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Jack was seconds from strangling something and she had a feeling it would end up being the girl she was supposed to be protecting.

Just hours after talking her father into buying a Greyhound ticket to Wisconsin in her name, Riley remembered leaving her purse with her id in it in her locker the night before. If she didn't have her id she couldn't claim her ticket at the window. So Jack was standing in a darkened hallway while Riley grabbed her things while Sam and Dean stood guard at the entrance a few feet away. It didn't stop the uneasy feeling Jack had about being there in the first place.

"Riley, we need to hurry." Jack said trying to keep her patience.

"Okay, I've got it." Riley said finally pulling out her little blue purse.

"Congratulations, lets go." Jack said grabbing her by the arm towards the exit. It was full blown dark now. Feeding time.

'Fifteen feet, ten feet, eight feet…' Jack thought calmly, her hand straying to touch the little bottle of Holy water in her pocket and the six shooter tucked under her t-shirt.

Sam opened the door for them as they reached the brothers. Jack was about to push Riley out ahead of her when they were pulled back inside and the doors slammed shut, trapping them inside.

"Jack!" Sam yelled reaching for her. She hadn't realized that he'd made a mad dive for her when she was first pulled and ended up trapped inside with them. With Dean stuck on the outside.

"Sam! Sam!" Dean was yelling pulling at the doors, using his leg as leverage to try to pry it open.

Sam shot to his feet, ran to the door, gesturing for his brother to move out of the way and kicking outward. The doors weren't budging and on his second attempt he saw why. Carved into the underside of the handle was symbol he recognized vaguely as something to do with control over inanimate objects.

'Damn, he's in the school.' Sam thought stepping away from the door. He drew his handgun and looked all around him. Jack had Riley pressed against the wall with her back to the young girl, holding a gun in one hand and her brass knuckles adorning her other hand.

"Dean, go to the house, you have to smash the alter they used to summon the spirits." Sam shouted through the doors at his brother.

"Like hell I'm leaving you guys here alone." Dean said drawing his gun aiming at the door handle.

"Dean, you have to the doors not going to open. He did something to it. He knows more about this stuff then we thought and I don't think he's doing this alone anymore." Sam argued. He felt a chill up his spine and saw movement out of the corner of his eye.

"Dean, go now. Deal with the alter. Smash it and burn it to purify the area." Sam said turning his back on Dean.

"Jack." He said walking slowly towards the girls, ignoring Dean shouting for him to get his ass back to the door.

"Jack, what kind of bullets you got in there?" Sam asked standing beside her. It was eerily quiet, even Dean's yelling didn't seem to quite penetrate the quiet.

"Iron I've got a bottle of holy water in my pocket too." Jack said scanning the darkened hallway.

"Great minds think alike." Sam said trying to ease the tension. He looked toward the door where Dean had finally given up trying to get inside and hoped he got to the house fast.

"Dean told me what I should bring. These are just for fun." She said holding up her free fist. He read the inscription and laughed at her smirk.

"We need to get you a hobby." Sam said.

Whatever Jack was going to say was cut off by Riley's piercing scream. Jack winced at the proximity of the sound to her ear and turned to fire automatically in the direction Riley was looking.

"Don't!" Sam said knocking her hand aside just in time so she ended up shooting a bulletin board instead of Alex. The boy ducked low to the ground waiting for a shot that wasn't coming. Jack pushed off t he wall she had Riley up against and to face him. Sam pulled Riley by the hand to stand behind him as he took a place beside Jack.

"You son of a bitch." Jack spat training her gun on him.

"He's human Jack, you can't kill him." Sam told her.

"Don't need to kill him, his kneecaps will do just fine." Jack said.

"Why are you doing this?" Riley choked out from behind them.

"Riley, I'm sorry but this is how it has to be. Once Sylvia is done we can be together forever. Don't you want me to be happy?" Alex said in a sickeningly clam tone.

"Is that what she told you?" Sam asked lowering his gun to the floor but keeping his hand on the trigger.

"It doesn't work that way, Alex. She's lying to you to get you to do this." Sam said moving one step forward to try and reason with Alex.

"Sam." Jack said. She tensed when she caught a glance at something grey moving through the shadows behind Alex.

"You don't know anything!" Alex shouted.

"Sam." Jack warned a second before a Schneewittchen lunged from behind its keeper at Sam.

Sam ducked out of the way fast barely avoiding it. He didn't want to fire his gun with Alex standing in the line of fire. He reached in his pocket for the little bottle of holy water to find it empty. He checked his other pocket and scanned the ground for the missing bottle. There it w as lying in the middle of the hall where he'd just been standing. The Schneewittchen spun in his direction, slamming him against the wall, baring its teeth at Sam.

"Hey Bitch! Why don't you come after me. I'm the one who took your snack from you!" Jack yelled. The creature turned toward her, standing in the middle of the hall with her arms outstretched on either side. She dropped her gun to the ground and waited for it to catch the scent of her blood beating under her skin.

Sure enough the thing snarled pushing away from Sam and advancing on its new prey.

"Jack!" Sam shouted raising his gun.

"Get her into a room. I'll distract this one." Jack said diving out of the w ay as the creature clawed at her. She grabbed up Sam's bottle of holy water and threw it to him. Sam caught it easily.

"I'm not leaving you here." Sam said.

"There are three more of these things. I'm getting off light." Jack said, dodging another attack. It disappeared and reappeared behind her.

"Its behind you." Riley shouted form where she was cowering. Jack used her ability on instinct veering away as it shrieked in pain, its breath hot on the back of her neck. Alex was watching with anger in his eyes, still as a statue.

"Go Sam." Jack said gritting her teeth. She was just dieing to get at this kid. Sam finally nodded dashing down to where Riley was and scooping her up. Alex pointed at him and the Schneewittchen appeared in his path. Jack used his diverted attention to grab her gun, she was at Alex's back in seconds without his knowing she'd even moved.

"Call it off." Jack said in his ear pressing the barrel to the back of his head. Alex jumped and tried to move from her but she put an arm around his chest to keep him in place.

Sam nodded at jack and turned a corner down another hallway. The spirit didn't impede him this time.

"It'll kill you instead." Alex said menacingly.

"You better hope not, cause I'll take you down with me." Jack threatened. She feels the creature coming up behind her and has to decide whether to let go and give Alex her back or keep him as a hostage against the thing.

Sam kicked in the door of the first classroom he finds and entered a small science lab. He ran to the back and sat Riley down on a table top. Unscrewing the cap to the little glass bottle he starts to spread it in a circle around.

"Will that keep tem away?" Riley asked watching him. She flinched as he reached his fingers to her forehead after dipping them in the water.

"It'll help, I need you to sit still." Sam said holding her head still so he could draw some symbols on her forehead and cheeks.

Sam spun suddenly shooting at the second Schneewitchen.

Dean slammed on the breaks in front of the Moore house. He cut the engine, bursting out of the car door. A short run to the side of the house and he spotted the damn lock that had kept him out of their cellar before. He grinned viscously and took aim. One bullet was all it took to blow a hole in it. Dean walked down with his gun pointed in front of him, guided by a dim light from deep inside.

He paused on the last step down looking all around him. The walls were lined with mirrors and in the center of the room was a black alter, glistening with a dark liquid he suspected was blood. He approached it looking all around him for any new player, ingredients for the spell lined the altar in a perfect circle around a lock of light brown hair. Writing he didn't understand was on every mirror.

"Lady you are one sick bitch." He said turning to see Sylvia standing in front of the stairs.

"I don't expect you to understand." Sylvia said shaking her head as if he were nothing but a nuisance.

"A hunter." She said sighing. Her short black dress hugged her ever curve and accented her icy beauty to exception. The silver 356 magnum in her hand was pointed lazily at the ground.

"I've dealt with your kind before. That one couldn't stop me fifty years ago, what makes you think you can now?" Sylvia said calmly completely unfazed by the gun trained on her or nearness to her precious alter.

Dean glared at the woman thinking about her doing this before in other towns, to other girls.

"We've got your little boy toy, call your pets off or else." Dean bluffed hoping for some flicker of emotion in her cold eyes. Contempt and amusement flashed across her face.

"He's a means to an end." She said waving it off without concern. Dean reached behind him to knock over the alter but the bitch was faster than he thought. A shot rang out in the cellar.

Sam watched the thing disappear and reappear, again and again to confuse him. He couldn't shoot wildly for fear of hurting Riley. She stayed where she was digging her nails painfully into the table top shaking in fear.

Sam felt a pain throb in his head behind his eyes, so bad it made him sway on his feat. Not now, he thought trying to will away the vision before it hit. This was not what he needed right now.

The pain exploded with a burst if images moving fuzzily across his eyelids as he slammed the heels of palms into his eyes. Sam cried out trying not to fall over and failing. Far off he heard Riley scream. The images came into focus; him turning wrong and ending up with the Schneewittchen's fist through his chest. It was gone as fast as it came and he looked up to see the snarling creature towering over him as he kneeled on the floor. Sam swallowed back the mouthful of bile and ignored the roiling in his stomach. Sam jumped to his feet and sliding to the left, in the opposite direction he'd gone in his vision, then pivoting to the right to come up behind the creature. He put the gun to its head and pulled the trigger knocking it backward into the table where Riley was sitting. She had the presence of mind to jump from her place as it came crashing down on the spot she'd bean sitting and curling up in a ball underneath.

The smell of rot and burning filled the room as the spirit went up in smoke from the contact with the water. Sam covered his nose and reached under the table to pull Riley out from underneath. He didn't look back to see it die, he just ran on rubbery legs out of the room, hoping they wouldn't collapse under him.

Jack spun Alex around and practically threw him at the monster. She backed away and waited for the next attack, her gun pointed and her fist clenched tightly.

Alex recovered fast and the Schneewittchen made another one its little disappearing acts. Damn, she was getting sick of these SOB's. Jack smirked at Alex as he foolishly swung at her. She dodged it easily and landed an uppercut to his jaw, feeling the satisfying crunch as his teeth knocked together, breaking a few of them with the metal wrapped round her fist. He howled in pain and clutched his jaw falling to the ground in agony. Jack stared at him in disgust and removed the knuckles in favor of her holy water now. The Sncheewittchen hadn't reappeared just yet, but she was sure it was near.

A mirror exploded behind Dean as he ducked out the way of the shot. He rolled into one of the shadowing crevices, watching the woman walk calmly into the cellar. He moved silently deeper into the shadows and waited for his opportunity. If he tried to attack to soon she'd see him coming in the mirrors.

"So what every time you see a wrinkle you go out and get a cherry and kill her?" Dean asked as he moved. She turned around to try and place his voice, her cold mask finally slipping to show her anger.

"What, you can't afford botox?" Dean asked edging behind one of the walls holding the mirrors. He felt along it carefully and saw that the way was just a bit of plaster, probably a temp job from a home improvement job that never got finished.

"I have more of them than you know, boy. Every mirror holds one of my girls. You can't hide from me." Sylvia said the strain showing in her voice.

Dean tried to remember the exact location of the alter from where he was hiding. If he was right he could aim at the middle of the plaster wall and the bullet would hit it dead center, if he wasn't it would probably hit her, but he wasn't all that concerned with her well being at this point. Dean pressed his gun to the wall and pulled the trigger, the bullet exploding outward with a rain of glass toward the alter and Sylvia both.

She didn't move and the bullet went straight through her stomach knocking her into her alter. Dean ran around the side with his gun ready and kneeled by the woman. He checked her pulse, feeling no beat there and rolled her off the shattered sticky remnants of her spell. He was about to take his lighter out when Sylvia grabbed his ankle catching him off guard.

"Shit." Dean said before he hit the ground. The back of his head landed on a piece of glass cutting his scalp open. She didn't waste any time climbing on top of him with a knife in her hands.

"What does is take to kill you?" Dean exclaimed trying to wrestle the blade out of her hand. He bucked up to throw her off him and threw out his hand searching for his lighter. His hand finally touched the cold metal of the Zippo and he closed his hand over it.

Dean rolled out of the way just as she regained her bearings and brought the blade down in the direction of his throat. He flicked the lighter on and threw it the woman, stumbling back. For a moment he caught the image of a wrinkled old woman, then a skeletal corpse still sneering hatefully at him, then she went up in flames taking her alter with her. Dean scrambled to his feet and ran for the stairs as the fire spread. He glanced back with one foot on the bottom step and saw the images of young girls in the dozens of mirrors still intact.

Dean coughed as the smoke reached his mouth and nose. He ran up the stairs making it out the doors with the fire on his heels. Running to his car, Dean yanked open the door and jumped inside, gunning it out of the place before the cops and fire department arrived. It was defiantly time to get out of this town.

Jack clutched her shoulder after a Schneewittchen clipped it, dropping low to the ground. She poured out the holy water in a circle, barring the spirit entrance.

"Jack." Sam called coming around the corner with Riley in tow. He was running off balance and looked like he was about to fall over.

He sucked in a breath and took aim with his gun. Before he could pull the trigger the thing exploded in flames. It burned out and was gone. Sam looked at Jack questioningly

"I didn't do it." Jack said in bewilderment.

"Dean." Sam said with a half smile falling hard against the wall.

"You alright?" Jack asked jumping up from her circle to help him. She made him lean his weight against her as she put his arm over her shoulder. He was practically dead weight.

"Bathroom?" She asked Riley. It took a second for Riley to register the question, when she did she pointed behind her to the hall across from the one she and Sam had disappeared down before.

"Sam, I need you to work with me here. You weigh a ton, dude." She told him straining to help him down the hall to the bathroom. His chuckle was cut short as he tried not to throw up on her. Sam walked along letting most of his bulk fall on Jack's shoulder. He closed his eyes and let her guide him.

"A vision. While I was fighting." Sam managed to say. Riley darted in front on Jack holing the door to the bathroom open for them.

"Don't." Jack stopped her when she reached for the light switches. It would make the post premonition migraine worse.

"Riley, get some paper towels wet and give them to me." Jack told her settling Sam on the ground against the row of stalls. She circulated her shoulder trying to get some feeling back into them. Riley tapped her shoulder hesitantly and gave her what she asked for.

"Okay now go outside and wait for Dean." Jack said kneeling down to press the cool paper to Sam's forehead.

"I c-can't!" Riley shrieked making Sam wince in pain at the volume. Jack shot her a dirty look. She bit her lip and tried to give Riley a reassuring smile.

"Its okay. They're gone now." Jack said nodding slowly. Riley was still shaking her head.

"I wouldn't-" Jack started then she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

"In here." Jack called clapping her hands over Sam's ears to keep his migraine-induced sensitive hearing from hurting him anymore.

Dean appeared out of breath at the doorway.

"Is he okay?" Dean demanded too loud. Jack shushed him and gestured for him to come closer.

"He had a vision while he was fighting. He's going through the afters now." Jack explained in a low voice.

"A vision? Of what?" Dean asked sharply.

"Of the spirit, what it was going to do next." Sam said tiredly.

"Damn, well we gotta get out of here, the cops are going to be here any second." Dean said.

"Help me, get his other arm." Jack said putting her shoulder back under Sam's arm. Dean followed suit and with Sam's help they lifted him off the floor and helped him walk quickly out of the bathroom and down the halls. Alex was still writhing in pain on the ground but they ignored him altogether. Riley followed them out the school doors to their car.

"Good thing we packed before we left the motel cause we have to leave town now." Dean said helping Jack ease his brother into the back seat.

"Why?" Jack asked.

"I burnt down her house." Dean said.

"What?" Riley asked shocked.

"I had to, besides we're dropping you at the bus station on the way out anyway." Dean said.

"Do you want me to drive?" Jack asked indicating towards Sam, who would be better off with someone in the backseat with him. The adrenaline of the fight and the afters were not a friendly combination.

"I don't think I'll fit back there with him." Dean said regretfully. Jack nodded and moved to the other side so she could slide in with his head in her lap.

Riley sat in the front seat, curled in a corner while Dean drove them out of town, past the lights of the police cars and the fire truck in front of her house.

"Did you do this for Chris too?" Sam asked quietly trying to keep his mind off the pain of his waking vision, he'd only had two waking premonitions so far but they hurt worse than the sleeping ones did. It was already starting to recede but it wasn't gone yet.

"All the time." Jack said in a soft tone running her hands through his hair in soothing gesture as familiar to her as breathing. She turned the damp paper towel over so the cool side was against his forehead again.

TBC…….

AN: A nice long chappie to make up for being MIA. This is the first computer access I've had in days. I was going crazy from addiction withdrawals LoL. Next is the Epilogue and then the series continues with a new little adventure for our heroes. Tell me whatcha think! Thanks.