Something was wrong, she could feel it. There was someone else in the room with her, and it wasn't her husband. Jess sat up in bed and looked around, her eyes lighting on the baby's small crib that had been set up in the corner. A dark figure was hovering over her baby.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, panic rising in her voice.
The figure turned, smiling slightly, and Jessica recognized her father-in-law. "Sorry, Jess," he muttered, "I thought I heard her cry. Wanted to check it out."
"Oh. Is she all right?"
"Yeah," he smiled, "but you're not." The man's eyes turned a sickening shade of yellow as Jessica felt herself fly from the bed to the wall, where she was pinned by some invisible force. "I've waited a long time to get to do this again," Dean hissed, smirking as Jess began to slide up the wall toward the ceiling.
"Please," Jessica began as she watched the thing her father-in-law had become walk up to the crib and hover over the baby, "please don't hurt her."
The thing with Dean Swanson's face began to turn to her as the bedroom door burst open and Sam and Dean Winchester rushed in. "Told you," Sam yelled as he trained the antique Colt on his father's heart. "Now, let her go."
The Big Bad smirked and nodded slightly, bobbing its host's head once as Jess slid from the wall. Dean ran up to the crib and scooped Ava up in his arms. He backed towards the door and handed her to Jess, who grasped the baby like a lifeline. "Get Cassie and the kids outside," he muttered, "whatever happens, tell them I love them and stay out of this house."
Jess nodded and ran out of the room, clutching the baby protectively at her chest. The door slammed shut behind her as Sam and Dean went sailing through the air in opposite directions, sending the gun flying. The hunters' bodies hit the walls with such force that the plaster cracked.
Slowly, the demon walked up to Sam, looking him in the eyes. "You know, son, I hate it when you ruin everything for me. It's really getting on my nerves."
"How're you even here?" Sam asked, staring into the unforgiving creature's yellow eyes, "we killed you in 1989."
The demon smirked. "Yes, you did, but you boys aren't the only ones who can take advantage of a wormhole. You followed Jake, and I followed you. I've been waiting since that day, all those years ago, to finally attack. I wanted to rip your happy family apart."
"But why dad?" Dean asked, "why not find someone else, or just show us your true form?"
"I wanted to watch you squirm," the Big Bad stated simply, turning to Dean, "to see your beloved daddy berate you, kill you, destroy what matters most to the fearless Dean Winchester. I wanted you to know that he's not here to protect you anymore. You're all on your own, kid."
"How?" Sam shouted, hoping to draw the demon's attention away from his brother, "how'd you do it? Dean's strong enough to fight you off, I know he is. How'd you possess him?"
"Simple," it replied, whirling around to look at Sam again, "he's weak. All these years of raising you boys have taken their toll on his mind. He's not quite as sharp as he used to be. Oh, he's fighting, but it's not nearly enough to save you."
Suddenly, the demon's eyes flashed, and Sam felt the pressure holding his body to the wall double, forcing the air from his lungs. He moaned as his brother caught on to the demon's plan.
"Hey!" Dean yelled, "why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
The Big Bad didn't even turn, just kept staring at Sam as the pressure on the young man's body increased, crushing him.
"Please," Sam muttered, using what little oxygen he could get to speak, "please, dad, don't let it. Please."
The demon backed quickly across the room, grabbing wildly at its head as the force holding both men on the wall suddenly disappeared. The brothers fell to the floor as their father slammed his back against the wall and slid into a kneeling position.
"Run," he gasped, "now, while you still can. Leave the gun and go! I'll finish it. You don't have to see it." He looked up, his eyes the same hazel they'd always been, but Sam didn't trust him. The young hunter grabbed the gun and leveled it at his father's head.
"I'm not falling for it."
"Sammy, please. I can do it."
"I don't trust you," Sam hissed as his brother sidled across the room to stand beside him.
"Maybe we should go," Dean suggested, "I think he can do it."
"No," Sam argued as his father's head snapped back suddenly and the hazel eyes disappeared behind unforgiving pools of murky yellow.
"You had your chance, boy," the demon muttered, standing slowly, "it's gone now. I'm in charge."
"I'm gonna kill you."
"Really? You think you could kill your own father? Your brother?"
"Do it."
Sam heard Dean utter those two condemning words and pulled the trigger without a second thought. The bullet leapt from the gun and tore through their father's heart, sending a bolt of electricity through the older man's system as it did so.
Dean Swanson's body slumped to the floor, a look of shock and amazement on his face as the yellow gleam faded out of his eyes, returning them to the typical haunted hazel both Winchesters had become so accustomed to.
"It's finally over," Sam muttered slowly as he lowered the Colt to his side and glanced at his brother, smiling. Dean, however, didn't look as pleased. His face was blank and pale, his eyes glazed over. A single tear slipped down his cheek as the reality of what his brother had done washed over him. Finally, exhausted by sudden grief, he collapsed.
Gasp! Shock! Amazement! Sammy, how could you? And Dean gave him permission! Well, I guess you'll have to tune in next time to see what becomes of the Winchesters now that daddy isn't around anymore, huh?