So I have made the decision to skip the two episodes Monster Movie and Yellow Fever mainly cause I'm not too sure how to fit AJ into those episodes. And I want to skip to the Halloween episode as Cas is in it. And AJ will take an instant dislike to Uriel!. The ending of this chapter is pretty important as it leads into some massive revelations for AJ.

-x

"Are you sure you're okay?."

I was very quickly starting to get fed up with not just one, but both my brothers checking up on me, asking if I was all right after my impromptu case of passing out. If they asked me if I was okay one more time, I was gonna start throwing punches!.

"Look, can you please, please quit asking me those five little words?. Cause I'm beginning to get sick and tired of hearing them," I snapped, my hands moving to my blonde locks, shoving them roughly behind my ears.

"AJ...you were out for about twenty minutes," Sam answered making me drop my hands, then getting moved to my stomach.

"Yeah. So don't lose your temper with us, okay?. Matilda...we're just worried. I mean...you just dropped like a stone. Neither me or Sammy could bring you around," Dean said, letting out a sigh, his hands tightening a little on the steering wheel.

I let out my own sigh, my hand moving to the place where my birthmark is. If it's even truly a birthmark. And I hiss a little under my breath, it feeling a little sore for some reason making me drop my hand to the leather of the seat beside me.

"Seriously...I'm fine. I just...haven't been sleeping very well...that's all," I shrugged.

"Why?."

"Umm because Lilith is busy breaking seals left and right probably as we speak. Guys, I...I'm scared. What if we can't stop Lucifer from breaking free?."

-x-x

"Jack Montgomery?. Hey, I'm Alex Winchester. These are my brothers, Sam and Dean. Sorry to bother you, but we really need to talk," I smiled softly approaching Jack, him out in his garden, busy watering the plants.

"About?."

"About you. About how you're changing."

"Excuse me?."

"You're probably feeling your bones move under your skin. And your appetite's reaching, you know, Hungry, Hungry Hippo levels. How am I doing so far?," Dean asked, looking at him.

"Who the hell are you guys?."

"We're people who know something about something."

"We're people who can help. Please just hear us out," Sam told him.

-x-x-x

"A what?."

"A Rougarou. Sounds made-up, I know, but believe me, it's not," Dean said, us watching Jack pace about a little, him not exactly believing us.

"All right, I've noticed certain things. I mean, some strange things. But I just...I don't know. I'm sick or something."

"Listen, Jack. Your father was one of these things. Your real father. He passed it onto you," I said, sighing a little.

"No. Are you guys listening to yourselves?. You sound like..."

"Let's skip the whole 'you guys sound crazy' shall we?. You're hungry, Jack. You're only gonna get hungrier," Dean told him.

"Hungrier for...?"

"Long pig. A little 'Manburger Helper' may have crossed your mind already."

"No."

"It doesn't have to be like this, Jack. You can fight it off. Others have," Sam said.

"Look, we're not gonna lie to you. It's not gonna be easy. You're gonna feel like an alcoholic swimming in whiskey. But I'm telling you, you gotta say no. Or..."

"Or what?."

"You feed once and it's all over. And then we'll have to stop you," Sam answered.

"Stop me?. My dad, did somebody stop him?."

"Yes."

"Get off my property right now. I see you guys again, I'm calling the cops."

"Jack, your wife, everybody you know, they're in danger."

"NOW!."

"Good talk," Dean muttered, us walking away.

-x-x-x

The pain. That's the first thing that hits me like a sledgehammer, my eyes slowly opening, feeling something wet trickle down my cheek, dripping onto my bottom lip, my tongue slipping out, tasting it, recognising it instantly as blood. My blood.

We were too late. What was left of poor Travis was proof of that, him being the unfortunate choice of Jack's first bite. He wasn't human anymore. He'd taken that step, had become the monster Travis had warned us about. And he had paid the price.

I try to move finding I can't, my arms tied behind my back with what feels like rope-like material, my body laid out on the living room floor on my stomach.

I look next to me finding Dean in the same situation except he wasn't tied up. And he's out cold, a nasty wound to his forehead. Sam is nowhere to be found making me instantly begin to struggle.

"Dean?. AJ?."

I automatically relax a little hearing my brother's voice coming from a closet meaning he was still alive.

"Dean and AJ can't come to the phone right now."

"Oh, my God," I whispered looking up at Jack seeing his true appearance, swallowing hard, his skin rotten just like Travis had described, his eyes red and veiny.

"Jack!. If you hurt them, I swear to God..."

"Calm down!. Your brother and sister are alive. But not if you don't calm down."

"All right, Jack, listen. Open the door. We can figure this out, okay?."

"Oh, we'll have ourselves a little brainstorming session. I don't think so. After what you did," Jack groaned, kneeling over Travis' remains.

"What...what are you talking about?," I murmured watching him look over at me, the blood all over his mouth making me feel queasy.

"You send your friend here. He tried to burn my wife alive."

"He did what?. Why?."

"He didn't say. I guess psychopaths don't know how to explain themselves."

"Listen to me. You gotta believe me. My brother, sister and I, we never would've hurt her, okay?," Sam shouted.

"No...no, stay away from me," I cried trying to move away from him watching him walk over to me, his hand moving to the small pool of blood next to me, dipping his fingers in then moving it to his mouth.

"Oh God, I'm so hungry. And your blood tastes...delicious," he groaned, closing his eyes.

"Jack, don't do this. P...Please."

"I can't ever see my family again. You three. Your friend. You made me into this!."

"No one's making you kill us. Listen to me. You got this dark pit inside you, I know. Believe me, I know. But that doesn't mean you have to fall into it. You don't have to be a monster," Sam told him.

"Have you seen me lately?."

"It doesn't matter what you are. It only matters what you do. It's your choice."

I stare up at Jack watching him groan, the pain evident on his face, the struggle still evidently in him even though he wasn't human anymore.

Then his eyes move to my still unconscious twin, moving over to him making me cry out, struggling harder. And I manage to break free of my bonds rushing towards him, pushing him away from Dean, both of us falling to the floor.

Just as I'm about to move my hand to his forehead, I hear the closet door slam open, looking over, seeing Sam stood outside, the flamethrower in one hand, a lighter in the other.

I get off him fast landing on my bottom, pushing myself away from him watching Sam ignite the flamethrower, setting fire to Jack, watching him scream and thrash making me cover my eyes not wanting to watch anymore.

I automatically leap up off the floor running to my baby brother throwing my arms around him, feeling him instantly return my hug.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," I cried letting him go then moving to Dean, hugging him instead, closing my eyes, trying to get that image of Jack burning out of my head.

-x-x

"You did the right thing, you know. That guy was a monster. There was no going back. I wanna tell you I'm sorry. I've been kind of hard on you lately," Dean said, glancing over at Sam.

"Don't worry about it, Dean," Sam muttered.

"I'm...I'm sorry too, Sam. Look, I don't think you're a freak, okay?. It's just...your psychic thing. It scares me to death," I sighed, my hand resting on my stomach.

"Look, if it's all the same, I'd really rather not talk about it."

"What?. You don't wanna talk?. You?," Dean asked, scoffing a little.

"There's nothing more to say. I can't keep explaining myself to you. I can't make you understand."

"Well, why don't you try?."

"I can't because this thing, this blood...it's not in either of you the way it's in me. It's just something I gotta deal with."

"Yeah?. Well, not alone," I answered.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter. These powers...it's playing with fire. I'm done with them. I'm done with everything."

"Really?. Well, that's a relief. Thank you," Dean said.

"Don't thank me. I'm not doing it for you or Alex. Or for the angels or for anybody. This is my choice."

-x

"John?. John, open up, please," I cried, my fist banging on the door for what must be the fifth time.

"All right, all right, hold your bloody horses!. Wh...Alex?. What are you doing here?. Do you know what time it is?," he groaned, having opened the door, exhaustion evident on his face.

I don't answer him, bursting into tears moving to him fast, feeling him wrap his arms around me, burying my face in his bare chest, my arms wrapping around his waist.

I end up hoisted up, him carrying me inside, shutting the door after him, feeling him take me somewhere, not looking up, my sobs beginning to slow down.

I let him go the moment I feel myself put down on the bed, not looking up at him, staring down at my trembling hands. I jump a little feeling his hand on my hair, running his fingers through my blonde locks.

"Talk to me, love. What's wrong?. And don't say nothing cause I'll know you're lying. You came to see me at three in the morning. So...tell me what's so important it couldn't have waited a few hours."

"S...Something's wrong with me."