Title: High Road
Author: BlazeorFade
Rating: T
Summary: Jack meets Cassie. They don't hit it off.
Disclaimer: I own Jack, that's all I'm sayin.
"Jack don't!" Sam shouted, but it was too late and she couldn't hear him above the roar of the Impala's engine as he pushed the car as fast as it would go.
Jack aimed her .44 at the Black Dog loping after them, the wind tearing at her face. She could barely see anything on the road, just a dark outline, snarling as it gained. She tried to line up the gun but her tightly pulled back hair was coming free and whipping around her face, further compromising her vision. She could hear Sam shouting at her but she was too focused on the task at hand to pay him any mind.
"Sunuvabitch!" Sam gritted his teeth and jerked the steering wheel. He risked a look sideways. Jack was hanging half out the window of the speeding vehicle, her hand clutching the 'oh shit' handle inside the passenger door in a death grip.
What Jack hadn't seen before playing gunslinger out the window was the second Black Dog that had come out of nowhere, trapping them between the two. He turned the car hard, feeling it lift off its wheels on Jack's side for a second as they did a complete 360 pushing a hundred and ten miles per hour.
Jack pulled the trigger just as Sam turned, then the world started spinning and her right arm felt like it was being pulled from its socket, then she was being thrown sideways hard against the car's frame.
Sam reached over and caught Jack's right arm just as it let go and pulled down to keep her form being thrown out of the vehicle, all the while keeping one hand on the steering wheel, trying to regain control. Sam slammed on the brakes, making the car spin further, the smell of burning tires invaded his senses. The car was still spinning when she came crashing back inside and was flung across him, hitting the driver's side with a thunk.
Everything was quiet in the car for a second, while the two stared at each other in awe.
"Oh.-" Jack began.
"Shit." Sam finished.
"You alright?" He asked looking her over. She was sprawled in his lap, looking a bit dizzy, but he couldn't talk. He was seeing double.
"I'm okay." Jack assured, shaking her head to clear it. "Why did you-"
She was cut off by the loud roar of the second Black Dog, circling the front of the car. The damn thing was nearly as big as the car and the other was sure to arrive any second.
"Don't move." Sam said watching the thing sniff at the hood, a growl rising in its throat. It really didn't matter if they were suddenly turned to statues, the creatures had great night vision, superior to most other living things, paranormal or otherwise.
Jack's hand tightened on the gun in her hand. She hoped she was able to get a clean shot off before they did donuts on the empty roadway.
She got her answer a couple seconds later when the Black Dog that had been chasing them sidled up to the car without more than a slight limp to its front legs.
"Sammy, grab my other gun." Jack said through her teeth. He gave a slight nod and reached for the other .44 tucked into the back of her jeans, thumbing the safety off.
He kept it behind her, tracking the monsters' movements with his eyes. He went through the possible scenarios in his mind. Pulling a cut and run wasn't an option, they'd be dead before their feet touched the pavement. If he shot through the front window and Jack the back, there was a chance they could kill them both or at least get out of the car before they decided to attack from both sides. The Black Dogs could easily dematerialize before they even got a single shot off though, rendering the consecrated bullets useless. And fire didn't work against them, so that was out.
"Jack, we're gonna have to pay for some new windows for Dean." Sam said. Jack looked at him, still seated in his lap. His eyes flicked towards her, then the back, then down at himself and towards the front. Jack nodded, understanding the plan.
Jack adjusted herself ever so slightly in her seat so she could look straight out the back window, following the glowing green eyes of her target. Its tongue came out, a fiery red thing and she could practically hear the hiss of flame on its mouth. Sam took up a two handed grip on the gun, raising it eye level and far enough away from Jack so that he wouldn't deafen her with the shots, she copied the motions.
"One…" Sam started.
"Two…"
"Three." The word barely left Jack's lips before the car was lit up with gunfire.
Dean looked at his car, then up at Sam and Jack, who looked back with guilty looks on their faces.
"I….." He stopped and walked around his baby, surveying the damage.
"How did you even-?" He held up his hands, gesturing from them to the car, his mouth gaping. Dean pinched the bridge of his nose., took a deep not so claming breath and reminded himself that it could be fixed. And they were damn well going to do the fixing.
"Got the Black Dogs." Sam said helpfully. His voice was a little too loud from a slight loss of hearing, stemming from firing off those monster guns Jack insisted on using.
"Wish I could have been there." Dean pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Poor baby, laid low by a little flu." Jack snickered. They'd had to drug him the night before just to get him to rest up while they finished up their latest hunt. His temperature had broken sometime before Sam and Jack staggered back to the motel, covered in glass and too tired to do much.
Now he was up and around and whining like a little bitch about missing their first ever encounter with the legendary Black Dogs.
"I was not laid low!" Dean said defensively. "I was drugged."
"Same thing." Jack said waving his logic off.
"Whatever I know a guy, not far from here who can fix it." Dean groused. "You two are paying for it though."
"Quit whining." Jack said, giving him an apologetic nudge with her arm. She knew his mood was only partly because they'd demolished his car windows. Dean had been worried about them and as soon as he was less likely to throw a punch, they'd never let that bit go.
"So, where's this guy that you trust with your baby?" Sam asked as a stray bit of glass fell from the back windshield.
"I'm doing the fixing," Dean corrected him, "This guy will give you a deal on the glass though and a place to work on it."
"Okay, who is he?" Sam asked again. They were walking back to their motel room, ready to pick up and leave, leaving wads of tissue and over the counter flu meds as the only signs of life in the room.
"Guy named Parker." Dean answered kicking a cough syrup bottle out of the way. "He's not far from here. Cape Girardeau."
The last was said in a low nonchalant manner that was anything but. Dean was looking at a greenish stain on Sam's coverlet and sorting through what could still be deemed wearable.
Sam stopped dead in his tracks looking at Dean's back as he made a show of putting things away. He debate asking Dean if he was sure. What brought this on? Had he heard from Cassie at all? Shit, Sam didn't even know if the two of them had kept in touch.
He looked behind him but Jack wasn't there.
TBC….
AN: This is going to be a two chapter fic for now and later I'll combine it into one long piece. For now though, this is what I had time to post if I want to get the Christmas fic up. Merry Christmas!