Dean. You three will never see each other again," Henriksen warned them and Delaney felt a spike of anxiety shoot through her chest. "Aw. Where's that smug smile, Dean? I want to see it."

Dean chuckled humorlessly and shook his head. "You got the wrong people."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. You fight monsters," Henriksen mocked and Sam pulled up his foot so that the chain around his and Dean's ankles could keep her sat down, stopping her from getting up and attacking Henriksen through the bars. "Sorry, Dean. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk and no doubt touched you in a bad place. That's all. That's reality."

"Why don't you shut your mouth about things you don't know shit about?" Delaney barked at Henriksen, her patience with the agent at its end. "I know you have to be a big shot since you don't have much of a big shot downstairs, but that doesn't mean you can disrespect my father when you never even met him."

"Well, guess what. Life sucks. Get a helmet. 'Cause everybody's got a sob story, but not everybody becomes a killer," Henriksen continued as if Delaney had never opened her mouth. He smiled devilishly when the sound of a helicopter landing outside the police department could be heard outside, its headlights shining through the tiny window near the ceiling of the cell. "Now I have three less to worry about. It's surf and turf time."

Henriksen walked away from the three siblings, laughing maniacally and he was replaced by a dark haired man a few minutes later. He placed his hands on his hips as he took in the sight of the three siblings and Dean stood up from his spot on the bed to stand closer to the cell. 

"Delaney, Sam and Dean Winchester. I'm Deputy Director Steven Groves. This is a pleasure."

"Well, glad one of us feels that way," Dean remarked.

"I've been waiting a long time for you three to come out of the woodwork," Steven smirked at them before he suddenly whipped out a gun and shot Dean in the shoulder.

"Dean!" Delaney gasped and knelt on the bed next to Dean, pressing a hand to his wound while Sam fought with Steven for the gun. Steven continued to fire more shots that narrowly missed both Delaney and Dean who stayed low on the bed, Delaney's hand quickly becoming soaked in Dean's blood. When she glanced up to Steven, her eyes widened when she noticed his eyes had turned black just as Sam started an exorcism.

Steven's head suddenly stopped whipping side to side and his black eyed gaze fell back on Sam. "Sorry to cut this short, Winchesters. It's gonna be a long night."

Delaney gulped as black smoke billowed out of Steven's mouth and she helped Dean sit back up on the bed as Steven's dead body dropped the ground. Henriksen and the deputy rushed into the room with their guns drawn at Sam who now had the gun in his hands. They yelled at him to put the gun down while he tried to explain to them that he didn't do anything, even going so far as to place the gun on the other side of the bars to show that none of the Winchesters did anything to the man.

The deputy checked over Steven's body and his eyebrows furrowed. "Vic, there's no bullet wound."

"He's probably been dead for months," Sam explained, staying on his knees in between Dean and Delaney with his hands raised in defense.

"What did you do to him?" Henriksen demanded, keeping his gun pointed at the three siblings.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Talk or I shoot."

Delaney rolled her eyes and gestured to Steven's body that laid dead near the cell. "He's been possessed."

"Possessed? Right. Fire up the chopper! We're getting them out of here now."

"Yeah. Do that," Dean barked, pressing his hand harder against his bullet wound.

"Bill," Henriksen's partner, Reidy, said into his walkie talkie, but was met with static on the other end. "Bill, you there?" He exchanged a silent look with Henriksen before he ran out of the room to go check on what was going on outside.

After a few moments, Reidy's voice came through the walkie talkie on Henriksen's hip. "They're dead. They're all dead," he informed the group followed by an explosion.

"Reidy!" Henriksen called into his walkie talkie, but was met by silence on the other end. "Reidy, do you copy? What the hell was that? What is going on out there? Reidy!"

When they were still met with silence, Delaney, Dean and Sam were left alone while Henriksen and the two deputies ran out try and figure out what to do. The three siblings sat helplessly on the bed in the cell until the lights suddenly went out and they bolted up at the darkness that surrounded them.

"Oh, that can't be good," Delaney whined, glancing around them to see if she could see anything in the shadows. She motioned for Dean to sit back down and whipped out a tissue from her pocket. "We should stop the bleeding on that thing before you pass out. You no good to us unconscious." Dean grunted as Delaney placed pressure on the wound and she gave him a look. "Don't be a wuss, Dean."

"What's the plan?" Henriksen questioned as he walked back over to the siblings' cell. "Kill everyone in the station, bust you two out?"

Dean smacked Delaney's hand away and pressed the tissue to his wound, eyeing the agent oddly. "What are you going on about?"

"I'm talking about your psycho friends. I'm talking about a bloodbath."

"And you call us crazy," Delaney mumbled to herself, earning an elbow to the ribs from both Dean and Sam.

"Okay, I promise you, whoever's out there is not here to help us," Dean assured the agent on the other side of the cell. 

"Look, you got to believe us. Everyone here is in terrible danger," Sam informed.

"You think?

Delaney huffed and stood up from the bed, walking closer to Henriksen and fixing a deadly look on her face. She smiled to herself when she saw Henriksen flinch slightly at the sight of it. "Why don't you let us out of here so we can save your asses? Unless you'd rather die. I'd love to see it."

"From what? You gonna say demons? Don't you dare say demons," Henriksen mocked, clutching his hand gun in his hand. "Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me."

"I've had nightmares scarier than you, pal," Delaney quipped and wiggled her fingers at Henriksen as he walked away from them. "Man, I want to punch that guy in his face so bad."

"How's the shoulder?" Sam asked Dean, causing Delaney to turn back around and face the boys.

Dean removed the wad of tissues from his wound and grimaced at the sight of it coated in blood. "It's awesome." He sighed and tossed the bloodied tissues onto the bed between him and Sam. "I'll live. You know, if we get out of here alive."

"So, you got a plan?" Delaney asked and glanced over her shoulder to notice the secretary, Nancy, peeking at them from behind a wall. "Hey, Nancy! Uh, please. Please. We need your help. My brother's been shot. He's - he's bleeding. Really bad. You think maybe you can get us a towel? Please? Just one clean towel?"

Nancy just stood by her spot behind the wall, looking scared of the three behind the bars as if they were the monsters.

"Look. Look at us. We're not the bad guys, I swear," Delaney begged and frowned when Nancy walked away from them without a word. "Damn."

"It was a good try, Delly," Sam said, patting her on the shoulder.

However, Nancy came back a moment later with a small white towel, but still stood a few feet from the cell. She clutched the towel as if it would protect her from whatever she thought the Winchesters would do to her. She slowly approached the cell and smiled a bit when Delaney held her hands up to show she had nothing to attack the young girl with. Nancy placed the towel through the bars.

Delaney smiled and took the towel from Nancy before she suddenly gripped the girl's wrist, tugging her against the cell and stealthily stealing her rosary from her back pocket. She stumbled back when two of the deputies ran in at the sound of Nancy's screams. 

"You okay, Nance?" one of the deputies asked, keeping his shotgun pointed at Delaney. He glanced back to Delaney once Nancy nodded and glared at her. "Try something like that again and you get shot. Not in the arm this time."

Delaney slowly backed away from the cell door and held up the towel for Dean who punched her in the arm. "OW!"

"What the hell was that for?"

Delaney slid the rosary from out of her sleeve and held it up for the boys to see. She sighed heavily and dropped down onto the bed, the boys taking a spot on either side of her. Being locked in a cell began to make Delaney stir crazy and she just wanted out already.

"We're like sitting ducks in here," Delaney grumbled, playing with Nancy's rosary beads in her hands.

"Yeah, I know," Dean replied, pressing the towel to his wound. "Would it these cops to bring us a snack?!"

Sam shook his head and leant his elbows on his knees, running his hands over his face in exhaustion. "How many you figure are out there?"

"I don't know."

"However many there are, they could be possessing anyone," Delaney chimed in, chewing on her lower lip. "Anyone could just walk right in."

"It's kind of wild, right? I mean, it's like they're right for us. They've never done that before," Dean stated, furrowing his eyebrows in deep thought. "It's like we got a contract on us. Think it's because we're so awesome? I think it's cause we're so awesome."

Suddenly, the sheriff made his way over to the cell and began to unlock the door that kept the Winchesters protected for once.

"Well, howdy there, sheriff," Dean mocked in a southern accent.

The sheriff simply ignored Dean's remark and pushed the cell door open, stepping to the side. "It's time to go, guys."

Delaney smiled awkwardly at the sheriff as he suddenly stepped inside of the cell with them. "Uh... you know what, sheriff? We're just comfy right here, but thank you."

Henriksen walked over next and stopped when he noticed the cell door open and the sheriff stood inside the cell with the siblings. "What do you think you're doing?"

"We're not just gonna sit around here and wait to die. We're gonna make a run for it," the sheriff answered. 

"It's safer here," Henriksen countered.

"There's a swat facility in Boulder."

"We're not going anywhere."

"The hell we're not!"

Henriksen didn't even blink as he took out his gun and shot the sheriff in the head. The three siblings swapped a look before the two boys fought with Henriksen for his gun while Delaney quickly dropped Nancy's rosary beads into the toilet in the corner of the cell across from the bed. Dean had finally gotten the gun from Henriksen's hands and Sam shoved his head into the toilet while he began the exorcism.

Dean held Henriksen's gun up at the deputy that ran in with his own shotgun raised. "Stay back!"

Sam pulled Henriksen's face out of the toilet, the skin smoking and burning from the holy water. He shoved the agent's head back into the toilet and continued the exorcism.

"Hurry up!" Dean barked at Sam while Delaney stood next to the toilet in case Sam needed her help with keeping Henriksen down.

Henriksen growled as Sam pulled his head out of the toilet again. "It's too late! I already called them. They're on their way!"

Sam pushed Henriksen's head back into the toilet and finished off the exorcism, black smoke billowing out of Henriksen's mouth and into the air vent in the ceiling above. He sank to his heels as Henriksen fell to his side, unconscious.

Nancy, who had ran in during the exorcism, slowly approached the cell. "Is... is he dead?"

Henriksen suddenly coughed and wheezed, his eyes snapping open. He pushed himself up to sit on the bed, wiping the toilet water from his face. "I... I shot the sheriff."

"But you didn't shoot the deputy," Dean mused with a grin on his face. His smile quickly wiped off his face at the deadpan expression he received from Sam and Delaney. "Sorry."

"Five minutes ago, I was fine, and then - "

"Let me guess - some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat?" Delaney finished for Henriksen, crossing her arms across her chest. Serves him right. "You were possessed, pal."

Henriksen's face paled at the thought and it seemed to take him a second to find the words to respond. "Possessed like... possessed."

Sam panted against the cell door he had propped himself up against. "That's what it feels like. Now you know."

"I owe you the biggest I told you so ever," Dean retorted, handing Henriksen his gun back now that he wasn't possessed anymore.

"Officer Amici," Henriksen called shakily as he pushed himself to his feet, holding his hand out to the officer that ran in with his shotgun. "Keys." He took the keys from the man and unlocked the Winchesters' handcuffs, all of them clanging to the ground. "Alright, how do we survive?"

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Delaney sat on the desk in the police station while Dean looked over a blueprint of the station where he had drawn two devil's traps that Sam currently filled in where Dean had instructed. Nancy stood next to Dean while she properly fixed up Dean's bullet wound and patched it up. 

Dean noticed that Henriksen and Officer Phil walked in with guns, preparing them for the demons they were about to deal with. "That's nice, but it's not gonna do much good."

"We got an arsenal here," Phil argued.

"You don't poke a bear with a BB gun," Delaney said, crossing one of her legs over the other and leant her hand back on the desk. "That's just going to make him mad. We need salt. Lots and lots of salt."

"Salt?

"What, is there an echo in here?" Dean scoffed softly, glancing up from the blueprints to look over at Henriksen and Phil. "You heard my sister."

"There's road salt in the storeroom," Nancy informed.

Dean nodded and offered Nancy a small smile. "Perfect. We need salt at every window and door."

Delaney watched Henriksen and Phil walk out of the room to do their part of the job before she turned to Nancy who still taped up Dean's wound. "How you holding up, Nance?"

"Okay," Nancy whispered, a small smile appearing on her face to let the two Winchesters know she really was okay. "When I was little, I would come home from church and talk about the devil. My parents would tell me to being so literal. I guess I showed them, huh? That should hold."

"Thank you," Dean said and averted his gaze to Phil who walked back in with two big bags of salt. "Hey, where's my car?"

"Impound lot out back."

Delaney slid off the desk and shrugged her jacket back on, moving to follow Dean when Phil stopped them. "What?"

"You're not going out there, are you?"

"Yeah, I need to get something from the trunk. We'll be okay," Dean assured Phil, tugging Delaney's hand to get a move on after him so they could get outside and back before something were to happen.

Delaney took the keys from Phil and ran outside with her brother, quickly unlocking the gate so they could get whatever Dean needed from the trunk and run back inside. She shut the gate behind her and Dean and followed her brother over to the trunk where he opened it up. He pulled out the duffle for the guns and motioned for Delaney to start helping him put weapons into the bag.

The lights in the impound lot began to flicker and crackle, alerting the two siblings as they shut the trunk of the impala. The wind began to blow harder around them and Delaney felt a chill go down her spine. Delaney grabbed something that looked like a dream-catcher and turned to see black smoke with pink and purple lightning surrounding it fly towards her and Dean.

"Dean!"

Dean whirled around to see the black smoke and grabbed the duffle bag and Delaney's hand, running out of the lot and back into the station just before the smoke could get either one of them. He pulled the door shut behind Delaney and him tightly. "Sammy, they're coming! Hurry!"

Delaney ran back into the station with Dean by her side, tossing one of the rifles to Sam who caught it effortlessly with one hand. The building went dark as the black smoke engulfed the outside of the building, causing it to shake and rumble. Dust and debris rained down from the ceiling and Nancy clutched the cross around her neck, stepping back to stand behind Delaney until the building suddenly stopped shaking and the lights flickered back on.

"Everybody okay?" Sam checked, glancing around the room to see everyone was still stood.

"Define okay," Henriksen sighed.

"Alright, everybody needs to put these on," Dean informed, handing a protection necklace to Phil, Nancy and Henriksen who were quick to put them on.

"What about you, Delaney and Sam?" Nancy asked, worriedly looking between the three siblings.

The three siblings pulled down their shirts to reveal the anti-possession tattoos that covered their hearts that they had gotten not too long ago for extra protection. They could never be too safe, especially with how their luck usually ran. 

"Smart. How long you had those?" Henriksen asked.

"Not long enough," Sam responded.

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A half hour later, Delaney helped Nancy sort some files since they had nothing to do in the moment except to wait. She glanced out the window along with the raven haired girl to see a crowd of people stood outside the station, all standing statue-like in the parking lot with black eyes.

"Hey, that's Jenna Rubner."

Delaney frowned as she took in the black eyes of the red haired girl that Nancy pointed out. "She's not Jenna anymore."

"That's where all that black smoke went?"

"Looks like," Delaney sighed, having no idea how any of them would get out of this one. There were too many demons and only six of them. Three of which had never even dealt with demons before this point so they would be slow when the demons decided to attack.

The girls were quiet for another few minutes until the sound of glass shattering was heard down the hall. Delaney told Nancy to stay where she was and ran off to one of the random offices to see Henriksen, Sam and Dean with their guns drawn at Randy.

"How do we kill him?"

"We don't," Delaney breathed, pushing Henriksen's rifle down before he could fire at the blonde haired demon. "He's here to help."

Randy panted as Delaney approached him and he gestured to the devil's trap he was stood in. "You gonna let me out or what, Del?"

Delaney didn't even respond and just bent down to scrape at the edge of the devil's trap with her knife, letting Randy step out of the trap.

"And they chivalry's dead," Randy mused, pinching Delaney's cheek as he passed her. "Does anyone have a breath mint? Some guts splattered in my mouth while I was killing my way in here."

Delaney ignored the exasperated looks that Dean and Sam shot her at Randy's presence and turned to fix up the salt line that somehow had been broken on the windowsill. She walked out of the office just as Randy's gaze met hers with mock surprise. "What?"

"You didn't tell Dean and Sam?" Randy asked, gaping in amusement. "Huh, I'm surprised."

"Tell me what?" Dean demanded, eyes bouncing between Randy and Delaney.

Randy leant against the desk behind him and smirked at Dean, something that unsettled Delaney's stomach because she really rather the boys not know who was after her head. "There's a big new up-and-comer. Real pied piper."

"Who is he?" Sam asked.

"Not he," Randy corrected, eyes snapping over to Sam. "Her. Her name is Lilith."

"Lilith?"

"Yep, and she really, really wants your baby sister's intestines on a stick. Lilith sees her as competition."

Delaney narrowed her eyes at Randy who merely shrugged in response, clearly thinking the boys should know about Lilith. She flinched at the dark look that flashed across both Dean and Sam's faces, a usual sign they were definitely more than pissed at her for not opening her mouth once again.

"You knew about this, Delaney?" Dean questioned even though he knew the answer already. It was usually Dean's tactic to get Delaney to speak the truth so she wouldn't be in as much trouble as she would be had she not said it. Sometimes Delaney fell for it and other times like this, Delaney didn't respond and rolled her lips into her mouth guiltily. "Well, gee, Delaney. Is there anything else Sammy and I should know?!"

Randy huffed and tore his eyes from Delaney's and focused back on the two older brothers who looked like they were two seconds away from giving Delaney the lecture of a lifetime. "How about you three of you talk about this later? We'll need the Colt," he informed and the room suddenly filled with a tense silence, all three siblings looking guilty. "Where's the Colt?"

Delaney awkwardly cleared her throat and fiddled with her thumbs, not having the courage to look her demon companion in the eye. "Um.... it's funny story, actually..."

"Del!"

"It got stolen?"

Randy's face fell at the statement and Delaney smiled sheepishly at the demon. "I'm sorry. I must have blood in my ear. I thought I just heard you say that you were stupid enough to let the Colt get grabbed out of your hands. Fantastic! This is just peachy."

"Randy - "

"Shut up," Randy snapped, holding his hand up to stop Delaney from talking and turned his back on everyone in the room. "Fine. Since I don't see that there's any option, there's one other I know how to get you out of here alive."

"What's that?" Dean questioned, hopping onto the desk behind him and placed his rifle down next to him.

"I know a spell. I'll vaporize every demon in a one-mile radius - myself included. So, you let the Colt out of your sight and now I have to die. So next time, be more careful. How's that for a dying wish?"

Delaney opened her mouth to say something - anything, really - to Randy, but she quickly closed it when she realized there was nothing she could say. It wasn't her fault that Bela had somehow broke into the vault and stole the Colt. It wasn't anyone's fault really, except for Bela who was down right bitch.

"Alright, what do we need to do?" Dean asked, sliding off the desk.

"Awww," Randy cooed and turned back around to face everyone in the room with a mocking pout. "You can't do anything. This spell is very specific. It calls for a person of virtue."

"I got virtue."

"Nice try, but you're not a virgin."

Dean laughed and glanced around the room. "Randy, nobody's a virgin."

Randy's eyes flickered over to Nancy who awkwardly and silently sat on the filing cabinet in the corner of the room. "Nancy Drew over there is."

"No. No way. You're - "

"It's a choice, okay?" Nancy snapped at Dean who immediately shut his mouth. "So this spell, what can I do?"

Randy pushed off the desk and slowly stalked towards Nancy. "You can hold still while I cut your heart out of your chest."

"What are you crazy?" Sam balked at what Nancy had to do for the spell.

"I'm offering a solution."

"You're offering to kill somebody," Dean argued, shaking his head at the thought of having to kill Nancy.

"And what do you think is gonna happen to this girl when the demons get in?"

"We're gonna protect her, that's what," Henriksen replied confidently.

"Very noble," Randy quipped.

"Ex-excuse me."

Randy huffed and gestured to everyone in the room, visibly growing annoyed that no one was agreeing with him. "You're all gonna die. Look, this is the only way."

"Yeah, yeah there's no way that you're gonna - "

"Would everybody please shut up?!" Nancy yelled over the bickering Randy and Dean, earning everyone's attention. "All the people out there... will it save them?"

"It'll blow the demons out of their bodies. So if their bodies are okay... yeah," Randy replied honestly.

Nancy considered it for a long moment before she nodded in agreement. "Okay, I'll do it."

"No, no. You don't need to do this," Dean argued.

"All my friends are out there."

"We don't sacrifice people. We do that, we're no better than them," Henriksen chimed in.

Randy frowned and shook his head sadly. "There's not other choice."

Dean rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. "Yeah, well, your choice is not a choice."

"Del, you know I'm right," Randy pleaded, turning to Delaney who tensed up at being put on the spot.

Dean chuckled and turned to Delaney who was still leant against the doorframe of where the salt had been cut. "Della. What the hell is going on? Della, tell him!"

"It's my decision," Nancy spoke up before Delaney could even move to offer a response to Dean and Ruby.

"Damn straight, cherry pie."

"Stop!" Sam yelled over Randy, glaring darkly at him. "Stop! Nobody will kill any virgins. Delly, Dean and I need to talk to you." 

Both boys walked over to Delaney and lifted her up by the arms, dragging her out of the station and into one of the corridors away from the prying ears of everyone in the room. They placed her down on her feet against one of the walls in the corridor.

"You know I hate being manhandled," Delaney snapped, straightening out her leather jacket that the boys messed up with their grabby man hands. "Do it again and I'll fling you both out there with the demons."

"Delaney, shut up would ya?" Sam huffed, waving his hands in her face to get her to stop talking. "Please tell us you're not actually considering this. We are talking about holding down a girl and cutting out her heart."

"We're also talking about thirty people out there, boys. All innocent people who are all gonna die along with everyone in here," Delaney countered, crossing her arms. She hated that they had to sacrifice such a sweet and innocent girl like Nancy who definitely had a bright future, but Delaney looked at the bigger picture. One person to save everyone else in the world was rough, but it had to be done. "What else do you expect us to do? I'm all ears for other options!"

"It doesn't mean we throw away the rule book and stop acting like humans," Dean stated, pointing behind him in the direction of Henriksen, Phil and Nancy. "We are not gonna let that demon kill a sweet, innocent girl who hasn't even been laid. I mean, look, if that's how you win wars, then I don't want to win."

Delaney threw her hands out to the side, frustration settling in with everything going on around them. "Then what, Dean? What do we do?"

Dean turned away for a second, tugging a hand through his hair in thought. "I have a plan. It might not be a good one or it might not even work, but it's better than killing a virgin."

"Okay, so what's the plan?"

"Open the doors, let them all in... and we fight."

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"Get the equipment to work?" Dean asked as Sam made his way back into the main office.

"So?"

"So, this is insane," Delaney grumbled from her seat next to Randy at the desk. 

Randy snorted and leant back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest. "You win understatement of the year, kiddo."

"Look, I get it, you think - "

"I don't think - I know. It's not gonna work, Dean," Randy cut off Dean, not even bothering to pretend to be cooperative. He pushed himself up from his seat and pushed past Sam and Dean. "So long, Winchesters."

"So, you're just gonna leave?" Delaney asked and she was shocked to hear how upset she actually sounded at the fact that he decided to leave them behind. Sure it should be something that shouldn't shock her since he's a demon, but Delaney was hoping he'd actually be different since he did offer to help her save Dean.

Randy sighed and turned on his heels to face the siblings again, flashing Delaney a small apologetic look. "Hey. I was gonna kill myself to help you win. I'm not gonna stand here and watch you lose." He walked closer to Delaney who was now stood between Dean and Sam. "I'm disappointed... because I tried. I really did, but clearly, I bet on the wrong horse. So... can you let me out?"

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Delaney stood in her position in the main office of the station with her rifle gripped tightly in her hand. She called out to the boys that she was ready and brushed away the line of salt and scraped away the devil's trap that was by the front door before she took a stand behind the receptionist desk near the front doors.

It only took a mater of a minute before a demon ran in through the front and Delaney fired off a round at him, sending the demon flying to the ground dead. She cocked her rifle again just as a demon tackled her from the side. She pushed the demon off and stumbled to her feet, whacking the demon in the face with the butt end of her rifle. 

Delaney was grabbed from behind by another demon while the one she had been previously fighting got to his feet. She used the demon's hold on her to kick off the floor and hit the other demon in the face with her feet. When he went down, Delaney jammed the end of her rifle into the stomach of the demon that held her captive. He let her go and she spun around, hitting him in the face twice which sent him flying to the ground much like the other demon.

Delaney was hit across the face by one of the demons, spinning her around in a circle from the force. She fumbled in her inner jacket pocket for the Holy Water and threw it in the demons' faces that now surrounded her. She stepped back as she continued to fling Holy Water at them as Dean and Sam made their way into the main office to help Delaney out with the crowd of demons that were around her.

Eventually, the three siblings ran out of Holy Water and exchanged scared expressions. The demon that possessed the girl named Jenna hopped down from where she stood on the desk and smiled cruelly at the three siblings. She lifted her hand up and sent Dean, Delaney and Sam flying into the brick wall behind them.

Dean struggled against the invisible force even though it was no use. "Henriksen, now!"

Suddenly, Sam's voice reciting an exorcism from a recording played over the speaker system, causing all the demons to grip their ears and scream out in pain. They all ran from the room, more than likely trying to get out of the station that Nancy and Phil had salted from the outside while the trio inside fought off the demons.

The demons could be heard banging on the exit doors all around the building while a black smoke appeared in the main office, swirling in the air almost like a black hole and suddenly burst into a bright, white light. Everything in the building had suddenly gone still and the demons could no longer be heard.

Delaney yelped as she fell off the wall and crashed to the ground with a groan while Dean and Sam merely just slid to their feet. She was helped to her feet by the boys and whimpered when a hot pain shot through her body.

"You're okay, baby girl, you're okay," Dean whispered, dusting her off and quietly apologized when she yelped in pain when he touched an extra sore part of her bicep. "Sorry."

Henriksen walked back into the main office and chuckled softly as he wiped blood from his lip. The lights in the office switched back on with a low hum and the people that had been previously possessed had all woken up, disoriented and confused. Henriksen did a good job of getting the people out of the station quickly and safely while Dean, Delaney and Sam cleaned up the mess they made in the attack.

"I better call this in," Henriksen announced, walking back into the office and placing his hands on his hips. "Hell of a story I won't be telling."

"So, what are you gonna tell them?" Delaney asked, freezing in her sweeping to glance up at the FBI agent.

Henriksen sighed heavily and shook his head, shrugging. "The least ridiculous lie I can come up within the next five minutes."

"Good luck with that," Dean teased and smiled when Henriksen gave him a  look. "Not to pressure you or anything, but what are you gonna do to us?"

"I'm gonna kill you. Dean, Sam and Delaney Winchester were in the chopper when it caught fire. Nothing's left. Can't even identify them with dental records," Henriksen informed with as best a smile he could offer them with a cut up lip. "Rest in peace, guys."

Delaney smiled back and shook Henriksen's hand along with Dean and Sam. Maybe this guy wasn't as bad as Delaney had once thought.

"Now get out of here."

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"Ow, Sammy," Delaney whined, pushing his hand away when he tried to place an ice pack on Delaney's black and blue-d side. She had a rough time sleeping from the soreness that took over her and Sam had been trying to get her to ice her side for the past ten minutes. However, every time he touched her side, it hurt too much.

"Stop squirming and it won't hurt as much, Delly," Sam sighed, pressing the ice pack against Delaney's side much to her protest and kept it there even when Delaney winced.

A sudden knock on the door alerted the three siblings and Dean rolled off the bed he had taken over to open the door, revealing Randy behind it who walked in and didn't look too happy.

"Turn on the news."

"Hello to you, too, Randall," Dean quipped and smirked at the demon, grabbing the remote and switching on the TV.

"The community is still reeling from the tragedy that happened just a few hours ago. Authorities believe a gas main ruptured, causing the massive explosion that ripped apart the police station and claimed the lives of everyone inside," the news reporter announced where she stood in front of the police station that was now blackened from smoke and fire and only half standing. 

"Among the deceased, at least six police officers and staff, including Sheriff Melvin Dood, Deputy Phil Amici, and secretary Nancy Fitzgerald. As we all three FBI agents, identified as Steven Groves, Calvin Reidy and Victor Henriksen. Two fugitives in custody were also killed. We'll continue to follow the story here at the scene, but for now, back to you, Jim."

Delaney stared at the TV in wide-eyed horror as Randy shut it off, crossing his arms as he leant against the dresser the TV sat on. "It must have happened after we left."

"Considering the size of the blast..." Randy trailed off, tossing a hex bag to each of the Winchesters. "Money is on that it was Lilith."

"What's in these?" Sam asked, tossing the hex bag between his hands as he tried to figure out what rustled inside.

"Something that'll protect you, throw Lilith off your trail - for the time being, at least," Randy explained.

Delaney fiddled with the little rope ties on the hex bag and offered Randy a grateful smile. "Thanks."

"Don't thank me. Lilith killed everyone. She slaughtered your precious little virgin, plus a half dozen other people. So, after your big speech about humanity and war, turn out your plan was the one with the body count," Randy snapped and Delaney felt the guilt course through her. Maybe she should have fought with Dean and just followed Randy after all. The thing that none of them wanted to happen... happened and it broke Delaney's heart. "Do you know how to fight a battle? You strike fast and you don't leave any survivors, so no one can go running to tell the boss. So, next time... we go with my plan."

Delaney flinched when Randy slammed the door behind him on his way out. She squeezed her eyes shut and fell back on the bed with a loud groan. 

And to think that the Winchesters' lives couldn't get any more complicated.

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

Oof that was a rollercoaster, aye? I shouldn't love Randy&Delaney, but I do even though I REALLY SHOULD NOT LOVE THEM BECAUSE THIS AIN'T GOOD. Writing them together just makes me more excited for book four/season four tbh. 

WE ARE DOWN TO THE FINAL FOUR (4) CHAPTERS OF BOOK THREE AND UGH I AM SO EXCITED FOR THEM, MAN. IT'S ABOUT TO GET REAL GOOD, PEEPS! I'M BOTH READY AND NOT READY AAHHH