Author's note: This is the fastest I've ever written a chapter. It really flowed. I'm kinda proud of this one and things are "heating up" as you'll see. Hope you enjoy!

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Mark had been sitting in his living room talking with Connie a bit.

"It's important that we get things straightened out. Henry is enough of a cause of stress, I don't want things to be bad between you two." He had told her as he rose from his seat and went to the door of Jen's bedroom. "Jen?" He called out as he knocked at the door. "Jen, the three of us all need to talk. It's important we get this worked out."
Silence.

Mark began to feel uneasy, "Jen?"

More silence.

He opened the door slowly and peeked in.
The room was completely empty and he quickly flung the door all the way open when he noticed, "Jen?!"

Connie jumped up when she heard Mark panicking and he turned back to her, his eyes wide in horror, "She's gone!"
Connie rushed over to the bathroom to check it and Mark watched, hopeful, until she looked back and shook her head.

"Henry." Mark growled, running over to grab his coat off the rack by the front door.
Connie followed and he gave her a spare jacket. "You think? But how? Wouldn't we have heard something?"

"He's tricky. I wouldn't put it past him. I refuse to let him hurt her again!"
Mark ranted and hurried out to his truck, Connie following.

xxx

Peering down at the two again, Henry's free hand firmly gripped the railing.
Partly in anger, but mostly because he began to sway.
He had overdone the drinking tonight and was feeling it now.
His focus was mainly on Jen, "Ready or not..."

Even though he was drunk, his aim would be surprisingly perfect as he flung the hammer down toward the back of her head. It flew fast and was just inches from striking her until Castiel quickly raised a hand to freeze it in midair.

The angel rose from his seat, glaring up at the area where Henry stood.
Henry stared back, wide-eyed with a "WTF?" look.

Jen followed Castiel's move and stood, spinning around to see what he was glaring at.
She was met with the sight of the hammer still hovering there and gasped in surprise.

Castiel let it drop and waved a hand, which sent a powerful force up and into Henry, sending him flying back several feet and crashing into a wall. He was knocked unconscious for the moment.

"Come on Jennifer."
Castiel took her hand and even grabbed onto the glass of lemon water he had made for her and they vanished from the club.

xxx

Mark had his foot down heavily on the gas pedal, which had Connie a bit startled.
"Mark, do you even have an idea of where to look for her?"

He nodded, never taking his eyes off of the road in front of them, "We're going to the house where they lived."

"And if no one's there?"

"I'll still get some revenge..." Mark told her, sounding so serious and angry it scared her,
"...ready or not, Henry."

xxx

Castiel and Jen had now reappeared back in the bedroom.
With a sigh, he looked down to the floor and felt ashamed, "I did not mean to put you in harms way. I had no idea he'd be there."

Jen took the glass of water he'd been holding and set it down on a nightstand, "Don't blame yourself, Castiel. I don't. It just happened, but we're okay, and-" She paused. There was that feeling again. "...oh god."

Jen fled from the room and into the bathroom where she collapsed to her knees in front of the toilet and vomited.
Castiel teleported to her side and rubbed her back gently.
Once she had finished, she reached up to hit the handle and flush, breathing heavily,
"Sorry. Ugh... that was embarrassing."

"Are you feeling better?" The angel asked, true sincerity and care in his tone.

"For now I suppose. Hey... wait..."
She picked herself back up quickly and left the bathroom, now searching the place, "Mark and Connie aren't here. Oh no! Castiel, they must have noticed me gone. It's not safe out there! We just had an interaction with Henry, he could get to them too!"

Jen panicked and started to head for the front door but Castiel teleported into her path and gently rested his hands on both her shoulders, stopping her, "Henry's not a threat to them right now, please, trust me. You need to remain here. They're going to be okay.

Jen sighed.

xxx

Mark and Connie reached the cabin where Henry and Jen once lived together and after shutting off the truck, Mark got out and ran up to the door, not even bothering to wait for Connie. She soon met up with him though.
The door was locked and Mark growled in frustration.
"What now?" Connie asked, peeking into a window but only seeing darkness.

Mark scanned the porch before grabbing a pretty heavy flower pot, "Watch out."
Connie took a few quick steps back and out of the way as Mark lifted it and aimed at the window.
"Aaaah!" He screamed out as he heaved it through the window, and Connie winced at the crashing sound it made.
"Be careful about the glass." Mark told her as he handed her a spare flashlight and climbed on through.
Making his way around, being sure to search every spot possible, Mark kept praying that he wouldn't come across Jen laying here dead somewhere, "Oh please.. don't be here dead, Jen." He whispered to himself.

Connie remained downstairs, double-checking everything as Mark made his way upstairs toward the bedroom where he had seen them together before. When he opened the door, he shined his flashlight around inside before stepping in and something there on the floor by the bed caught his eye.

A body?

It certainly had the shape, which now panicked Mark.

He ran over to it, but then breathed a sigh of relief-
it was only a couple of big pillows laying in an arrangement that resembled a body.

It was over now. He had finished his search of the place.
There was no trace of Jen.

He came back down the stairs now and headed for the door.
"Nothing..." He told Connie, "...it's time."

"Time?" Connie asked, confused as she followed him back to the truck.
She got in, figuring they were leaving, but Mark only got in to reach over and pull something from the glove compartment.
Whatever it was, he shoved it into his pocket and got back out.

Connie got back out and stood by her door, watching Mark walk to the back of the truck and pull two gas cans out of its bed.

"Seriously?!" She responded, a bit startled.

"Yes." He simply stated and headed back into the cabin.

Connie sighed, but after remembering what Henry had done to their parents.. it suddenly felt fine and she even smirked.
This was only fair. It was just too bad that Henry wasn't in there to burn too.

Mark started in the upstairs bedroom, pouring gas all over the place before reaching into his pocket and pulling out what he had grabbed before - a book of matches. He struck one and threw it down, turning to go back downstairs after watching the whole room catch fire rather quickly.

On his way down, Mark held a gas can upside down, leaving a trail behind him and again - he lit a match, which caught the entire staircase on fire now.
He lit up all the rooms and ran out the front door back to his truck.

Connie had been sitting and watching as each area went up in flames.

She glanced over to Mark as he started the engine, and when he looked back, she smiled.
He grinned.

Putting the truck into drive, they now drove off to continue their search for Jen.

xxx

Henry had woken about a half hour after his attempted attack when a man had found him laying unconscious and shook him.
"Hey, dude, you okay?"

When he came to, Henry growled and shoved the guy away from him.

"Jesus! Excuse me for trying to help. Fuckin' ungrateful prick!"
The man yelled and left him.

Henry was still a bit groggy but hurried out of the club and headed back home.

The cool night air was filled with the scent of smoke and the closer he got toward his home, the stronger it was.

Henry was within sight now and paused his steps.
He could see it. His home completely engulfed in flames.

He stood there, staring - his cold blue eyes narrowed.

If facial expressions could kill, this would definitely be the one.