Title: One Soul Condemned To Heaven And Hell {51-60}
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Supernatural/RPS
Pairings: Sam/Jared, Dean/Jensen, Castiel/Ryan
Disclaimer: I do not own the souls of J2, or Sam…or Dean…or anyone…not even my own *le sigh* It's all Kripke and McG, the lucky bastards
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: Post-Hell!Dean, very AU, SLASH!!, post-Season 3, Demon!Sam (sort of), whumping, angst, OOC-ness, wing-kink, SPOILERS!!!! Major spoilers for "Salvation"

(AN: Why are the scenes fucked up and choppy? Because that's how the episode went, bi-zatch, and for the first time I am honoring Kripke's vision. Mini-cliffies for all!)


John pulled up to the abandoned warehouse, Jensen started taking in the surroundings with his pure Winchester instincts. They got out in unison though, the boy reminding him so much of Dean in the way he set his features in determination and put himself at his side.

John stuffed the fake Colt into his jacket, then pulled out a flask of holy water.

"Rosary" the Winchester held out his hand, the boy immediately pulling a plain red strand out and putting it into his palm "Ready?"

"Let's do this" Jensen grinned, half-cocked.

John nodded, and they both headed for the inside of the warehouse. They were almost in the door when a shot of steam scared Jensen so badly he jumped, but didn't fall. He flushed when John cocked an eyebrow at him, embarrassed. Jensen looked around for the source of the noise, spotting a water storage container.

"Hey" Jensen nudged John, gesturing to the structure. They both noted it, just in case. They made their way inside, going through doors and halls. The floor was always covered in a thin layer of water, and pipes were crawling over every bit of space on the walls. Jensen paused at one point, putting his hand on what looked like the blunt end at the start of a water pipe.

"Five bucks says this thing goes all the way up to that container" Jensen grinned cockily.

John looked around briefly, grinning suddenly, "I'll raise you ten bucks and say that ladder goes all the way up to same water tower."

"You're on."

()

Meanwhile…Dean, Sam, and Jared were sitting in the Impala outside Monica's house.

"We could tell 'em there's a gas leak" Sam offered "Might get them out of the house for a few hours."

Jared leaned into the back of his lover's seat, folding his hands on the back rest and resting his chin on them, "And how many times has that actually worked for you guys?"

Dean sighed, "Yeah, that one sucks."

Sam pulled a face shrug, "Could always tell 'em the truth?"

There was a dramatic pause, looks were exchanged.

"No way."

"Nah."

"I know, I know" Sam sighed "It's just with what's coming for these people…"

"Sam, we only got one move and you know it, all right?" Dean stated "We gotta wait for that demon to show itself and then…we get it before it gets them."

All eyes went back to the house, silent for a full minute."I wonder how Dad is doin' " Sam mused aloud.

"Yeah" Dean crinkled his nose "I'd feel a lot better if were there backin' him up instead of my Jenny."

Sam scoffed, "I'd feel a lot better if they were here backin' us up."

()

The ladder did lead up to the water tower, straight up. John examined the metal bars, looking for rust or severe wear but finding none. He was about to climb up when Jensen fisted a hand in his jacket, pulling him around behind the structure. A man in a dark coat passed by on the ground, pausing briefly out in the open before ducking into the warehouse.

John clapped a hand on the slighter man's shoulder, "Thanks, Hollywood."

"Yeah, well, I need you" Jensen thumbed at the container "I have no idea how to bless water."

(AN: I don't know about you guys, but the scene where John blesses the water may be one of the most beautiful scenes I've ever seen on a TV show. The way the rosary floats down, gorgeous. And…Jeffrey Dean Morgan isn't too bad looking either *grin*)

()

Jared, Sam, and Dean observed as the house got ready for bed. The husband closed the curtains of the living room, and Monica slid the curtains to the nursery shut.

"This is weird" Sam stated.

Dean turned his head toward his brother, "What?"

"After all these years, we're finally here" Sam sighed "Doesn't seem real."

Dean conceded to this point, "We just gotta keep our heads and do our jobs, like always."

Jared scoffed, "This isn't exactly like always."

Dean gave him a light tap to the forehead, making the younger man scrunch up his face.

"True" Sam chewed his lower lip, taking in a breath "Dean, uh…I wanna thank ya."

Dean mock looked around, as if a point would show itself, "For what?"

"For everything" Sam admitted, Jared scoffed at them and got out of the car to let the brothers have their moment "You've always had my back, ya know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone, I could always count on you. Before Jared, before Jensen…it was just us."

Sam reached out, cupping his brother's shoulder. Dean shuddered when he saw his brother's eyes flicker to black, hidden meaning behind his words.

"Sammy?"

"You've been loyal these past years, and even before" Sam's voice lowered "I won't forget it easily. Hell tried to break you and failed to take your strength…that says something. I know you'll always be beside me, be my second."

Sam's hand dropped, the spell broke.

"I just…" his little brother's eyes went back to normal, lips turning in a smile "I wanted you to know. Just in case, man."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa" Dean pulled a face "Are you kiddin' me?"

"What?"

"Don't say: 'Just in case something happens to you' " Dean scoffed "I don't wanna hear that frickin' speech, man. Nobody's dyin' tonight. Not me, not you, that family, not dad, or Jen or Jared…especially not me. Just that demon. That evil son-of-a-bitch isn't getting any older than tonight. You understand me?"

Sam nodded, knocking on the glass.

Jared slid back inside the car, "Anything good?"

"Samantha's being pessimistic" Dean stated off-handedly.

Jared sighed and leaned back into the seat, "God, I'm bored…I bet Jen's having a blast with your dad."

()

They entered one of the rooms, finding Tom standing there in the middle. He turned toward them, head cocked to the side. He had on worn jeans, tan shirt, black leather coat…he looked normal. Nice jaw, bit of stubble, dark brunette hair, dark eyes.

"John" his voice was rough, lips turning in a grin "You made it. Too bad, though…you're friends were so easy to kill. Fun, too…you know, for hunters."

"Sorry to disappoint" John drawled.

"I can see where your boys got their good looks" Tom cocked his hips, hands deep in the pockets of his jacket "Though considering what they say about you, we expected you to be…taller."

John took in their surroundings, keeping an eye out for Meg (just in case.)

Tom raked his eyes over Jensen, the actor tensing.

"And this must be Jenny live-in-color-in-the flesh…so much prettier than Dean. But…" Tom hissed out a breath, nose scrunched "You just can't pull off that bad boy vibe, you know? I mean, you have something working for you, but-"

John shifted subtly in front of the actor, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, aren't you the chatty one?" Tom tisked "Fine. Why don't you hand over the gun?"

"If I give you the gun, how do we get out of here?" John asked.

"Inquiring minds wish to know" Jensen let his hand rest at his side, a solid twitch away from curling around his gun handle.

"If you're as good as they say you are, you'll figure something out" the demon stated, eyes glancing at the actor again "And everyone knows Jensen Ackles can wriggle his way out of anything. Including Hell."

John scowled, "Maybe I'll just shoot you."

"You wanna shoot me, baby?" Tom extended his arms, widening the width of his jacket "Go ahead. It won't end anything. There are so many more where I came from."

When John didn't immediately shoot back a reply, Tom dropped his arms.

"Give me the gun" Tom took one hand out of his coat, holding it out "Now."

John took "the Colt" from his jacket, holding it by the barrel. He went to step forward, but Tom suddenly smirked and held up the same palm in a stopping motion.

"Wait…" Tom stepped back, drawing in his hand "Jensen. You bring it."

"Hell no" John stated firmly "I brought him here per your request, but you're not getting an inch closer to him than you already are."

Jensen saw the demon's eyes flicker, and he knew this was no time to mess around.

"Give me the gun" Jensen demanded, stepping close to John and putting his hand over the barrel. The Winchester narrowed his eyes, but he was a determined man. "John…give me the gun."

Reluctantly, it was handed over. Jensen hooked a finger in the trigger guard, holding it carefully as he walked over to the demon. Tom's grin didn't phase him, he kept his chin held high and his eyes hard. He extended his hand, dangling it right before the demon.

"Take it" Jensen hissed.

Tom's hand shot out, seizing the handle of the gun, "I just might."

Jensen didn't take two steps backward before the demon hissed, eyes going pure black.

"What the hell is this?" Tom spat, breaking the gun into parts with a flex of his fingers. The individual parts fell to the floor, charred around the edges.

John tried to fake it, "Is that why you wanted it! To destroy it?"

"That wasn't the Colt" the demon spat "I saw it when it was a but a youngling, that was nothing! It was a fake! You though I wouldn't see it? Wouldn't feel it? Do you take me for a common half-breed like your filthy son?"Tom lunged, stopping an inch from Jensen and baring his teeth, "You're dead. The Winchesters are dead, Jared, all the pathetic things you love."

"We've never used the gun, how could we have known it was a fake?" John protested, reaching out for Jensen but getting a fierce glare from the demon.

"Your boys are dead, John. I am not in the mood for this!"

"We're just as duped as you, we've all been had" John was grasping now "Elkins fooled us all!"

"That's funny, John" Tom walked around Jensen, keeping an eye on them both "We're gonna strip the skin from your bones…but that was funny."

"Who's this 'we' you keep talking about?" Jensen tried to back up, but Tom was turned to him in an instant.

"You and me, baby" Tom grinned, pulling something out from his coat. A dust-like substance was blown from the demon's palm, scattering itself over Jensen's head and into his mouth. The actor didn't mean to inhale, and as soon as he did he knew he was fucked.

"John, get out of here" Jensen choked, staggering backwards and trying to dislodge the substance.

"Jensen-"

"Run" Jensen wheezed, dropping to the ground "The boys…need you…"

"Run John" Tom hissed, advancing on the Winchester "You won't get far."

Jensen growled, latching out and seizing the demon's leg. It gave John the opening he needed, darting out of the room and locking a door behind him.

Tom knelt down next to Jensen, putting his palm on the boy's forehead. He tensed and went limp on the floor, leaf green eyes wide and unseeing at the ceiling.

"Oh yes" Tom grinned "We will make a use of you yet, Jensen Ross."

()

"Dad's not answering" Dean shut his phone, frustrated.

"Maybe Tom was late" Sam offered "Maybe the reception there is shot."

"Yeah, well…" Dean huffed and looked out the window, every instinct screaming at him to turn on the car and get to his lover "I don't like not being there with my boy. What if…I trust Dad to take care of himself, but what if…"

"What if's are gonna drive you up the wall, Dean" Jared pointed out, lounging in the backseat and appearing calm even as the skin between his shoulder blades itched "Focus."

Suddenly, the radio started fucking up.

"Dean, wait" Sam reached out, fiddling with the dial "Listen."

There was a garbled voice mixing with the static, inaudible. The wind picked up, and they observed as the lights of the house started flickering and fucking up.

Jared whimpered, his back on fire, "Shit, you guys…"

"What?" Sam turned in his seat, heart clenching in his chest as his lover's eyes lit up.

"It's coming."

They all got out of the car.

()

John had struck the water pipe on his way out of the building, setting the hallway behind him awash with holy water. He had heard Tom hissing, and that was enough to spur him out of there. When he caught a lungful of night air, he was immediately flooded with guilt.

"I'll get you out of there, Hollywood" John murmured, stepping up to his truck "Don't you worry."

Then he saw his slashed tires…

He huffed, "Damn it!"

John took off in the other direction, trying to put as much distance between himself and the warehouse as possible. He went for a back ally, in a half-run as he contemplated where to run to.

He had to get out of there, he had to call his boys, he had to save Jensen.

Hopefully not in that order.

()

Dean managed to pick the lock to the door, the lights of the house shot. All three crept in, shutting the door behind them. Hell, they hadn't even gotten ten steps inside when the husband came at them with a ball bat.

"Get out of my house!" he hollered, taking a swing at Dean and breaking a lamp.

Jared's instincts kicked in first. With a solid movement of his forearm and leg, he had the bat on the floor and the man off balance. He pinned him to the wall, his glowing eyes capturing the man's attention completely. He went limp in the actor's grip, dark eyes wide.

"Be quiet and listen to me Charlie" Jared stated calmly, unsure how he knew the man's name (he couldn't remember Sam mentioning it) "Be quiet and listen to me. We are trying to help you. Ok?"

"Charlie?" Monica yelled from upstairs "Is everything ok down there?"

"Monica! Get the baby!" Charlie yelled, breaking out from under Jared's spell.

"Don't go in the nursery!" Sam yelled, taking a second too long to get to the stairs.

"You stay away from her!" Charlie threw Jared off him and onto his back with ease, but Dean took over and kept the man from hurting anyone with a solid hit to the head.

"Get him out of here" Dean commanded, Jared stood and accepted the man in a fireman hold "I'll get the kid, you keep him calm and out of the house."

Sam got there too late, Monica already on the ceiling. Azazel was in pure shadow, his form only visible against the curtains. Sam whipped out the Colt, but hesitated too long. A streak of light caught his horrid yellow eyes, but not much else.

"No" Sam stated, taking his finger off the trigger "You don't get to die just yet, you son-of-a-bitch. You've still got some answers I want. Starting with -- Fuck!"

Azazel looked frightened…right before he dissipated in shadow.

//Bastard wasn't even in solid form// Sam scowled, Monica's body dropping to the floor.

Sam helped her to her feet as she kept screaming for her kid, she was actually kind of annoying. But they had to get the hell out of here now, before everything went up in smoke.

"Get her out of here" Dean barked, pushing past Sam and to the crib "I got it. Take her and go."

"Rosie!" Monica screamed bloody murder.

"Dean! Come on!"

No sooner did Dean pick up the baby did the crib set alight with flames.

"My baby!"

"Dean's got her!"

()

John really didn't know how far he'd run, and he didn't really care. He found himself in some wide, shady area…but far away enough from the warehouse to feel safe. He stopped right in the middle, huffing and puffing a bit from the run. He was getting too old for this shit. He looked around, taking in what was around him, but he had no clue where he would be at in Lincoln.

Somewhere between buildings…safe enough.

John took out his phone, dialing the first digits of Dean's number.

What felt like pure steel pushed and picked him right up off his feet, slamming him into the cement wall to his right. He grunted and struggled, but the contact took his breath. He groaned and pressed against the force, but it was too much and held him down easily.

There was an opening on the opposite wall, red from a nearby sign bathing the area. A figure stepped out of it, then one right behind him. With a look from familiar emerald eyes, he was pressed higher up the wall until he was off his feet. The pure brunt of it nearly crushed his chest, groaning as he struggled to breath.

The front man approached, light slashing across his face to reveal freckled skin and a sweet smile.

"What the hell, Jensen?!"

"Sh-sh, John boy" Jensen crooned, reaching out and running his knuckles up and down the solid muscle of the Winchester's thigh "We've never met before, but I can tell we'll be fast friends. I'm going to take such good care of you until Father has a chance to deal with you."

John gazed at his son's soulmate in horror, knowing he had failed him.

"I'm sorry, Jensen."

Tom approached, standing closely behind Jensen and running a hand up the boy's side, "Are you sure this is the body you wanted? Father said we needed to have this one, but it seems weak."

"It's prettier than some human women I've seen" the demon sighed theatrically, knuckles brushing a bit higher up John's inner thigh "Can I play with him? Just a bit?"

"No, Sister…we have plans for him."

"Damn…I never get to have any fun."

"Didn't you feel up Samuel a bit?"

"Oh yeah" a smirk twisted bee-stung lips, eyes flickering darkly "That was fun."

()

(AN: I'm very sorry that I butchered this scene, it was a good scene. But, uh, that's what you get with rewrites while I'm trying to force my own plotline into it.)

Dean paced back and forth in front of Sam, his phone to his ear.

"Come on, Dad. Answer your phone, damn it."

Dean resisted the urge to crush his phone, instead he hung up and stared at it.

"Something's wrong."

Sam just stared at the floor, seated on the bed.

Jared watched him out of the corner of his eye, he himself was rubbing faintly at the new bruise on his upper arm.

"Did you hear me?" Dean spoke up "I said something's happened."

"Something went wrong in that house" Sam scowled at the floor "All the signs were there, Dad wasn't wrong. But Azazel…he wasn't in solid form. At least, he wasn't when I got in there. Why would he go through all this trouble…?"

Sam scrubbed a hand over his face, "He's not invincible, he has to solidify sometime. Maybe I should have taken the shot."

"Who cares now?" Dean spat "Dad and Jensen are officially missing."

"Dad wanted us to take care of this demon" Sam looked over at his brother "I failed him! I should have used my power or-"

"Oh no" Dean shook his head "Don't even start on that. Using power Azazel gave you on said demon? Wouldn't that be like using Fira on a Fire Elemental?"

For some reason, Sam actually got the reference and the meaning.

Jared scoffed bitterly, "Well, if we're going to start talking about demon's in HP, I'm against having my own bar visible to just anyone."

Dean gave him a look, shutting him up effectively.

A thought struck the oldest Winchester, "So you didn't even take a shot?"

Sam shook his head, shrugging, "No point."

"You didn't even try" Dean gave a snort "What's wrong? Afraid if you off the demon you gave the power to, it'll disappear?"

"Don't be a prick, Dean" Sam stood up, he was in no mood for this.

"You and Dad were all ready to throw yourself on your own swords earlier, what's changed?" Dean barked, pissed and frustrated at not knowing where Jensen was or what his status was "Things a little more difficult? Not so black and white anymore?! Or didn't you have the balls to squeeze the trigger?"

"Shut up!" Sam grabbed fistfuls of his brother's lapel, easily lifting him off his feet and slamming him into the wall (his eyes were pitch as he stared into wide jade orbs) "I don't have the patience for this. Azazel is dying very -very- soon, I promise you. This is no time to be picking fights. That thing killed Jess…and that thing killed Mom. So don't…don't say shit like that, Dean, not you."

"Sam, look…" Dean started, a little hesitant "The five of us…it's all I have, man. You and Dad…Jared and Jen…you've had friends, you've loved other people. Me, man? It was only ever you and Dad…then it was those two brats…but they're our brats, you know? I didn't mean it like that, I'm just…"

"Dad" Sam patted his brother once on the chest, then pulled away and brought himself together "He should've called by now. Try him again."

Dean heaved against the wall, breath catching as if to sob. But he managed to hold himself together as well, merely letting out a shaky sigh before flipping open his phone again. He dialed and put it to his ear, praying beyond hope he would get an answer.

The ring paused, a indrawn breath over the line, "You boys really screwed up this time."

"Jensen?" relief nearly choked Dean, letting out his bated breath "Jenny, are you ok? Where's Dad?"

"Actually, I've grown very fond of the name Meg" the voice was cold, but faintly amused

Dean choked a bit, "Where are they?"

"You're never gonna see your father again, pretty boy."

TBC

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