Disclaimer: No I only Jack, I'm just obsessed with the rest of them. Now that that's done, on with the show.
AN1: Dean's speech in this chapter will be in Italics. Memories will still be in Bold.
He walked languidly, stretching out in his new form, falling easily into Dean's natural swagger. The man's car was parked in the shadows of the parking garage, half hidden despite its size.
"I'm gonna kick your ass for driving my baby." Dean's voice growled.
He opened the trunk and tripped the secret compartment, whistling low at the arsenal there. Guns, knives, tasors, and were those fucking grenades? Yup, that they were. He smirked at his reflection in a knife's edge and pocketed the blade and a few others too. Guns were quick and loud, knives drew everything out, allowed for more time.
Dean was pacing again. He couldn't fucking believe he was pacing in his own head. The demon was ransacking their impressive knife collection, fingering the blades that Sammy favored and putting them in the passenger seat until he was satisfied with his haul. Then he closed the trunk with one last look at the cache.
"You guys made this just too easy." The demon taunted him out loud.
"Almost kicked your ass, that's why you took the kid." Dean retorted. The demon growled internally and sent a ripple of power directed at Dean, filling him with pain. He staggered and fell to the mental floor. This was starting to confuse the shit out of him. He felt the demon chuckle and then Dean was filled with another of his memories, this one more recent.
"This should keep you busy. A reminder of how fucking useless you are." He told Dean.
It was three weeks ago and they were on their way to Minnesota for a hunt when they stopped for the night at a roadside motel. Sam was clutching his skull, whimpering in pain while Dean watched unable to do anything. Painkillers took the edge off but that was it. All they could ever do is wait, wait for the pain to subside. This was a big one.
Dean had every weapon he could think of to protect and kill and nothing to help with this.
"Its okay, man. Its okay." Dean soothed in the dark. Sam's quiet gasps for air were the only sound now as he tried to pull himself back together. Two minutes from the time Sam shot up in bed from a nightmare and to when he was okay to move again.
"You okay?" Dean asked.
"I'm fine." Sam lies and sways a little on his way to the bathroom to take a shower. Neither is going to sleep again any time soon.
"Can't even handle a bad dream." The demon said scornfully. Dean didn't say anything just watched as the demon got behind the wheel of his car and started to drive.
"Maybe if your friends see the car they'll come running, save me the trouble of getting them out of that shit hole you were staying in." Dean felt an instinctive flood of defiance and protectiveness and the car swerved. The demon looked at his reflection in the rearview mirror and snarled at Dean.
That's how it went. Dean would weaken for a bit, have no control. Then t he demon would make some threat towards Sam or Jack, or once John and Dean would fight back with all he had, to gain some semblance of that control back. It couldn't hurt them without a fight. Dean wasn't sure what would happen when the demon picked some random person to pick off though.
The car was slowing then, in a part of the city still crowded with people at that time of night. Sometimes it was hard for Dean to remember what day of the week it was since they didn't keep a regular work week, but he was pretty sure the newspaper he'd picked up the day before said something about it being Wednesday.
It walked into the first crowded bar he found and scanned the people milling around with a smile on his face. A pretty bartender winked at him and he looked straight through her, sniffing out the dark secrets there. Everyone had them. If he couldn't touch the brother or the girl yet he would have to look elsewhere for fun.
"Hey beautiful." He said leaning his elbows on the bar.
"Hey. What's your name?" She asked leaning towards him to show her impressive cleavage. She cocked her head to the side letting her long blonde hair brush over his arm.
"Dean." He answered. "Dean Winchester."
"You know I get off in a little while." She said after a few shared shots and flirting.
Soon they were outside, he was leaving wet kisses along her throat and backing her down the alley between one building and the next. His eyes went black and he pinned her arms over her head with one arm.
"What are you doing?" She asked with a nervous giggle.
He had his hand over her mouth to stifle her scream as he pulled out the six inch blade he'd picked out from the trunk. Her eyes widened in terror and he felt the blood rush through the borrowed body. He felt Dean angrily rattling around inside trying to get his attention to turn inward. It wasn't working t his time though. The blade slid through her like butter.
Dean slammed his fists into the walls and screamed till his voice gave out, if it could where he was. He felt his own hand push the knife into her stomach and twist the blade to make the pain all the more excruciating. He kicked and howled and threw the chair against a door that wasn't really there. The woman looked up at him as she slid down the filthy alley wall. Her eyes were filled with pain and the silent question of why lingered unspoken on her lips.
He fell backwards onto the ground and put his head in his hands. Salt tears fell from his eyes unbidden. He cursed Sam for not letting him kill himself when he had the chance, maybe then this nameless woman would still be alive. Dean looked up again and saw his hands dig through the woman's pockets till they closed around a wallet.
The demon flipped it open and there was a single picture of a baby, about six months old smiling and holding onto a stuffed lion. Dean thought again of Sammy, at that age and climbing into his crib after mom died to make sure he was safe. Who would climb into this baby's crib? Was there anyone? Or would he end up in the system, alone in the world?
Dean thought of the picture of Jack with her mom and dad as an infant. It was all too much for him. He couldn't get a grip on what he'd just done.
"You should have just let me have at Sammy and Jackie Girl. One of them might have had a chance to fight back. She certainly didn't." His own voice, marred by the demon, told him taking out his old bandana and rubbing down the wallet for prints before tossing it unceremoniously back down on her body.
"Why?" Dean choked out.
"I don't like losing bodies to the police." It answered.
Dean closed his eyes. It wasn't the first time the demon had shown a vast knowledge of human things, like police, like cars. Dean wondered how long it'd been doing this. Dean couldn't stop shaking. Now if he got out of this he'd see that woman's face every time he closed his eyes.
'It wasn't you' He told himself the same thing he would have told Erica if he'd had the chance.
'It wasn't you, it was the demon. It wasn't you.' He summoned up the image of his brother, who was always good at comforting people telling the woman that very thing after Dean went missing. He hope they went back to check on her. Dean went through every thought, wish, list of things to do, weapons to clean sparring drills. Anything to keep the thoughts from closing in on him.
"No. Hell no." Sam said sternly.
"You got a better plan?" Jack asked hands on her hips. They were standing in his motel room after Sam nearly swerved off the road when Jack told him her idea.
"John said set a trap, this is a trap." Jack said.
"Its too dangerous. You know Dean wouldn't let you do it either." Sam said.
"No, I know Dean would tell me, albeit in much stronger language, the same thing you're saying. And then I'd tell him to go to hell and I'd do it anyway." Jack said smirking. Sam looked at her considering her idea. It was dangerous, but it would give them the chance they needed to exorcise the demon without worrying about it body hopping again.
"If we do this, we do it right." Sam said.
"You bet your ass we do." Jack said knowing she'd won. Although the term 'won' didn't really apply.
"He's got Dean's skills, so we have to be careful." Sam said thinking about when he got his ass handed to him by the shapeshifter that turned into Dean before. Jack nodded. She still had the bruises from her last sparring match with Dean (she still maintained that it was a tie).
"We should get that fixed up first." Sam added looking at her bandaged arm. They only had time before to wrap it on the way to see Erica.
"So we're going to double team Deano huh?" Jack said as Sam cleaned and stitched her arm up.
"We have to find him first." Sam said.
"Bar crawl?" Jack asked.
"That's the plan. If that doesn't work we'll just have to wait for him to try and kill us slowly and painfully." Sam responded.
"Its so wrong that that's our best case scenario." Jack said. Falling into being glib was a good way to cover being angry, anxious and eager for a fight.
TBC………
AN2: Went back and fixed a mistake in Chapter 7, it was the Key of Solomon they used to trap MEG, not the Devil's Trap. And I realized that after I drum roll please…. Had a Supernatural Marathon because I got my DVD'S TODAY! Woohoo. I think its time for a happy dance.