Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural I'd drive the Metallicar everywhere blasting Triumph-Fight The Good Fight.
"We're not splitting up. Stay close and we'll check building to building." Dean said cocking his gun.
"Why here?" Jack asked looking around at the buildings.
"If this thing feeds off misery then what better place to look than this place?" Dean said gesturing all around them. The buildings were either abandoned or looked like they should be. No one would bat an eye at hearing a scream there.
"True." Jack said.
"I think I hear something." Sam shushed them. Walking further between the buildings he heard a high pitched scream that broke off into a sob. It was faint and far away but years of his father's training made him pick up the sound.
They made their way between the buildings towards the sound. Sam heard a scratching to his right and glanced that away expecting to see Jack ready to blow away whatever was there. But the spot she'd just occupied was empty. Dean looked to his left to ask Dean where she was and he was gone too. Sam turned this way and that looking for them but he saw only the dark outlines of buildings. He was alone.
A flicker to her side that Jack turned her head to investigate and she'd somehow gotten separated from the others. She pulled the extra gun she'd brought along, feeling more secure with a gun in each hand and skulked through the shadows looking for signs of where Sam or Dean might be.
Dean should have checked on them one more time before turning that blind corner. It was a rookie mistake and he'd lost track of Sammy and Jack. His father would have his ass for getting himself turned around without backup.
"Sammy! Jack!" He called. No point in playing it quiet. The thing knew they were coming. He saw the shadows shift. Dean took out an old bandana from his pocket and tied it around the rusty remains of a railing on one of the buildings so he'd know if he was going in circles and started from there.
"Your not my dad." Sam said stubbornly.
"Now Sammy. Is that any way to talk to your old man?" The John impersonator smiled at him.
Sam felt a flood of hatred towards the demon doing this. He couldn't shake the memory of the cabin, their dad being possessed. Dean nearly dieing. The smell of blood and fear invaded his senses as he remembered that night.
"You don't deserve to be here. You were never as good a hunter as Dean." It said with their dad's disapproving frown.
"I'm not listening to you." Sam said walking back the way he came. It hadn't tried to hurt him physically, which was worse in so many ways.
A high familiar whistle filled the air. Jack flinched from the noise. She couldn't hear that song anymore, not without a feeling of dread, not since the hospital.
"What's this wearing your heart on your sleeve bit about, Sparks?" A shadow wearing her uncle's face stepped out of the shadows.
"Girl I knew wouldn't have been so obvious." He gave an open friendly smile. "Seems like either way you're a danger to everyone around you."
"Fuck you." She said narrowing her eyes. She bit t he inside of her cheek, trying not to think that it was right.
"Thought you buried it all right?" He said wagging a finger at her.
"Eh, maybe when your buddies caught you with that guy it brought all those dark feelings back." He had Chris's thick drawl down to a tee, even the way he held a cigarette.
"Yeah, I'm a hurt little puppy." She said sarcastically folding her arms over her chest. She fought through the rush of emotions, pain, sadness and rage to get to the calm she could summon up like armor against the world.
The NotChris flinched and almost dropped his cigarette. She smiled and cocked her head to the side.
"What's wrong? Nothing to feed your illusion?" She asked sweetly. Detached from everything she raised her guns loaded with pure iron bullets and unloaded. The man burst into a smoky shadow. She wiped away the telltale moisture that filled her eyes and started back the way she came.
Dean grit his teeth and tried to keep his cool. He'd passed the bandana again. He was going in circles. From the street it hadn't looked like there were enough buildings to make this maze. The demon was doing his, Sam and Jack were probably just around the corner, looking for him.
'Why would they look for you?' A nearly inaudible whisper said. He forced it out, humming a song under his breath. He'd learned long ago that sometimes the simplest things can protect you.
Two gunshots cut through the eerie quiet. Dean pulled a flare from the knapsack he was carrying and set it off illuminating the alley. It was just what he'd thought, an illusion. He could see the glint of silver on Jack's guns down one of the alleys. He was standing in front of a building set a few hundred feet apart from the others. Just as Dean was about to call out to her a door opened behind him with a rusty shriek and he spun to look into Andy's blacked out eyes and twisted smile.
Sam heard the gunshots and ran towards them ignoring the whispers in the shadows. His worry for whoever was shooting over rode the fears the demon was exploiting.
"Sam! Dean!" Jack was calling out somewhere up ahead.
"Over here!" Sam called back hearing his voice echo. Her boot heels clicked on the broken pavement and flare light caught his attention. Sam saw Jack running towards him both guns drawn and Dean standing a ways back in front of a familiar building, squinting in the dark using the flare in his hands as a flashlight. Jack looked behind her and saw the same thing.
"Dean! That's the place." Sam called out recognizing the building from his vision. Then a door opened behind Dean and he was snatched inside by Andy.
"Dean!" Sam yelled running forward.
The two got to the door and tried to open it. It was stuck closed. They tried pulling together, kicking at the door and jamming their shoulders against it but nothing worked. Jack battered her fists against it till t hey bled and then yanked at it some more.
"Fuck! Its got Dean!" Sam yelled hitting his shoulder so hard against the steel door he felt something slip out of place. They heard a deep yell of pain and froze.
"Step back." Jack said puling Sam back from the door.
"If you shoot it the bullets will ricochet." Sam told her.
"Not going to shoot it. Stay a few feet from me Sam and whatever you do don't move ." Jack said running back several yards.
"You're going to blow it." Sam said eyes widening. "But Dean's in there."
Another cry of pain that they recognized as Dean's and Jack looked at him. Sam nodded and stood a few steps away from her, staying to her left. Jack's jaw set determinedly and she called her fire directing it at the door. Sam watched as Jack's pupils dilated and a flush started at her neck. The fire she called encompassed about half the door but the door wasn't budging. The demon was using its power to keep them out.
Jack called more power, more than she'd ever used. The flame battering the door grew till it was a cyclone of flames, they could barely see around. Sam held up his hand against the heat. He saw Jack's fists clench and her knees start to shake as she threw more and more at it, her pupils were blown leaving only a thing chase of brown there. Sam reached out just as her knees buckled and caught her before she hit the ground. One of her hands went up pushing with everything she had till the door and the demon's power gave way. The thick steel door burst inside and the fire dissipated almost immediately.
"Jack! Are you okay?" Sam asked. She looked up at him dazed and nodded. He noticed then that they were both soaked with sweat.
Jack pushed herself to her feet swaying slightly. They ran to the building and through the doorway. There Dean was on the floor with the boy straddling his chest holding his head. Dark smoke was filtering between them going form Andy to Dean. Dean was bucking wildly trying to knock the boy off of him to no avail.
It all happened so fast. Sam and Jack raised their weapons and Dean threw Andy off of them making t hem hesitate. Then Dean stood with his eyes closed and opened them.
"No." Sam got out before Dean laughed and threw a wave of power at them, knocking them back against the wall.
Dean raged inside. He fought for control, a mental struggle with the thing that had invaded him. He watched as it threw his little brother and Jackie Girl across the room with little effort. He watched as his hand picked up the gun he'd dropped and cock it back. He walked up to his brother who was groaning and clutching his shoulder and stopped in front of him.
"NO!" Dean screamed mentally as he put the gun to his brothers head.
TBC…………………………