Title: Wounds that Don't Heal
Summary: First in the long versions of the Hunters: Five Ways AU's.
Disclaimer: I wish.
Jack sat down at the bar and sipped cautiously from the beer placed in front of her, but not before sniffing at it first. Can't be too careful.
"You said you were looking for a demon." Dean made it a statement instead of a question.
"Yup." Jack answered shortly.
"Mind telling us why?" He asked licking his lips and picking at the label on his beer bottle to keep from strangling this infuriating woman.
"I think you know why." Jack told him looking at the worn bar top.
"What'd you say your name was?" Ash asked typing rapidly into his computer.
"Jack Fontenot." Jack answered.
"Any hits yet Ash?" Sam asked standing by Ash while he confirmed Jack's identity.
"Hold up." Ash said/
"Got it." Ash said triumphantly. His smile faded as he read the various news clippings and records that catalogued the tragedy of Jack's life.
She hated that. It was like having her pain slashed before strangers. But it had to be done.
"Dude," Ash turned to her after reading the Fontenot body count. "That sucks."
"It is what it is." Jack answered taking another pull from her drink. She wanted something stronger.
"Dean come here." Sam said staring fixedly at the pages in front of him. Dean looked at Jack and got up to read the information.
The first was a newspaper article about the tragic fire that claimed the lives of Thomas and Annabelle Fontenot. The only survivors were the husbands brother Christopher Fontenot and the couple's six month old daughter Jacqueline, rescued by said uncle. The fire started in the baby's nursery.
The next page was a police report of the unsolved murder of Christopher Fontenot three years ago. And then an old Amber Alert for Jack. And a small obit for her grandmother. She was the last.
Dean read the arson report from the night her parents died. The details were so shockingly similar to the one on their old house. Sam assumptions, same paper thin explanation that anyone who dug deep enough would question.
"Her age doesn't match the others." Dean pointed out low enough so he was only talking to Sam.
"Not all of it had to happen the same year." Sam reasoned.
"Do you think she knows she might have an ability?" Dean asked.
"Maybe, I don't know." Sam answered.
"How did you find out about the demon?" Sam asked Jack sitting down on the stool next to her. He was very aware of their audience and the fact that Dean would rather be doing this alone.
"You mind telling me what the hell is going on?" Ellen asked, frustrated at the half understood conversation going on in front of her.
"Its family business." Dean told her dismissively.
"Last I checked your dad didn't have a daughter so its not just family boy." Ellen said hands on her hips.
When the three people continued to stare at her in silence she leaned in close.
"If y'all think you're going to get your information and then leave us all in the dark, you're dead wrong. This is big and its bad and its coming or else your father wouldn't have dropped off the radar the way he did before he passed." Ellen said firmly, her patience wearing thinner by the second.
"She's right. It is coming." Jack said tugging on an end of her hair.
"And we aren't the only ones involved."Sam said pointedly to Dean.
"Fuck." Dean muttered sitting down again, running his hands through his hair.
"You know that right?" Sam asked Jack. "That this thing has killed dozens of families maybe more. Always on the kids six month birthday."
"Didn't know that." Jack replied. "All I know is a demon killed my parents and it wants me. And that a man named Winchester was hunting that same demon down."
"How'd you know about our dad?" Sam asked her.
"Word on the street." Jack said.
Ellen cleared her throat.
"What's this demon want with you guys?" She demanded.
"We don't know." Dean answered. "It goes after people like Sam and so far they all have…"
"An ability, a psychic ability." Sam picked up where he left off. He looked questioningly at Jack and she nodded.
"Are they dangerous?" Ellen asked him.
"Some are." Sam told her.
"What can you do?" He asked.
"No go." Jack said shaking her head.
"What? Why?" Sam asked.
"Because even if we have this in common, I'm still alone in this." Jack told him. She was fully prepared for that. To be the outcast even among freaks.
"None of us has to be alone in this." Sam said softly.
"You don't know what I can do." Jack said.
"Are you dangerous?" Ellen asked her.
"Yes." Jack answered truthfully.
Sam saw an instantaneous look of loneliness and sadness as powerful as it was brief and felt a stab of pity for the girl.
"Trust me." Sam implored. "Trust us."
"Walk can you do?" Jack asked hotly turning the question on him.
"He has visions." Dean spoke up from behind Sam.
"That sucks." Jack said sympathetically.
"That's so cool." Jo saw with just a little bit of awe, showing t hat she really didn't know much about psychic abilities.
"You got a thing or three to learn, kid." Jack said to Jo with a condescending smirk.
"Jo, go get that case of beer from the back." Ellen said.
"I already did." Jo said pointing to said case on the floor by her mother's feet.
"Go get another one. Now." Ellen ordered giving to room for arguments. Jo huffed and stomped into the back room, out of ear shot.
"Cute kid. They grow up so fast." Jack said.
"Watch your mouth when you're talking about my daughter." Ellen warned.
"If you're so dangerous how do we know we can trust you?" Dean asked her.
"Don't I look trust worthy to you?" Jack asked smiling wide.
"You have the least trust worthy smile of anyone I've ever met." Dean replied dryly.
"I think that honor goes to you actually, Dean." Sam said.
"Are you going to tell us what you can do or not? Cause Ash aint gonna help you if not." Ellen interrupted.
"Isn't that up to Ash?" Jack challenged.
"No." Ellen replied.
"Alright, alright." Jack took a deep breath.
"I can eat a 42 ounce steak in under half an hour." Jack deadpanned. Ash's snort quickly turned into a cough at the dirty look Ellen sent his way. Dean's lips quirked up in a smile.
"Why don't you want us to know what you can do?" Sam asked her seriously. He looked frustrated and hurt.
"You don't want to know. It'll only make things harder." Jack told him feeling awkward.
"How the hell can things be worse?! My dad's dead, a demon is hunting me, and-" Sam cut off mid-rant.
Jack looked down at her hands. Chris told her to never tell people what she could do unless she could help it. Too much of a stigma. Why'd the damn man have to look so defeated though?
"It never stops sucking does i?" She said mostly to herself. She laughed mirthlessly. "Especially when-"
She cupped her hands together to contain the flame she called like air to her lungs. Sam stumbled backwards and suddenly no one was within the five foot radius around her. Alone, as usual, she thought blowing the fire out.
"Told ya so." Jack said smirking.
Jack stayed in one the rooms at the Road House and Sam and Dean stayed in the other. The brother's had kept a careful distance from her the rest of the night till she retreated to the room. Almost everyone kept their distance from her after that display of power. She would have left but Ash was busy compiling info for her. She was almost tempted take up his offer for a few comfort hits from his bong in his room but she needed to keep her head clear.
Jack was so bone tired that after laying down her own protection sigils(like hell she was going to make do with the ones already in the room. This wasn't the minor leagues), she fell down on the bed and fell asleep, dreaming nightmares her worst enemy wouldn't touch. And that was saying a lot.
"Why are we still here? The car is still waiting at Bobby's." Dean s aid angrily flopping down on the bed.
"Dean, we just found another one of the demon's victims. We can't just leave." Sam said obviously.
"Why the hell not? We can't do anything. We don't know much than what we told her in the bar. And besides, that power creeps me the hell out." Dean said honestly. They'd spent most of the rest of the afternoon in a corner telling Jack what little they knew about the demon.
"Me too." Sam admitted reluctantly. It really wasn't fair but he was afraid just thinking about it.
"That kind of power in the hands of the wrong person will be a fucking disaster." Dean mumbled.
"She's not bad." Sam said.
"How do we know?" Dean asked.
"Because…I just know." Sam said annoyed.
"Okay, then that kind of power in the hands of a kid is a fucking disaster." Dean amended looking over at Sam.
"I think that 'kid' has more control than I do." Sam snorted.
"I want to finish fixing my car, Sam." Dean said sitting up after a few seconds.
"Then why don't you go back to Bobby's and I'll meet you there." Sam exploded.
"Like hell I am." Dean muttered and settled back down against the mattress while Sam paced the room.