Chapter Eight: Behind Blue Eyes
No
one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They
aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours,
only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No
one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I
have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never
free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and
lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I
laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your
finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep
me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To
be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
Ty chuckled as she got up from the bed and moved across the room towards Dean. His reaction, the way he was currently backing away, searching the room with his eyes for a weapon, but hesitating to go after one, was all terribly amusing. She didn't need to keep her eyes black, but the way it made him look at her with too wide eyes was priceless. Seriously, he was a hunter and he hadn't even known that he'd had a demon right under his nose, hell, in his bed, this whole time. It was enough to make her want to gloat.
"Get the hell out of her." Dean growled, recovering from his shock.
"Why should I?" she challenged, raising an eyebrow.
"Get out of her now or I swear to God I'll send your ass back to hell." Dean snapped, his eyes burning with fury.
Ty stopped her forward motion, blinking until her eyes returned to their normal shade of blue. She softened her demeanor, spreading her hands wide from her sides in a non-threatening pose, "Now, Dean. Let's talk about this."
"Talk, my ass. Get out of my girl now."
Ty smiled, a momentary lifting of her lips on one side, "I've been your girl for the past week or so."
"No." Dean denied vehemently, shaking his head, "No."
But it was really hard to deny their intimacy given that Dean was down to his jeans and Ty was missing her shirt.
"We're a lot alike, Dean." Ty continued as if he hadn't spoken, turning and pacing around the room as she spoke, "That's why I picked you."
"I'm nothing like you. You're a freaking demon!"
"Oh, and you're an angel, are you Dean?" Ty challenged, whirling to face him, "You're just this side of hell as it is."
Dean didn't like where this conversation was going. Sure, he wasn't perfect, but he certainly wasn't evil. Now on the defensive, Dean blurted out, "I don't kill people."
"No, you just kill everything else." Ty said, disdain coloring her voice. Shaking her head, she softened her expression again and reached her hands out to Dean, "Stop fighting it, Dean. I know you. I know you hate all this right and wrong tightrope-walking. Hell, if it wasn't for Sam, we both know you'd be completely lost. Well, Sam can't be your moral compass forever. He wants his own life, Dean. You going to deny him that because you need someone to help you sort things out?"
"Shut up." Dean barked, shaking his head, trying not to listen. It was no secret that Sam was his weakness. The demon was just exploiting that.
"I'm just offering you another way, Dean. See, I'm not exactly what you'd call a team player, either. Everyone on my side is so obsessed with Sam. They all think he's something so damn special." Ty shook her head and laughed, letting her hands fall back to her sides, "But I know you Winchesters. I know that Sam's not the one we should be focusing on. It's you, Dean."
Dean's eyes narrowed suspiciously, "You know us?"
Ty's eyes locked with Dean's, her face unreadable again, "You killed my dad."
"What?" Dean demanded as warning bells screamed in his head and he moved closer to his duffel bag..
"The yellow-eyed demon." Ty elaborated. She continued before Dean could interject again, "Don't worry. You actually did me a favor. Demon father's aren't exactly warm and fuzzy. And with him gone, I don't have to pretend to be a good little soldier anymore. Now I can actually do what I want. You know how that goes, right Dean?"
"Don't talk about my dad." Dean warned, freezing.
"Fine." Ty shrugged, "Let's keep talking about you. You don't like authority, neither do I. You don't talk about it, but you like hunting. You're not like Sam. You're not doing this because you have to, you're doing this because you're good at it, you enjoy it. I got no problem with that, Dean. The world needs people like us, people who can handle the stuff that goes on in the shadows. You know how duality works, Dean? If there was no such thing as evil, there'd be no such thing as good. You need one to set the other apart. Well, I don't think that's how things really are. I think it's all shades of gray. This good and evil bullshit is just a cop out, justification on both sides."
Ty stopped, looking at Dean and measuring his reaction. Seeing her looking, Dean finally asked, "Why are you telling me this?"
Ty flashed Dean a bright smile, "Because think of the fun we'd have together. You and me, like we've been this last week, but better. We can hunt some of the bastards from hell, if you want. Hunting without worrying about the consequences."
"You want to take down some of your own?" Dean asked, not bothering to hide his skepticism.
Ty shrugged, "There's not really any love lost between me and them. They'd take me out, too, if they could."
Dean stared at her, "I don't get it."
Ty's brow furrowed, confused, "Get what?"
"I don't get it. This is your plan? Try and talk me into switching sides?" Dean laughed gruffly, "Sister, you're out of your mind."
"It's not a plan, Dean. I'm serious." Ty insisted. She slowly moved closer to him again, pleased when Dean held his ground. Smiling at him, she reached out to trail a hand down his arm, "Let me prove it to you."
Dean flinched at her touch, but didn't move. Ty took that as a positive sign and continued, her hand moving to linger on his bare chest. With her foot, she kicked Dean's duffel bag further away. Dean's eyes followed it, but he made no move to go after it just yet. Instead, he turned his eyes back to Ty's face
"We've got a hunt, right? I can find the demon for you. I'm sorry I bailed before, but I knew that if you guys tried anything to ID it, you'd out me. But now that you know, I can use my powers to help you."
"And all I've got to do is sell you my soul, right?" Dean sneered.
Ty leaned into him and looked up into his face, still smiling, "Oh, Dean. You know your soul's hardly worth it. I don't want your soul. I want you."
Dean looked down into Ty's upturned face, only inches apart, "Well, I've got a problem with that. See, I don't do demon scum."
"Hate to keep reminding you, baby, but you've been doing me for about a week now." Ty said softly against his lips.
"Get out of her." Dean breathed back, his voice a deadly whisper.
Ty shook her head slowly, "I like it right where I am."
Dean took a step back, putting distance between them again, and reaching behind him to grasp the door handle.
"Have it your way." he said, pulling the door open, "Sam!"
Ty frowned, crossing her arms over her chest and backing towards the other side of the room, "Close that door or I take a dive out the window. We're three floors up. I'll survive the fall. You're Ty, maybe, maybe not."
Dean slowly closed the door. The two eyed each other across the room. They were at an impasse: Dean wouldn't accept a demon in Ty's body but was unprepared to do anything about it and the demon wasn't about to leave of its own free will.
Ty laughed and bent down, picking up her discarded shirt and pulling it back on, "Well, Dean, what now?"
Dean just shook his head.
"Tell me what the cops had." Ty said, not really demanding, but not asking either.
At a loss for what else to do and not seeing how it would matter if she knew, Dean described the scene, "A guy was killed, heart ripped out. We found a 'come and get me' note on the computer and a matchbook from this hotel."
"Heart ripped out?" Ty repeated, looking surprised, "Somebody's getting cocky."
Dean didn't like this, but it was the best lead he had at this point, so he grudgingly moved further away from the door, "Okay, I'll bite. What do you mean?"
Ty smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling her boots back on "Usually when we off someone, we make it a bit more ambiguous. Those first deaths Alex told us about could've been suicide. Even if you're going to straight up kill someone, you do it in a way that doesn't draw a whole lot of attention. Heart ripped out's pretty conspicuous."
Dean glanced back at the door as if looking for Sam, then over at Ty, frowning again. It was fairly obvious he was wavering about something and the demon in Ty pounced on that.
"Look, we both know we're a little stuck here. I'm not leaving and you can't get rid of me without hurting her. So, how about a trial run? If I can't win you over to my side of things by the end of this hunt, you can have her back; we'll both go our separate ways." she offered, watching his eyes carefully.
Dean didn't reply right away, but she could see it in his eyes that he would. It was obvious that he wasn't happy about the situation, but it was just as apparent that he couldn't think of another way. She smiled triumphantly even before he slowly nodded.
"Alright then." she said cheerfully, "You said the demon's staying in this hotel? Let's go find him."
Ty moved quickly past him for the door. Halfway out into the hall, she paused and glanced back at him, "Oh, and Dean? Don't even think about double-crossing me."
Dean scowled and Ty grinned, knowing that she'd read him correctly. He'd already been planning on trapping her in a Devil's Trap and performing an exorcism. She'd have to keep a close eye on him, but she was still confident that he'd come around.
Moving down the hall, Ty could tell that Sam and Alex weren't in their room without even needing to open the door. After being in the game for as long as she had, she could practically smell a hunter from a mile away. No, the junior Winchester and the Flynn prodigy must be somewhere else, undoubtedly already looking for the demon hiding in the hotel. She smiled to herself, hoping she ran into them before Dean. She knew Sam suspected, but it would still be so much fun to spook the hunters. It was funny, really. After everything her father had told her and her siblings about the Winchesters, she'd expected that infiltrating them would be a lot more difficult. Luckily this Ty girl had shown up to provide her with the perfect opportunity and had even left herself wide open to possession. She smirked as she thought about it because it was obvious that this wasn't the first time this girl had been possessed. She could feel traces of her father here. So, you would think that she'd have known better, but apparently not. And now she had the perfect route to get to Dean.
'Leave him alone.'
The demon in Ty rolled her eyes. This girl would not shut up. Seriously, at this point the hunters best bet was that Ty would annoy her out of her body.
'I won't let you hurt him.' Ty growled in her head as she stepped onto the elevator and the doors slid closed.
"Oh, yes. Because you've been doing such a bang-up job stopping me from doing whatever I want so far." the demon replied sarcastically, under her breath.
'It doesn't matter. One way or another, we'll stop you.' Ty vowed, but the demon was inside her and could see through her words to the fear and uncertainty underneath.
"Honey, if I was you, I'd just sit back and enjoy the ride. From what I've seen, this is an improvement on you, anyway." the demon taunted, "And sooner or later, Dean's going to think so, too."
With that, the demon blocked Ty out again, shoving her back into a dark corner of her own mind. As much fun as poking holes in the girl's stubborn resolve and preying on her ever-growing insecurities could be, she could not afford the distraction right now. Success was so close she could taste it and she would not have this little bitch of a wannabe-hunter screw things up for her.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid back to reveal the hotel lobby. Turning the corner, Ty spotted Sam and Alex sitting in the lounge area, subtly observing everyone who came and went. She quickly traversed the lobby to join them.
"Hey, guys." she greeted them cheerfully, "Dean just caught me up on everything. Sorry I wasn't there. How's it going?"
Sam glanced around quickly to make sure no one was close enough to eavesdrop on their conversation before demanding, "Where were you?"
"I...uh...got caught up in something else." Ty said, letting her eyes flash black for a second.
Their reaction was almost as good as Dean's. Both jumped up from their chairs, Alex quickly moving around behind his to put it between them. To their credit, they stifled any shouts, although their behavior was attracting a little attention anyway. Ty smiled past them at the concierge, who shook his head and went back to helping the guests standing before him.
"Now, boys, you're making a scene." she scolded.
Sam glanced around quickly, saw she was right and forced himself to take a more relaxed posture and lower his voice when he spoke, "Who are you?"
"Oh, we're practically old friends, Sam." Ty said easily, taking a seat, "You knew my father and my sister very well."
Sam's eyes narrowed and he had to take a deep breath in order to keep himself under control, "The yellow-eyed demon."
"Dear old dad." Ty agreed bitterly, "You made quite an impression, Sammy. Sis is still screaming about you."
"What do you want?" Sam growled, apparently not appreciating the reminder about Meg or her father.
"Don't worry, Sammy. I'm not here about you. In fact, I couldn't care less about you." Ty said, a bored look emphasizing her words.
"So, it's true." Alex said before Sam could continue interrogating her, glancing between them, "Demons do follow you around like the tail on a dog."
"You're one to talk, Alex." Ty sneered, "Poor little Alex Flynn, son of two murdered hunters whose dying wish was that their boy wouldn't follow in their footsteps. Way to honor your parents' wishes, Alex."
Expression faded from Alex's face and his eyes were cold as he glared at Ty, "What do you know about it?"
Ty smiled, "Enough."
Alex tensed and Sam put a steadying hand on his shoulder before he could do anything stupid. At the contact, Alex glanced over. Sam shook his head slowly, his eyes holding pity for the younger hunter at this revelation, but his voice firm and steady as he said, "Don't. Demons lie."
"Sometimes." Ty agreed, "But when the truth is this good, why lie?"
"Where's Dean?" Sam demanded.
Ty inclined her head and cast her gaze to the left where Dean was just now emerging from the stairwell. Glancing from Ty to Dean, Sam carefully moved to join his brother. Dean, meanwhile, had already spotted them and was heading towards them, as well.
"Just you and me, Alex." Ty said, crossing her legs and leaning back in her chair, "So, tell me. What's brought you back into this game? Think this might be the demon that offed mom and dad?"
Alex scowled, wary of responding. He glanced back at the Winchesters, looking for guidance, but they were still busy having a hurried, whispered conversation.
"Still not thinking for yourself. I'm disappointed, Alex."
Alex glanced back at the Winchesters one more time before moving around the chair to sit back down, balancing precariously on the edge, ready to spring up again at a moment's notice. He leaned forward before demanding in a hushed tone, "Was it you?"
Ty smiled, "Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll tell you."
"You'll tell me." Alex agreed, hands clenching into fists, "I don't care what it takes."
"Oh, really?" Ty asked, intrigued, "'Cause if you're planning on hurting this body I'm in, you're going to have to deal with them."
Alex was about to reply, but Sam noticed them talking and interrupted, "Alex! Come here."
Glaring at Ty, Alex slowly stood and backed away, moving over to join the Winchesters. Ty just smiled after him, apparently unconcerned. She glanced idly around the lobby, recrossing her legs and swinging the top one back and forth. It was obvious that the boys were discussing what to do about her, probably trying to devise some sort of plan to outwit her and then yank her out of Ty's body. She might be more concerned if she hadn't already figured out who the other demon on the scene was. Finally, deciding that the boys had had enough time to talk about her, she stood and strode over to join them.
"Talking about me?" she asked with feigned sweetness, "That's not very polite, you know."
"The phrase 'screw you' comes to mind." Dean snapped in response.
"Anytime, Dean, baby." Ty replied, moving between them to single him out.
"Stay away from my brother and Alex." Dean continued angrily, ignoring her comment, "You said this was about me, so you deal with me."
"Still jealous." Ty grinned, shaking her head, "Alright, then. If that's what you want, I'm all yours. Anything for you, Dean."
The fact that the demon was getting off on his anger was pissing Dean off even more. If the damn thing hadn't been in Ty's body, he knew he would have taken physical action by now. As it was, it was all he could do to keep himself barely under control.
Shoving her back into a corner of the lobby out of the direct line of sight of the concierge, Dean loomed over her, using his superior height to his advantage. Not that she seemed to care.
"Stop stalling. You said you could find this demon for me, so do it."
"I like it when you get pushy." she replied, eyeing him up and down with a hungry glint in her eyes, "I don't know, Dean. What if I don't tell you? You gonna smack me around a little?"
Dean caught himself before he fell for her ploy, forcing himself to take a step back. Quickly turning away from her, he closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, forcing oxygen into his lungs.
"You know she thinks you're going to leave her." the demon whispered, one hand snaking over Dean's shoulder, "She figures you'll lose interest in her, if you haven't already. It just kills her that I got you hot."
Dean couldn't take it. He whirled around, one hand snapping out and grasping her around the throat, just under the chin, forcing her back into the wall again, forcing her head up so that he all he had to do was tip the flask he had pressed against her cheek and holy water would drip into her mouth. She gasped when it happened, surprised at the force he'd used against her. A drop slipped free from the flask and splashed on her tongue, sizzling and causing her to inhale sharply in pain.
"Dean!" she choked out past the iron grip he had on her throat, "Can't! Not here! Too many...people."
Looking into his eyes, she wondered for a moment if he even cared. Wondered if maybe she had pushed him too far, far enough that he was more concerned with punishing her than exposure. Then he released his grip and stepped back again as she coughed and rubbed at her bruised skin. Maybe she had misjudged how far she could push him. And yet, her eyes still shone with delight over the incident. The scales were most definitely tipped in her favor when it came to the bigger picture.
"Who is it?" Dean demanded again, but this time without the scalding fury that had overcome him moments before.
"Man with the briefcase who just left." Ty said, straightening, "He was wearing a blue tie."
"And you let him get away." Dean accused, anger flaring once again.
Ty shrugged, "You seemed busy with your little Winchester pow-wow. Besides, I can find him again."
"Good." Dean said, grabbing her arm and dragging her back towards Sam and Alex, "You two hit the police station, we're going after her cousin."
"But Dean, we were the ones the cop talked to before and Alex has already..." Sam began to protest, moving quickly to keep up with Dean as he propelled Ty towards the door.
"I don't care. Just do it." Dean growled, "Alex can wait in the car."
Frowning at Dean's tone, Sam gave up both trying to keep up with him and reasoning with him. Now back in the parking lot, Sam watched as Dean shoved Ty into the Impala, then stalked around the car to get in himself. Alex came up next to him at that point and they both watched as Dean peeled out of the parking lot.
"Well, that went well." Alex commented.
