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Beethoven's fifth symphony resounded through the ballroom. Dean awkwardly smiled and nodded at the people staring at him. He had changed his ring tone, as Jackie had suggested, but he forgot to turn down the volume.

Dean opened his phone and said, "Yeah?"

"Dean, it's me." Sam's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Sammy. What's up?"

"I found the demon."

"Did you call Jack?"

"Yeah. She's on her way."

"Where are you?"

"Near the punchbowl. Dean, listen to me. We have a problem."

"Why? What's up?"

"It's Layla."

"Layla? Like, Layla Roark?"

"Yeah."

"I thought she only had six months to leave when we left?"

"She did. I think the demon is possessing her corpse."

"So the problem is…?"

"There's no way we can sure that Layla is actually dead."

"So if we waste the demon, there's a chance we would kill Layla Roark?"

"Yeah."

"Does Jack know?"

"Not yet. I thought it might be easier to explain in person."

"I'll be right there."

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Dean was closer to Sam, so he reached him first. Jackie arrived two minutes after Dean did.

"Okay. Where is it?" she asked when she arrived.

Sam nodded at a woman talking to a man nearby. Dean and Jackie followed his gaze to Layla Roark. Dean recognized her immediately but Jackie had never met her before.

"Are you sure?" Jackie asked.

"Yeah."

Jack moved to go walk to Layla but Sam grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Jack looked at him confusedly.

"Jack, there's more."

"What?"

"We know her."

Jack looked from Sam to Dean and then asked, "From where?"

"Dean was…sick once. I took him to a faith healer. This girl was there too. Her name is Layla Roark. When we left her about a year ago, she had six months to live."

"Wait, a faith healer? Aren't those things usually scams?"

"The healer's wife was controlling a reaper. We didn't know."

Jack looked at her shoes for a moment and then looked back at Sam.
"Listen guys… I've got this one. I'll do it."

"We don't know if we'll be killing her!" Dean said defensively.

"Dean, come on. Even if she was still alive after those six months, which is a huge if, that would mean that she probably would have had this demon inside her for weeks already. She'll probably die messy if we don't help her out."

"Help her out by killing her?" Dean asked.

"Hey, I don't like it any more than you do. But either way she's going to die. We might as well end her suffering."

Dean and Sam exchanged glances. They both knew Jackie was right.

Just then gunshots rang through the ballroom. Instinctively Sam tackled Jack to the ground and Dean whipped out his gun.

People ran around screaming and heading for an exit. However all of the exterior doors were locked from the outside. Two men entered the ballroom from the one unlocked door and pointed their guns at random people. Then one of the men, who was about 5"7 with sandy blonde hair and a thin build yelled out to the people, "EVERYONE GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD!"

Immediately people scrambled to their knees. Sam helped Jack to her feet.

Suddenly one of the men noticed Dean, who was still wielding his gun. He pointed his rifle at Dean and screamed, "DROP IT!"

"Alright, alright! Let's just calm down, no one has to get hurt here."

Dean slowly lowered his gun and placed it at his feet on the ground. The man came over to him and grabbed the gun away. Sam, Dean and Jack all dropped to their knees. The man immediately frisked them all down, and took away all of their weapons. Sam was carrying his gun and the Colt; Jackie had a flat knife hidden underneath her dress.

The man dragged them to the middle of the ballroom, in the middle of the hordes of people that were all still panicking. The other man was walking around the ballroom, picking up purses and wallets from everyone he could find. The man that was with Sam, Jackie and Dean went to go help him.

Sam glanced to his side and saw Layla picking at the lock to one of the doors. No one had noticed her but him. Sam nudged Jack, who was beside him.

She saw what was happening and she whispered to him, "Go."

Sam crawled in Layla's direction. Jackie and Dean looked at each other and nodded. It would be their job to disarm the men.

They crept closer and closer to the burglars. Finally, when they were about three feet away they nodded to each other again and sprang up on their feet.

The men noticed them at once and sent bullets towards them but they dropped to the floor and dodged them. Jack whipped her foot out at one of the men's feet and he fell on his back. Dean got on his feet and knocked the gun out of the other man's hands.

The man Jackie had dropped to his feet had dropped his gun and it slid away from him. He got to his feet to see Jackie, ready for him. He grinned, thinking taking her out would be easy.

He sent a punch towards her but she dodged it, grabbed his outstretched arm and bent it backwards. The man cried out in pain, but sent his other fist to her jaw. It connected and knocked her backwards. She recovered quickly and aimed a kick at his chest. It hit him and winded him. She then sent a punch across his cheek and in quick succession sent another blow to his jaw. Then, to finish him off she spun around and kicked him, knocking him to the floor and out cold.

She panted and glanced to Dean. He was winning his fight as well. However the other man sent one horrible blow to Dean's jaw, making him fall to the floor and grunt in pain. Jack came up behind the man and hit him on the back of his head. He yelled but turned and sent a blow to her head. Jackie ducked and the man's blow missed her. Then with one stellar shot to his jaw, he fell to the floor, unconscious.

Dean got to his feet and mumbled, "Damn."

Jack glanced to where Sam was. He had grabbed a salt shaker from one of the tabled and trapped Layla inside a circle of salt. She nodded at him and he nodded back. Jack then moved to one of the exits. The guests were still confused, not knowing if the men were really out of the picture, and they watched her every move. Jack approached one of the doors and kicked it down. Then she yelled throughout the room.

"Everyone just stay calm. Get out of the building and someone call the police."

Immediately people rushed out of the door. Chaos thrived for about five minutes until Sam, Dean and Jackie were left alone with Layla and the unconscious bodies of the two men who had tried to rob them. Jackie approached the man Dean had been fighting and pulled out the Colt.

"This doesn't change anything, Jack. We still don't know if Layla is still alive." Sam pointed out.

"I have an idea. Trust me." Jackie approached the demon.

"Why, hello Miss Beckett." Layla said with a smirk.

"You know me?" Jackie asked casually.

"Oh yes of course. You killed my brother when you went on that little killing spree a year back."

"Aww, well… Sorry about that." Jack said with a grin.

"No you're not."

"True."

"You know, I'm surprised at you."

"Why's that?"

"I never thought you'd stoop so low."

"What do you mean?" Jack said, a grin still residing on her face.

"Well, doing his dirty work? It's a little low." Layla pointed behind Sam, Dean and Jackie.

They all turned and there was Ezariel, his yellow eyes shining and his lips curled into a devilish grin.

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