Henry got into the car and sat down.
"There was this annoying demon," he said, brushing a bit of ash off his sleeve. "Messed with everyone's heads, turned them into rabid dogs, then disappeared." He could already guess what it was—definitely one of the Seven Deadly Sins.
He leaned back slightly.
"And then the bus flipped," he added. "I got caught in it."
All three of them looked at him.
Dean stared for a second, then shook his head. "Of course you did," he said, like this was somehow expected. "You leave for a couple days and come back bringing a whole disaster with you."
Sam didn't react the same way. He was watching Henry more carefully. "You said it got into people's heads," he said. "Same thing we're seeing here."
Henry nodded. "Yeah. It doesn't need to possess. Just pushes them enough and lets them tear each other apart."
Bobby leaned forward slightly from the back seat, eyes narrowing. "That lines up too clean," he said. "Same pattern, different place. That ain't random."
Dean glanced toward the bar again, then back at Henry. "So you're telling me we're dealing with more than one of these things now."
"So should we storm in?" Dean asked, eyes fixed on the bar, already leaning toward the direct option.
"No," Sam said, shaking his head. "We wait. He comes out, we take him outside. Less risk, fewer civilians."
Henry agreed. Going in blind wasn't smart—especially when he already knew what was inside: the Seven Deadly Sins demons. If they rushed in like that, they'd get torn apart, and he wasn't even at full power right now.
Dean exhaled, settling back slightly but still watching the entrance. "Fine. We wait," he said, though it wasn't his preferred plan.
Then a voice came from the side.
"Wait for who?"
Dean turned his head.
A woman stood near the car, leaning slightly toward the window, like she'd been listening longer than she should have.
Dean straightened a bit. "Uh… I'm not—" he started, already slipping into a cover story.
He didn't get to finish.
The woman's expression changed.
Her eyes turned black.
Before anyone could react, she grabbed the car door and ripped it clean off the hinges, metal tearing with a sharp screech as she threw it aside like it weighed nothing.
"Son of a—"
She reached in, grabbed Dean by the front of his jacket, and yanked him out of the seat. The motion was fast and violent, giving him no time to brace before she slammed him into the ground hard enough to knock the air out of him.
Sam was already moving.
"Dean!" he shouted, pushing the door open as he came around the car.
Bobby reached for his weapon in the back, cursing under his breath. "Demon!"
The moment he said it, two more appeared—one closing in on Sam's side, the other stepping toward Henry as they got out of the car.
Henry didn't give his one a second.
He stepped in and drove his fist straight into the demon's face.
The impact cracked sharp, and sparks jumped across the skin like something underneath reacted to the hit.
The demon staggered back, more surprised than hurt at first.
"What the hell are you wearing?" the fat man said, his tone shifting as he touched his face. "That… that hurt the meat suit."
Henry flexed his hand once, eyes steady. "Yeah," he said. "That's the point."
The demon lunged—
Henry moved first.
A sharp kick drove into its midsection, folding it forward. Before it could recover, Henry stepped in tight, his hand snapping forward in a knife-like thrust straight into its chest.
The sigil-enhanced strike connected.
The demon's body jolted.
Yellow sparks spread across its form, like something underneath was tearing apart from the inside.
It convulsed once, then dropped, the host body collapsing as the presence inside it broke.
***
On Sam's side, things were rougher.
The second demon slammed him back against the car, driving a fist into his ribs before he could fully react.
Sam gritted his teeth, trying to push back, but the demon pressed in again.
Bobby moved fast, already pulling a flask.
"Hey!" Bobby shouted, splashing holy water straight into the demon's face.
The demon screamed, stumbling back as smoke rose from its skin.
Sam didn't waste it.
He stepped forward, voice steady despite the hit.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus—"
The demon tried to move again, but Bobby kept pressure, forcing it off balance.
Sam continued without pause. "Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii—"
The demon's eyes flared, body locking as the words took hold.
"Ergo, draco maledicte, et omnis legio diabolica—"
The host convulsed—
Black smoke tore out of its mouth, rising fast into the air before disappearing into the night.
The body dropped.
Dean wasn't getting that clean a fight.
The woman had him by the collar again, slamming him back into the car hard enough to dent it.
"Why don't we skip the fight," she said, voice smooth, stepping closer. "Find somewhere private, enjoy ourselves before I kill you."
Dean coughed once, then smirked despite it. "Yeah… I'm gonna pass," he said. "You're not really my type."
She smiled wider—
Dean moved.
He drove his knee up into her stomach, forcing her back just enough to break her grip, then swung his arm, bringing a blade across.
The demon caught his wrist.
Still stronger.
"Cute," she said.
Dean's other hand moved—
Holy water straight to the face.
She screamed, recoiling as the liquid burned, smoke rising from her skin.
Dean stepped back, breathing harder now. "Yeah," he muttered, resetting his stance. "Let's stick to violence."
*****
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