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Jack shot up in bed an hour after falling asleep, stone sober. They were here, she could feel them. Jumping up from bed Jack staggered and grabbed her duffel bag. She took out a machete, a Glock and shoved her backpack over her shoulder. She was in the parking lot when she realized she'd left her bike at the bar.
'Idiot,' She told herself clenching her teeth. She started at a dead run toward the bar.
'Shoulda been more careful, should've seen it coming.' She chastised herself. Adrenaline was what kept her from falling over, puking on the sidewalk.
She made it to the bar in record time and gave herself half a second to be relieved to see her motorcycle, then she was on it and speeding towards the address Sam had given her. The vamps had caught up with her and as usual they decided to drag outsiders into their fight with her. She could feel their hate. Jack revved her engine and pushed the bike as fast as it would go.
Sam and Dean walked through the front door and were bombarded with questions.
"Where were you?"
"Where's the girl?"
"Did she try to shoot you again?"
"Did you find out anything else about her connection to the Demon?"
And then Missouri got a chance to talk.
"You boys are drunk." She accused hands on her hips glaring at them. John was rubbing his head where she'd whacked to get him to stop rattling off questions.
"Nu uh." Dean said swaying a little proving her right.
"Just as little." Sam admitted sheepishly.
"Answer my questions boys. Now." John said shooting Missouri a warning look not to do that again.
"Bar. Hotel. No. And no again, sir." Dean answered all his questions standing a little straighter. His eyes were glazed over and he looked like he was fighting a laugh.
"You went out and got drunk with a strange girl, whose probably not old enough to set foot in a bar and then you come home with nothing new." John said incredulously.
"She's coming over tomorrow. Maybe." Sam said defensively.
"Maybe?" John demanded.
"Yes, and she's hear for us to help her, not to pump for information." Sam spat out. John narrowed his eyes at his youngest son.
"She didn't seem to need any help putting a gun to your head." He pointed out.
"She was scared." Sam said simply.
"You sure about that? I think your judgments a little clouded because you think Jessica brought her here." John said stepping closer to Sam.
"Shut up!" Sam snarled. He got into his father's face, fists clenched at his sides. The alcohol he'd had was making his short temper worse.
"Dad Sam stop." Dean tried to get in between the two men. They'd been pretty good about their alike tempers for the past few months but Dean knew it couldn't really last. He was resigned to being the peacemaker again.
"Wait." The whisper echoed through the room, stopping everything. Missouri's tone more than anything else is what stopped them. Her eyes widened in fear.
"What is it?" John demanded turning to her.
"Something bad." She said and that was all they needed to hear. John stomped out of the room to get his guns and Dean pulled a still fuming Sam up the stairs to get their weapons.
"I can't believe he said that." Sam growled taking his shotgun and loading it with rock salt. He snapped it shut hard, then took out his throwing knives.
"Forget it dude." Dean mumbled grabbing his twin .45's.
"How can you expect me to-"
"Because something's coming our way and if you'd stop thinking about your own shit and do whatever psychic shit Missouri's been trying to teach you, maybe we'd know what that something is." Dean said harshly.
Sam thought about what Dean was saying, hating it that he was right. He took a few calming deep breaths and closed his eyes, concentrating the way Missouri taught him. He tried to open himself up, let whatever was out there in. For a long second he felt nothing. Then he felt them. Coming from two different directions. One was alone and he could only feel it faintly, the fine lines of panic and anger turned inward. The other was clearer and more than one thing. It felt cold and hungry and… triumphant?
"Its more than one." Was all he said to Dean before flying down the stairs and out the back door. The back door face the direction where he felt them.
Sam stopped dead in the middle of the back yard and took aim at the dark of night. Nothing was there that he could see but he could feel them.
"Sam!" Dean called running out after him.
"Sam, what the hell do you think your doing?" Dean demanded pressing his back to Sam's and taking aim at the opposite direction. He couldn't see anything their but his Hunter's instincts told him that they weren't alone.
"Their here." Sam said sweeping the area with his eyes.
"Where?" Dean asked. Before he got a chance to answer a woman stepped seemingly out of nowhere.
"Here." Kate said baring her teeth hatefully at them. Two men were by her side an instant later.
"Wonderful a reunion." John said pumping his rifle taking aim at the vampire. The two men took places in front of his sons preparing to attack at a moments notice. John inched carefully between them and Kate, who hadn't moved an inch.
"What the hell do you want?" Dean spat out. And here he'd thought they were through with these bastards.
"The girl." One of the men said sniffing the night air and smiling grotesquely. The roar of a motorcycle could be heard around the front of the house.
Jack practically jumped off her bike while it was still running. She tore her helmet off and ran around the back of the house. There, three vampires faced off against three irate hunters and wouldn't you know it, the topic of their conversation was little ole Jack.
"Really boys I'm flattered but you don't have to fight over me." She said pulling her knife from its sheath and forcing herself to walk calmly towards the group. Sam and Dean were back to back one vampire on each side facing them and her bestest galpal Kate was standing a few feet in front of them. John was aiming a rifle straight at her chest.
"Walk away." She said planting herself firmly between the Winchesters and the parasites.
"Get back Madeleine." Dean yelled at her. It took her a second to register that he was talking to her. Damn fake names.
"Walk away or die here." Jack said with deadly calm. Her voice was so cold that Sam flinched.
"Your in no position to give orders, Jack." Kate said hatefully.
"Fuck you bitch, you can't touch me and you know it." Jack said smirking. She tensed up minutely preparing for a fight.
"Are you so sure?" Kate said and like that the men were on her. One on each side grabbed her arms. She lashed out with her blade catching one of them in the a rm. He fell back with a snarl but grabbed hold again wrenching the knife from her hand. She expected him to recoil in pain when his skin touched hers but he didn't. There wasn't time to be shocked because chaos erupted around them..
Dean sprang to action unloading a clip into one of the vampire's back. Sam lunged for the other, smashing the but of his shotgun against his skull. His grip loosened and Jack pulled free, launching a bone shattering kick into the other vampire's stomach. He was already staggering from the bullets but that wouldn't stop him, just slow him for a second. She got close enough for him to grab her around the waist.
"Get down!" She distantly heard John say and he fired off a shot. She had a second to hope that wasn't aimed at her guy.
He went for the easy hit the way she'd hoped, grabbing her around the waist and baring his teeth preparing to bit into her neck.
"Merrick don't!" Kate shouted. The vampire practically threw her away from him howling in agony. Jack didn't give him a chance to recover form the spell's effect, she lashed out with her mind, setting his hands ablaze. He fell to the ground, slamming them into it to put the fire out.
"Fall back." Kate commanded anger evident in her voice. She looked loathingly at the man writhing on the ground. Her shoulder was bleeding where John's shot grazed her.
Jack jumped up from the ground. Her face was scraped and she felt the effects of her hangover coming back but none of that was important. Sam and Dean moved in unison to her sides and John stepped in front of Jack, forming a protective wall around her.
"Walk away from this Kate. Leave me alone and leave them alone." Jack snarled at the woman pushing her way through the men. The others were protesting, telling her to get the hell back behind them but her eyes were fastened on the woman in front of her. She picked up her blade from the ground and pointed it at her.
Memories flashed before her eyes. Chris lying on the deserted roadside, dead. A bloody hole where his throat used to be. Her trying not to snap right then and there. The killing rage that filled her.
"Have you forgotten what happened almost you fucked with me and mine?" Jack forced the words past the lump in her throat. The thickness in her voice made the words sound like more of a threat, more menacing.
"We'll figure out a way around your little charms, pyro bitch and when we do I'm going to tear you to pieces myself." Kate promised. Then she was gone.
"Promises, promises." Jack mumbled. She came back to the present and winced at the thought of turning around to face the onslaught of questions waiting for her.
"So, how was your evening?" She joked turning around. None of them were in the joking mood though, so when John tersely ordered her inside she ignored the instinct to tell him to go to hell and walked in through the back door.
"What the hell was that?" John demanded.
"John wait a second, let the girl sit first." Missouri scolded. She walked up to Jack and pulled her towards a chair at the kitchen table. Jack let herself be pulled because she equal parts surprised by the woman's compassion towards her and just plain nauseous from the adrenaline wearing off from the fight. It couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes but it showed her that there was a hole in her defenses.
John was staring a hole in the side of her head, waiting tensely for her to speak. Sam was pulling a first aid kit from under the sink, setting down on the table beside Jack. He pulled a chair in front of her, opened the kit and reached for her hand. She didn't realized till then that it was bleeding. Jack pulled away from him instinctively.
"Please." Sam said gently holding his hand out for hers. Jack bit the inside of her cheek and let him clean and dress the wound.
Dean took a seat opposite the table from her, his eyes shadowed. His shirt was torn on the sleeve, blood was starting to well up from a deep slash there.
"You should see to him first." Jack said feebly.
"I'll be fine." Dean said waving the comment off as Sam turned to look at his brother.
"Yours is more serious. I'll need to stitch it up." Sam said agreeing with Jack. His rose to get a needle and thread for some homemade stitches, Sam Winchester's specialty. He sat in the chair next to Dean when he returned.
"Your name's Jack or is that another fake?" Dean asked not angrily but with understanding.
"Jack Fontenot." Jack answered.
"Pleased to meet ya." He said smirking. She smiled and shook her head.
"How do you know Kate?" John finally burst out impatiently. Missouri rolled her eyes at him from her place at the counter, making coffee for the fighters.
"I can probably name all the living vampires. There aren't to many but I've met more than my share." Jack said looking down at the table.
"How? Why do they want you?" John asked. She raised an eyebrow at his sons.
"Dad why don't you let me?" Sam told him, bitterness about their argument still tainting his voice.
"What's their grudge against you, Jack? It seems like overkill sending three after one girl." Sam said threading the needle through Dean's arm. Dean stiffened for a second in pain.
"You have no idea. This is one of the smaller attack squads." Jack said rolling her eyes.
"She seemed to know you guys too." Jack stated.
"Killed her mate." Dean said shortly. Jack grinned wide.
"Oh so your the ones. I was wondering why Luther took a break from gunning after me. Then I heard he got a lead on some hunter there and ended up dead." Jack said laughing mirthlessly.
"That's about the short and sweet of it. But why'd he want you?" Dean asked.
"His blood brother, I killed him." Jack said.
"You did?" Sam looked at her curiously.
"Now the rest want me very dead." Jack told them nodding.
"There's only about a handful left in the world." John said frowning. It took all three of them to take down the ones they'd killed in the fight to get the Colt, how had this girl managed to piss the vampire population enough that they'd all go gunning after her?
"And they basically passed my sweater around for a community sniff or something. They all have my scent and if someone catches it the fun starts. I got a short reprieve when they were going after you guys but I'm guessing breaks over." Jack said wearily.
"You have a real way with people. Anyone ever tell you that?" Dean joked.
"All the time, sugar." Jack said giving him a flash of a smile.
"So that's what my dream was about?" Sam said sounding relieved. So relieved Jack couldn't hold back a glare when Missouri set him straight.
"That's not all that's coming for her. Is it Jack?" She said putting a cup of strong black coffee in front the three formerly inebriated drinking pals.
"Nope, I make friends everywhere I go." Jack said sarcastically. She drank a mouthful of the bitter drink and was relieved that some of the spinning in her head stopped.
"Again, you said you weren't a hunter." Sam pointed out to her.
"I'm not. I'm the huntee. I only kill things that come after me." Jack told him.
"Why'd you kill Luther's brother?" John asked the million dollar question. She clenched her teeth and forced a level calm voice.
"He killed my Uncle Chris and I got a little perturbed." Jack answered. It was the understatement of the century.
"When?" John asked a little more gently than he asked his other questions. Jack focused on the cupboard behind him.
"Two years ago."
"What else?" He asked. There had to be more to the story. Why else would Missouri have said what she did?
"What do you mean?" Jack made eye contact with him, all innocent expressions he saw right through.
"If you only hunted the one vampire that killed your uncle than why are you being hunted by other things?" John asked.
"Why do you hunt?" Jack asked abruptly. This line of conversation was hitting her hard where it hurt the most, it was getting harder for her to keep a blank face.
"The demon that killed my wife is still out there, so I hunt it." John answered.
"What is it?" Jack asked remembering for the first time that night why she was in Lawrence in the first place.
"You first." John said. They stared at each other, neither giving in the slightest.
"Well this could take awhile." Sam mumbled. He snipped the ends of the thread and watched his father play battle of wills with Jack.
"She's got you stubbornness, honey." Dean joked inclining his head proudly.
"Jackass." Sam said pushing his head.
"Which one do you think will blink first?" Sam asked getting up to refill his mug. He added cream and sugar this time and stood by Missouri at the counter.
"Both stubborn fools. We've got serious business to talk about and their having a staring contest." Missouri said. She made a noise in her throat and grabbed a spoon from behind her. Without any warning she rapped on John's knuckles.
"Ow fuck!" John exclaimed shocked. Sam burst out laughing and Dean covered his mouth to stop himself to no avail.
"And you, stop being mysterious and tell them about it. They won't try to hurt you because of it." Missouri said shaking the offending spoon in Jack's face.
"Damn, you saw." Jack said after a moments shock wore off.
"Don't cuss in my house." Missouri raised the spoon in warning. Jack nodded eyes wide. The psychic walked back to the other side of the kitchen mumbling about hunters being pains in her ass.
"What does she mean?" Dean asked composing himself, his eyes were still shining in laughter. Sam bit off a chuckle when John glared at him rubbing his reddened knuckles.
"My gift is very very rare. So rare that a lot of bad things want it for themselves. My power attracts the supernatural like moths to a flame and those vamps were just the tip of the iceberg." " Jack said. Anger built up in her at the memories her words conjured.
"What can you do?" Sam asked interested. Jack hesitated looking from face to face. She stopped on Missouri who nodded encouragingly.
"Go on, honey." She said sympathetically.
"I'm pyrokinetic." Jack said. She waited for the weight of her words to sink in. When they did John recoiled from her, standing up and walking out of the kitchen.
"Its not like being a pyromancer, they can say a spell and get a flicker then set fire to something. Glorified bic lighters." Jack said in disgust.
"I call fire, control it. I can feel it too. Where a fire happened, how it started. I can feel a match being lit form across town."
"That's why you came here." Dean said, a statement not a question.
"I wanted to know what tried to get to me through my family." Jack said
The tension in room was palpable. The boys were looking anywhere but at her. Both slightly ashamed that they were afraid of her, of what she'd just told them about herself. When John came back in the room he joined the heavy silence easily. Part of him knew it was unfair to feel this, she couldn't help a gift she was born with, but he hated fire above all things except the thing that killed Mary.
"What did you mean when you said they couldn't touch you?" Sam asked trying to change the subject.
"After I killed him, I decided to take precautions since I was all alone now." Jack said speaking low picking at a splinter of wood that had come loose on the table.
"What kind of precautions? And how do I get a supernatural hands off posted on me?" Dean asked smiling a little at her to show he wasn't going to try to shoot her for something she couldn't help. He wondered silently though, if she hated her gift the way Sammy hated his.
Jack let out a ghost of her usual grin and stood up. She slid off the her jacket and slowly pulled up the bottom of her sweater so they could see most of her abdomen. She would've laughed at the way their eyes widened if things weren't so tense and serious.
She knew the tattoos by heart, every curve and symbol. Protection charms branded into her skin from different cultures and eras. They were beautiful she knew, the result of hours of pain and blood with a needle pressed to her sensitive skin. Each symbol came from a charm book she still carried with her.
"What did you do?" Sam asked reaching out but catching his hand before he touched them.
"I protected myself." Jack stated turning around to show them the symbol on her back.
"The Devils Trap." Dean said in shock. There it was printed he and complex across her spine. In either side were curlicues making it look like some fantastical design instead of what it was. But anyone that knew these symbols would know how to pick them out in the complex design.
"But that's to keep something evil from removing something." Sam told her. She turned her head to smirk at him.
"That's a long, thoroughly messed up story. A dark shaman threatened to rip out my spin and beat me with it. I thought I'd air on the side of caution" Jack explained.
"You seem to have that effect on people." Dean cracked tracing the lines with his eyes. The familiar symbols looked a little different though, modified.
"I had to tweak it a little to work on human skin." Jack answered the unasked. She let the shirt fall back into place and turned to face them arms crossed.
"Have some on my arms too, smaller, most of them are repellents. They must've figured a way around those. Which is you know, all sorts of not good." Jack said biting her lip. She looked up then.
"Your turn to talk." She said to them.
TBC….
AN: That's not the last we've seen of Kate or her buddies. They really don't like Jack :D