Chapter 37
I Hate This Universe, Sammy
Deep inside of a parallel universe
It's getting harder and harder
To tell what came first
Under water where thoughts can breathe easily
Far away you were made in the sea
Just like me
Christ I'm a sidewinder I'm a
California king
I swear it's everywhere
It's everything
Staring straight up into the sky
Oh my my a solar system that fits
In your eye microcosm
You could die but you never dead spider web
Take a look at the stars in
Your head fields of space kid
Christ I'm a sidewinder I'm a
California king
I swear it's everywhere
It's everything
Christ I'm a sidewinder I'm a
California king
I swear it's everywhere
It's everything
Psychic changes are born in your heart entertain
A nervous breakthrough that makes us the same
Bless your heart girl
Kill the pressure it's raining on
Salted cheeks
When you hear the beloved song
I am with you
Christ I'm a sidewinder I'm a
California king
I swear it's everywhere
It's everything
Christ I'm a sidewinder I'm a
California king
I swear it's everywhere
It's everything
Parallel Universe by Red Hot Chili Peppers
"Where's Bobby?" Sam asked as he, Jack and Dean were researching at Bobby's. Sam had entered the living room.
"In town, doing the supply run." Jack replied, he was sitting across Dean behind a desk.
"And where's Ellen and Jo?"
"Arkansas. They got a lead on a raw head there; four kids had mysteriously disappeared for the last two weeks." Jack continued,
"In this?" Sam asked puzzled as he looked out the window, it was pouring rain.
"Yeah, They're heros. We were officially out of hunter's helper." Dean answered while gesturing to his empty liquor bottle,
"Hello, boys." Balthazar greeted as he appeared in the living room making the guys to turn around and see him. "You've seen "the Godfather," right?"
"Balthazar?" Why is he here? They haven't seen him since the Aaron Birch case. Why does he want?
"You know, the end, where Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop," Balthazar explained ignoring Dean's question. He grabbed a container of salt and poured it into a bowl on Bobby's desk.
"Hey!"
"Dead sea brine." good, good, good. You know, Moe Greene gets it in the eye, and Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door?" Balthazar ignoring Dean once again and that annoyed him. he doesn't like to be ignored.
"I said hey." Dean repeated and finally, Dean got the angel's attention.
"You did. Twice. Good for you. Blood of lamb. Blood of lamb." He vanished which made the hunters and the Hellbreaker turn to see Balthazar looking through the fridge for lamb blood.
"Beer, cold pizza. Blood of lamb. Yes! Blood of lamb!"
"Why are you talking about The Godfather?" Sam questioned as Balthazar grabbed the jar and reappeared back in the living room.
"Because we're in it - right now. Tonight. And in the role of Michael Corleone - the archangel Raphael." Jack glanced at Dean who was irritated by the angel. So he took over.
"Can you explain to us the meaning of this?" Jack questioned
"No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no." the angel declined as he emptied the contents of Bobby's desk looking for something. He grinned when he found a bone from a drawer"Yes. Bone of a lesser saint. This vertebra will do very nicely. Your Mr. Singer does keep a beautiful pantry."
"Wait, Raphael is after you?"
"Raphael is after us all. You see, he's consolidated his strength. And now he's on the move."
"And where's Cas anyway?" Jack asked the angel
"Oh, Cassie. He is deep, deep underground. So, good old Raphie put out a hit list on every last samaritan who helped our dear Cas - including both of you. And so much more importantly, me. See, he wants to draw Cas out in the open." Balthazar replied,
"And you expect us to just believe you?" Sam asked bit sceptic and that was understandable between the angels and the Winchesters
"Oh, don't. You'll go where I throw you either way."
Dean frowned as the lights flicker, someone's coming. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"And that's all the time we have, gentlemen," Balthazar told him him. He opened his jacket and revealed bloodstain on his right side. "Where is it?"
"Whoa. What happened there?"
"Oh. Garish, I know. You see, uncle Raffy sent one of his nastiest to handle me. I'm flattered, actually. And down a lung at the moment, but that's all right." Balthazar handed Sam a set of keys. "Oh, here's for you."
"What am I supposed to do with this?." Sam asked mystified, why would Balthazar give him a key
"Run with it." Balthazar replied, them all of a sudden, he was thrown across the room as another angel appeared in the living room. "Virgil." Balthazar turned to Jack and the Winchesters.
"I said run!" he told them as he held up a hand sending them through the window.
Now when you jump through the window at Bobby's, you would expect that you land on the hard dirty ground outside not on a mattress in front of sitting around several TV monitors in a TV set building
"Cut!" a man shouted, Jack, Sam and Dean looked at each other confused as they got up from the mat, where the hell are they?
"Real good solid fall. Way to go." One of the crew member said as he patted Dean on the shoulder and left
"Jared, Jensen, Jericho! Outstanding! That was just great." The man now known as the director complimented them for their which they became more and more confused of where they are.
"So no angels?" Sam asked
"No angels, I think." Dean said bit doubtful
"Should we be killing anybody?"
"Nah, I don't think so." Jack shook his head as he looked around worry line all over his face.
"Running?"
"Where?" Sam picked up a piece of window glass which turned to be a piece of clear rubber. "
"That's a wrap on Jared, Jensen and Jericho" a man declared into a walkie talkie.
Sam exchanges a confused look with both Dean and Jack. "Who the hell are-"
"Jared! Jericho! Three minutes, okay? Great."
A woman comes up and grabbed Sam and Jack's arms off, pulling them away from. Dean.
"Where are we going?" Dean asked following them only to be dragged suddenly by another woman
"Jensen, there you are. Let's just get you in the chair." The woman shoved him over to a brightly lit table and pushed him into a chair. "Okay, hon, we're just gonna get this makeup off your face."
The woman grabbed a wipe and started to wipe his face until Dean moved away. "Whoa, I'm not wearing any make..." He trailed off seeing the makeup on the wipe going to shock. "Oh, crap. I'm a painted whore." He commented,
"Trish Evian here with Jared Padalecki and WWE Superstar Chris Jericho from TV's "Supernatural." So, Jared, Chris season six." a pretty attractive interviewer said as they were interviewing Jack and Sam in a panic room of the set.
"What?" Sam asked confused, he turned to Jack who shrugged helplessly meaning sorry, can't help you on this.
"You beat the devil along with the Hellbreaker, lost your soul, and got it back again." She stated and then turned to Jack "And as for you, Chris, you made a crossroads deal to save your mom with Crowley, you went to hell and came back as a badass half breed angel and fell in love with your soulmate Ellen Harvelle. So tell us, what's next for Sam Winchester and Jack Cahill?"
Look, I-I-I really don't –" Sam stammered
"Oh, and if you could include the question in your answer? Thanks." She said
Sam laughed nervously as he turned to Jack giving him a look saying I'm freaking out.
Moments later Dean finds Sam and Jack on the other side of the sound stage after he managed to escape from the make up person. "Dude, they put freaking makeup on us. Those bastards." Dean told them.
"Look, We think we know what this is," Sam replied
"Okay. What?"
"It's a TV show." Jack added
"You think?" Dean said sarcastically,
"Wait on, what he meant was, wherever this place is, this Twilight Zone Balthazar zapped us into. For whatever reason our life is a TV show."
"No seriously, why would anybody wanna watch our lives?"
"Well, I mean, according to the interviewer, not very many people do. Look, I'm not saying it makes sense. I'm just saying, we landed in some dimension where you're Jensen Ackles and I'm something called a Jared Padalecki and he is some guy named Chris Jericho, a WWE superstar or something."
"Oh, so, what, now you're Polish? And Jackie here is a wrestler? Is any of this making any sense to you," Dean asked as they walked out of the sound stage. Jack and Dean let out a sign of relief when they saw the Impala and the Mustang were parked to a food truck.
"Haha, there's our babies, man." Jack grinned,
"Yeah, at least they have made it." Dean agreed, they frowned when someone started to throw mud on the windshield. "Hey. Hey, what.." He stopped in mid sentence when he saw other impalas and that's including the beat up ones. As for Jack, he saw multiple Mustangs not far from the impalas. Jack's eyes widened in shock at that. He feels like he's going throw up or punch through a brick wall right about now. And as for Dean, he had the same reaction.
"I feel sick. I'm gonna be sick." Dean and Jack walked away sickened by the sight and Sam followed them.
"Me too." Jack agreed,
"I want to go home. I feel like this whole place is bad-touching me."
"Yeah, I know. Me too. So, what do you think? Cass?"
"He's our best shot, if he's still alive." Dean stopped and closed his eye to pray for their angel buddy. "Dear Castiel, who art maybe running his ass away from heaven, we pray that you have your ears on. So. Breaker breaker..." He opened his eyes and Sam stared back at him. They looked around and find Cas standing a few feet away. They ran over to him. "Cas. Hey. Oh, thank God. What is all this? What did Balthazar do to us?"
"To keep you out of Virgil's reach, he's cast you into an alternate reality a universe similar to ours in most respects yet dramatically different in others." Cas explained,
"Like - like bizarro earth, right? Except instead of having Bizarro superman, we get this clown factory."
"Um...Yeah, well...Anyway, no time to explain. Do you have the key?"
"Yeah." Sam replied as he handed the key to Cas"So, what does this thing do anyway?"
"It opens a room."
"What's in the room," Dean asksed
"Every weapon Balthazar stole from Heaven."
"He gave it to us?" Jack asked,
"To keep it safe, till I could reach you. With those weapons, I have a chance to rally my forces."
"Oh, okay, good. Yeah. So now, what's the deal with all this TV crap?" Sam asked
Castiel frowned. "Pardon?"
"Amen, Padaleski," Dean says.
"Lecki," Sam corrected
"What?"
"Lecki. I'm pretty sure."
"Man, they put out new pages," Cas complained, digging through his pockets out and pulling out a thin packet of paper.
Dean frowned. "New what?"
"Is this a cosmic joke," Sam asked.
"If it is, it's stupid and we don't get it."
"Yeah."
"Are you guys okay?" Castiel asked as he pulled off his tie.
"Yeah, we're good, just… just exhausted. Give me that." Jack replied as he snatched the script from Cas and looked through the script.
"Ahh. These are words in a script. This isn't Cas." Jack groaned while shaking his head in despair, so much for help.
"But look at him," Sam argues.
"It's not him." Jack countered,
Not Cas looked between the brothers and their friend. "You guys wanna run lines or..."
"His name is Misha," Dean said as he saw the name . "Misha?"
Sam grabbed the key from Misha. "Oh, wow, just great."
Jack tossed the script at him and they walked away. "Misha? Jensen? What's up the names around here?"
"How should I know?" Jack snapped,
"Oh. You guys, you really punked me," Misha called to them.
"I wanna dig my finger into my brain and scratch it till we're back in Kansas," Dean said
"Feeling is mutual, Dean." Jack replied agreeing with him
"Hey," Sam said, pointing to a very large camper. "J. Ackles."
"That's fake me."
"Yeah."
"This must be fake mine." The guys entered the trailer and found a large fish tank by the wall. A toy helicopter was sitting on a table while a large flat screen was hanging on the wall above a faux fireplace. Jack let out a whistle as he checked the place out. "Dude, I have a helicopter."
"All right, who puts a 300 gallon aquarium in their trailer?"
"Apparently, Jensen Ackles." Dean stated the obvious.
"Huh. All right. Here we go. Let's see who this guy is," Sam said as he sat down at the table where a laptop was open. Jack was standing behind him watching over his shoulder.
"Well, he's not a hunter, but he plays one on TV," Dean replied while gesturing to the large TV at the back of the trailer as he walked around. "Oh, come on." He picked up a magazine off the coffee table. "Look at these male modeling sons of bitches. Nice blue steel, Sam."
"Hey, apparently it's our job. All right. Here it goes. Says you're from Texas."
"Really?"
"Yeah," Jack replied when he found something that would piss Dean "Oh boy. It says here that you were on a soap opera."
"Dean frowned "What?" Sam motioned to the computer and Dean walks over. They watch the clip for a few seconds before Dean slammed the laptop shut disgusted by it. "I don't like this universe, Sammy. We need to get out of this." Dean stated: he didn't want to stay here for very much longer."
"Yeah. No argument here. But I don't think our prayers are reaching Cas. Or the real Cas."
"Well, I agree. I think we are definitely out of, uh, soul-phone range. But..."
"What?"
"If we can reverse Balthazar's spell... I watched every move." Dean was sketching the sigil on a legal pad he had taken from the desk.
"We just, uh, get the ingredients, right, get back to that same window, and..." he held up the drawing of the sigil Balthazar had drawn on the window.
"There's no place like home."
"And the choir says Amen." Jack replied,
"Guys, check this out." Jack said as he spotted a trailer that belonged to Chris Jericho and they went to see a sign on the door that had a very unique nickname.
"Y2J?" Sam read the sign as they stepped in to the trailer and it was… it had an exclusive interior. It had titles framed on the walls, pictures from WWE, and posters of a band called Fozzy.
"Wow. Look at this place." Jack said as he looked around the place "Man, this guy is a rockstar."
"Yeah, much better than Jensen Ackles."
"Well, I better check this guy out ." Jack said as he went to get a laptop from a sofa that was nearby the toilet. Dean and Sam gathered around him to see info
"Alright, he was born in Manhasset, New York but grew in Winnipeg, Huh, he became a professional wrestler at and wrestled in Japan, Mexico before returning to our backyard, he worked with couple of companies before signing to the WWE in 1999 and became a huge superstar, he is also a rockstar who is leading singer in a band called Fozzy"
"Fozzy?" Dean repeated and then snorted, "What kind of name is that?"
"Dude, shut up." Jack shut Dean up "Anyway, he met one of the producers of this show at a Sci Fi convention and the producer suggested that he should audition for a role back in 2009. He did just that and got the part as Jack Cahill. The character got a mixed reaction during his first appearance in season 5; some loved him while others hated him. But as the show progressed, he started to become everyone's favorite. "
"Huh, not bad for a Lemmy Kilmister wannabe." As jack continued to look to Chris Jericho's bio he found a very interesting fan site
"Guys look at this," Jack said as he found a website "This is a fansite that everyone has to say about me. It's called Jack Cahill: everybody loves the Hellbreaker." Dean and Sam chuckled at that "Let's see. Here's a comment from a user called warsage: Jack Cahill is a one of a kind character. OK, not bad." Jack read
"Here's another one: huh, from rey619. Jack is a hell of a character who's been through so much in life and he still fights the good fight. I don't understand the negative that surrounds him. He simplifies of a man that has a heart of a warrior. And for that, I respect him." Sam continued
"Thanks." And then he found something in Jericho's bio that broke his heart "It says here that I'm married with a woman named Jessica and have three kids. but no sign of Ellen."
Dean patted his back in an attempt to assure him that he will reunite with Ellen soon. "Hang in there, pal."
"Yeah, let's go home."
"Backbone of a lesser saint. Got it," Sam said as he found out a bone from the desk on the set that look exactly like Bobby's study. "Uh...it's rubber."
Jack sighed in frustration.
Dean holds up a knife. "Check this out." He bended the knife, showing that it too was made of rubber. He grabs another fake knife and stabbed Sam with the fake knife. "Hey. Look, it's fake. It's all fake!"
"What are we supposed to do with this crap?" Jack scowled as they walked out of sound stage and went to the parking lot where they climbed in to one of the impalas, Dean started the car and they drove down the backlot
"All right, we go round up the genuine articles and bring them here for the spell," Dean says. The engine screeched. "What the hell is going on? What is wrong with this thing?"
A tapping came from the window. "Mr. Ackles, please." They looked out the window and found a man. "Mr. Ackles, please stop."
"It's not the Impala," Sam says.
Dean and Jack glared at him. "Ya think? It's a freakin prop. Just like everything else."
Dean stops the Impala and the boys climb out. "Thank you. Thank you so much," the PA says.
"How the hell are we supposed to get out of here?"
"I hate this." Jack complained quietly as he followed Sam and Dean in the soundstage the next day. They managed to get out of back via a man named Cliff who was willing to give them a lift to "Jared's" house back in Vancouver.
That's right, they were in Canada much to the dismay of Dean. They learned that Sam was obviously married to Ruby or Genevieve as she called herself, they stayed over the night, they bought the ingredients for the spell but they were forced to do some acting work and well… just say that they are not auditioning for the James Bond anytime soon. When they performed the ritual to return to their world but it didn't work as they found our anything supernatural creatures and legends were myths and magic didn't exist. they were having big problems now.
"Okay, maybe we can't get out of, uh, you know, Earth number two right now, but the least we can do is get the hell out of the Canadian part of it." Dean spoke his mind
"If I hear one more conversation about hockey, I'm gonna puke."
"The trio stopped and looked around the set of a sewer. "This way," Sam says, going down a fake tunnel.
"This way," Dean counters, going forward.
"No, this way." Jack said pointing to the other fake tunnel.
Sam walked back into the main tunnel. "No, I really think that we should..." He froze when he saw a figure in the tunnel. It was Virgil "Dean!"
Dean stopped in his track and froze when he sees Virgil standing in front of him.
"You really think you can run?" the angel coldly asked. Virgil places a hand on Dean's forehead trying to smite but nothing happened.
Dean smirked. "Sorry, dude. Mojo free zone." He punched the angel as Sam and Jack joined him.
"No magic in the house," Sam said as they walk up onto the fake tunnel's platform.
"Which makes you nothing but a dick." Jack added as he headbutted Virgil and kneed the angel henchman in the stomach. But fortunately some crewmembers saw the fight and rushed over to separate the trio from Virgil
Crew members rushed over and pull the brothers off of Virgil. "No, no, no. Stop. You don't understand," Sam told them. "No, no! You are dead, Virgil!"
"You're dead! Dead! Dead!" Jack shouted. What they didn't notice was that Virgil had reached into Sam's pocket and took the key.
After that fight in the soundstage, the crew were getting suspicious of their behaviour as up late. Having a little time to get back home,
The trio jumped as the walk onto the set of Bobby's den and light turns on. Sitting behind Bobby's desk was the balding older man. "There you are, guys. You got a minute," he asks, looking between the two of them.
"Actually, we're looking for-" Sam began
"That extra you tried to kill," the man interrupted. The trio stared at him. "So is it money? Is this the kind of act that goes way if we can scare up some coverage on a raise?"
"More money? You already pay these two jokers enough as it is." Dean argued.
"Cause I'd like to think that over these years we've grown closer. That you don't think of me as Director Bob or Executive Producer Bob Singer. But as Uncle Bob."
The trio exchanged a confused look. Sam frowned. "Wait, you're kidding. So the character in the show, Bobby Singer-"
"What kind of a douchebag names a character after himself," Dean questioned
"Oh, that's not right."
"Okay, guys, let's begin again," Bob says. The boys turn around and walk away.
"You know, I don't think Virgil would have shagged out of here without getting his mitts on that key," Dean quietly said
Sam nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I agree." He tapped into his pockets.
Hands grasped their shoulders and they looked at Bob. "Guys. You can't come to work on poppers. And smuggle kidneys in from Mexico. And make up your own lines as you go. You cannot make up your own lines. Good God, what about your careers?"
"You know what? Screw our careers, Bob," Sam tells him, while searching his pockets.
Bob stared. "What?"
Sam walked off the set. Dean and Jack glared at Bob. "You heard my brother. That's right, I said brother. Because you know what, Bob? We're not actors. We're hunters. We're the Winchesters. And Chris is Jack Cahill. Always have been and always will be. And where we're from, people don't know who we are. But you know what? We matter to that world. In fact, we even saved a son of a bitch once or twice. And yeah, okay, here, maybe there's some fans who give a crap about this nonsense."
"I wouldn't call it 'nonsense.'"
"But, Bob Singer, if that even is your name, tell us this. What does it all mean?" Jack asked
Bob nodded. "Okay. This is good. I mean, we've all had our psychotic breaks, right? I can work with this."
"Guys," Sam says, walking back over them. "Virgil. I think he has the key."
Dean frowned He turns back to Bob. "We quit."
"Yeah," Sam says, then they run off leaving a shocked executive producer.
Jack went for the extra mile as he flipped off the old man. He is one of a kind indeed.
"You know that if we drop Virgil, get the key, I mean, this might be it. We might stuck here." Dean said as they had made their way back to the set after they examined the crime scene of the non- Cas who had been murdered by Virgil.
"No, we'll figure out a way back," Sam replies.
Dean shrugged. "Yeah, you wouldn't be that broke up if we didn't, though."
Sam frowned. "What? Don't be stupid."
"Well, I'm just saying, no Hell below us, above us only sky."
"Dean, our friends are back there."
"Not to mention the woman I love is there too." Jack added,
Dean nods. "Yeah, but here, you got a pretty good life. I mean, back home, the hits have been coming since you were six months old. You gotta admit, being a bazillionaire, married to Ruby? The whole package. It's no contest. And the same goes for you, Jack."
Sam was silent for a moment before saying. "No, you know, you were right. We just don't mean the same thing here. I mean, we're not even brothers here, man. And I don't think Jack can live as a person he's not." Jack nodded in agreement
"All right, then. Let's get our crazy show back home."
Jack glanced at the Winchesters when gunshot were heard "Game time." Jack said as he and Sam ran to get Virgil's attention. They found Virgil shooting members of the crew.
"Hey!" Sam shouted. Virgil turns and fired at them which they took cover quickly. Dean ran over and tackled the angel. They fall onto the set of a motel room. The hunter and the angel engaged into a big fight. Sam and Jack runs onto the set and Jack blocked a punch that Virgil threw. The Hellbreaker easily knocked the angel down. While Jack was keeping Virgil at bay Dean and Sam quickly search his pockets. Dean punched the angel a couple more times as Sam pulled out the key.
"Dean, got it." The fake window behind them started to vibrate and they exchanged a knowing look.
"Raphael. Run!" they tired to run but a force gripped them and yanked them backward through the window.
They landed on the ground outside a motel and saw a African American woman in a suit walking towards them.
"You three...Have the strangest luck." It was Raphael and to say, the meat suit was pretty appealing was an understatement
"Hey, Raphael. Nice suit, have to admit you do look hot… for a man." Jack smirked,
"Good one, Jack." Dean chuckled and that pissed the archangel off as he/she held up a fist and the Winchester doubled in pain while Jack lunged forward and took the Archangel down, they were having a battle of wits.
"Stopping fighting me, Hellbreaker. It doesn't have to be like this. Join me." Raphael offered as Jack threw a couple of punches
"Never." Jack growled.
"Very well." Raphael head butted Jack who got off the Archangel and back handed him sending Jack to the wall of the motel
"Damnit" Jack groaned as he shake off the pain getting back on his
"The key." Sam drops the key and the angel picks it up.
"And that will open you a locker at the Albany bus station," Balthazar said as he appeared behind Raphael.
"Really?"
"You see, I need a modest decoy to make it more convincing."
"Give me the weapons."
"Sorry, darling. They're gone."
"What?"
"I said, too bloody late. You see, they were so well hidden that I needed time to find them. So I volunteered these three marmosets for a game of fetch with Virgil. You three were such an adequate stick. Thank you. Thank you, boys."
Jack sighed, "Why I am not surprised?" Of course, Balthazar didn't give the keys from the goodness from his heart.
"You've made your last mistake."
"I've got a few more up my sleeve, honey."
Raphael started to Balthazar. "Step away from him, Raphael," Cas ordered as he appeared in the parking lot. "I have the weapons now. Their power is with me." Castiel flashed his wings. Pretty intimating, right?
"Castiel," Raphael said.
"If you don't want to die tonight, back off." He made it clear to his adversary
Raphael stared at Cas for a second, then took off. "Well, Cas, now that you have your sword, try not to die by it," Balthazar stated and then fled the scene.
"Cas, what the hell?" Sam asked as Cas walked over to them and placed both of his hands on the Winchesters as he teleported them back to Bobby's. Seconds later, Cas reappeared and transported Jack back to Bobby's as well. They were in the living room there was a wall missing.
"Wait. Wait, you were in on this? Using us as a diversion?"
"It was Balthazar's plan," Castiel told them. "I would have done the same thing."
"That's not comforting, Cas," Dean replies.
"When will I be able to make you understand? If I lose against Raphael, we all lose everything."
"We get it, Cas. We know what's at stake. You've told us." Jack said, Cas and Jack had a staredown for a moment before Cas looked away
"I'm sorry about all this. I'll explain when I can." Cas stated and then vanished.
"Friggin' angels." Dean muttered,
"Got that right." Jack replied,
"Solid." Sam said a he banged on the wall which he let out a breath of relief, they were back home. "It's real. Nice."
"Yeah. Yeah, real, moldy, termite-eaten home sweet home. Chock full of crap that want to skin you. Oh, and, uh, we're broke again."
"I know But hey… At least we're talking, right?" Jack shrugged sheepishly,
Dean snorted in disbelief.
Jack was back at his house as he got out of the Mustang and went through the front door and found Ellen in the kitchen with Jo making diner
"Hey, honey…" Ellen trailed off as Jack rushed to her and kissed her, completely taking her by surprise as kiss deepened for a moment there. That send a pleasant thrill down her body and she felt her heartbeat raise a bit.
Jack pulled away from her catching breath.
"Not that I'm grateful but what's…" Jack held up a finger to her mouth silencing her.
"You. Me. Bedroom. Now." Jack said and he scooped Ellen up bridal style and took her to the bedroom about to have wild sex. Jo just stood here entirely shocked of what just took place.
"What's just happened?" Jo asked to herself. Oh Jo, If you understand the day Jack had, you probably hadn't asked that question.
So tell me Slim what you wanna do
When you know I'm in love with you
Every time that I turn around
Look for you but you can't be found
Fly free baby, fine with me
I'm in love with a bumble bee
Ooh Slim boy, you killing me
But you so sweet to me
Honey, you so sweet
Sugar, gone a long way to catch you
You so sweet
All I gotta do is add a little lemon
You my favorite drink
You make me think
Honey, you so sweet
So tell me Slim what it's gonna be
It don't be like this usually
When it come to the, "What it do?"
I don't fall for that, "Woop-tee-woo"
Boy, can you tell me please?
Wanna know if you feeling me
Slim boy, you killing me
But you so sweet to me
Honey, you so sweet
Sugar, gone a long way to catch you
You so sweet
All I gotta do is add a little lemon
You my favorite drink
You make me think
Honey, you so sweet
You got that honey, you running from me
You really turn me on
You got that honey, stop acting funny
You really turn me on
So tell me Slim what you trying to do
I'm tryna get me your interview
Look for you all over town
But you gave me the run-around
Fly free baby fine with me
I need to know, is you feeling me?
Can you stick your pinky finger in my tea?
'Cause you're so sweet to me
Honey, you so sweet
Sugar, gone a long way to catch you
You so sweet
All I gotta do is add a little lemon
You my favorite drink
You make me think
Honey, you so sweet
Honey, honey, honey, say
You got that honey, you running from me
You really turn me on
You got that honey, stop acting funny
You really turn me on
You got that honey, you running from me
You really turn me on
You got that honey, stop acting funny
You really turn me on
Honey by Erykah Badu
AN: I wanted to say thank you to warsage for a helping hand with this chapter. Really am grateful for that. As usual, review.