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Hooray for character development. She can't remain a stranger forever, even thought she is no stranger to me.

Chapter 17

Sam screamed and pulled against his restraints. He was acting a lot like Dean had when he had first come to. Only Sam didn't seem coherent at all.

His screams only becoming louder and more feral. His attempts at escaping more and more frantic. His eyes bugging out. Unseeing.

"Dean. I need you to hold him down the best you can." J said as she jumped up onto the table, straddling Sam, putting her full weight on his chest and pinning his arms with her legs. She had somehow managed to get her hands on each of his shoulders.

Dean was only momentarily stunned at her lithe movements. Then the fact that she was straddling his brother in a very dominant way came occurred to him. He acted a lot quicker, at the last thought.

He quickly replaced his own body with J's. Her hands for his. Taking her place trying to hold Sam down.

He had not stopped fighting and no matter how loudly Dean called out to him; Sam didn't respond. Dean was beginning to get scared.

"Hold him down! I just need a second. That's all I need!" J scrambled off the floor, having rolled off Sam to let Dean on top.

J then grabbed Sam's head to still it's thrashing, too. She began whispering again, through Sam's screams. Into his ear as she held his head steady.

Dean couldn't make out what she was saying over Sam's screams. He was sure even Sam wasn't going to be able to hear her either.

Then J's eyes flew open. She screamed into his ear, "Ich befehle dir zu erwachen!" Her gaze alight with fire. With determination, with intention. She then stared into Sam's face as he became limp.

It took Dean off guard to see the amount of raw power she was embodying. He gaped. Then he remembered his main concern: Sam. He quickly jumped off of the table. No longer needing to restrain him. He was now concerned with the fact that Sam was not fighting. Now Dean was watching J.

"Sam. Sam can you hear me. Sam. Wake up. Wake up, hun. Come on, I know you can hear me. Wake up." J was saying to Sam. Her hands still on either side of his face. She tenderly caressed his cheek. Dean's stomach tightened nastily at the sight.

Like things weren't complicated enough.

"Wake up." She commanded in an almost hiss, eyes flashing. Literally, flashing. Dean saw it. He thought he even felt a pulse radiating from J herself as she spoke the command.

Sam's eyes flew open. He pulled at his restraints. But this time it was as if noticing them for the first time. He looked wildly around. From J to Dean. Nothing but questions filling his expression.

"What… the fuck…. is going on?" Sam managed to say, looking wildly around.

"I had to forcefully wake you from a Djinn poison-induced dream. It's not fun. On either end." J said, rather breathless.

Both brothers turned, as they only now realized that J had retreated to a corner and was sitting, leaning against the wall with her backpack. She looked rather pale. A light sheen of sweat on her skin.

Dean made to move towards J, but she held up a hand. She did not miss the look in his eyes.

"It's not fun on both ends. Remember. Give me a minute. Go untie your brother while I work on how to end this shit." J grabbed her bag and started rummaging again.

J took her minute as Dean filled Sam in on how she had Dream Walked. How she had gotten him to wake up. How she hadn't really explained much, if anything, about what had happened. Everything really had happened so quickly.

He left out the part on how he had led her here. All of the mind-reading, flexing, whatever, that part of it. Dean kept that to himself. The how J had managed to get here, here. How she had managed to find both of them, in the first place. That was not entirely relevant for Sam to know, anyway.

And Sam wasn't asking. Which Dean was immensely thankful for. He knew the question would come up sooner or later, knowing Sam. He dreaded the thought of it, already.

Dean looked over at J and noticed she had started bringing out the toilet roll canister-looking things and some different spools of wire and had set to work with them and a small tool kit.

Sam told Dean about how he had called The Roadhouse for backup when Dean hadn't come back to the motel. Ellen had told him that J had already started driving more than a few hours before. No warning on where she was going or why. Just that she would be back, and to not wait up. Jo was out on her own hunt, so it was just the two of them at The Roadhouse.

Sam wondered aloud if she hadn't said anything about it on purpose.

Quoting what Ellen had said over the phone, to Dean. "'Yeah, that does sound like something she would do.' And I can see why. I highly doubt Ellen would have kept her mouth shut. She would have called us no matter what it was, had she known J left to come to meet me. Even knowing what we do about her premonitions. Particularly, with what happened last time." Sam gave Dean a poignant look. Dean gave Sam a Bitchface.

Since when did Dean use Bitchfaces?

"So that was when Ellen gave me her number and I called her. She told me she was only a few hours away at that point. So, we met up at the motel. She filled me in on what she knew. With what you and I had already found out, she managed to narrow down where he was keeping all of you AND who he was." Sam continued. Not noticing Dean looking over his shoulder to see what J was up to in the corner.

"He must have heard us coming or something because he managed to get behind us. Put up quite the fight. But you obviously know how that ended. Now here we are."

"Yeah, that pretty much sums everything up. But we still don't know where this son of a bitch is, or when he will be back. Or even where we are. Or how to get out." Dean said, somewhat stiffly.

J had just caught him staring.

She cleared her throat. "Okay boys, here's my plan. Have either of you ever worked with explosives at all?" J asked, with a very serious look on her face.

Dean saw her eyes flash again. A hint of the mischievous fire within.