DEAN'S POV

It took about twenty minutes to reach the cabin. I didn't want to zap there for the fact someone could be keeping watch. The cabin was way bigger than I expected. There was three floors and I had no clue where the hell they were being held. Looks like I was going to have to do a bit of acting.

I tore my clothes in a few places and made a couple of cuts for effect. I walked up to the door and started breathing hard, like I had just ran for miles. I knocked on the door as frantically as I could. There was a short pause before the door cracked. The man that answered the door opened it wider at the sight of me.

I looked through the kid's memories for a name. I rushed into the cabin, and I was still breathing hard. As I got a better look at the guy that answered the door the more I realized how big he was. He was as tall as Sammy, but his arms looked like bowling balls. There was worry displayed all over his face. "Jace, where the hell have you been? We thought you were dead." he said.

I bent over to my knees to seem like I was trying to catch my breath. "I- I ran into Dean Winchester. They're dead. The guys- they're all dead. Wayne, we got to get the hell out of here. He's way more powerful than we thought. He stepped through a devil's trap for God's sake like it was nothing." Wayne's eyes widened, but he didn't seem that shaken.

"Jace, it's fine. We've got the bitch locked up tight in the last room upstairs. There's ten of us. I'm sure he can't take all of us." How many hunters there are? Check. Where's Deanna? Check. Now I just need to find out where Sam and Crowley are being held. I thought. I walked over to the open bottle of whiskey and downed a few sips. I pulled the bottle away from my new lips and looked at Wayne. "What about Sam Winchester, or Crowley?"

There was a flash of suspicion on Wayne's face before he answered, "Sam's upstairs with Matt right now. He decided to see if he could get anything out of Sam after his failed attempt with Deanna. And Crowley's locked up in the cellar. Hey, you okay? Since when do you drink?" I paused for a split second to think of an excuse. Oh yeah, a hunter that doesn't drink. That makes sense.

"Since I almost was killed by that asshole Dean Winchester. Since then." My answer seemed to appease his suspicions. He walked over and sat down in front of the arsenal laying on the old coffee table. I walked over to the staircase and looked up to the second floor. "I'm gonna go check to see how Matt's doing and get cleaned up." Wayne nodded in agreement and started cleaning the shotgun laying in front of him.

I walked upstairs and followed the sound of fists colliding with bone. I stopped at the third door on the left. I slowly opened the door to see some guy beating the shit out of Sammy. He was tied to a chair and there was a puddle of blood around him. I about lunged forward to kill the bastard right there, but then I remembered I had a cover. "Hey... uh... Matt, you want to take a break? I can take it from here."

Matt turned around and looked at me. His face softened, "Yeah, that'd be great. Had me worried for a bit. Ya good?" I nodded and walked into the room more. He passed me and walked out. I closed the door and went back to Sam. "Sammy. Sammy, hey you okay?" I slapped his face a bit to get his attention.

"Dean?" he struggled to say. I nodded and tore the ropes binding his wrists. "C'mon, we got to get you out of here." I said as I put his arm over my shoulder. As I slowly stood him up, he groaned in agony. "Wa- wait Dean. What about Deanna and Sam?" I looked up at him puzzled. "Samantha's here?" I said. He nodded just as he passed out.

"Son of a bitch." I laid Sam down slowly. I pulled the gun out from my waistband and laid it on his lap in case he woke up. I was gonna have to get everyone loose first if I was gonna get Sammy out. I knew Crowley was in the cellar so I'd have to start there.

I concentrated on the cellar and with the snap of my fingers, I was there. "Well, look who's wearing a meat suit. Feels weird at first doesn't it?" Crowley said. He wasn't near as beaten as Sammy. "Ah, shutup will ya?" I waved my hand near the devil's trap and the ground slightly shook until there was a crack through the edge. He held his hands up, "Still can't go anywhere, Squirrel." Chains like the ones from the dungeon were around his wrists.

"Nothing's ever just easy with us, is it?" I said as I rolled my eyes. I would have to go get the key from whoever had it. My bet was on Matt. I ran up the stairs and walked into the living room to find Wayne and Matt. It seemed the other hunters were out patrolling.

I walked in front of the couch they were sitting on. "Jace, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were taking care of Sam?" Matt said. I shook my head, "I'm kinda running out of time here, guys." They looked puzzled. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, they were black. They both jumped up with shotguns in their hands. I put my hand up in their direction and pinned them to the wall directly behind them.

I walked to where I was only a few steps in front of them. "Do you know how damn hard it was to not kill you right away? God, I've met some hunters that are dicks before but your little group ya got running has to take the cake." They both glared at me with hatred in their eyes. They seemed a bit pissed. "Is Jace even alive in there?" Wayne said.

A smirk flashed across my face. "The kid? Ah yeah he's fine. I'm pretty sure he might have a pretty bad concussion though. He's been out for a while. Now," I clapped my hands together, "where's the keys to the chains? Option A: you can tell me with no pain involved, or option B: you can tell me with a lot." I leaned in closer to them and whispered, "I vote for option B."

They both laughed, "Well you were a hunter once. You know what option we're gonna go with." Wayne said. I smiled at his response. "Mm, nice choice. One second, I'll be right back. You two don't go anywhere now." I laughed and walked up the stairs. I went to the last doorway in the hallway and stopped. I opened the door to see Deanna. Her face was all bloodied up from a large gash down her face.

"Dean?" she said. I nodded and walked to the cart next to her. "I need to borrow these for our friends downstairs. You mind?" She smiled from ear to ear. "Why, not at all." I took the cart and was about to leave when she stopped me. "Wait, can you do me a favor? Leave enough life in the old one for me to have a turn." I looked over my shoulder and nodded with a smirk.

I left the room and headed towards the stairs. I used my powers to easily get the huge cart down into the living room. I set the cart down right next to Wayne. I stepped in front of them and looked them up and down.

"Now, you two guys ready to have some fun? It's been a while since I've done this, so I may be a bit rusty. Gosh, I think it's been six years? Sixteen if you add in Hell years." I finished with a wink.

They struggled against the invisible force holding them to the wall. I picked up a pair of thumbscrews that were on the edge of the metal table. "Don't make this harder than it has to be. I mean c'mon, I was in your position more than a few times. It sucks. The force tightening around your ribs, struggling to breathe, and let's not forget the burning sensation all over your body. Guys, where are the keys? I know you're too smart to keep them on you, but I also know you're too dumb to keep them anywhere else but the cabin."

They both rolled their eyes and looked away. I cocked my head, "Alright then." I put the thumbscrew down and picked up the pliers. I walked up to Wayne and picked up his hand. I stuck his index finger out and looked into his eyes. I knew he could tell I had no hesitation. "Last chance, big guy"

He didn't say anything. I shrugged and put the pliers to his fingernail. I started slowly pulling his fingernail away. He didn't start screaming until the nail was completely torn away. "Next one? There's nine more. I can go as long as I need to." They still didn't say anything. I shrugged and put the pliers to his next finger.

He started moaning in agony as I started pulling, just like Sammy did when I stood him up. It's what they deserve, Dean. They may be hunters, but they hurt Sam. Just forget about the fact that they're hunters. Focus on what they did to your little brother. Focus on the fact that they beat him half to death. Focus on them burning in Hell. It wasn't me thinking it. It was him. He may not have been powerful enough to take control, but he was still a pain in my ass.

Just as I was about to start on the third finger, "Wait!" Matt screamed. I stopped and put the pliers down on the metal table. "Well, that was a hell of a lot easier than I thought it was gonna be. Where are they, Matt?" Matt looked at Wayne and then at the floor. I followed his gaze to a single loose floor board.

I looked back at Matt and squinted my eyes, "Really, Matt? Not really original is it?" He rolled his eyes. I walked over to the floor board and tore it up with ease. Under it was the keys. I smiled and took the keys in my hand. I turned around and looked at them. "Well, it's been fun. Nice meeting you, dicks." I waved my hand and they dropped to the ground unconscious.

I ran downstairs to Crowley. "It took you long enough." he said. I rolled my eyes as I unlocked the locks. "You go get Deanna. You two get Sam and Samantha out of here. I'm gonna go get what we need from the vault. I'll meet you all back at the bunker. Got it?" He nodded and ran up the stairs.

I concentrated like before until I was exiting Jace's body. I went as fast as I could back to the resting place. It felt so weird just being smoke. I couldn't wait 'til I was back into my own body. Once I found myself laying on the ground, I was going down my throat.

I stood up and blinked my eyes to their natural green. Man, it felt great to back where I belonged. I didn't want to do that again any time soon.

I had to get to that vault so I could get the hell out of here. I started running towards the vault as fast as I could. As I was running, I saw a tree beside me get blown apart. I was being shot at. Looks like I found those other hunters that were patrolling.

I ran faster some how. I looked over my shoulder for a split second. I counted four hunters on my tail. All armed with sawed-off shotguns and they looked pretty damn pissed. I wasn't gonna make it to the vault with four hunters right behind me. I needed to pick them off one by one.

I stopped behind a tree once I was out of sight enough not to be seen. I heard their paces slow. A twig snapped at my eight o' clock. The next thing I knew, the barrel of a shotgun was coming around the tree. I grabbed the barrel and pulled the hunter into a knee to the gut. I managed to put him into a choke hold while he was trying to recover. He tried to scream, but I was holding on too tight. I dropped him on the ground once he was out cold.

I peeked from the tree to see two on the right, and one not too far away from them. C'mon Dean, do what your nature tells you to do. Kill them. They deserve it. You know you want to. Forget about knocking them out. Be who you were always destined to be. A killer, and a damn good one at that. Deep down, you've known that this is what you were meant to become. Ever since Dad died, you've known. You just didn't want to admit it. C'mon Dean! C'MON!

I couldn't take it anymore. "Shutup! Just shutup already!" The hunters looked in my direction. I looked at my right hand to see the First Blade. The Mark was glowing it's usual red. My arms were shaking and I was breathing hard. I could feel my eyes turn black. I used my powers to make a branch snap nearby to distract the hunters.

I stepped from behind the tree. I grabbed a hunter by the hair and tilted his head back. Before I could stop myself, I slit his throat. The other two hunters turned to my direction. I used the dying hunter's body as a shield and ran towards the others. I threw the corpse on one and tackled the other. I brought the First Blade up and plunged it into his heart. And again, and again, and again, and again. I could feel the blood splatter onto my face, but I didn't care. I would've kept going, but I was tackled to the ground.

The hunter was on top of me, punching me. It didn't seem to shake the smile off of my face though. He was getting tired. Once his arms gave out on him, I pushed him off with ease. "You done?" I said with a smile still glued to my face. I got on top of him and held him down by his neck. He was done fighting. I pulled the Blade up, and was about to plunge it in his heart like his friend, but I heard something in the background that made me stop.

"Dean!" the voice sounded familiar. I turned around to see Sammy propped up on Crowley. He looked disgusted and he was crying. I looked at the hunter, then to my hands. They were covered in blood. I dropped the Blade. "I- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sammy." I looked at the unrecognizable hunter laying a few feet away from me and the pool of blood around the other. "Wh- what have I done?"

The worst part of it was that it wasn't my alter ego doing the work this time. It was all me. To hunters of all God forsaken things on this planet. What did I do? What did I do? How could I let Sam see me like that? I thought. I covered my face with my blood soaked hands. I couldn't look at Sam. Not while I was like this. Don't you see, Dean? This is you. The real you. The you that you should accept. Even if you find the ingredient you need in Luci's cage, you'll still have that dark hole inside you. The hole that can only be filled by killing. And you can never get rid of that. No matter how hard you try.