Welcome to the new story. This was an anonymous prompt on the Oh Sam comment meme that I claimed and got a little carried away with.

Jenjoremy has agreed to juggle three stories at once by beta'ing this for me, so massive kudos to her, and Gredelina1 has supported and encouraged throughout. Thank you ladies.

Hope you enjoy.


Prologue

Jack stood outside the door, listening to Sam and Dean's conversation—though was conversation the right word for this amount of anger? He didn't know; he wasn't gifted enough in the facets of human words and emotions yet to understand exactly what was going on between the brothers. He was still grappling to make sense of what he himself felt most of the time.

Sam was definitely angry though. "I didn't 'end bad'. When I was the freak, when I was drinking demon blood."

Jack's eyes widened. Demon blood! Sam had said he understood what it felt like to have darkness inside, but was this what he meant? Demon blood? What could have happened to him to make him do that?

"Come on man, that's totally different," Dean said.

"Was it? Because you could've put a bullet in me. Dad told you to put a bullet in me, but you didn't! You saved me! So help me save him!"

Sam sounded passionate, as if saving Jack was something more than what he merely wanted; it sounded as though it was something he needed. Jack didn't understand the warm feeling in his chest. He hadn't felt it before, but he liked it and wanted to feel it again. He wanted to ask Sam what it meant, and he wanted to thank him for being willing to save him when even Jack himself wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do.

"You deserved to be saved, he doesn't!" Dean said, a growl in his voice.

"Yes, he does, Dean, of course he does!"

Dean voice became harsh, accusing. Jack frowned as he listened. "Look I know you think that you can use him as some sort of an interdimensional can-opener and that's fine, but don't act like you care about him! Because you only care about what he can do for you! So if you want to pretend, that's fine! But me? I can hardly look at the kid! Because when I do, all I see is everybody we've lost!"

Jack took an involuntary step back, distancing himself from the words. Sam wanted to use him? He had said it was because he understood what Jack felt, the fear he had for his fate. He said Jack wasn't evil. After hearing Dean's certainty that he was, Jack had clung to what Sam had said as proof that he wasn't doomed.

But he wanted him to be some 'can-opener'? What did that even mean? What could Sam want him to do? He would do it. If it meant he wasn't evil, he would do anything Sam asked. But he didn't understand.

His thoughts tangled, and he tried to calm them, but it didn't work. He felt the warmth in his chest change into an ache and then a searing pain. It was as if there was something alive in him. He had felt it before, when Asmodeus had been using him to open the rift to set those creatures free. He tried to push it out of himself, force it away as he called over the voices he could hear in the library. "Sam! I need help." He didn't know what Dean meant, what he had accused Sam of, but he was the only one Jack thought he could trust even a little. "Sam!"

There was the sound of racing footsteps and Sam skidded into the hall. He looked guilty at first, as if he knew Jack had been listening to what they were saying, but it quickly changed to concern as he saw Jack's hands shaking at his sides.

"Shit," Dean said, arriving on his heels.

"Easy, take a breath," Sam said, raising his hands and fixing his eyes on Jack. "Just calm down. Tell me what's happening."

"I feel this pain," he said. "It's like before, with Asmodeus."

Sam paled and said, "You have to calm down, Jack! You can't do open that rift again, understand? It's dangerous."

"What do I do?" he asked.

"Let it go. Take what you're feeling in your chest and breathe it out."

Dean watched Jack, face angry and eyes tight, and it made the pain in Jack's chest sear harder. He tried to take control, to push what it was out, and he felt the heat and pain rise in his throat and pass through his lips. It escaped him as a golden light. It ebbed and flowed in the air, drifting toward Sam.

Dean yanked his brother back, and Sam stumbled, his eyes wide as they fixated on the light as it grew and lengthened.

"What's happening?" Jack asked nervously.

"You've screwed up, that's what!" Dean accused.

"Shut up, Dean," Sam snapped.

The light thinned and lengthened until it was touching the floor and creeping up to the ceiling. It was a pale gold and it filled Jack with a sense of foreboding.

"Dean…" Sam breathed. "Mom!"

"No!" Dean said harshly. "It's a trap. It's him trying to stick you there, too."

The light spread like a door and a barren wasteland was revealed through it. The air looked dusty and grey.

Sam lurched towards it, but Dean dragged him back. "No!" he shouted.

"This is it, Dean!" Sam said desperately. "We can get her back."

Dean looked torn. His eyes moved between the wasteland through the hole and Sam's face. He shook his head briskly, pointed an accusing finger at Jack, and said, "Watch him, Sam! Do not let him close it!" His hand on Sam's arm tightened for a moment and then he released him and rushed at the hole, slipping through.

"Dean!" Sam bellowed.

For a moment Jack thought Sam was going to jump through the hole, too, and then he rounded on Jack.

"Don't let it close, Jack!" he said. "You have to keep it open till they're back. Focus only on holding it open. Just like a door."

"But I don't know what I'm doing!" Jack said, desperate to do as Sam asked, terrified he would let him down.

"Focus." Sam's eyes darted between Jack's face and the hole, and he shifted onto the balls of his feet, seeming to be fighting the urge to jump through still.

Jack stared at the hole and tried to will it to stay open. He wasn't sure if he had any control over it, it felt like it was separate to him, but he tried his best to concentrate on it. He breathed out a quick breath and more gold light passed his lips.

"Sam?" he said. "Look."

Sam's eyes moved to the light as it lengthened and spread. "It's okay," he said. "Don't look at that one. Just focus on this. Do nothing but keep that door open until they're back."

Jack nodded. He wasn't sure whether Sam really did like him or just needed him now, but he knew that Sam had faith in him and he had to do what he said. He couldn't let Dean be taken away from him.

"Come on, Dean. Find her." Sam whispered.

Jack's hands shook harder and he tried to hold his breath for fear of letting more of that light escape him and open another door.

It seemed to last forever, and Jack was exhausted by the effort, but Sam suddenly cried out in shock as something reached through the second door and grabbed his wrist. He was yanked toward the light, and as Jack shouted his name, exhaustion forgotten, he was pulled through it. Jack started toward the him, not sure whether to follow or try to pull him back, and then he remembered what Sam had said: Do nothing but keep that door open until they're back.

Was it right to listen though? Sam hadn't known what would happen to him when he said that. He'd been only worried about Dean being safe. The hesitance was what took the decision from him. He was bowled back as two people burst out of the wasteland and fell to the floor as the hole thinned and then sealed closed behind them.

"No!" Jack gasped as the second door began to close, too. He rushed towards it, not sure of what to do, but he wasn't fast enough. He reached it just as the light blinked out.

There was a moment of silence and then he turned to the two people that had appeared. It was Dean and a woman he didn't know.

Dean got to his feet and then helped the woman up. He looked around, his face happier than Jack had ever seen it; he'd not actually imagined that Dean was even capable of smiling that widely. The woman looked around. She was coated with dust and her clothes were travel-worn.

"Look who's here, Sammy," Dean said, looking around him. His smile became a frown. "Where's Sam?"

Jack swallowed hard, scared to tell Dean what had happened. "I don't know."


So... What do you think? Sound like another journey you want to take with me?

Until next time...

Clowns or Midgets xxx