Once Jason had ended the call, he pulled out a holographic map of their area. He hummed quietly to himself.

'An hour away, huh... We're gonna need a car.' He said quietly.

'Can't you just do that running thing?' Sam asked, but he was already shaking his head.

'Would take too much energy to get that far so quickly,' He said, gently placing him in his pocket again 'Besides, don't ya wanna see the sights?' Sam supposed he couldn't fault him for that.

'Okay, sit tight. I'm gonna find a bar or something.' He warned.

There was a whistling sound as an incredible force pushed into Sam. He gasped for air, but they were moving to fast.

And they stopped.

Sam took a deep breath, slowly moving to to top of the pocket. He pushed at the flap, looking around them. Jason was sauntering through a parking lot behind a stingy looking bar. There were a number of cars strewn about.

'Wait, are you going to steal someone's car?' Sam demanded. He got no answer, as Jason was looking around with a rather concentrated look. He was also wearing dark tinted glasses, and Sam could see tiny symbols appearing in the lenses. Jason then smiled.

'Not quite.' He said, then bounded over to a motorbike.

'Y-you can't just take someone's bike like this!' Sam growled. Jason ignored him, hopping onto the slick bike.

'Considering this is a stolen bike anyway, I don't think it'll really matter,' Jason said, glancing out at the bar, 'Kieth Tyran, wanted by police for multiple accounts of theft, assault and attempted kidnapping. And now he's passed out drunk inside. The police may have just received an anonymous tip to his whereabouts.'

Even now, Sam could hear the distant wail of a police siren getting closer.

'H-how did you...' Sam stopped himself when he noticed Jason smiling down at him, amused by his shocked look. Those strange glasses had now been removed, returned to the bag.

'Trust me Sam. He's not gonna need a getaway bike if he wakes up,' He said, touching the ignition, 'The police will need all the help they can get if he tries to run.'

Jason's eye flashed with one of those strange flames, and the bike roared with life. Sam flinched at the noise, falling to the bottom of the pocket. Jason just chuckled, pulling up his hood and placing on a cloth mask. With that done, he sped off.

The police arrived just as the bike sped off, and caught the criminal as he slept.


Sam had huddled at the bottom of the pocket for the past half hour, staring at the opening above. The flap was billowing in the wind, and the roar of the bike was near deafening. But he was curious. For most of that half hour, he'd just been fretting, trying to gather up his courage.

Finally, he shakily got to his feet, threading his fingers through the tiny gaps in the fabric. He climbed to the top, barely managing to stick his head through. He flung an arm over in order to keep himself upright, his hair whipping around. The air stung his eyes, and he gasped at the chilly air. The bike was too fast for him to properly see anything around him.

Then the bustling gale lessened in intensity, and he chanced a look.

The sight was breathtaking.

The sun was rising over distant hills, bathing the ground in a golden glow. A small purple barrier shielded him from the worst of the wind, and he just had to glance up to see Jason shoot him a quick grin before his focus returned to the road. Sam looked out at the sight and smiled.

It was an experience he hadn't had since childhood. Of course, he'd seen the world pass like this before, when he'd ride Dean's shoulder as he drove the Impala. While he enjoyed the sight, he'd missed the feeling of wind through his hair. Dean felt it too dangerous to leave the window open when he rode his shoulder, and Sam had begrudgingly agreed. The wind could have easily knocked him down, maybe even kill him.

Now, secured in the pocket with a shield in front of him, he was free to enjoy the feeling of wind in his face, just watching the world go by. It was only a small thing, but it was something he had dearly missed. He was glad to be able to experience it again.

It didn't take long for the scene to shift from wilderness to a small town. It was still early, so most people hadn't woken yet.

Jason stopped outside the meeting point, scanning for a familiar face. He sat on the seat of the bike, arms crossed. A couple of early birds were walking around, and quickly dashed away at the sight of him. But no sign of Dean. Strange...

'What car does your brother drive?' Jason asked of his tiny passenger.

'A '67 Chevrolet Impala,' Sam supplied, 'Its got a black paint job, and the plates are KA-'

'KAZ 2Y5?'

'Wha- How did you-?'

'It's down the street.'

Jason climbed off the bike, strolling over to the car to investigate. He circled the empty vehicle, trailing his hand over the sleek finish. It was a nice car, which he was sure his old Pilot professor would love to have in his own collection, if he didn't already. But it was cold. It had been stationary for some time. He frowned when his hand trailed over an edge. The back door hadn't been shut properly.

He opened the door, looking about inside. An old duffel bag was tucked in the back seat. Looking inside, he found it was full of a range of weapons and equipment. Strange. From what he had gathered of Dean's character, he didn't seem to be the kind of person to abandon his equipment like this. And where was he? He wouldn't have skipped out on this meeting, not when it involved his baby brother.

He had a bad feeling about this.

Sam began to get agitated by the silence. He punched the wall behind him to get the shifters attention.

'What's going on?' He asked.

'Don't know yet.' Jason answered, pulling out the glasses from before. They had been made by Takota, designed to hack into nearby systems and display important information. He glanced around, noting the security cameras. It was only a moment before he'd hacked into one of them, watching the scene play out.

The Impala pulled up. There was barely any light, and the streets were still empty. Dean climbed out of the vehicle, quietly speaking to himself. He moved to collect his bag from the back seat.

Until a figure stepped into frame, knocking him to the ground. They looked around for witnesses, black pools for eyes staring around with a creepy intensity. They then began dragging him away.

'Fuck.'

Jason pulled the glasses away, looking to the side where Dean had been dragged off. He shut the door, locking the whole thing up as he stepped away. A narrow alley crossed between the two closest buildings. It was the most likely route the attacker could had taken.

Sam pulled himself to his feet, continuously bashing at the giant. He didn't like being ignored like this.

'Jason! What's going o-' He was answered with Jason placing his hand over the pocket, gently pushing Sam into the fabric to silence him.

Jason was concentrating, trying to find some evidence of recent passage. He knelt to the ground, trailing his fingers over the soft markings in the dirt. They were only the slightest scuff marks, but Jason had spent years honing his skills to become an effective hunter. He wasn't the number one Mandimal bounty hunter for nothing.

Footprints, and the slight trail of something heavy being dragged behind it.

He began following the trail, coming up to an old warehouse. It was in fairly good repair, and still in use. The lock on the doors, however, had been broken off, the door swinging open.

'Jason! Answer me!'

'Okay. Your brother got attacked by a guy with black eyes, and was then dragged off-'

'Wait- A demon dragged him off?'

'-to this warehouse. I can feel that Takota is close by, but nothing beyond that. Up to speed now? Will ya fuckin' shut up?'

The two were silent for a moment, shocked by the riled response. Jason cleared his throat, blinking away the irritating feeling behind his eyes. Why did Samuel suddenly flare up?

'Sorry. Don't know where that came from...' Jason muttered, focusing on that angry feeling.

It was coming from the link he had with Takota.

Something was making him angry.

Jason reached into his vest and pulled out a small knife, which he hid behind his arm. He then proceeded to creep inside, keeping his senses tuned for any sign of danger. All he could hear was the creaking of the wood around him. The building was lit from above, rays of early sunlight streaming through the planks. The building was filled with stacked boxes, trailing high over his head like a maze.

Then there was a quiet groan somewhere further inside.

Jason bounded deftly through the pathways, knife at the ready. He slid against the stacks of boxes, peeking around the corner. He quickly noted down what he saw. Dean was stirring where he was propped against a supporting pole, tied securely to it. There was no sign of the demon that put him there.

But it was close by. He was sure of that.

He stepped into the light, rushing to Dean's side.

'Ouch,' He breathed when he got a good look at him, 'That oughta hurt, ay?' Dean blearily looked up, blinking through a dark swollen eye. There were many painfully red marks around his bound arms from being dragged. His eyes narrowed in recognition, and he gave the shifter a flat look. It seemed to sarcastically convey "ya think?", which drew out an amused snort from Jason.

'Okay, calm down,' He stated, stepping forward and crouching next to him, 'I'll get you out of her-'

'Behind you!'

Jason reacted immediately, but he still wasn't fast enough. Strong hands grabbed his arms, dragging him away from the bound human. Jason thrashed around, trying to plant his feet. He continued to skid back, painfully slowly. He was able to pull an arm away, earning an angry hiss before his attacker was able to regain his hold. He was stronger than Jason, and eventually threw him down to the ground, still holding his arms painfully behind his back. Jason wasn't used to enemies that were stronger than him. Usually he'd only get close to those at his own level or below, and he'd shoot down those stronger from afar. Though, Jason could have twisted around to grapple against the demon, but he froze when he realised something.

Sam was still in his front pocket!

'Ha! Well, that was fun,' The demon hummed thoughtfully, 'You're not human then, huh?'

'Neither are you.' Jason ground out, discreetly twisting so he wasn't resting his weight on his chest. It was an uncomfortable position, but he wouldn't let himself crush his small charge. He just hoped he was okay.

Dean had tensed, eye flickering between the two creatures before him. The demon, possessing a balding middle-aged man, was shoving the shifter into the ground. He gulped, praying that Sammy was okay. But when he guy shifted his weight, he had a dreadful idea of where Sam was. This was not a good situation.

'You're not any kind of creature I've met before,' The demon thought aloud, then the eyes sparkled, 'You're from beyond the rift, aren't you?'

Jason paused, a thoughtful look on his face as he processed those words. The demon began to giggle, pulling his arms sharply, inciting a pained hiss from the shifter.

'You are! Creatures of such power, and you are so human?' He began to laugh, 'Oh, and here I thought you lot would be so much more of a challenge.'

'It was you,' Jason breathed, eyes wide with horrific realisation, 'You are the one that's been draining my people!' The demon giggled again, a strange sound coming from that mouth.

'Oh... how precious.' He purred, leaning closer.

'Get the fuck off him, ya ugly sonovabitch!' Dean snapped angrily, tugging at his bonds. The demon looked up at him, chuckling.

'And the hunter speaks,' He drawled out mockingly, 'Why should I?'

The demon pulled Jason up, holding him so he was displayed to the trapped hunter.

'Why would you even care? You hunt things like us!' He snarled bitterly, then smirked devilishly, 'So really, I'm just doing your job for you.'

Jason gasped as he felt a cold shiver run through his system. His stomach did flips, causing a nauseating feeling as the world began to spin. Then he began to feel heavy, as if the gravity had suddenly increased on him. The hands holding him let go, and he teetered to the side. He couldn't focus enough to attempt a counterattack. He felt so heavy and sluggish. His thoughts were fuzzy, and the world began to darken.

-Oh no...

-Fuckin' fucker fu-

-CAPTAIN, FALL BACKWARD!

Jason had been teetering forward, dangerously close to falling. But he made one last effort to shift his balance. He feel backwards, gone before he even hit the ground.

The demon took a deep breath, a pleased smile on his lips as he finished draining the creatures lifeforce. His black eyes cracked with wisps of energy, the strange power taken almost like ecstasy to him. He began to laugh manically.

'Oh boy, that was better than usual,' He breathed, kicking the unresponsive body at his feet, 'I should drag more of them here. I get more power that way.'

'You bastard!' Dean spat, 'You'll pay for that!'

'Oh I doubt that,' The demon purred, stepping over the body to stop before him, 'But now that we're alone, how about we have some fu-'

He froze, suddenly looking distracted. His eyes flicked to the side, and he began to chuckle. There was no humour in that sound.

'Seems like your little pet is more trouble than I originally thought,' He stated, patting Dean's cheek, 'Don't worry though. I'll be back to play with you later.' And he sauntered away, disappearing behind a stack of boxes.