It was a over in a flash. A dark shadow moved and the body fell.
Tess lifeless body on the ground, blood on the walls, her empty eyes staring accusingly at him.
It's you're fault.
He was locked in his own body, left only to watch his now unconscious daughter vanish in the hands of another woman. His first door neighbor. A nice old lady that always brought her home baked cookies to them.
He wanted to fight the cuffs but he forced the impulse - so strong he could almost taste it - away. It would only be a waist of time. And energy he would need later. If he lived long enough for a later.
The demon turned to him. A perverse grin on Samantha's face.
"Now that's that taken care off-" there was a click and his hands were free.
The dark eyes made his breakfast rise up into his thought. Did she really thing he was about to let her...
He was immobile. He couldn't stop her.
So Dean did the only thing he could. Waited.
Familiar but still strange hands moved over his body.
He waited. An opportunity.
And it came. A second long opening. A second that was just long enough for him to react.
The creature that carried his wife's skin was lost in the moment of gloating and her power over him shuddered and for a moment vanished.
It was the moment he so desperately needed.
He grabbed for the kitchen knife on end of the counter. .
The Samantha figure was clawing on his back trying to stop him, finally out of it's victory thoughts. Years of training came back in a flash of adrenaline. Pure, uncontrolled adrenaline.
FLASHBACK
His father stared at the bruised face.
"Fight dirty if you have to but survive" a drop of blood escaped from Dean's lip, the bruise on his eye becoming purple" All that matters is that you stay alive"
End
Before he could even understand or comprehend what was happening he spun around, the knife in his hand and then the world stopped. Time froze.
Black evaporated and brown came back.
There were tears of pain her eyes. One escaped from each eye, falling down her face and unto Den's hand with the knife.
Death is you're gift Dean Winchester.
His voice quivered.
"No"
You destroy everything you touch.
Her eyes dulled over and she sank to floor. Or at least that's how it looked to Dean. Everything was is slow motion. He dropped down next to her, a instinctive hiss escaping him when his keen connected with the hard surface.
"No. No! NO!"
You're father. You're mother. You're brother.
Mantha.
Samantha.
Before he could move even a inch off ground - the house shook - and fire blazed in front of him taking in a shape. He knew the form before it even started shaping. The demon that killed his mom and Jess was staring at him. The demon that shaped his life's path. The creature that made Sam hate him and John see him as anything but a son.
The demon that made him the man he is today; a man hunted by nightmares of death and destruction. A man who's old body is full of scars. Both emotional and physical.
"Came for round four?"
The shadow moved closer to him. A whisper traveling in the air to the ex-hunter. He couldn't understand it. He didn't want to understand it. He didn't even try. He opened his mouth, anger seeping him. Ready to finish this once and for all.
Right then and there.
What ever more could be said wasn't, because the kitchen exploded...along with the rest of the house The street shuddered and the windows crashed under the strength, fire erupted out the house. Just before it started to crumble down, dust and smoke raising to the half dark sky.
You can run but I will always find you.
Always.