This chapter has some direct dialogue from Season 2, Episode 14; "Born Under a Bad Sign".
"DEEEEEE!", I screamed behind the gag as Dean burst through the double doors of the bar. I looked over my shoulder in time to see him leap over the few steps down to the main floor with his gun drawn. He caught my eye and froze at the bottom of the steps.
"JO?!", Dean shouted back in a panic. Sam stood behind the pillar and put his hand on my shoulder making me jump. When I turned my head and looked up at him, he smirked at me and winked. He put a finger up to his lips, shushing me silently. "SAM?!" Even as he stared down at me, his demeanor slowly changed into one of panic. He snatched the knife from the pole above me, stepped out from behind the pillar, and held the sharp blade against my throat.
"I begged you to stop me, Dean!", Sam shouted in desperation, sounding more like the Sam I used to know. Tears were welling up in his eyes, but I knew he was faking. I screamed, shaking my head at Dean, trying to warn him not to trust this thing pretending to be his brother.
"Put the knife down, dammit!", Dean snarled, pointing the gun at his brother. His eyes shifted between his brother and me, and back again. I could see the battle raging in his heart and in his head. Save me and kill his brother, or save his brother and let me die.
"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right?!" Sam waved the knife around, pointing it at his brother and then at me. "Dean... kill me, or I'm going to kill her! Please! You'd be doing me a favor! Shoot me!" He held his arms out, walking toward his brother, trying to provoke him. 'PLEASE! DEAN! PULL THE GODDAMN TRIGGER! THAT'S NOT YOUR BROTHER!', I screamed at him inside my head. "Shoot me!", Sam snarled. Dean stared at his brother, wide eyed, the gun shaking in his hands.
"No, Sammy! Come on!", Dean pleaded, turning away as he slowly lowered the gun. My eyes went wide as I watched my hopes of making it out of this alive, wither and die.
"What the hell's wrong with you, Dean?!" Sam continue to stalk slowly toward his brother while he goaded him. "Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?!" Dean was still looking away and Sam was nearly on him. "You don't know what I've done, Dean! What I did to Jo! I have to be stopped!" Sam was close enough that Dean could reach out and touch him, if he wanted to. "Dean... please! I... I'm... a... a monster!", Sam stuttered brokenly. Suddenly Dean turned and flung some kind of clear liquid in Sam's face.
"That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!", Dean growled. Sam turned away from his brother, screaming and fizzing, smoke rolling off of his face where the holy water hit him. As he turned toward his brother again, I saw his eyes flick to solid black. Did I really see what I think I saw? It happened so fast, I could have imagined it. Sam bellowed, lashing out at his brother with the knife, narrowly missing Dean's face. Dean sprayed Sam's face with more holy water. Sam growled, dropping the knife on the floor. He turned, and jumped through a closed window, spraying broken glass everywhere.
I could finally breath again! I couldn't believe what I just witnessed. It couldn't be true! Could it?! Dean ran at me, digging through his jacket pocket, pulling out a set of keys, and unlocking the cuffs. I jerked the rag out of my mouth and stood up to face Dean.
"He was possessed?!", I screeched at him. Dean just stared at me for a long moment before he turned and jumped through the broken window and was gone.
"DEAN!", I screamed after him. He was gonna get himself killed going after that demon alone. I should have gone with him, but I was terrified of Sam... I mean the thing inside him. I was having trouble wrapping my head around the fact that I had been repeatedly raped by a demon, wearing Dean's brother. I should have seen the warning signs. The strange behavior from the second he walked in the door! But I just didn't want to believe that a Winchester could be vulnerable to the things they ganked everyday! I just stood there, staring through the broken window, wondering how my life had, in the span of a few hours, gone to total shit. I was happy dammit! The Winchesters had screwed it all up! AGAIN!
But even as I stood there, bitching in my head, I really couldn't bring myself to blame the brothers for what happened. Neither of them could have really stop what happened to Sam. Demons didn't need permission to possess a human. But would I ever be able to get over what the demon had done? Could I ever look Sam in the eye without being reminded that they were his hands... it was his body that brutalized me? I wondered if Sam would even remember what happened if Dean got him back. Part of me hoped not. But, another part of me didn't want to be alone in this. Was that selfish of me? I didn't know. Probably.
The more time passed that Dean was gone, the more nervous I became. Where the Hell was he?! Did Sam get the upper hand on him? Was Dean hurt? Was he dead? I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed his number. It just rang and rang. And with every ring, my hand tightened a little more on my own phone.
"Dean! What the Hell! Answer your damn phone!", I growled just before it went to voicemail.
"This is Dean. Leave a message." I growled in frustration at the recorded voice coming from my phone.
"DEAN, IF YOU'RE NOT DEAD, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!", I snapped into the phone before hanging up. I paced nervously back and forth in front of the window, glass crunching under my boots. After pacing for God knows how long, I couldn't wait anymore. I climbed up one the window ledge and looked around. What was I doing? I must be outta my mind! It was one thing to have a demon find you and do horrible things to you, but what I was doing was completely insane! I was actively searching the demon out. I had definitely gone off the deep end.
There were three cars out front and I recognized one of them as Dean's Impala. The one farthest from me was mine. So, I assumed the only other car, a beat up pickup was Sam's. So, Sam had fled on foot and Dean had chased him. The only place close by was the docks. They had to be there! A part of me hoped they weren't.
The docks were eerily quiet. Not even the gulls wanted to be anywhere near this place tonight. They were definitely smarter than I was. It was so dark that the shadows swallowed up most of the dock. The only light was coming from street lights placed sporadically around the area and my flashlight. I new Sam could be hiding anywhere and I didn't know if he knew I was here. I was afraid to call out for Dean for fear Sam would hear. So I dug out my phone again and dialed Dean's number. Again. And again, it rang multiple times before going to voicemail. I hung up with a defeated sigh and continued searching around the silent docks.
I was getting more unnerved by the minute. I knew that the longer I stayed out in the open, the more likely it would be that Sam would pounce on me. And while I was armed, I knew it would have no effect on a demon. I decided to try calling Dean one last time before heading back to the bar. But this time I heard faint rock music playing below me, down by the water. It's Dean's ringtone! I'd know it anywhere! I looked over the railing and saw Dean lying half in the water on the wooden ramp leading right into the sloshing waves.
"Dean!", I hissed, running down the ramp. When I reached him, he was cold and wet and completely unconscious. "Dean!", I called again, shaking him this time. Finally he groaned and tried to push himself up. He crumpled back on his belly and that's when I noticed the bullet wound in his left shoulder. "Take it easy." I tried to keep him down but Dean rolled onto his good arm and pushed up again into a sitting position. He groaned in pain again and shuddered violently in the cold night air.
"Where's Sam?", Dean whispered, looking around frantically. I had to get him back to the bar before he bled to death or died of hypothermia!
"I don't know, I've been looking for you. Come on, get up." I jerked him up, holding him under his good arm and he wobbled to his feet, stumbled , and nearly fell on his face. I caught him and he leaned heavily against me, moaning and clutching his injured shoulder. I had to pretty much drag him up the ramp and back onto the dock. I could feel him shivering and panting hard. I just had to pray he didn't pass out before I got him back to the bar. If he lost consciousness now, I'd never be able to get him there on my own. He would die and I don't think I could live with myself if I let that happen.
"How... how'd you find me?", Dean croaked weakly as we trudged back toward the bar.
"The docks are the only place around here for miles", I panted, pulling him forward with his arm slung over my shoulder. "And when I got here, that stupid ringtone on your phone led me right to you."
"It's not stupid! It's classic rock, Sweetheart!" He chuckled before groaning at the pain shooting through his arm.
"Yeah. ok, Rock God.", I grumbled, rolling my eyes. "Let's get you back to the bar so I can look at that shoulder."
"Yeah... yeah, ok." I could tell he was running out of steam fast. His shaking was getting worse.
"It's gonna be ok, Dean. You're gonna be ok." Dean had suddenly gone quiet and all I could hear was his heavy panting. That scared me.
"Hold on, Dean! I gotcha."