Extra long chapter, with lots of drama. Sorry I haven't updated! Nursing schools a bitch! Love you guys!
P.s. The next chapter will be an original
Disclaimer: I own Alexis and Dylan.
Chapter Eighty Two
This was quickly becoming the longest night of my life. Dean was deathly silent in the car. I hadn't answered his questions yet
"What did he mean they intervened with you," Dean sated. "What did he tell you earlier?"
I sighed. "He told me about what happened the night mom died," I began.
"Well that's stupid we already know that," Dean replied, rolling his eyes. "I'm telling you Lex, Sam is really freaking me out. I don't know what happened when I was gone but – but I don't like it."
I didn't really say anything about that. Dean didn't usually vent to me, which told me that he was going crazy. If Dean couldn't hold in his emotions he had way too much going on. I was more worried about that fact than whatever Sam was up to. Because when Dean was this emotional things were going to get crazy.
We pulled up to 425 Waterman. It was an abandoned factory. The walls looked like they might cave in at any second, decaying until you could see the support beams. I shivered. Something felt very, very wrong. "You really think he's in there?" I asked, looking around.
"I don't think an angel with an agenda would lie about it," Dean replied, getting out of the Impala. "You take flank."
I stopped in my tracks. "You act like we're about to get attacked."
Dean glanced at me. "Just stay behind me, ok?"
"Ok," I agreed, taking flank. He was really starting to worry me. I felt like he was expecting the worst.
We went into the warehouse and I heard Sam. He wasn't very well hidden in this building. He obviously did not expect us to show up here. I was about to just walk out towards him but Dean stopped me. I looked up at him, but his eyes were on Sam.
A man was tied to a chair. I was pretty sure he was possessed by a demon. There was a devil's trap spray painted on the floor. Sam paced in front of him, Ruby standing in the shadows. Dean's eyes were glued on Sam.
"What's going on?" I whispered.
"Hell if I know," Dean remarked. "I was dead for four months."
Sam moved forward, confronting the demon. "Where's Lilith?" Sam demanded, leaning towards the demon.
"Kiss my ass," he scoffed, his eyes going black.
Sam smirked. "I'd watch myself if I were you."
"Why? Huh? Because you're Sam Winchester, Mr. Big Hero?" he laughed. "And yet here you are, slutting around with some demon. Real hero."
Sam tensed. "Shut your mouth."
"Tell me about those months without your brother," the demon went on. Apparently he knew all the buttons to push. "About all the things you and this demon bitch do in the dark."
I saw Ruby shift. "Huh? Tell me, hero," the demon taunted.
Sam was silent. I knew exactly what was going to happen next. His feet planted on the floor, he tensed every muscle, focused on the demon. His eyes went from open, to closed, to open again. He didn't seem to have to try as hard this time. This time it came naturally.
The black smoke poured out of the demon and Sam started to breath heavier. It was over a lot faster than the last time. Dean stood there next to me in shock from it all. I couldn't even believe that this was happening to be honest. It was like a dream.
The man fell unconscious. Sam checked for a pulse. "How'd it feel?" Ruby asked, smiling at Sam from behind.
"Good," Sam replied, like he had just taken a shower instead of something supernatural. "No more headaches."
Dean moved beside me. "What are you doing?" I asked.
I could feel the anger coming off of him. "C'mon," he said, pulling me with him. He stepped out from behind the doorway and stared at Sam.
"So... Anything you wanna tell me, Sam?" Dean asked. The vein in his head was throbbing. I stood awkwardly behind him, trying to stop myself from doing anything that would give away that I'd seen this before.
"Dean, hold on, okay?" Sam said, putting his hands up. "Just let me-"
"You gonna say, "let me explain"?" Dean asked. "You're gonna explain this?"
"Sam, this was really stupid," I began. "When I saw you two months ago I – "
"You knew?" Dean demanded, looking at me. He was spitting fire at this point. "You knew he was…he was…and you didn't tell me!?"
"I didn't think he was still doing it," I replied, looking up at Sam.
Dean put his face in his hands. "How about this?" he asked, pointing to Ruby. "Why don't you start with who she is, and what the hell is she doing here?"
Ruby stepped forward and smiled at him. "It's good to see you again, Dean."
"Shut up, Ruby," I remarked. I was still staring at Sam. He was going to take the brunt of this, I knew it.
"Ruby?" Dean asked, not smiling back. "How'd you know that?" He looked to me. I kept my eyes on Sam.
After a moment of contemplating, Dean grabbed her and shoved her up against the wall angrily. He pulled out the demon knife.
Sam grabbed his hand. "Don't!" he yelled. The struggled over the knife, but Sam won the battle. Dean threw Sam up against the wall instead.
"Dean, stop it!" I yelled, frustrated. Why couldn't we ever just have a conversation in this family.
Ruby grabbed Dean and whipped him so that his back was to the wall. I ran for her but Sam grabbed my arms, pinning me to him.
"Ruby! Stop it!" Sam stated. She glared at Dean for another moment before letting go.
"Well, aren't you an obedient little bitch?" Dean retorted.
She was fuming now as well. "Ruby," Sam said, as I wrestled myself out of his grip. "Ruby, he's hurt." She looked from Sam to the man. "Go." He urged.
She put the man over her shoulder and started walking out. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" Dean asked.
"The ER... unless you want to go another round first." She walked right past him out the door.
Dean looked at Sam. "Dean," he sighed. Dean turned around and walked out, leaving me with Sam. "Dean!" Sam called again.
"Let him go," I stated, stopping him from following. "Just let him go."
With Dean gone, Sam and I were forced to go back to the motel room together. "This is all your fault," I remarked.
He tensed. "I didn't mean for him to find out like this."
"That's not what I meant, idiot," I stated, coldly. "You just had to get revenge, you left me, you decided to become more of a freak, and now we're here." I paused. "What the hell, Sam?"
"You're telling me you don't want revenge on Lilith?" he demanded. "Because you sure as hell did when Dean was dead."
"No, Sam," I replied. "That was you. I was perfectly fine with letting that bitch go."
"Oh really?" he demanded. "Then why did Dylan tell me you were working on your powers too."
Now it was my turn to tense up. "You're talking to Dylan?" I asked, angrily. "Wow, way to invade my privacy."
"Oh stop sounding like a teenage girl," Sam complained.
I glared at him. "I am a teenage girl, thank you."
There was tense silence for the rest of the car ride back. We got back to the motel room and I collapsed on the bed. "Look," I said, sitting up. "Regardless of who did what Dean's going to kill us." I paused. "I get playing around with this stuff after Dean was gone. We were desperate, I get that. But he's back Sam. C'mon, what were you thinking?"
"I was just trying to figure this out," Sam stated, shaking his head. "We both were."
"Yeah, except mine didn't involve demons," I scoffed. I thought for a second. "Apparently I'm swinging from the other side."
Sam frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Angel," I stated, like it was a dirty word. "I'm have angel in me."
Sam stared at me like I was speaking another language. "You're what? How?"
"Does it look like I know?" I asked, shaking my head. "Cas just told me last night."
Sam sighed. "Wow."
We were silent after that until the sun came up. Sam took a shower, I took a nap. I half wondered where Dean was. He would be back. He had to come back, right?
Sam sat at the table reading some dumb book. I heard the roar of the impala pull up in front of our door. I turned the tv off and looked at Sam.
Dean came back into the room. He slammed the door shut behind him and went right over to his bag, which was next to me.
"Dean, what are you doing?" I asked, as he took his bag. He threw his clothes from the closet into the bag, hangers and everything.
Sam stood up. "What, are you, are you leaving?" he asked.
"You two don't need me. You and Ruby go fight demons," he stated, going for the door.
Sam stood in front of him, blocking him. "Hold on. Dean, come on, man," Sam said as Dean pushed his way around him.
Dean dropped his bag and punched Sam square in the jaw. Sam was knocked back by the force. I got up. "Hey!" I yelled.
Sam's lip was bleeding. "You satisfied?" he asked.
He immediately threw another punch. Sam wiped the blood off his lip. "I guess not."
I stepped between them. Dean looked like he was going to punch me too. "I know we deserve it, but stop," I pleaded.
"Do you even know how far off the reservation you've gone? How far from normal? From human?" Dean demanded, looking right at Sam. It was like I was invisible to him I swear.
"I'm just exorcising demons," Sam explained.
"With your mind!" He screamed back. "What else can you do?"
"I can send them back to hell. It only works with demons, and that's it," Sam said quickly.
Dean pushed me out of the way and shoved Sam backwards. "What else can you do?!" he asked again, almost desperately.
"I told you!" Sam said again. He looked to me. "Why don't you focus on your sister who's apparently an angel!"
I glared at Sam. "Sam, shut up."
"Oh yeah very funny," Dean scoffed. "I know she's not perfect ok, this isn't a contest."
"No Dean," Sam repeated. "Cas told her. She's literally part angel."
Dean looked lost for a moment and looked at me. "That's what he told you last night?" he asked, stepping towards me. I instinctively took a step back. "Why didn't you tell me when I asked? What the hell Alexis?"
"We were a little busy," I remarked, looking back at Sam. "Remember, he's the one exercising people with his MIND."
"She worked on her powers too," Sam spoke up. "Dylan told me. They did stuff while you were gone."
"At least MY POWERS AREN'T FROM HELL!" I yelled.
"Would you two shut the fuck up!" Dean yelled at us.
Sam and I grew silent. Sam sighed. "Look, I should have said something." Dean turned around, no longer facing us. "I'm sorry, Dean. I am. But try to see the other side here."
Dean spun back around. "The other side?" he questioned.
"I'm pulling demons out of innocent people," Sam answered.
Dean groaned inwardly. "Use the knife!"
"The knife kills the victim!" Sam urged. "What I do, most of them survive! Look, I've saved more people in the last five months than we save in a year."
"That what Ruby want you to think? Huh?" Dean asked. "Kind of like the way she tricked you into using your powers?" He shook his head. "Slippery slope, brother. Just wait and see. Because it's gonna get darker and darker, and God knows where it ends."
"I'm not gonna let it go too far," Sam stated.
Dean smiled slightly and walked over to the wall. He smacked the lamp on the table, making it fly into the opposite wall and shatter into a million pieces. He turned back to Sam. "It's already gone too far, Sam. If I didn't you know... I would wanna hunt you. And so would other hunters."
"You were gone. I was here. I had to keep on fighting without you," Sam tried to reason. I kind of wished that he would just shut up. "And what I'm doing... It works."
"Well, tell me. If it's so terrific... then why'd you lie about it to me?" Dean asked.
Sam looked down at the floor. He knew. We all knew.
"Why did an angel tell me to stop you?"Dean asked.
Sam looked up at that. "What?"
"Cas said that if I don't stop you, he will," Dean stated. "See what that means, Sam? That means that God doesn't want you doing this. So, are you just gonna stand there and tell me everything is all good?"
Sam's phone rang. He pinched the bridge of his nose to collect himself. "Hello?" he asked. "Travis. Yeah, hey. Uh….It's good to hear your voice, too, yeah. Um, look, it's not a really good time right now. It's-Yeah, okay. Uh, well, just give me the details, and, uh…Carthage, Missouri." Sam wrote down some sort of information on the bedside table's notepad. "Looking for Jack Montgomery." There was a pause. "Ok yeah." He hung up and looked at me and Dean.
"That was Travis," Sam stated.
"Yeah," Dean scoffed. "I got that. What did he want?"
"He's got a case for us. Wants us to watch a Jack Montgomery in Carthage, Missouri," Sam explained.
"Ok," Dean said, grabbing his bag.
"Wait," I said, putting my hand up. "We're really just going to drop all this and go to a hunt. Seriously."
Dean said nothing and walked out the door. "Ok, awesome," I replied, grabbing my own bag. "That's cool."
We all piled back into the Impala and took off. I chilled in the backseat, trying to not think about anything. So far this wasn't working too well. Dean was recounting what he and I had went through last night due to Cas. It was crazy to think that I had interacted with my own mother.
"I can't believe it," Sam stated. "Mom, a hunter?"
"I wouldn't have believed it either if I hadn't seen it myself," Dean replied, shaking his head. "That woman could kick some ass. I mean, she almost took me down…the only other woman I know who can do that is ankle-biter back there."
"And don't you forget it," I remarked.
"How'd she look? I mean... was she happy?" Sam asked.
Dean actually smiled. "Yeah, she was awesome. Funny and smart. So hopeful." He glanced at Sam. "Dad, too. Until of course..." Sam sighed. "What?"
"Nothing," Sam remarked. "It's just, our parents. And now we find out our grandparents too? Our whole family murdered and for what? So Yellow Eyes could get in my nursery and bleed in my mouth?"
Dean looked confused for a moment. "Sam, I never said anything about demon blood." Sam and I exchanged a look for a split second. "You two knew about that?"
Sam didn't answer. I sighed. "Yeah, for about a year."
Dean looked defeated. "A whole year?"
"I should have told you. I'm sorry," Sam replied.
"You've been saying that a lot lately, Sam," Dean countered. "But whatever. You don't want to tell me, you don't have to. It's fine."
Sam looked hurt. "Dean." Dean kept his eyes on the road. "Whatever," Sam sighed.
Dean glanced in the rearview at me. "Ok," he said, shifting in his seat. "Your turn."
"My turn to what?" I asked, frowning.
"What did Cas tell you exactly," Dean stated. "I want exact details."
"He showed me a bunch of memories," I began. "It was like I was watching them happen. He showed me times when my powers acted up. Like that one time that I healed my arm, or uh, exorcised that demon."
"Ok," Dean said, wanting me to go on.
"And then he showed me the night mom died," I added. "There was like, this flash of light? At first I couldn't see it but then…it was an angel Dean. He was there for only a second, and it looked like he…I don't know touched me? Then yellow eyes showed up, seemed mad and…well you know."
"And Cas said you have angel in you?" Dean stated. "That's…"
"Creepy," Sam stated.
"Yeah," Dean agreed.
"Shut up, Sam, you have no room to talk," I argued.
"And what is this about you working on your powers?" Dean asked. "You said you wouldn't."
"Yeah well," I sighed. "Like Sam said, I got desperate. But I stopped messing with it, I swear. It was too much."
"Huh," Dean huffed. "That everything you want to tell me?"
I thought about the voices that were in my head. I was dealing with them a little better. They were more like a constant dull roar instead of a scream. I thought about Dylan and how we were together but not together. I hadn't heard from him since Dean had locked me in the bathroom. I hadn't even called him. Funny how things slipped through the cracks. I thought about the pills that were in my bag right now, waiting.
"Yeah," I stated. "Yeah that's everything."
"I need to make a phone call," I remarked, getting up from my seat at the table. We stopped at a diner before we were heading to where Travis was sending us.
"To who?" Dean demanded.
"None of your business," I stated. He grabbed my arm. "Dylan," I stated. I wrenched my arm out of his grip. "Can I go now?"
He didn't answer me, so I walked away. I dialed his number. "Hey," he greeted. "What's going on? You haven't talked to me in days."
"Are you trying to tell me you miss me?" I asked, smirking.
"Maybe," he replied. "Did you miss me?"
"Only a little bit," I laughed. "How's your sister?"
"Living," he sighed. "Busy."
"What's been going on with you?" he asked.
I thought for a moment. "Too much to say over the phone," I replied. "Look, when are you coming back?"
"Soon, I think," Dylan replied. "Are you ok?"
"I don't think so," I answered honestly.
"You're the only person I know who can get through anything," he stated, sounding earnest. "Be safe, ok?"
"Ok," I replied. I looked behind me, where Dean was shooing me daggers with his eyes. "I got to go, Dean's staring at me."
He laughed. "I'll call you."
"Thank you," I replied, and hung up.
I was getting really sick of being in this car with my brothers. We weren't exactly on the best of terms and being stuck together isn't easy when Dean is pissed off and Sam is moody. Apparently though we had to check on this Jack guy because he was going to go crazy at some point. So far, this was really dumb.
"Are you sure that's him?" Dean asked, looking into the house with binoculars. He was rummaging through the fridge.
"Only Jack Montgomery in town," Sam replied.
"And we're looking for...?" I questioned, stealing Dean's binoculars.
"Travis said to keep an eye out for anything weird," Sam explained.
"Yeah," Sam nodded.
"Alright, well, yeah, I've seen big weird, little weird, weird with crazy on top," Dean stated. "But this guy? I mean, come on, this guy's boring."
"I don't know, Dean," Sam stated. "Travis seemed pretty sure."
"Um guys," I said, giving Dean back his binoculars. "We don't even know Travis. He was one of dad's old contacts. I mean, we haven't seen him since I was like five."
"Sam look," Dean said, motioning towards the house. Even from this far away I could see that this Jack Montgomery guy was full on eating raw meat from the package. My eyes widened. "OK yeah that's, uh, that's –."
"I'd say that qualifies as weird," Sam cut me off.
We watched Jack for a few more hours until the lights went off inside the house. "Anyone have any idea what's going on?" I questioned, on the drive back to the motel. "Because I'm really confused."
"I think we should stop for a late night snack," Dean remarked, completely ignoring my question.
"Dean, its like one in the morning," Sam complained. "It's been a long day."
"Fine," Dean complained. "Way to ruin a man's mood guys."
I wondered why the hell Dean wanted to stay out so late when he had already been up the entire night before. He was having worse nightmares than I thought.
We went to sleep with me sharing a bed with Sam. I wanted to keep my distance from Dean. He was hiding it well, but he was still pissed at us. I think he just didn't know what to do about it yet. Technically I hadn't done anything wrong…except lying to his face a few times. But it wasn't like he hadn't done the same thing to me to protect me.
I couldn't sleep. My brain almost felt like it was going to combust. I wanted to get out of bed, give Dean the pill in my bag, tell him everything that I held back earlier, and for him to tell me it was alright, he trusted me and we were going to be ok.
A silent tear ran down my cheek. Yeah, like that was going to happen.
Morning came fast this night. We all went out for breakfast at the diner that Dean had wanted to stop at the other night. Not one of us spoke.
This was going to kill all of us.
We went back to the motel room to regroup and figure out what was supposed to be going on. Sam stopped in front of me and I ran into his back. "What?" I asked, pushing him. I peered around him and saw Travis sitting at our table.
Sam smiled. "Travis," he greeted.
Dean nudged Sam on the chest. "See, Sam. Told you we should have hid the beer."
Travis got up and smiled. "Smartass," he scolded, pulling Dean in for a hug. "Get over here." They hugged and Travis laughed. "Ahh, good to see you."
"You too," Dean remarked.
"Good to see you," Travis said to me and Sam, pulling us into a joint hug. It made me uncomfortable to be honest. I hadn't seen this man since I was really little.
"You too, Travis," Sam replied.
"Man, you got tall, kid," Travis stated, laughing at Sam's giant status. "How long has it been?"
"Ah, gotta be 10 years," Sam stated, shaking his head.
"You still a.. oh, what was it... a mathlete?" Travis asked.
Sam scoffed a little. "No."
Dean cut him off. "Yep, sure is."
"Been too long, guys," Travis went on. "I mean, look at you boys. Grown men. Alexis, a young lady. John would have been damn proud of you. Sticking together like this."
"Yeah," Dean agreed, looking at me and Sam. "Yeah, we're as thick as thieves. Nothing more important than family."
I glanced to Sam who looked as uncomfortable as I did.
"Sorry I'm late for the dance," Travis apologized. He sat back down at the table with Dean while Sam and I took to the beds. "Thanks for helping out an old man. I'm a little, uh, shorthanded." He put his right arm on the table showing us his cast. "So, you track down Montgomery?" he asked.
"Yeah, we found him at his home," Sam asked.
Travis nodded. "And?"
"Well, he had a hell of a case of the munchies, topped off with a burger he forgot to cook," Dean added.
Travis sighed. "That's him alright."
"Sorry but uh," I asked. "What's him?"
"Winchesters, we got a rougarou on our hands," Travis announced.
"A rougarou?" I asked, looking to Sam or Dean for help. "Is that made up?"
Dean nodded. "That sounds made up."
Travis sighed. "They're mean, nasty little suckers. Rotted teeth, wormy skin, the works."
"Well, that ain't this guy," Dean said, "I mean, he was wearing a cellphone on his belt."
"He'll turn ugly soon enough. They start out human, for all intents and purposes," Travis explained.
"So, what? They go through some kind of metamorphosis?" Sam asked.
"Nice word, Sam," I said, rolling my eyes.
"No he's right," Travis responded. "Yep, like a maggot turning into a bull fly." He sighed, almost like this next part was painful. "But most of all-they're hungry."
Dean frowned. "Hungry for what?"
"At first, for everything, but then... for long pig,"
Sam exhaled sharply. I looked towards him. "Long pig?" I questioned.
"He means human flesh," Sam replied, shaking his head.
Dean smirked. "And that is my word of the day." I hated when Dean got a word of the day.
"Hunger grows in -till they can't fight it," Travis went on. "Till they got to take themselves a big, juicy chomp, and then it happens."
"What happens?" Sam asked, sounding worried.
"They transform completely and fast," Travis replied. "One bite's all it takes. Eyes, teeth, skin; all turns. No going back either. They feed once, they're a monster forever. And our man Jack's headed there on a bullet train."
Dean looked confused. "Well, how'd you find this guy if he's a walking, talking human?" he asked.
"Let's just say it runs in his family," Travis stated.
"You mean, uh..." I wondered aloud.
"Killed his daddy back in '78," Travis replied. "Son of a bitch mangled 8 bodies before I put him down. Guy used to be a dentist. Cadillac, trophy wife... Little did I know, pregnant trophy wife. She put the boy up for adoption. By the time I found out, he was long gone, lost in the system."
"You mean to tell me you couldn't find someone?" Sam asked.
Travis sighed. "I'm not sure I wanted to. The idea of hunting down some poor kid... I don't think I'd have the heart." He paused. "No. I wanted to wait, make damn sure I had the right man. Apparently, I do."
I got up from the bed and grabbed myself water from the fridge. "So, what are we supposed to do?" I asked, after taking a long sip. I imagined it was alcohol instead. God, I could use a drink right now. The voices were louder right now than they had been for the past few days. Something about using my emotions made me more vulnerable.
Travis smirked. "I'm glad you asked." He went into his bag and pulled out some gas cans. He handed one to Dean, who started tinkering with it.
Sam got up and left the room. I didn't know where he was going, but Dean didn't seem to care either. Dean didn't seem to care about anything right now.
"So fire, huh?" Dean asked, rigging the can to shoot fire once filled.
"The only way I found to kill these bastards; deep-fry 'em," Travis replied.
"Well, that's gonna be... horrible," I said, watching them. "Is that what you did to Jack's dad?"
Travis didn't seem fazed. "Uh-huh."
"That's disturbing," I remarked. I had thought of the only other time we had used fire to kill something, and it was a wendigo. For some reason, that didn't creep me out as much. Maybe it was because to me, Jack was still human.
Sam came back into the room an hour later, carrying papers. "Not wasting any time, are you?" Sam asked, noting the almost finished cans.
Travis shrugged. "None to waste. The guy hulks out, we won't be finding bodies, just remains."
Sam sat on the bed next to me. "What if he doesn't hulk out?" Sam asked. He help up his papers. "I did a little homework. Uh, I've been checking out the lore on rougarous."
Travis looked offended. "What? My 30 years of experience not good enough for you?" he asked. I tensed, looking at Sam.
"What? No," Sam said, quickly, shaking his head. "No, I-I- I just wanted to be prepared. I mean, not that you didn't…"
"Sam loves research. He does," Dean said, saving Sam's ass. Even when Dean was mad at us he was forever in big brother mode. "He keeps it under his mattress right next to his KY. It's a sickness." He looked at Sam, "It is."
"Look, everything you said checked out, of course, but uh," Sam said, beginning again. "I found a couple of interesting stories about people who have this rougarou gene or whatever. See, they start to turn, but they never take the final step."
"Really?" Dean asked, raising his eyes.
"See, if they never eat human flesh, they don't fully transform," Sam went on.
"So what?" I asked. "Go vegan, stay human?"
"Basically," Sam nodded. "Or in this case, eat a lot of raw meat, just not..."
Dean grinned. "Long pig."
"Right," Sam replied with a nod.
Travis stared. "Good on you for the due diligence, Sam." He stood up from the chair. "But those are fairy tales."
I looked to Sam, who didn't look happy at this statement. Travis walked over to the kitchenette and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Fact is, every rougarou I ever saw or heard of... took that bite."
Sam stood up, getting worked up about this. I mentally slapped at him to sit down. "Okay, well, that doesn't mean that Jack will."
Dean stood up from the table as well. I looked up at him. This situation could get out of hand, but Travis was our friend, right? I thought for a moment. No, Travis was a stranger. Dean stepped ahead of me.
"So what do we do? Sit and hope and wait for a body count?" Travis asked.
"No, we talk to him. Explain what's happening," Sam stated. "That way he can fight it." Sam sounded so hopeful. I couldn't help but remember just a few years ago when I would've thought the same thing.
Now? Now was as hopeless as a rock.
"Fight it?" Travis laughed. "Are you kidding me?" he looked at all of us. "You ever been really hungry? I mean, haven't-eaten-in-days hungry?"
Dean looked downtrodden. "Yeah."
"Yeah. Right then," Travis replied. "So somebody slaps a big, juicy sirloin in front of you, you walking away?" Dean looked thoughtful for a moment. I could only remember the times when Dean had given me his share of dinner because dad was gone for longer than he was supposed to be and we ran out of money. I could only think of how good that chocolate bar that Dean bought me tasted after eating stale cereal for three days.
"That's what we are to him now, meat on legs," Travis went on, breaking me out of my thoughts. "I'm sorry. I'm sure he's a stand-up guy, but it's pure, base instinct. Everything in nature's gotta eat. You think he can stop himself 'cause he's nice?"
Sam stood his ground. "I don't know. But we're not gonna kill him unless he does something to get killed for." He sighed and walked out of the room.
Travis looked puzzled at this whole event. "What's up with your brother?" he asked, looking at Dean and Sam.
Dean sighed, sitting back down. "Don't get me started."
Dean graciously accepted to try Sam's plan without much of a fight. I think it was different since he stuck up for Sam in front of Travis. I however, did not think that this had even the slightest chance of working whatsoever.
I had tried time and time again to get rid of the voices in my head. I worked on not having my powers come up. I tried to control it and ended up addicted to Adderall and booze. There was no getting around who you were meant to be. I was part angel somehow, and I was stuck being that.
We were in the Impala racing off to find this Jack guy again. "All right, so we're gonna go have a little chat with this guy-which, you know... I'm down," Dean started. He was obviously talking to Sam, who showed no interest in what Dean was saying. "But I just want to make sure, if push comes, you're gonna shove."
Sam finally looked at him. "Meaning?"
"Well, odds are we're gonna have to burn this guy alive," I said, leaning forward.
"Lex," Dean warned.
"This guy has a name and a wife," Sam replied, not looking at me.
"Yeah, who we're probably gonna make a widow, okay?" I stated, coldly. "I mean, you heard Travis. He's gonna turn. They always turn."
"Well, maybe he won't," Sam countered. "Maybe he can fight it off."
I shrugged my shoulders. "And maybe he can't, that's all I'm saying."
"All right, we'll just have to see then, okay?" Sam replied.
"This is what I mean, Sam," Dean stated. "You sure your emotions aren't getting in the way here?"
Sam shot him a look. "Who's side are you on here?" he asked. "What are you talking about?"
"You know, nice dude, but he's got something evil inside," Dean stated. " Something in his blood. Maybe you can relate."
Sam was automatically seething. I could feel the anger coming off of him. "Stop the car."
"Stop the car or I will!"
Dean drove the impala to the side of the road and Sam was out of the car before he even put it in park. Dean and I followed him after a pause.
"You want to know why I've been lying to you, Dean? Because of crap like this," Sam stated, walking around the front of the car.
"Like what?" Dean asked.
"The way you talk to me, the way you look at me like I'm a freak!" Sam walked right past Dean towards me. I backed up.
"I do not," Dean replied, looking annoyed.
"You know, or even worse, like I'm an idiot!" He turned back towards Dean. "Like I don't know the difference between right and wrong!"
"You don't do it to her!" he said, spinning around and pointing to me, almost smacking me in the head in the process.
I didn't say anything to defend myself. It was true, he never did treat me like that. I could feel my heart start to beat faster. I tried to breathe, to control myself. I stepped back again.
"What?" Sam asked, hands on his hips.
"Do you know the difference, Sam?" Dean asked, carefully. " I mean, you've been kind of strolling a dark road lately."
"You have no idea what I'm going through," Sam replied, stone cold. "None."
"Then enlighten me!" Dean shouted.
"I've got demon blood in me, Dean!" Sam yelled. "This disease pumping through my veins, and I can't ever rip it out or scrub it clean! I'm a whole new level of freak!"
"Sam…" I said, trying to get my brain to stop thinking for just a second.
"And you treat me like I'm evil, and she's all perfect!"
"Hey!" I yelled, smacking his pointed arm down. "Don't you say that! You don't know that!"
"Whatever," Sam said, pushing me aside. "And I'm just trying to take this - this curse... and make something good out of it. Because I have to."
Dean looked at him for a moment. "Let's just go talk to the guy," I stated.
Sam scoffed. "She means Jack," Dean added. "Okay?"
Sam gave a small, almost nonexistent nod, and walked back to his car door. I shook my head at Dean and opened the back door. "This is stupid," I mumbled.
We made our way to Jack's house, this time going right towards his backyard where he was watering the lawn. I looked to Sam, who was looking determined. "Jack Montgomery?" he called.
Jack hesitated but eventually turned around. "I'm Sam Winchester. This is my brother; Dean, and sister; Alexis." He just stared at us. "We need to talk," Sam added.
"About?" Jack asked, looking at each of us confused.
"About you," Sam explained. "About how you're changing."
"Excuse me?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
"You're probably feeling your bones move under your skin. And your appetite's reaching, you know, "hungry hungry hippo" levels," Dean listed off. "How am I doing so far?"
Jack looked taken aback. "Who the hell are you guys?" Jack asked.
"We're people who know a little something about something," I said, with a heavy sigh.
"We're people who can help," Sam pleaded. "Please, just hear us out."
Jack looked at Dean, then me, then back to Sam. "Ok," he said, putting down the hose. "Ok. What?"
We explained, well Sam did, everything we had learned. Jack just glared at us the entire duration of Sam's talk.
"A-a what?" he asked.
"A rougarou," Dean stated. "Sounds made-up, I know, but believe me, it's not."
"Alright, I've noticed certain things. I mean, some strange things," Jack explained, shaking his head. "But I just, I-I don't know. I'm.. I'm sick or something"
I was frustrated by this point. I felt like this entire situation was pointless. "Your father was one of these things," I stated. Jack whipped his head to look at me. "Your real father. He passed it on to you."
"No," Jack stated. "Are-are you guys listening to yourselves? You s-sound like you're-"
I put a hand up. "Skip the whole "you guys sound crazy", shall we? You're hungry, Jack. You're only gonna get hungrier."
"Long pig," Jack jumped in. "You know, a little manburger helper, may have crossed your mind already."
"It doesn't have to be like this, Jack. You can fight it off," Sam stated. Jack just shook his head. "Others have."
"We're not gonna lie to you, though. It's not gonna be easy," Dean added. "You're gonna feel like an alcoholic swimming around in whiskey. But I'm telling you. You gotta say no... or-"
Jack looked worried. "Or what?"
"You feed once, and it's all over," I stated. "And then we'll have to stop you."
"Stop me?" Jack asked. "My dad, did uh, somebody stop him?"
I nodded. "Yes."
"Get off my property right now. I see you guys again, I'm calling the cops," Jack went on.
"Jack, your wife, everybody you know, they're in danger," Sam went on.
"Now!" Jack yelled.
The neighbor looked over the fence at us. "I think it's time to go," I said, grabbing onto Sam's elbow.
"Good talk," Dean nodded, walking off.
"I don't want to do this," I stated, as we sat in the car. We were stalking out Jack again for what felt like the millionth time. "This guy should just turn already. Jeez."
"God, Lex," Sam said, angrily. "Can you seriously be any more… I don't know. Insensitive?"
"Insensitive?" I asked, with a laugh. "What am I your boyfriend? Oh sorry I'm being so insensitive about a monster Sam. My bad."
"He's not a monster," Sam complained.
"Yeah, not yet," I scoffed.
"Ok, seriously?" Dean said, putting his hand in front of my face. "Knock it off."
I sat back in my seat. "I'm starting to think I was better off by myself," I mumbled. Dean just glanced at me, but said nothing. I laid down and reached into my pocket. The pill was there. I could take it here. Get my high.
My heart started racing. I wanted it bad. I wanted that feeling that I was on top of the world. I needed that invincible status. I took a deep breath, and took the pill out of my pocket. Maybe I would only take half. Yeah, that made sense right?
I slowly gnawed it in half with my teeth, so as not to make any noise. I put the half in my mouth and swallowed. I nearly gagged, but I got it down. I immediately felt sick to my stomach, and not just because of the pill. What had I done?
I sat back up. Dean waved over to the bench in the park. "Look at him. He's clearly upset."
Jack closed his phone, which he had been listening to, and looked up. I looked to where his eyes were staring. There was a woman undressing on the third floor. Jack stood up and walked across the street towards the building. "Oh yeah," I remarked, pointing to the window. Sam's eyes widened. "He's clearly devastated."
"Damn it. Jack. No," Sam stated, grabbing a flamethrower from the floor of the car and getting out of the car.
Dean grabbed one as well, handing the last one to me. "Come on," he stated.
We ran up to the building, where Jack was somehow climbing the fire escape. I mean, I was pretty agile, but for him to just be climbing like it was nothing was crazy. "What the hell?" I questioned. Dean pulled me into the building.
We ran up the stairs, apparently deciding that the elevator would take too long. By the time we got to the door, all three of us were winded and panting. Dean immediately kicked down the door. The woman was coming out of what I assumed was the bedroom. She screamed, ran back inside, and slammed the door behind her.
"Way to jump the gun on that one," I mumbled.
"Wait!" Dean yelled. I looked to Dean and Sam who looked as confused as I was. "Whoa, uh, we're here to save you, I guess."
"I'm calling the police!" she yelled from the other side of the door.
"We should go," I said, backing up through the kicked down door. "Like now."
"Yeah," Dean agreed, pulling Sam with him.
We got back in the Impala and took off for the motel. "He didn't do anything," Sam stated, almost sounding giddy.
"Yeah, Sam," I said, rolling my eyes. "But where the hell did he go?"
"We need to find Travis," Dean said, shaking his head. "This has to stop. We can't keep following this guy until he messes up. We have other things to be doing."
"Like what?" I asked, with a snort. "Hunting down another case?"
"Uh, figuring out what's going on with you two for one," Dean stated, oblivious to the fact that Sam and I tensed up.
"Ok, ok," Sam said. "Let's talk to Travis." He got out of the car before Dean had even turned it off.
Dean and I followed him to the room, a step behind him. Sam opened the door to an empty room. The lights were off. "You think he hit up the bar down the street?" Dean asked, sitting on the bed.
I stared at him. "No," I said. "He went after Travis."
"What?" Sam demanded, stepping out of the bathroom. "What do you mean?"
"The extra fire thingy's gone," I said, pointing to the table. "And his car wasn't in the parking lot." I smirked. "You guys need to be more observant. I can't always be here to help your asses along."
"But we don't even know where Travis went," Dean remarked. "How would Travis know?"
"Exactly," Sam stated, snapping his fingers. "So he would wait for him at home."
"Can we go?" I asked, already heading to the door. "Before Travis does something stupid?"
"You have a lot of energy all the sudden," Dean stated. "I thought you didn't care about Jack."
"I don't," I scoffed. "But he shouldn't be incinerated without proof." Sam clapped a hand on my shoulder and I looked up at him, rolling my eyes. "Can we please go?"
We headed back to Jack's house. Travis' car was on the opposite side of the street. "I guess now we know where Travis is," Dean said, getting out of the car, flamethrower in hand.
"That stupid son of a bitch," Sam scoffed.
The front door wasn't locked. I didn't think that was a good sign. Dean went in first, pushing me behind him. The house seemed empty. There was an overturned chair in the living room. Sam motioned to the blood spot on the floor. I grimaced. I really hoped that wasn't Travis'. There was a trail around the couch, where I couldn't see. I looked to Sam.
He walked over a lump on the floor. I followed him, right behind him. He leaned down. "Oh god," Dean remarked, standing back up. "You think that's Travis."
"What's left of him," Sam replied, looking defeated. He looked to me. "Guess you were right about Jack."
I saw a shadow move. "Guys – "
Dean was pushed forward into the coffee table, slamming his head down. He was out before he hit the floor. I ran over to him, trying to figure out what was going on. Jack was on top of him. I desperately grabbed him off, hoping he hadn't burst his head open.
"Dean!" Sam yelled. Jack pushed me back, sending me into Sam. He pushed me off, grabbing the flame thrower.
"Sam, now!" I yelled, going after my own flamethrower I had dropped.
Jack grabbed my legs, effectively pulling me to the ground. I struggled against him, but he had a tight grip on my legs. He picked me up, with inhuman strength, tossing me into the wall.
I saw stars, white dots filling my vision. Don't pass out. Don't pass out. That was my mantra as everything went dark.
I opened my eyes to more darkness. Sam was nearly on top of me. I pushed at him, effectively waking him as well. "Where are we?" I asked, in a whisper. I felt my head and came away with blood on my hand.
He looked up. "Closet," he answered. He stood up, giving me his hand. He tried the handle. It was locked, of course. "Dean?" he called.
A rough voice replied. "Dean can't come to the phone right now."
Sam slammed his hand against the door. "Jack! If you hurt him, I swear to God!"
"Calm down!" Jack yelled back. "Your brother's alive." Sam and I both shared a sigh of relief. "But not if you don't calm down," Jack added.
"Alright, Jack. Listen. Open the door. We can figure this out, okay?" Sam stated, trying to remain calm. I on the other hand, was seething. If I wasn't so worried about Dean, I would kick down this door anyways.
Jack laughed a little to himself. "We'll have ourselves a little brainstorming session."
"Jack," Sam begged. "Please."
"I don't think so," Jack replied, bluntly. "After what you did?"
"What?" I spoke up, frustrated. "What are you talking about?"
"You send your friend here. He tried to burn my wife alive," Jack replied.
"What? Why?" Sam asked. He nodded to me.
I nodded back. I searched my pockets and came up empty. Of course, I hadn't pinned my hair back today either. I turned around and grabbed a hanger.
"He didn't say," Jack replied. "I guess psychopaths don't have to explain themselves."
"Listen to me. You gotta believe me," Sam stated. "My brother and I, we never would have hurt her, okay?"
I bent the hanger out of place, trying to make some sort of pick. "Oh, God. I'm so hungry," Jack pleaded.
I looked up at Sam, egging him to keep talking while I worked. "Jack, don't do this," Sam went on. I bent down and went for the lock.
"I can't ever see my family again," Jack went on. "You two... your friend. You made me into this!"
"No one's making you kill us," Sam replied. I grew frustrated, the lock was not opening. "Listen to me… You got this dark pit inside you. I know." Sam kept talking.
"Believe me, I know." He closed his eyes and opened them again. "But that doesn't mean you have to fall into it. You don't have to be a monster."
I went at the lock again, thinking about Dean out there. I had to keep working, I had no choice.
"Have you seen me lately?" Jack asked.
"It doesn't matter what you are," Sam went on. "It only matters what you do. It's your choice."
Jack was silent except for a few moans. I felt the slight click of the lock in my hands. I nodded to Sam again.
He whipped out the door, leaving me in his dust. "Jack!" Sam yelled, flamethrower already in hand.
Jack was still. He looked at Sam, and then pounced for the attack. I closed my eyes as he turned the flamethrower on. Jack screamed all the way until the fire overtook him. I opened my eyes again to see the enflamed lump on the floor and Sam's defeated gaze.
Dean was speeding down the backroads in the Impala. Each of us was silent for our own reasons. Dean finally broke it. "You did the right thing, you know," Dean remarked. "That guy was a monster, there was no going back."
Sam said nothing, just lowering his head.
"Sam, I wanna tell you I'm sorry. I've been kind of hard on you lately," Dean went on. Sam looked up.
Sam looked so broken. I felt bad for bothering him earlier. He was only trying to do the right thing. "Don't worry about it, Dean."
"It's just that your, uh, your psychic thing, it scares the crap out of me," Dean went on. He looked to me in the backseat. "You're head is healed," he remarked, looking freaked.
I felt my head, but shrugged, honestly uninterested. "I'm part angel."
"Look, if it's all the same... I'd really rather not talk about it," Sam stated, cutting me off.
Dean looked over at Sam, a small smile on his lips. "Wait a minute. What? You don't want to talk? You?"
"There's nothing more to say. I can't keep explaining myself to you. I can't make you understand," Sam went on, stoically.
I raised my eyes in shock.
"Why don't you try?" Dean asked.
"I can't. Because this thing, this blood, it's not in you the way it's in me," Sam went on. "It's just something I got to deal with."
"Not alone," Dean replied.
Sam sighed and was silent for a moment. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. These powers... it's playing with fire. I'm done with them." He shook his head again. "I'm done with everything."
"Really?" Dean asked. Sam said no more. "Well, that's a relief," he added. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me. I'm not doing it for you," Sam went on, with a scoff. "Or for the angels or for anybody. This is my choice."
The weight of the half pill in my pocket multiplied by a million. It weighed a ton. I avoided both of their gazes, leaning back into the shadow of the backseat. I wished I could make the same choice.