Disclaimer: Yes, yes they are mine. Hold on there's someone at the door. Answers front door and sees a man in a suit standing there
"Hello sir, what can I do for you today?"
"I'm afraid you've been served." Hands her a piece of paper and walks away
"Cease and desist the claiming of any ownership of supernatural or its beautiful fucked up boys…" She reads out loud.
"Hmm it actually says that." Clears throat
Okay they aren't mine. On with the story.
Dean woke up earlier then everyone else, a feat considering he'd only slept about three hours the night before. He moved stealthily through the house so as to not wake anyone else with either his footsteps or his thoughts. Which shows the odd home dynamic they lived by, he thought.
Once outside he went through his training. Exercises and drills that were second nature to him. He worked till his muscles burned and sweat poured down his back.
"Enjoying the show?" He asked without turning around.
"Always." Jack answered. He turned to look at her sitting on the railing of the back porch watching him intently. Her red hair was still wet from the shower and she was wearing one of Sam's monstrously oversized hoodies, it came down to her knees. Anyone who saw her would definitely get the wrong idea.
"Woke your brother up to ask for a t-shirt or something." She explained. He nodded and walked up the steps to join her on the porch.
"You're good." She said conversationally.
"Thanks, you didn't do to bad yourself last night." Dean replied taking a drink from the water bottle she offered, nodding in thanks.
"You ain't seen nothing of what I can do, Golden Boy." Jack said smirking arrogantly. Dean laughed and took a seat opposite her.
"So Miss I'm Not A Hunter, what do you do when your not running for your life?" Dean asked.
"That's about all of it. That and Ski Ball. I love that game." Jack answered. "What do you do when your not hunting?"
"Lets see Hunt, sleep, Save girls from vamps…" Dean trailed off.
"You didn't save shit, Dean. I'm no damsel in distress." Jack said pointing her finger in his face.
"Alright, alright don't get your panties in a twist." Dean teased her.
"Who says I'm wearing any?" Jack couldn't resist saying. She laughed as he choked on his water.
"Damnit you got a dirty mind. Maybe you should try thinking with your upstairs brain." Dean told her coughing.
"Yeah, yeah. I was raised by a man I can locker room talk with the best of 'em." Jack said proudly.
"What do you really do in your off time?" She asked him.
"We're here now recuperating, or we were. Got hit by a Mack truck awhile back." Dean said.
"A Mack truck! Damn even I can't boast that shit. Demon?" She said.
"Demonically possessed, yeah." Dean answered shortly. Jack took the cue and changed the subject.
"You said you were recuperating? What are you guys doing now?" She asked.
"Sammy and dad are trying to find other fires that match ours. They want to track down the survivors and-"
"And what? Tell them "Hi a demon started that fire of yours. Do you know anything about that?" Jack said skeptically.
"I don't think they've thought that far ahead." Dean said. Secretly he'd been thinking the same thing. What were they supposed to say to these people and what right did they have to expose them to the dirty truth about the things in the dark?
"They should just stop that it won't lead to anything good." Jack said wisely.
"Did you try? Is that how you found out about us?" Dean asked.
"Chris did the dirty work just after the fire, looking for similar shit. He dropped it for the same reason I'm telling you to. He barely mentioned that period in his letter. I just asked around about a Winchester place when I found out the truth, it sounded familiar. I probably heard of you guys somewhere along the way and just forgot about it." Jack explained.
"The letter again?" Dean said with a hint of a question in his voice.
"An "If I die" letter." Jack said sighing.
"An optimist I see." Dean said.
"Yup that was us, always looking on the bright side of life." Jack said with a small smile. It was a little bit true. She was raised on the "Life's a bitch, but a fun one." Philosophy.
The back door opened and Sam stepped out yawning. He eyed them both sitting on the porch.
"What the hell are you guys doing up so early?" He asked groggily.
"Talking about how cute your butt is, Francis." Dean told him.
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"He's lying, we were planning our get away. He says I'm less girly than you." Jack teased.
"Yup with her around I won't have to put up with any more chick flick moments." Dean said grinning.
"I need coffee to put up with just one Dean in the morning." Sam said retreating into to the kitchen for a much needed caffeine jolt.
"Get me some too." Dean called to his brother.
Jack spent a good portion of her day in Missouri's kitchen. She volunteered to fix breakfast, lunch and eventually dinner. It had been awhile since she had tasted her own cooking.
"Damn girl where'd you learn to cook like this?" Dean asked munching on the blackened chicken she'd made.
"You can't come out of New Orleans and not know how to cook decent Cajun food." She shrugged.
Even John was warming to her a little bit and she was grateful for that. He couldn't help starting to like the charming girl, especially when she joked and laughed so easily with his son's. Once upon a time he wouldn't associate with anyone they didn't get along with. That seemed like eons ago.
She kept putting off making her exit. She didn't want to slink off into the night the way she always did, but she couldn't see any other way. If she tried to tell them Sam and Dean would probably just follow her back to the motel and keep watch on both the exits. The younger seemed convinced it his job now to take care of her, whether he knew how to or not. And Dean was being a smirky bastard, helping Sam with his assumption.
"I gotta go." Jack finally forced herself to say abruptly once the dishes were done.
"Okay." Dean said. It took a second to understand him.
"Okay?" She asked warily.
"Okay, we'll take you to get your things and come back. You can't wear Sam's clothes forever." Dean said with Sam nodding along. He gave her that all knowing grin of his. He knew exactly what she'd meant and he wasn't going to let her off that easy. She glared at him and thought of her options.
"Well then I suggest we leave now before I catch a draft." Jack said, formulating her escape plan.
"Such a lady." Sam said rolling his eyes at her. Much to Missouri's disapproval and John's amusement she'd spent the day parading around in his sweatshirt. One of clients had nearly walked into a wall when he was watching her instead of where he was walking. After that she was banished to the back of the house for the rest of the day.
"That's me, classy to the core." Jack said giving her most charming smile.
Dean drove Jack to her motel, laughing silently as she fumed about having to leave her motorcycle behind. Sam sat in the backseat next to with her machete hidden in his lap. He kept a sharp watch out the window, noting any tiny shift in the dark. Jack rolled her eyes at him and went back to brooding.
"Home sweet home." Jack mumbled as they stepped over the threshold to her room. Everything was as she'd left it, the covers thrown back in her haste to get out of there the night before, her little cell phone resting on the mattress and her duffel bag packed up and ready to go.
"You got this place rigged up good." Dean complimented noting the salt and charms. Just stepping into the room gave him a small feeling of safety and security. He took the liberty of taking down the charm hanging on the window sill and gestured for Sam to get towel for the writing.
"Don't touch those." Jack said scowling at him. She popped her cell phone and checked her messages. Two, both from Tommy. She'd call him when she was out of Kansas. She put the phone in her backpack and snatched the charm away from Dean.
"Your not staying here it isn't safe." Dean said calmly.
"Who said I was staying here?" Jack asked crossing her arms over her chest.
"Your not running off either. Those things will kill you. Sam had a vision you needed help." Dean said slowly, talking to her like she was an idiot.
"I don't help. I can survive on my own." Jack told him.
As if to contradict her completely that was when the Molotov cocktail crashed through her window. Dean pulled her out of the way and yelled for Sam to stay in the bathroom as the table erupted in flames. Another cocktail and the whole bedroom was going up fast.
"What are you doing!" Dean yelled as she dove for the floor near the table. She grabbed desperately for her backpack headless of the danger.
"Wait." She yelled as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Dean swore and scooped up the damn bag too, before running to the back of the room
"You were saying?" Dean said putting her down not to gently on the bathroom counter top. He slammed the door shut against the fire.
"Shut up." Jack said. She turned around and grabbed the towel from Sam's hand.
"Get the towels wet so we can get the hell out of here." She commanded turning on the sink.
"I thought you could control fire." Sam said grabbing a towel and soaking it. The smoke was quickly filling up the room under the crack under the door. The temperature rose fast as the fire spread.
"Its not that easy." Jack snapped. Her eyes burned with smoke.
"C'mon." Dean said taking the towel from her hands and wrapping it around her shoulders. He took the one Sam offered him and pressed it to his mouth so he could breath. After checking see Sam doing the same he hustled the two of them out with himself in the lead.
He was the first to see the snarling vampire step over the destroyed doorway into the room. No sills or doorway, no protection from the big bad, he thought, fuck.
Merrick was joined by the same man from the night before, smiling sadistically at the three humans.
"Well this is awkward." Jack said dropping into a fighting stance.
"Ya think!" Dean growled.
"Die." Merrick hissed lunging at Dean. Dean pulled out his gun and fired of a round, that Merrick dodged. Sam moved to back him leaving, Jack facing the other.
Jack darted forward attacking the other vampire. Only half of the barrage of roundhouses and kicks connected. She could hardly see and her lungs were filling with smoke. She worked to dodge him and keep the fire at bay as best she could. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Sam slice through one of Merrick's arms, Dean immediately threw him face first into the fire that surrounded them. She was thrown against a wall and landed next to her duffel bag on the floor. She grabbed it and rolled under the bed. Her shoulder connected with a piece of heated metal on the frame and she cried out in pain, she could smell her own burning flesh.
Jack grappled with the zipper and pulled out a long buck knife with a Latin inscription in the handle. The boys were still struggling with Merrick, she could feel his body in the fire.
"Sam!" She heard Dean cry out and that was her cue to join to attack.
She sprang up on the opposite side of the bed and took a millisecond to take in what was happening. Dean was holding a thrashing Merrick down in the fire, burning himself too in the process, yelling for the other to let go of Sam. His brother pinned against the wall with the vampires iron grip around his throat. His had his teeth inches from Sam's throat as he struggled to get away and to breath at the same time.
"No." Jack said to herself and broke out of her stupor. She ran forward and grabbed his hair hard jerking his neck back impossibly. If he'd been human she probably would have snapped his neck. He howled in pain and she plunged the knife deep in his throat and tore it across, nearly severing his head. Blood erupted from the wound onto Sam. He fell to the ground and rolled away from them as Jack plunged the knife into his heart next.
"Jack, stop!" He grabbed for her and pulled her back before she fell into the fire under the dead vampire's weight.
"Lets go. Dean!" He said pulling her to her feet. She nodded and grabbed Dean as hard as she could. He let go of Merrick and ran with them as the fire collapsed around them without Jack to hold it back.
The burst out of the room coughing and sputtering to see the chaos of the formerly peaceful night. The fire had spread rapidly to the other rooms, or maybe they'd just started fires everywhere to herd her out. Fire trucks were sounding in the distance and people were running around frantically, counting heads, making sure their families were present and accounted for. Jack had a second to be relieved that the bystanders seemed to be all there before a woman's anguished scream cut through the air. She whirled around to see a Hispanic woman being pulled away from the room next door by a man as she tried to lunge back into the fire.
"No my baby, my baby!" She was screaming. Jack concentrated and made out the shape of a child still inside the room against a back wall. No one else could see her cowering in fear and reaching for her mother, but Jack could.
She pulled dropped her knife on the pavement and ran through the fiery remains of the doorway. Some part of her felt Sam try to grab hold of her to keep her back but instinct took over and she was out his grasp without a second thought. The fire seemed worse in there then it had been in her room and it took all of Jack's concentration to beat it back with her mind, she was getting tired fast and she'd lost sight of the little girl. A scream in the far left corner told her where a tiny dark haired girl no more then five was huddled. Her nightgown was burnt and stained with smoke and tears were streaming down her face. She didn't think twice about reaching out to Jack.
"I want my mommy." She howled as Jack scooped her up.
"Its okay, baby, we'll get to her." She raised her voice to be heard over the roar of the fire and the sirens that were right outside now.
Jack made a break for the door but the frame fell down over her blocking her path. Jack searched frantically for way as she clutched the little girl protectively. The spotted the little bathroom window out of the corner of her eye. It was big enough for the little girl to get through, she saw and ran to it as fast as she could, ignoring the pain as her feet touched the burning carpet. Jack shattered the window with her elbow and grabbed a towel to place over the broken shards so the girl wouldn't cut herself.
"Climb through honey." She said keeping her voice soothing so she wouldn't scare her any more than she already was.
"What about you!" The girl shrieked.
"I'll be right out after you." Jack promised her smiling shakily to get the girl to believe her.
"Promise?" The girl asked stubbornly. Jack had a second to be shocked that girl seemed to be more worried about Jack getting out too than anything now.
"I promise." Jack said lifting her up and practically pushing her thought the window.
When she heard the girl shout that it was her turn she nearly laughed. Jack pulled herself up to the window sill and pushed herself out headfirst. The broken glass cut into her stomach but she squeezed herself through while the little girl shouted worriedly for her to hurry. She landed rather ungracefully on her side, with the girl barreling into her as soon as she was safely on the ground. For a scared kid, she had iron bear hug grip.
"So heroic." Kate's venomous voice cut through the night.
"Run fast and don't look back. Now!" Jack told the girl pushing her off. She felt a moments relief when she was obeyed instantly and Kate didn't bother the child.
She glared at the woman and pushed herself to her feet, very much aware of the fact that this could be it for her.
"Well are you going to kill me already, I haven't got all night." Jack snarled at the woman. Kate took her advice and pulled out a 9mm. She smirked at Jack before squeezing the trigger. The force of the bullet in her left shoulder threw her back against the motel wall. The pain burned through Jack fast, the last of her energy was gone. This was it, she thought.
Jack's vision went black then she couldn't be sure if the sound of Sam and Dean calling her name and a gun going off was real or not.
TBC……..
AN: Oooh this was probably my favorite chapter to write so far. I'm such a sadist with my lovely characters. Thanks for the wonderful reviews. Blows kisses