The Winchester Travelling Picture Show. Each segment is different, each one has their own ratings and warnings.

Up now: Skyline.

Summary: The Winchester Brothers versus the aliens of Skyline. "They're not dead. They're just really really pissed off."

A/N: Summary line taken from line of dialogue in movie. If you have 90 minutes to kill, and can see "Skyline" at a morning matinee (don't spring for popcorn, stash some in your purse or backpack and pull out the bag when the lights go down), then I say go for it. Good special effects. Otherwise, I wouldn't pay full price to see this movie. Better still, wait for it to come out on DVD.

POV: Dean Winchester

The Meanest SOBs in the Valley

Dad let me have his journal before we split up. Funny how things work out like that, huh? I'm writing everything down. If somebody finds this, I want them to know what happened.

I hate LA.

I'm not worried about Dad and Bobby. I'm not. Bobby's place is out in the sticks. These squiddy bastards like to go for the cities. That's where the people are. Don't think they'll hit the rural areas just yet.

I called Dad the day before the shit hit the fan. He was with Bobby. Black dog hunt. Later on my cell went out just like everybody else's did the next morning. Haven't talked to either one of them since.

I'm not worried. Bobby's got food stockpiled and that panic room of his. Not to mention all that stuff he's got stashed away in the house and in the yard.

Dad and Bobby are okay. They've gotta be.

4:32am.

Something was wrong. I couldn't figure out what. I turned over on my side and all I could see was that bright blue light outside my window.

All I could see was my Mom.

"Dean? I missed you, sweetie." She looked just like she did the last time I saw her, with that long white nightgown and her long hair shining on her shoulders.

I felt my lips move. Can't remember what I said. I rolled out of bed, took a few steps forward.

The light was so pretty. It made me happy.

I knew Mom's skin and hair would smell like almond soap and baked cookies fresh from the oven.

I stumbled. Felt like I was drunk. I was light-headed.

I wanted to hug her. Wanted to put my arms around her and tell her how damn much I missed her.

Mom smiled at me and opened her arms. "Come here, Dean. It's all right."

I took another couple of steps, and I think I laughed out loud. I know I did.

I was happy. Mom was here.

My skin felt funny. I felt bigger than usual. Stronger. That damn blue light filled me up, pulled me forward, and I didn't give a damn anymore. My mom was here. She was here, and I wanted to go to her more than anything in the world. All that crap that happened over the last twenty years was a mistake. That night in November with the screams and the fire was a mistake, it had to be, just a stupid friggin' mistake, and now somebody called do over, somebody hit the reset button, and everything was all right again.

Mom was here and soon Dad would be too. Dad and Sammy, and we'd all be together again….

Somebody screamed inside my head. I took another step, and the voice got louder.

-not her, you damn fool, it's not her-

I took another step forward.

Look at it, that's not Mom - it's not her-

I stopped and jammed my hands in my ears. I didn't want to listen. I wanted whoever this was to shut the hell up. He didn't.

It was my voice. Mine.

All I could see was that blue light and something with long arms waving around in the air behind it. I got confused. Mom wasn't there anymore. Mom wasn't there anymore and there was this thing instead, this damn fugly.

I got pissed.

Something broke inside my head. That's the only way I can describe whatever this was. It hurt like a sonofabitch. I could feel the veins on my face, chest and shoulders swell up. Everything went white hot then. My skin burned all the way down to my bones.

I remembered screaming at the thing. Yelling at it. I was pissed. Mom was gone.

Whatever was outside screamed too. It folded in on itself, and I realized was doing it. I killed it, just as easy as could be. My head hurt, but I balled that fucker up like a used Kleenex. It screamed, and the sound made me smile. I didn't stop until it was on the ground. It was on the ground and it wasn't moving, and that damn lying blue light was gone.

I sank down on my knees. I was tired and all I wanted was to close my eyes and rest.

I don't remember much after that.

I miss my baby. When I woke up later on that first day I found what was left of her out on the parking lot.

Smashed flat.

I killed every squiddy fug I saw after that. It felt good. That headache I get now is worth it. Those big ass tanker things are harder to kill. Have to get too damn close for it to work, but doing something stupid never stopped me before, now did it?

Haven't seen any people for a while. Everywhere is a vacant lot. Whenever I hole up in a house or apartment building I never look in the mirrors anymore. My eyes look funny, all washed out and pale. I can see blue veins underneath my skin.

Don't know what Dad would say if he saw the way I am now. I look just like the things we used to hunt.

And sometimes I feel like the things we used to hunt, too.

That bad feeling in my gut only got bigger and heavier when I reached Palo Alto. Stanford was smashed flat.

The only thing left was one of those city ships. Up. I'd have to go up.

I stood out in the open, and a couple of the squids came sliding by. They didn't get too close, and I didn't make a move on them. Nothing wrong here. Just a dumbass human too stupid to hide anymore.

Here I am. Come and get me.

The ship moved in until it was right over me.

I looked up, into the bright blue light.

There wasn't much light in there. It was dark. The place smelled like death.

I woke up all at once. There were bodies everywhere. People and those things. I couldn't understand that, because I hadn't even killed anything yet. I raised up on my hands and knees. Someone was standing over in the shadows.

"Dean?"

I didn't say anything. I waited.

She stepped out into the light. She was a cute little blonde. Her clothes were all torn, her skin was bruised and bloodied, but I knew her, all right.

"Dean Winchester?" she whispered.

It was Sam's girl. Jess. I'd seen her a few times. I used to swing by, and check on the brat without him knowing when I was in Cali on business. Hell, Dad used to do the same thing, but he'd never let Sam see him. The hell with that. A year after Sam left us I walked right up to Sam and Jess one day when they were walking across campus, stuck my hand out and introduced myself.

Seeing Sam's bitchface was so worth it.

"Jess?"

She nodded. She stared at me all wide-eyed. I know I look like hell now. Skin's bad, and my eyes are funny and pale.

My throat felt funny. Must have been from that light they used on me. I could barely whisper, but I had to know. "Where's…where's Sam?"

I saw something move out of the left corner of my eye. It was big. Fugly.

I turned around, and the damn thing was in the shadows. It was huge, with eight eyes. It wasn't a squiddy, looked more like a damn gorilla that someone had skinned the fur off and put scales on instead. I could feel the headache flare behind my eyes. The thing backed up into the wall, shaking its head from side to side.

If I was going to start killing, this bastard was as good a place to start as any.

Jess ran over. She almost tripped over the bodies on the floor, but somehow she made it. At first I thought she was trying to hide behind me, but then she got between me and the fug, raised her arms out to the side like she was trying to block me.

Like she was trying to protect it.

"Get out of the way, Jess. Get-"

"Dean, no! It's Sam."

I froze in place, just stood there staring. The fug's shoulders slumped. It stared at the floor like it was ashamed of itself.

I stood there staring with my mouth dropped open. Jess moved in front of me, and I didn't even flinch when she reached out and touched me on the shoulder.

"It's Sam." She whispered again, and all I could do was nod.

I listened to Jess. And I really didn't want to listen to her. We sat down in that room while Sam stood in the shadows, and she told me what happened on the first day, how she and Sam and about fifty others holed up inside the Student Center. They had to leave the next day, when the squids came. Jess said she and Sam found an apartment in another building to hide out in, and they stayed there for another two weeks.

Until the tankers started knocking the buildings down, and they made a run for it.

They saw the light. They got caught.

She told me that she watched as they took Sam's brain out, and then they…they…threw my brother's body down this chute like it was a candy wrapper.

I had trouble breathing. The walls around us shook, and I realized that was me. I wanted to shake the whole damn place down, rip the fuck out of it, but I couldn't. That went on for a minute or, then I forced myself to calm the hell down. Jess sat there calmly, and when everything stopped moving I had to steady myself, then I told her to go on, to keep talking.

She said she curled up in a ball, then, pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them, trying to protect the baby. Sam's baby.

Second time I forgot to breathe. Jess stared at my face. She leaned forward, put her hand on my knee, and started talking again.

She told me that she watched as they slipped Sam's brain into this fugly body. The squids grabbed her then, threw her down and started ripping at her clothes. They were trying to get at the baby. She didn't recognize Sam. Not at first. All she knew was the ones holding her down died pretty damn quick, and she was left lying on her side, staring up at the one who killed them all. She was numb, didn't react, until it put its hand on her back and started rubbing her back in small circles.

Just like Sam and I used to do for each other, when we were kids.

Jess told me she and Sam searched for Sam's body after that. They never found it. Never found his head, either.

She finally ran out of words. When she did I got up and walked over.

"Sammy?"

He made a noise. Sounded like a moan. Wouldn't look at me, either. Just stared off to the side shaking his head a little.

"Sam. Dude. Quit being such a damn girl, okay? Look at me."

A head shake. No. All six eyes blinked, and then went dull a little.

"Come on. Look at me." I stepped around where he could see me. "I'm not the same either."

Sam's eyes blinked, and he looked down at me. We stared at each other for a long moment. I don't remember raising my arms, but I must've, because the next thing I knew we were hugging each other.

Damn chick flick moment.

This is a big damn ship, and we're not alone up here. Jess says she thinks there are other humans around. I think she's right. I can hear them crying, off in the distance.

I can also tell there are more squiddys around.

I can hear them too.

I don't know how we're gonna get down. If we ever will. That doesn't really matter. We're here now, and we're not going anywhere. Told you before that I'm writing all this down. Maybe I'll be able to give his journal back to Dad someday. Somehow.

Sam doesn't want Jess to get involved, because of the baby. Thing is, he can't stop her.

She looked into the light, just like I did.

She can kill them, just like I do. Right now? Me, Sam, and Jess have work to do.

We're gonna kill some evil sonsabitches, and raise a little hell.

finis