Disclaimer: I own nothing but my pervy, dark side. Otherwise known as the inspiration for these stories. Enjoy the show……
Dean swung open the door and drew his gun. The thick atmosphere made it heard to breath as they ascended the staircase but so far they hadn't been ambushed by their guy.
"Why's this dude so pissed?" He heard Jack mumble.
"Don't know don't care." Sam answered.
They made it to the light room with Dean leading the way. He motioned for Jack and Sam to step back before he kicked the door open. He jumped out of the line of fire just as a mass of cold blew out at them, similar to the one from the night before but stronger. According to their plan Jack threw out a small flare of fire down the railing using the psychic energy as a distraction. It almost worked.
"Dumb ghosts." Jack grinned as they ran into the light room.
"Jack!" Sam called out too late. She ran face first into the poltergeist. The form of the man was clear now. Blue lipped and deathly pale, his eyes narrowed in hate as he grabbed the sides of Jack's head with both hands.
Dean fired a shot and the dead man disappeared. Jack dropped to the ground shaking slightly. Sam took the pouch from Dean so he could help Jack up, while he covered his back. Suddenly Sam was slammed forward into the glass, the impact making him drop his gun. He heard someone call for him and a loud slamming. He couldn't focus and then he was being turned around by invisible hands. He opened his eyes and was staring into the cold dead eyes of the dead man. His hands went around Sam's throat choking him as he struggled vainly against the steel grip. The lighthouse was turned on almost blinding him.
Sam's eyes scanned around him looking for Dean but he was nowhere to be found and Jack he spotted knocked out on the ground, the Tiger's Eye a few feet from her. The door to the room was shut tight, he hoped to anything that was listening t hat his brother hadn't taken another nose dive over the railing.
"Why?" Sam gasped out trying to buy some time. His head was starting to swim for insufficient oxygen.
"That bitch." George's breath came out in white puffs, his face was twisting into a grotesque sneer.
"That bitch killed me." He said. Sam felt something slide into his mind and he saw. He saw what happened the night George died. Like Jack thought it was no suicide. It was a tragic accident.
George climbed the stairs two at a time, he'd been drinking but not enough to be full blown drunk. It was a dare, he was going to go inside the lighthouse and turn on the light, which was only used sporadically anymore. If he could figure out how to work the damn thing. Fifteen minutes into it he couldn't stop laughing at himself and wasn't having any luck with the light.
He finally gave up and staggered out of the room, resting against the railing. Maybe I had more than I thought, he thought to himself dizzily. He took out his phone and was about to open it to check the time when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. George turned slowly gasping. The woman appeared in front of him, not moving, speaking, just standing there. He stumbled backwards, hit the railing and went over the side. He couldn't catch himself in time and plummeted to his death.
"Let go!" Sam heard from far away. Then he was dropping to the ground gasping for air. His eyes focused on Jack standing between him and George. She held the Tiger's Eye she removed from the pouch in one hand to ward him off and Sam's gun in the other. He climbed to his feet, she glanced back at him, her eyes spitting with anger. George was stalking back in forth in choppy movements fazing in and out of sight.
"Jack hand me the gun." Sam said through gritted teeth, she nodded and handed it back to him. A loud gun shot blast sounded and the door was opened by a very pissed off Dean. George disappeared again.
"You guys okay?" Dean called to them.
"Yeah." Sam answered for them.
"Dean shoot out the light." Jack called. He didn't ask any questions, just aimed and fired. He w as slammed into the wall just as the shot left his gun.
"Aw fuck." Dean coughed, the wind knocked out of him.
George turned on Sam as he advanced on him. Sam sent a look to Dean, his eyes flickering to Jack a s she slid stealthily across the room to the shattered sparking light with the crystal and a look of determination. Dean nodded and pulled out his gun shooting near the ghost. Sam did the same seconds later as he whirled on Dean. George looked back and forth between them deciding who to tear into first, not noticing Jack climbing carefully higher to place the pouch inside.
A shard of glass sliced through Jack's arm, the heat searing her flesh. She let go of the ingredients and snatched her arm back stumbled back from the broken light. She missed a foot hold hitting the floor hard. She looks up to see Sam and Dean firing on the poltergeist, each taking turns ducking out of his grasp to keep his attention from the others. The dark handprint around Sam's throat stand out against his pale skin even in the dark. Jack shoved her hand into her pocket and pulled out the paper.
"You're like her. Trying to kill me too." George's breathe freezes the back of Jack's ear. His hand fastened around her wrist twisting it painfully driving her to her knees. Jack grit her teeth and pushed backwards pressing herself flush against George's form. The charms emblazoned on her flesh reacted to the unnatural presence, working to protect their keeper. George's howl echoed through the room and he let go of her. Sam was there in an instant grabbing her and pulling her away just as a large chunk of the bulb shook loose and would have impaled her. He looked at her arm and pulled off his flannel shirt ripping the sleeve for a makeshift bandage. He worked with quick proficiency to bind the wound in the chaos of shuddering glass and dangerous sparks.
Dean took the spell form her hands and stood up. George screamed in rage and made for the hunter who remained unfazed. He started speaking t he words in his hand, a language he didn't know, hoping he didn't fuck it up too much. There was only one shot at this. George's eyes widened and he looked towards the shattered light, where the purifying pouch was starting to glow. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. Everything was shaking, the windows starting to fracture. Sam pulled Jack to her feet and they back away from them.
"Dean! C'mon this things gonna blow." Sam yelled at his brother. Dean's voice screamed the final words hoarsely above the cacophony. He didn't hear Sam's warning.
"Dean!" Sam screamed running back into the eye of the storm to grab his brother. Together they ran across to the doorway where Jack was leaning heavily, holding her injured arm.
Nobody needed to say that they needed to get the fuck out before the place shattered to bits. They ran as fast as they could, helping whenever one of them stumbled till they were on the ground floor. The whole place rang with a high pitched shriek and glass exploded everywhere. Dean felt a shard clip the back of his leg but he ignored the sharp bite of pain and kept running pushing Sam and Jack forward past the circle cast by the ritual. Where the air inside the circle had been heavy making their movements sluggish, the air outside was calm and smooth, allowing them to move and breath with as much ease as they could.
"Just a simple spell huh?" Dean asked looking at Jack. He started brushing broken glass and rubble form his hair.
"Hey, I said in theory." Jack defended trying to catch her breath.
"Lets never do that again." Sam said putting his hand to the stinging sensation in his cheek and coming away with his hand coated in blood.
"Next time we'll follow the bastard's body to tenbucktoo if we have to." Dean said. He fell back on the grass content to lay there for a week. Jack and Sam followed his lead taking seats on the ground. They were all bloody and covered in glass but the lighthouse had grown quiet after the explosion, so they were free to rest up for a minute.
"Yep, I don't think anything else bad is gonna happen tonight." Dean said putting his arms behind his head.
The sprinklers came up out of the ground and turned on, proving him wrong.
"You're not allowed to talk anymore, Jinx." Jack said wiping excess water out of her eyes.
"Thank God." Sam joked.
"Its not broken but you'll need to take it easy Miss Adler." The ER doc said.
"Thanks doc." Jack said.
"You should use crutches until it heels." He continued.
"We have some already thanks." Sam spoke up from the stool he sat on. Dean was in the next bed with the back of his leg being stitched up. With jack's arm, Sam's head and face and Dean's leg they had over a hundred stitches between them, a new record the triage nurse had said.
"Okay well all we're waiting for is your paperwork and you can go." The doctor said good naturedly before walking away to see other patients.
"Don't worry you're too pretty to scar." Jack said seeing Seam run his hand over the ridge of stitches on his cheek. His hand dropped back into his lap.
"Hey lets get going I hate hospitals." Dean said parting the curtain between their beds. He was buckling his belt back up, having just managed to shimmy carefully into his pants.
Jack slid off the bed and hopped halfway to the hall before Sam stopped her and put his shoulder und her arm.
"Hey Jolly Green, that's gonna walking kinda hard." Jack reminded him as her feet dangled awkwardly.
"Shut the hell up or I'll drop you." Sam said.
"Only because you asked so pretty." Jack said sarcastically. She hooked her good leg around his side so she wasn't dangling like a piece of luggage.
"Can't believe you mad me come to the hospital." She grumbled.
"We all needed more stitches than a home job could handle. Stop being such a baby." Dean said even though he protested coming to the ER as much as she did.
"Better not have gotten blood all over my baby." Dean said. After they pried themselves from the ground, trudged in soaking wet and took showers Sam insisted they go to the hospital. Jack couldn't walk and they were all bleeding profusely. Turns out she's sprained her bad knee and needed a small transfusion. Dean needed one as well ("You would be something rare." Sam scowled at her when she informed the ER docs that she was AB-. "Everything about me's rare." Jack replied grinning.)
The hospital was busy enough that nurses didn't stop them from leaving, assuming they had the green light. Dean popped the trunk and pulled out the crutches they'd decided to keep given their track record for injuries. Sam lowered Jack to the ground carefully waiting till she had the crutches situated before letting go completely.
"So back to Pigeon Pointe?" Dean asked them.
"All the stuffs there." Sam pointed out.
"I meant are we staying for the night or do you want to get an early start?" Dean asked. He gave Sam a significant look and Sam understood.
"No lets stay the night. There's something I have to do before we leave anyway." Sam said looking down at the ground.
"Okay." Dean said simply. He got in the Impala and started the car, Metallica blaring loudly through the parking lot. They drove for a few minutes each lost in their own thoughts when Dean decided to speak.
"Mary." Dean said suddenly turning down the music.
"What?" Sam asked in confusion.
"Her name its-its Mary." Dean said. It took a second for Sam to figure out what he was talking about but Jack got it right away.
"You named your car after your mom." She said.
"You did?" Sam asked cocking his head to the side. He remembered now the conversation from days ago at the diner when the first arrived in town.
"Yep." Dean said clearing his throat.
"You never told me that." Sam said.
"Never told anyone that." Dean countered. "I've thought of it as Mary since I was a kid. You know so I wouldn't forget some things, cause…." He trailed of but t he implication of I couldn't forget her if she was always close to me was clear.
Sam was looking at his brother, trying to reconcile this new information. There was a lot he still didn't know about what went through Dean's mind, the way he dealt with things, aside from his show of shrugging it all off.
"Why'd you name your bike lice?" Dean asked trying to change the subject. He'd given Sammy his chick flick sharing moment now he wanted the attention elsewhere.
"It was my favorite book as a kid." Jack said fondly. "Alice was a tough kid, smart."
"I don't whether to check if you guys are possessed or try a group hug." Sam joked.
"If you hug me I'll stop this car right now and beat your ass." Dean warned with a smirk.
"And I'll loan him my crutches to do the job right." Jack said.
Sam smiled and reached out to turn t he radio back up drowning out there threats of violence against him.
He thought about what he had planned the next day. He was determined to face his fears and visit Jess, maybe even drive past the apartment, not to go in just to make sure he could. If he could. But he wasn't going to go it alone this time. Sam glanced at Dean tapping out the tune to the song on t he steering wheel, he flashed a smile at Sam when he noticed him looking. Then back to Jack dozing in the backseat and trying not to. No he wasn't going to it alone.
TBC………
AN: Looks like aside from the stores closing up to early this storm isn't going to be doing much damage but I don't want to speak, er type too soon. Actually something good came out of it, in that my older brother got to make an emergency call home form his PT training, because they heard about the hurricane. That's me sharing cause I'm happy to have heard from my bro for the first time in a bit. Anywhore (hehe I love saying that) The Epilogue will be typed tomorrow and then its on to the next adventure. Thanks to everyone for reading and give such great feedback!