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The Winchesters entered the house by the second floor. It was a huge pain getting the canisters of gasoline into the house but they did accomplish it without bitching from either of the boys. They entered through a window.
The house was ancient; no one had lived in it for at least twenty years. A white house that the paint looked faded especially with more than half the house was covered in dead ivy. The house was boarded up in some places but rocks littered the downstairs and upstairs from breaking through windows. The house was nothing more than a shell now, no furniture was inside, missing pictures, and the smell of rotting hit the boys as they unscrewed the canisters. Sam began to walk around the room dumping gasoline quietly. Dean stood with his favorite gun pointed at the door waiting to be interrupted. Actually, he was counting on it.
Julia rode into the night hoping that she and JJ weren't going to be too late. She knew Helen too well. She would have the entire night planned out, having situations carefully plotted out. It was something she came to know all too well and something that the Winchesters had no clue about. Julia was surprised still that they had survived the first encounter with her friend. But then again, Helen probably didn't think that Julia would shoot her in the back.
"Hey little sis, you going to tell me where we're going?" Julia heard cracking through her thoughts. She whipped her head around for a moment forgetting that she was on a bike.
"We can talk to each other?" Julia asked in surprise. She heard her older brother laugh.
"I'm getting really technologic. A friend of mine has all of these awesome gadgets that I'm trying out for him. These babies actually come out and we'll be able to use them in the house…the house that you still haven't told me where," JJ reminded his little sister. Julia forgot how much JJ hated not knowing what was going on.
"We're going to Helen's old house. If I was a power hungry demon, that's where I would head. As painful as her past was, that house has unimaginable power," Julia stated. JJ didn't respond to her right away. She squeezed the clutch waiting for JJ to speak.
"Julia, you know that Helen's dad died a couple months ago right?" he crackled through. Julia gasped. She had no idea and Helen hadn't told her. Second guessing herself she wasn't surprised after everything that Helen put her through these past couple of days.
"You're kidding me, was he in jail when it happened?" Julia asked fearing what the answer was going to be. JJ's hesitation to tell her told her the answer.
"No, he died in the house. They don't know how it happened. I'm guessing Helen didn't tell you. Things just got a little more complicated," JJ said. Julia slowed down her bike to a stop to let JJ come up next to her. Julia whipped off her helmet and looked at her older brother.
"We need to get salt and gasoline," she stated as she checked her watch. "And we need it now."
They were already in the second room pouring gasoline. Still not a sound was heard from the house.
"Sammy, this is getting a little weird, no Helen yet you know," Dean stated as he turned to look at his brother. Sam was gone. "Shit." Dean walked into the gasoline filled room.
"Sammy?" he whispered loudly. No reply. No windows were in the room and the closet doors were ripped off and Sam was no where to be seen. He walked closer to the center of the room. He felt the floor groan underneath him. Risking the extra step, Dean stepped more into the room. His mind was racing. Where could he have gone?
"He's your whole world is he?" Dean heard a voice through the darkness of the house. That was it; she was going to toy with them. It wasn't going to happen. Dean raised his gun up higher and where he thought he heard the voice.
"That's not going to stop me Dean. Too bad you weren't evil, we'd make quite a pair," Dean heard Helen whispered. He sneered as he whipped around again.
"I never thought you were that pretty anyways," Dean shouted out as he left the room and walked down the hallway. "Sammy? Answer me, where the Hell are you?" Dean stopped to cock his head to see if he could hear anything. Not even the groaning of the house could be heard by Dean.
"Wrong answer," Dean heard as all of the doors slammed shut on the floor.
Sam continued to pour gasoline on the floor. He stopped for a moment when he realized that he didn't hear Dean pacing anymore. He slowly stood up and looked behind him. Dean was gone. Sam felt for his gun in the back of his pants as he continued to pour out the gasoline.
"Dean?" Sam whispered. He waited for an answer from his brother. Not a word, not a sound. Sam shook his head as he tried to decide if he would say anything again.
"Don't worry about your brother. You should start worrying about yourself. Seeing things Sammy? You should fear for your life…." Sam heard a voice whisper right in his ear. He turned around to see no one. His gun now out Sam started to walk towards the door. Just as he was about to pass through it, the door slammed shut. Sam grabbed the handle and pulled on it. No luck.
"Dean!" Sam shouted as he banged on the door.
"What do you think would hurt you two boys more? A brother dying? Maybe converting one to evil? Or how about knowing that you're both still alive but never to see each other again?" Sam heard her echoing. "What do you say Dean…should I kill Sammy?"
Sam tried to kick the door like Dean did but he was on the wrong side. He started to look for a way out. There was no way that Helen was going to get the best of them. Suddenly Sam heard gun shots and a strangled scream.
"DEAN!" Sam shouted as he looked around the room for an escape. Sam ran to the closet where the wood looked rotten. He started to kick it as hard as he could.
A cold laugh echoed through the house.
Julia and JJ pulled up outside of the house. Both hid their bikes in the bushes. JJ took the walkie-talkie system out of the helmets and helped Julia put it on. She sighed as she looked at her big brother. Her patience was wearing thin. JJ looked down to her little sister, freckles speckling her face. He could see the worn look in her eyes. He would have to watch out for both of them tonight.
"I have two extras of these in my car. I'll take one and you'll take one for the boys," JJ stated as he popped open a compartment on his bike to expose more gadgets and weapons. He loaded two guns and gave them to Julia. He followed suit with two more and extra bullets. Julia checked the straps on her backpack that they had bought at the gas station with the gasoline and salt.
"So, front door or are you going to give me a boost?" Julia asked as she looked at Helen's old house. JJ twirled the gun in his hand as he looked at his little sister.
"I'll boast you and then I'll create a diversion in the front. Just don't take too long to get me killed," JJ joked as they walked towards a tall tree. JJ pushed his sister up into the tree where she could jump onto the roof of the house carefully. Like a cat, she gracefully landed and looked at her brother. As JJ watched her open up a window, gun shots came from the house.
"JJ, be safe," he heard inside of his head. His sister was already out of sight as he pulled out his gun and walked to the front of the house.
"I never am," he whispered as he kicked in the door. Dust flew everywhere as he quickly entered the death trap. He began to kick everything in site just to make noise. JJ threw a chair into a mirror on the wall just to make the hair on his arms stand up.
"Jesus JJ, make enough noise," he heard. He tried not to smile shifting his eyes upwards for a moment. And then he saw her.
"JJ nice of you to join the festivities," she crooned. Her blonde hair seemed to stick out making her seem more ghostly then ever.
"Well, you know me Helen, I can't resist a good party," JJ said as he cocked his gun at her. She smiled and wagged her finger at him.
"Shoot me, one of the boys die," she said with a smile only a mother could love. JJ lowered his weapon a bit as they circled each other.
"And you used to be so hot…what happened?" JJ stated. Helen screamed loud enough to take out the entire house. JJ flew to his knees as he covered up his ears.
Dean walked to the only room that the door didn't fly close on. He thought it was rather weird that it the door didn't close and even more he worried it was a trap. Helen's words flew through his mind, "What do you say Dean…..Should I kill Sammy?" He quickened his pace to the open room. As he walked through the doorway, he seemed to be traveling back in time. He watched as a woman moving backwards unpacks the room she was packing. It was just a blur but he just understood it.
Suddenly the room stood still for a moment. A little girl with blonde hair came skipping into the room. The woman was now lying on the bed. The little girl said something to the mother. And in complete and total surprise, Dean watched the woman backhand her daughter. He lowered his gun as the room began to blur again.
Now there was a man in the room. Behind him was his daughter cowering. The woman was screaming about something but the man was standing in her way. The man and woman began to fight and unexpectedly it all pieced together for Dean. It wasn't Helen's father who was the abuser in the relationship, it was the mother. So when he went to jail, she kept beating her. The memory faded back to the decrepitude room that it was.
"Actually, after I was put in jail, Helen's mother started to groom her Dark," Dean heard from behind him. Dean whipped around with his gun to see a ghost staring him in the face. The saddest looking man stared Dean right in the eyes. He was wearing glasses just like in the memory with a receding hair line. He didn't look old enough to be dead but here he was transparent as Casper the Ghost himself. Dean lowered his gun still keeping it half way up to be able to defend himself.
"How do I know that this isn't just one of Helen's tricks?" Dean stated not letting his guard down.
"You don't but that's what a lot of tonight is going to be about," the ghost stated as he looked down the hallway after hearing the ruckus that was going on downstairs. Dean didn't even seem to hear the noise.
"Why are you here?" Dean asked the man. He slowly turned to look back at Dean.
"Someone has to stop my daughter," he stated. "Your brother is fine, just broke through a closet wall to get out. Julia is in the house. Don't let her near Liam Jones. Her older brother JJ is here too. He's downstairs currently. You must destroy Helen's power source. Sadly enough, it's a necklace that I gave her mother. A string of pearls but its somewhere in the house, that's why she's toying with all of you. Don't believe everything you see or hear Dean," the ghost stated as he disappeared.
A scream shattered through Dean's thoughts and caused him to fall to his knees in pain.
Sam broke through the closet wall and passed into another bedroom. A figure moved in the shadow. Sam raised his gun to shoot. But Helen was too fast for Sam. She kicked the gun out of his hand and pinned him up against the wall. Sam was amazed by her strength but not enough to ignore the fact that the house was moving behind him. Roughly he felt wood wrap around his wrists and ankles. Finally a piece of the house wrapped around his throat. Helen let go of him, all wrapped up in the wall behind him. She smiled at him as she leaned forward and kissed him. Sam fought it as well as a man could who was pinned up against the wall. Helen kept her hands on his chest as she pulled away. Within an instant, duct tape was over his mouth.
"I hope you enjoyed that Sam, it's going to be the last time you ever feel the human touch. I figured out how to kill both of you. Dean's bullets will be in your heart. And Dean's guilt will be the bullets in his heart. I hope you enjoyed life Sammy," Helen cackled as she left the room.
Dean left the room with purpose. He had to find Sammy and he had to find the necklace that way he would kill to birds with one stone. With his gun poised, Dean walked down the hallway ready to shoot anything that might cross his path. And she did cross his path. Helen ran from one room to another. Dean fired off a shot that nicked her shoulder. He ran after the blonde. With no gun, Helen stood in the middle of the room waiting for Dean.
"Let's fight you and I," Helen whispered as she beckoned Dean with her hands. Dean put his gun in the back of his pants as he walked towards her. With fury that Dean had only seen from Sammy when he was really mad, Helen attacked Dean.
Both threw punches and kicks that knocked each other off of their feet. Dean threw a chair at Helen who blocked it with ease. The two continued to fight until Helen made a grab for Dean's gun. He pushed her down as she still kept her arms fighting for the weapon.
When she finally got her hands on the gun, Dean started to realize that the fight wasn't a game but it time to survive. He fought for the gun as Helen tried to turn it towards him. Both rolled around the floor fighting for the weapon. Dean pulled the trigger once to try and get rid of the bullets. Helen stopped fighting for a moment as she fazed away from Dean.
There she stood now, across the room from Dean. He stood with the gun pointed at her chest. She laughed at Dean. He tried to control his rage but he wanted to end it. He wanted to end it right here and right now.
Julia walked into a room that already smelled like gasoline. She quickly left the room with her gun pointed. She had heard the scream moments ago knowing well enough that JJ had deserved the shattering sound considering what he said to her. But then again, her scream had ruined the walkie-talkies so she had already turned them off. Julia spotted a flash of something as she entered another room.
Julia jogged into the room with her gun pulled. And what she saw scared the shit out of her. Sam was pinned up to the wall with what it looked like the house holding onto him. That wasn't even the shocking part. The shocking part was Dean at the other side of the room with a gun pointed at his brother's chest. And the fact that there was a body unmoving on the floor unnerved her as well. Julia ran to Dean first, his hazel eyes were glassed over like he was blind to anything that was going on.
"Dean?" Julia shouted as she backtracked to Sam. Just as she was passing the body though, a hand grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the ground. It was Liam Jones, shot in the chest. She gasped as she tried to kick him away but he kept pulling her towards him. She struggled as his bloody hands gripped her jeans. He pulled her closer to his face, his hands digging into her jeans. She finally got in a good kick in his chest where he let her go. She ran up to Sam and ripped off the duct tape.
"What's wrong with Dean?" Julia asked as she watched Liam wriggle in pain.
"I have no idea," Sam stated as he tried to struggle more and with the house. "Helen told me that Dean was going to kill me." Julia avoided Liam as she ran back to Dean. She grabbed his arm as she tried to get him to lower his weapon. It was like touching a statue; he was stiff and ridiculously cold. His hazel eyes were glazed over like he was blind.
"Sam, talk to him. Make him realize who you are," Julia stated as she vainly pushed and pulled with all of her might.
"Dean, its Sammy, listen to me, you have to put the gun down, I'm not who you think I am," Sam shouted. Julia watched the slight flicker in his eyes.
"Sam, keep shouting!" Julia stated as she began to push on the gun. Dean still wasn't moving it. Dean started to shake his head no and tears started to come down his face. Julia stood mystified as Sam shouted louder and louder. Julia began to panic, her pushing and shoving was doing nothing. Her fist was balled up as she realized what she had to do.
"What's the matter Dean? Can't pull the trigger? I thought you would kill to protect Sammy…you're too afraid," Helen taunted the Winchester. Dean looked at Sam who lay on the ground, blood seeping from his chest.
"Pull the trigger,"
"Pull it Dean, destroy me, save Sammy,"
"DO IT!"
Dean watched as his brother took the last breaths of his life. Within moments he was going to be all alone in the world again. Just as Dean was about to pull the trigger he felt immense pain above his temple. It hurt him so badly that he dropped the gun and grabbed his head. As he pulled his hand away, he saw blood everywhere. The pain was too much to keep Dean standing as he tipped forward. He feltsomethinggrab his jacket as it slowed his fall. He felt the hands roll him over.
"Dean, oh god Dean I'm so sorry," Julia stated as she touched his head. Dean's eyes focused to see Julia kneeling next to him, her left hand holding his head while the other hand was over her mouth. They both heard something else fall. Sam quickly joined them on the floor. Sam rubbed his wrists as he crawled to them.
"What happened? Sammy, I thought you were, I thought I," Dean stated as he sat up and hugged his younger brother who still looked completely shocked from the fact that Dean had just had a gun pointed at his heart. They both pushed each other away quickly after the hug.
"If it wasn't you dying then it was who?" Dean asked. All three turned and looked at Liam who was dead on the floor. "Did I?"
"Sorry Dean, you didn't. You two had a good fight going on but he reached for your gun and it went off accidentally," Sam stated as he pulled Julia to a stand. Both leaned down and pulled up Dean who shrugged off their help immediately.
"Come on, we have to find a string of pearls," Dean stated as he began to walk out of the room. Julia quickly reached into her back pocket and pulled out some salt. She sprinkled it over Liam and said a quick prayer for him. Sam turned to see her praying and nudged Dean. The house gave a shudder when she did it.
"Julia, let's go," Sam stated as Dean began to walk down the hall. Sam looked around, the house did shudder when Julia said her prayer. Julia quickly jogged out as she followed the boys.
"Why are we looking for a string of pearls?" Julia asked as she finally caught up with the boys. Sam shrugged his shoulders never really questioning his older brother about the pearls. Within moments of the question, doors slammed shut all around them. The only way open was down the steps. Julia peered over the banister; nothing seemed out of the norm in the old house.
"Julia, did you ever question Helen about her father?" Dean asked as they carefully made their way down the steps. Julia shook her head no.
"I didn't have to, my father did for me. I never knew why my father was the only cop that questioned the beatings. He always said he never knew why no one else did," Julia whispered as Dean and Sam reached the ground level first. Straight ahead of them was the living room, partially blocked by a wall. Julia heard the cock of a shot gun and instantly the two boys were running into the living room with Helen blasting away. Julia was trapped between a rock and Helen, until she saw Dean turn to shoot at Helen creating cover for his friend. Julia ran into the living room and dove behind the sofa rapidly followed by Sam and Dean.
"Have any bright ideas?" Dean shouted as they were ambushed with fire power. Sam and Julia quickly returned fire.
"I think it's your turn," Julia shouted. Julia and Sam began to return fire power as Dean searched around with his eyes to help with something. He crawled towards the wall hoping to see if the window would open. Julia turned around as she refilled her clip to face Dean who was turning around. They both heard groaning of wood that was not able to hold the weight that was placed upon it. Julia cocked her head at Dean, knowing that it wasn't her that was sitting on the weak wood.
And just like that, the ground opened up beneath Dean. Julia stood and tried to grab his hands as he slipped from view. Sam turned around to just see Dean disappear.
"Dean!" Sam shouted, both Sam and Julia now completely exposed to Helen's wrath. Both had their backs to her as they watch the ground close up behind Dean. Sam whipped around with his guns blazing to shoot down Helen. But Helen already knew their hand and had put her gun up to Julia's head while they were looking down. Julia held her breath as she felt the cold metal on her neck. Her eyes found Sam who was trembling as he held his guns. Julia dropped her guns.
"Now, you see what happens when you put holes in my house," Helen teased. Julia watched Sam slowly put down his guns on the floor as she felt Helen grab her arm and push her towards the symbols on the ground.
"Julia, if you could please kneel for me, you too Sam," Helen ordered. Julia kneeled suddenly feeling very tired. Her little bit of adrenaline that she had was quickly fading. Sam roughly kneeled down next to Julia, making a lot of noise as he did it.
"What's your plan now Helen? We're sacrifices, you take over the world?" Sam hissed at her. Julia was shocked at Sam's demeanor. He wouldn't stop. "What the Hell happened to Dean?"
"Where's JJ?" Julia finally asked. She felt Sam's questioning look. "I heard him call you ugly so I'm sure you're over-punishing him for his smart mouth." Helen stopped whatever she was doing to point a knife at Julia.
"You're brother was always a pig," Helen jeered. Julia shrugged. She turned and looked at the hole in the ground where Dean disappeared.
"He's with JJ isn't he?" Julia asked. Helen's silence was answer enough. Julia felt Sam take her hand as they waited. She leaned on the taller Winchester hoping that Dean was okay. And as tight as Sam was holding her hand, she knew he was thinking the same thing.
Dean, for a moment, felt complete and total panic. His whole fear with flying sort of influenced his current freefall experience. And just as fast as the ground had opened beneath him, Dean slammed into the ground. For whatever reason though, Dean wasn't in pain when he hit the ground. Shocked, he waited for a moment before he tested himself. The only pain came from his head but that pain had been inflicted by Julia. He cracked his eyes open to only see darkness.
"Am I dead," Dean whispered as he rolled from his back to his stomach.
"No, but we're definitely in a slight jam," a voice ran out from beyond Dean. Dean stood up quickly not knowing who else was in the basement. His eyes began to adjust to the darkness.
"Who the hell is down here?" Dean shouted as he pulled out his gun and aimed it into the darkness. He saw something moving to his right.
"Julia's older brother," the voice called back. Dean paused for a moment. It could be a trap. "I'm JJ, the oldest of the J clan. Me, Julia, Jason, and Jo plus our crazy parents equals a household of hunters. You need to watch out for Julia's right hook, god does she pack a punch behind that one," Dean heard JJ state. He smiled and lowered his gun.
"So, we've made it to the basement," Dean stated as he felt JJ standing close to him in the dark. "No lights down here?"
"Nope, no lights and there isn't a way out either. No windows and the only door leading out is completely boarded up," JJ listed off. Dean looked around the basement. In one of the corners, the room seemed slightly lit up. He traveled over to it with JJ on his tail.
"Do you see this?" Dean asked. He held his hands out into the light. He could see JJ shaking his head no. Mud was caked all over JJ. "Dude, what happened to you?"
"I pissed Helen off," JJ laughed as Dean looked up at the ceiling. There were no visible cracks to let in light. Dean scrunched his face up as pulled out a knife from his bag. He began to poke around in the soil until he hit something hard.
"What are you looking for?" JJ asked as he continued to look up at the ceiling. "Do you hear something?" Dean shook his head no as JJ walked away from him. "I swear I hear something." Dean quickly began to dig whatever it was in the dirt out. Soon a blue covered box appeared. Dean turned to shout to JJ but JJ was balancing on a chair near the ceiling. Dean rolled his eyes as he popped open the box with his knife.
Within the box there were articles and pictures of Helen's father's trial. There were also pictures of Helen and her mother, completely beaten. Dean held up it up to the light. It didn't take him long to be able to tell that the pictures had been doctored. He gently pulled up on the film that was on the picture. Underneath, the two were completely fine.
"What the, he really was innocent," Dean stated. JJ instantly hushed him. Dean walked over to hear the tapping that JJ had been listening to for the past couple of moments. Dean realized instantly what it was.
"Morse code?" Dean asked. JJ nodded his head. He closed his eyes for another moment before the tapping silence. Dean could feel dust coming down from the ceiling from someone walking around. Dean started to figure out the code when JJ interrupted him.
"It's Julia. She's says that we don't have a lot of time. And she's says that one of them is going to be used for their blood. She won't say who," JJ stumbled through as he jumped off of the chair. He accidentally knocked the box out of Dean's hands. It hit the ground hard and broke into pieces. Both boys scoped down to pick up items. JJ picked up a string of pearls.
"Looking for these?" JJ asked. Dean's eyes grew huge. He nodded his head. JJ and Dean both stood as he played with the pearls. "What now?" Dean sensed something in his voice.
"You're lying to me JJ," Dean stated as he shook his head and looked up. "How long did she say until Helen used Sam as a sacrifice?" Dean could feel his blood starting to pump. He was going to have to save his little brother again.
"She guessed roughly 20 minutes to a half and hour, give or take," JJ stated quietly. "We have to save him because the way that she worded it, the whole house is going to come down on us." Dean nodded his head, he had heard that part.
"So, you got a plan?" JJ asked. Dean leaned down on the ground as he began to make one on the ground.
"I'm working on it," Dean stated as he created drawings on the ground in the dirt.
