Jamie dropped her bag down on the bed of her motel room and sighed. She reaches up and pulls her hair loose. It's not strawberry blonde anymore; it's been colored brown, and the dark color makes her skin look paler. She took off her leather jacket, throwing it down beside her bag. "Damnit, forgot the booze." She muttered to herself as she dug out her laptop and a folder from her backpack. She opened the laptop and as it was switching on she pulled some papers out of the folder and grabbed a lighter from the bottom of her bag. "Goodbye Kansas City ghost, the pleasure was all mine." She smirked as she lit the papers on the fire and then dropped them in the ashtray on the table. Turning back to her computer she signed into her email address and waited for it to come up. At the same time she picked up her phone and went through the voicemail.
"You have eight new voicemail messages." Her phone gawked at her. Jamie rolled her eyes. The first voicemail was from a young guy claiming his bedroom was haunted, which she promptly deleted. The second was a hang up. The third and fourth concerned kidnappings that the parents swore were cult related. Jamie wrote down names and information, not that she'd really look into it. It wasn't triggering any sort of reaction from her ability, which generally met it was human and not supernatural. The fifth wasn't actually a voicemail, just someone who stayed on the line too long, same with the sixth. The seventh was from Andrew and Jamie immediately skipped over the eighth and the hit the redial button.
"Hello?" Asked the tired voice on the other end.
"Andrew?"
"Hey! Jace, hey. I heard you just banished like three ghosts in Kansas City."
Jamie chuckled. "Word travels fast."
"I have connections. Listen, I've got word of a djinn up in Wyoming, my boys and I are heading out there to check it out. Wanna come? We can swing by and grab ya."
Jamie was quiet for a minute. "Oh what the hell, you're gonna need me anyway." She finally said. Andrew laughed on the other end. "Yeah, come and get me. Damn pick-up is about to die anyway." She told him the name of her motel. He told her they were about 2 hours away and she assured him it was plenty of time for her to get ready. She hung up and her phone beeped, signaling the unanswered eighth message. Jamie switched it to speaker as she put her phone down and walked into the bathroom. She switched on the light just as the recording told her the message was 2 hours old. Walking over to the sink she grabbed the brush she had left there the previous night.
"Jamie, it's Dean…" The message began. She pulled the brush through her hair. "I've been trying to call you for the last couple of days." Dean sounded really shook up. She frowned as she continued to pull on the brush. "I guess you're working a gig. I um…Dad's back, and we lit up after a nest of vampires…" Jamie cursed to herself, putting the brush away. Vampires were one of her specialties. She was a little disappointed she had missed that. "Anyway, we're tracking the demon, we think he's close. But then…something has Dad." She had been about to tie her hair up again and stopped. Her hair fell loose down to her shoulders. "Sam and I are on our way over to Bobby's, if you get this please, please meet us there." The message ended and Jamie found herself staring at her reflection in the mirror. After a minute she picked up her phone and dialed Dean's number.
"Hello?"A voice said after a minute.
"Sammy?" She asked, recognizing the voice was not her older brother's but her twin's. "It's Jamie, where are you guys?"
"Uh...good question." She heard the phone fumbled with and Sam ask Dean how far they were from Bobby's. "We're still a couple hours out."
"Okay. Um, I'm just outside of Nebraska, it's gonna take me a little bit to get up to Bobby's."
"You're just outside Nebraska?" Sam asked surprised.
"Yeah, why?"
"She was only a couple hours away?" She hears Dean yell, he sounds almost hysterical from anger. She sighs.
"Let me talk to him." She says to Sammy. He holds the phone up so Dean can here. "I was a working a case, Dean." She says firmly into the phone. "There were three poltergeist in a warehouse in Kansas City, killed five people, I had to banish them. I didn't know. You could have let me know sooner what you were up too. Vampires are my freakin speciality."
"I wanted to call you sooner. I wanted to call you weeks ago."
"Weeks? We haven't talked since Christmas."
"Well don't blame this all on me. What about those visions you get?"
"You think I can control when I have those? Can Sammy? Didn't think so."
"I thought you two had this weird twin connection. You could hear each other."
"I haven't been able to hear Sam in months!" At that point she could hear Sam telling Dean to lay off and he put the phone back to his ear. "Look, Sam, tell Dean I'll be up there in the morning. And we're gonna get Dad back, I promise." They said goodbye to each other and hung up. Jamie pauses for a second and then looks back in the mirror. Her blue eyes are full of tears. There's a pair of scissors on the sink. She snatches them up and within minutes she's chopped her hair off to her chin.
The drive to Bobby's is long. Ace of Spades by Moterhead plays most of the way, until she gets sick of it and then Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival starts playing and she finds herself singing the words at the top of her lungs. It's a Sam song, she decides, but the lyrics are ones Dean could appreciate. "I hear the voice of rage and ruin." She stops singing; her hand instantly goes to her temple. The headaches have been bad for months, and they're always worse the moment something evil approaches. She can't figure out why. The visions don't give her headaches, not that she has them very much anymore, but the pain from the presence of evil does. They Every Rose has its Thorns by Poison starts to play, and Jamie jacks the volume up as loud as it will go. The headache goes away. The music makes the drive go by faster, before she realizes it she's pulling into Bobby's. There are junk cars around and hubcaps nailed to the side of the house. A large dog is chained to a post and is lying on the hood of an old tow truck.
She parks the pick-up and gets out. Her leather jacket is hung over the seat and she pulls it out, tucking her handgun into her jeans before putting it on. "Hey Bobby." Bobby is on the porch waiting for her. "My brothers here yet?" She asks as she walks up the steps. Bobby nods, holding the door open for her.
"They just got here." Inside, there are books stacked everywhere. It's very untidy and cluttered with papers on every wall. Jamie walks through to where Dean and Sam are. She hurries over to them and Dean pulls her into his arms. He mutters something of an apology for the phone conversation. She hugs him for a long moment before pulling away and hugging Sam. Bobby picks up two round silver flasks with crosses on them and hands one to Dean. Sam sits down at a cluttered desk starts reading a very large book. "Here you go." Bobby says to Dean.
"What is this, holy water?" Dean asks.
"That one is." Bobby tells him pointing to the one he's holding. He holds out the other flask. "This is whiskey." He takes a swig of whiskey and hands it to Dean, who also drinks. Jamie takes it out of his hands, sips it and then sets it down. She moves some of the papers around on the desk where Sam is and sits down beside him.
Dean turns to Bobby. "Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come."
Bobby shrugs it off. "Nonsense, your Daddy needs help."
"Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything."
Jamie had picked up the flask and was in the middle of taking another drink. However at Dean's comment she spits most of the whiskey out in surprise and laughs. Dean glances behind him and smirks at her.
Bobby snickers. "Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people."
"Yeah, I guess he does."
"None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back."
Sam looks up from the book. "Bobby, this book... I've never seen anything like it." Jamie looks over Sam and then down to the book.
Bobby comes over to Sam and sits on the corner of the desk opposite from Jamie. "Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, alright."
Sam points to one entry on the page. "And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?"
"Hell, yeah." Bobby answers. "You get a demon in - they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel." Sam and Jamie look at each other and chuckle.
Dean goes over to them. "Man knows his stuff." He says of Bobby, grinning.
"I'll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you boys stepped in." Bobby tells them. Jamie gets off the table so she faces Bobby.
"Oh, yeah? How's that?" Sam asks, looking up from the book.
Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops." Bobby tells them. Jamie's face drains of color.
"Yeah?" Dean questions.
" This year I hear of 27 so far." Bobby continues. "You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us." He pauses. "A lot more."
Sam, Dean, and Jamie look at each other. "Do you know why?" Sam asks.
"No, but I know it's something big." Jamie starts rubbing her temple, headache is coming on. She glances over the window and takes a step towards it. "The storm's coming, and you boys, Jamie, your Daddy ..you are smack in the middle of it."
Dean notices Jamie has left. He glances over towards the window. "Jamie, you okay?"
"Yeah…I just…" She rubs her temple again. "I have a headache."
The dog starts barking outside. "Rumsfeld." Bobby goes to join Jamie over to the window the dog stops barking with a whine.
"Bobby, what is that?" Jamie demands, looking at him. He looks out the window and sees the chain hanging broken and the dog nowhere in sight. Both of Jamie's hands go to her temples. She gasps.
"Jamie." Dean starts to move toward her.
"Something's wrong." Bobby says.
"No something's here." Jamie says, looking at Dean. At that moment Meg kicks in the door and saunters in. Dean slips the holy water flask out of his pocket.
"No more crap, okay?" Meg says. Dean comes at her, unscrewing the flask, but Meg hits him and sends him flying into a stack of books. He appears to be knocked out.
"Dean!" Jamie yells. Sam steps in front of Bobby and Jamie, placing himself between them and Meg.
"I want the Colt, Sam…the real Colt…right now." Meg tells them. Sam and Bobby are slowly moving across the room and Meg follows them. Jamie slips out from beside Sam and moves in the opposite direction towards Dean.
"We don't have it on us." Sam tells Meg. "We buried it."
Meg growls, frustrated. "Didn't I say "no more crap"? I swear after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two…three chuckleheads. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?"
Dean and Jamie step into view before her. "Actually, we were counting on it." Dean tells her. Jamie smirks. Meg turns to look at him. Dean and Jamie stare at her and then look up at the ceiling. Meg also looks up and sees a large protective symbol etched there.
"Gotcha." Jamie says with a grin. They tie Meg to a chair in the middle of the floor and sit down. Meg snarls. "You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask."
Bobby comes back in with a very large canister of salt. "I salted the door and windows. If there are any demons out there they ain't getting in."
Dean nods and stands up, moving around Bobby, Jamie, and Sam to stand in front of Meg. "Where's our father, Meg?" he asks her.
"You didn't ask very nice." Meg remarks, mocking him.
"Where's our father, bitch?" Dean says again, this time with more force. Jamie looks away. Sam looks down.
"Jeez. You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait, I forgot, you don't." The comment hits Dean below the belt. He lunges at her, putting his hands on the chair arms.
"You think this is a frigging game? Where is he? What did you do to him?" He demands.
Meg smirks, proud of herself that she hit a nerve. "He died screaming. I killed him myself." Dean just looks at her with hate, then hits her across the face. "That's kind of a turn on…you hitting a girl."
It's Sam's turn to look pissed. Dean gets in her face. "You're no girl."
Bobby has seen enough. He stands up and moves into the next room. "Dean." He calls.
Dean follows and Sam moves up to him. "You okay?" Jamie takes another look at Meg and then joins her brothers. She crosses her arms and leans against the wall.
"She's lying. He's not dead." Dean tells them.
Bobby shakes his head. "Dean, you got to be careful with her. Don't hurt her."
"Why?"
"Because she really is a girl, that's why." Jamie finally speaks up. She glances toward Meg's direction again and then looks at her brothers.
Sam looks confused. "What are you talking about?"
"She's possessed." Jamie says.
"That's a human possessed by a demon. Can't you tell?" Bobby asks. Jamie looks away.
Dean shakes his head. "Are you trying to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Jamie looks back at him, and their eyes meet. Bobby just nods. Dean looks at Meg, who is staring back at him. "That's actually good news."
"So what do we do?" Sam asks.
"We exorcize it." Jamie says. Dean nods. Jamie walks over and grabs her bag. Sam starts looking through a book for an exorcism ritual. Jamie pulls out a rosary and her journal and flips it open. She walks back over and shows it to Sam. Sam looks at Dean and Dean looks at both him and Jamie. They move over to Meg.
"Are you gonna read me a story?" Meg asks sweetly.
"Something like that. Hit it, guys." Dean tells them. Sam puts his arms around Jamie's shoulders; he claps his hands together over her heart and leans in so he can read from the book.
"Regna terrae, cantate deo, psallite domino..."The twins continue to read in Latin.
Meg looks shocked and turns back to Dean. "An exorcism? Are you serious?"
Dean smiles. "Oh we're going for it, baby. Gead spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards."
"Tribuite virtutem deo." Sam and Jamie read. Meg flinches in pain. Jamie and Sam stop reading. Jamie looks at Dean. Meg looks over her shoulder at Sam.
"I'm gonna to kill you." Meg yells at the twins and then she looks at Dean. "I'm gonna rip the bones from your body."
Dean isn't phased. "No, you're gonna burn in hell. Unless you tell us where our Dad is." Meg just smiles at him. Dean smirks. "Well, at least you'll get a nice tan." He glances up at Sam and Jamie.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incuriso infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, onmis congregatio et secta diabolica..." Meg has been shaking and obviously in pain while Sam and Jamie read the exorcism ritual. She finally gasps in pain and Sam and Jamie stop.
"He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons, his daughter, one last time. That's when I slit his throat." Meg says between clenched teeth.
Sam and Jamie start reading again. "Ergo…" Dean leans down to Meg.
"For your sake, I hope you're lying. Cause if it's true, I swear to God, I will march into hell myself and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God!" Dean spits into her face.
"Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae." A wind starts to blow through the room. Sam grips Jamie tighter. "Hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei. Contremisce et effuge. Invocato a nobis sancto et terribile nomine. Quem inferi tremunt..." Meg starts to show signs of being in pain again.
"Where is he?" Dean demands.
"You just won't take "dead" for an answer, will you?"
"Where is he?"
"Dead!"
Dean starts yelling. "No, he's not! He's not dead! He can't be!" Dean is obviously getting very upset and angry. Jamie and Sam stop reading and look at him with concern. "What are you looking at? Keep reading." Dean orders his younger siblings.
Sam and Jamie sigh. Sam adjusts his grip and leans back in over his sister's shoulder. "Ab insidis diaboli, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias, libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos." The chair Meg is in starts to slide around the circle. "Ut inimicos sanctae ecclesiae humiliare digneris, to rogamus audi..."
"He will be!" Meg finally confesses.
"Wait!" Jamie and Sam cease reading on Dean's command. "What?"
"He's not dead." Meg tells Dean. "But he will be after what we do to him."
Dean is slightly skeptical. "How do we know you're telling the truth?"
"You don't."
"Sam! Jamie!"
"A building! Okay? A building in Jefferson City." Meg tries to look away.
"Missouri? Where, where? An address!" Dean presses her.
"I don't know."
"And the demon…" Jamie asks.
" The one we're looking for, where is it?" Sam finishes.
"I don't know! I swear! That's everything. That's all I know." She looks at Dean with all honesty.
Dean's face is stoned. "Finish it." He orders, glancing at his brother and sister.
Meg looks up frightened. "What? I told you the truth!"
"I don't care." Dean tells her, just as honestly.
"You son of a bitch, you promised.
"I lied!" Dean declares. "Jamie? Sam?" Jamie and Sam look at each other. Jamie opens her mouth, but Sam doesn't. When they don't say anything Dean looks at them. "Jamie! Sam! Read." He walks by them.
"Maybe we can still use her. Find out where the demon is." Sam says quietly.
"She doesn't know." Jamie says, looking up at Dean.
"She lied." Sam says.
Dean will have none of it. "Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there. We've got to help her."
Bobby comes up to them. "You're gonna kill her."
"What?" Dean asks.
"You said she fell from a building. That girl's body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it…that girl is going to die." Bobby explains.
"Listen to me, both of you, we are not gonna leave her like that." Dean declares.
Bobby looks shocked at Dean. "She is a human being."
"No. I agree with Dean. We need to pull it out of her." Jamie reasons. "Let her be at peace."
"Yeah, we're gonna put her out of her misery. Jamie, Sam, finish it." Dean says.
Jamie looks up at Sam, who looks at her and then looks at their brother and Bobby, not sure what's the right thing to do. He looks over at Meg.
"Sam, I can't finish it without you, come on." Jamie tells him. Sam takes a breath and he and Jamie start to read again. "Dominicos sanctae ecclesiae, terogamus audi nos, terribilis deus do sanctuario suo deus israhel. Ipse tribuite virtutem et fortitudinem plebi suae, benedictus deus, gloria patri…"
Meg throws her head back and screams. The demon leaves through her mouth in a black cloud and spreads out in the protective circle in the ceiling before disappearing. Meg leans forward and blood starts to drip from her mouth. The boys, Bobby, and Jamie stand there looking at her, not really sure it's over. Meg slowly lifts her head.
"She's still alive." Dean finally says. He turns to Bobby. "Call 911. Get some water and blankets." Bobby rushes off.
Jamie bends down in front of Meg. "Gloria patri et filio et spiritui sancto. Sicut erat in principio et nunc et semper et in saecula saeculorum." She looks up at Dean and Sam and nods to them. They untie Meg.
"Thank you." Meg whispers.
"Shh, shh. Just take it easy, alright?" Sam tells her.
"Come on. Let's get her down." Dean says.
"Careful, careful." Jamie warns them, moving out of the way. They lift Meg from the chair. There is the sound of bones crunching and Meg screams in pain. They lower her to the floor. Jamie takes off her jacket and slides it under her head.
"Sorry, sorry. I got you. I got you. It's okay. It's okay." Sam says, trying to keep her calm.
"A year." Meg says to him in a strained voice.
"What?" Sam asks.
"It's been a year."
"Shh, just take it easy."
"I've been awake for some of it. I couldn't move my own body. The things I did…it's a nightmare."
Dean looks at her. "Was it telling us the truth about our Dad?"
"Dean." Jamie warns. "Not now."
Dean shakes her off. "We need to know."
"Yes." Meg says, gasping a little. "But it wants... you to know... that... they want you to come for him."
"If Dad's still alive, none of that matters." Dean tells her, but moreso for the benefit of his siblings. Jamie and Sam share a look. Bobby comes in with a blanket and a glass of water. He hands the glass to Dean while Jamie and Sam cover her. Dean holds her head up so she can drink.
"Where is the demon we're looking for?" Sam finally asks.
"Not there. Other ones. Awful ones." Meg answers.
"Where are they keeping our Dad?" Jamie asks.
"By the river." Meg tells her. "Sunrise."
"Sunrise". Dean repeats. "What does that mean?" He looks down at Meg, but Meg is no longer breathing. She dies. "What does that mean?" Dean asks in frustration.
"You better hurry up and beat it. Before the paramedics get here." Bobby tells them as he goes over to them. The siblings look at each other and then get up and head out of the room.
Dean turns to Bobby. "What are you gonna tell them?"
"You think you guys invented lying to the cops? I'll figure something out." He picks up Jamie's bag and holds it out to her. She takes it with a smile. He then hands the Key of Solomon book to Sam. "Here take this. You might need it."
"Thanks." Sam and Jamie say at the same time. They head for the door.
Dean stays behind for a minute, looking at Bobby. "Thanks... for everything. Be careful, alright?"
Bobby nods. "You just go find your Dad. And when you do, you bring him around, would you? I won't even try to shoot him this time."
Sam and Jamie are waiting for Dean at the door. They smile before heading out. Dean stops and smiles at Bobby before following them outside.
Jamie goes to her truck and pulls out a few things, before going back over to the Impala where Dean and Sam are waiting. She opens the backseat and tosses them in. "I don't have much for fighting demons. I have exorcisms and holy water and a couple rosaries."
"Yeah, we aren't much better off." Sam admits.
"We'll do the best we can with what we got." Dean says. The siblings nod and then get in the car.
When they get to Jefferson City Dean parks the Impala by some train tracks near the river. Jamie gets out and goes through her journal, propping herself up against the car. Sam is looking through the Key of Solomon book on the roof of the car, spinning a marker in his hand. Dean is at the back of the car, loading up guns and putting them into his duffle bag. Dean is very solemn and Sam looks over at him, concerned.
"You've been quiet." He says. Jamie looks up from her journal, looking from one brother to the other.
"Just getting ready." Dean tells him.
"He's gonna be fine, Dean." Sam says. "Right Jamie?"
"Right." She agrees.
Dean doesn't answer and Sam flips to another page of the book. He sees a symbol and picks up the book to walk to the open trunk lid. He rubs off the dirt and starts to draw on the lid. Dean sees this and gets agitated. "Dude, what are you drawing on my car!" He demands.
Jamie puts her journal down and studies the symbol. "Sam, this is a demon trap isn't it?"
"Yeah, it's called a Devil's trap. Demons can't get through it or inside it."
Dean looks skeptical, still pissed Sam is drawing on his baby. "So?"
Sam moves around to the other end of the trunk. "It basically turns the trunk into a lockbox."
"So?" Dean asks again.
"So, we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get Dad."
"What are you talking about? We're bringing the Colt with us."
"Wait, what?" Jamie turns to Dean, caught off guard.
Sam shakes his head. "We can't, Dean. We've only got three bullets left. We can't just use them on any demon, we've got to use them on the demon."
"No, we have to save Dad, Sam, okay? We're gonna need all the help we can get." Dean tells him.
"I thought that was what I was here for." Jamie tries to smirk, tries to lighten the mood. Fifteen years and she's still the one stuck in the middle of their fights.
"Dean, you know how pissed Dad would be if we used all the bullets? Dean, he wouldn't want us to bring the gun." Sam tries to convince him. Dean will have none of it.
"I don't care, Sam. I don't care what Dad wants, okay? And since when do you care what Dad wants?"
"We want to kill this demon. You used to want that, too. Hell, I mean, you're the one who came and got me at school!" Sam yells. Dean scoffs. Jamie moves to step between them. "You're the one who dragged me back into this, Dean. I'm just trying to finish it!"
"Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? Jamie and I are gonna be the ones to bury you. You're selfish, you know that? You don't care about anything but revenge."
"Dean." Jamie whispers. She's standing between them now. She's just shorter then Dean by enough that he and Sam can argue over her head.
"That's not true, Dean." Dean scoffs again. "I want Dad back. But they are expecting us to bring this gun. They get the gun, they will kill us all. That Colt is our only leverage and you know it, Dean. We can not bring that gun. We can't."
"Sam's right." Jamie finally says, hoping the 2 against 1 odds will convince Dean to stop.
"Fine."
"I'm serious, Dean."
"I said fine, Sam." Dean takes the Colt out of his jacket pocket and holds it up to show Sam and Jamie before putting it in the trunk.
"God I hate it when you two fight." The siblings start to walk down by the river. They step up beside some trees and Dean stops.
"Hey, hey." Sam and Jamie stop and look at him. "Think I know what Meg meant by Sunrise."
Sam looks over and sees an apartment building with a sign out front that says "Sunrise Apartments". Jamie looks and starts to rub her temple. "Oh no."
"Son of a bitch." Dean cusses. "That's pretty smart. I mean, if these demons can possess people they can possess almost anybody inside."
"Yeah, and make anybody attack us." Sam agrees.
"They can jump in and out at will too." Jamie says.
"And so we can't kill them…a building full of human shields." Dean shakes his head.
"They probably know exactly what we look like, too. And they could look like anybody."
"Yeah, this sucks." Jamie crosses her arms.
"Yeah, out loud." Dean sighs.
Sam nods. "Tell me about it. Alright, so, how the hell are we going to get in?"
Dean looks over at the building for a minute. "Pull the fire alarm, get out all the civilians."
Jamie catches on immediately. "Brilliant, yeah."
Sam turns to his siblings."Okay, but then the city responds in, what, seven minutes?"
"Seven minutes exactly." Dean tells him. Sam finally understands. The siblings look at each other and each takes a breath.
Sam walks in the front door and goes to a fire alarm on the wall. Just as he's about to pull it a man comes walking down the hallway. Sam moves to the stairs like he's going up them, but when the man leaves through the front door he quickly goes and pulls the alarm.
Outside the Building
People are leaving and firemen are coming in. Dean and Jamie walk up to one of the firemen, holding hands. "Hey, what's happening? Is it a fire?" Dean asks. Jamie tries to look worried.
"We're figuring that out right now, sir. Just stay back." The fireman moves the two of them away.
"Well, we've got a Yorkie upstairs and he pees when he's nervous..." Jamie tries hard to look devastated.
"Yeah we'd be just heartbroken if anything happened…"
"Sir, ma'am, you have to stay back."
Sam moves past them just then. Jamie holds something behind her back. Sam walks behind them, taking whatever it is out of Jamie's hand and going to the fire truck. He finds a compartment and picks the lock.
Inside the building Dean, Jamie, and Sam come down the hallway dressed in full fireman. Dean is using his EMF to check the doors of the apartments.
"I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Dean tells his siblings.
"Really?" Jamie asks.
Sam turns to him. "You never told me that."
"Ow!" Jamie says suddenly. Dean's EMF starts reading high.
"Guess that means we've found them." Sam says.
They can hear the demons walk up to the door. One of them looks through the peephole. "This is the fire department. We need you to evacuate." Dean says firmly.
The man steps behind the door and nods for the woman to open it. She unlocks the door and the boys shove it open. The woman is thrown backward as Dean, Jamie, and Sam come through. They spray the couple with water from their tanks and it burns them. It's holy water. Dean punches the man and shoves him into a closet. "Come on!" He yells.
Sam and Jamie grab the woman off the table and shove her in as well. Jamie leans against the door and it lurches as the demons inside try to get out. "They're too strong for me!" Dean rams his shoulder against it to help Jamie hold it.
"Hurry up!" Jamie and Dean both tell Sam. Sam grabs a canister of salt from the duffle bag and runs a line around the closet door. As soon as he finishes it the pounding stops. Jamie takes a deep breath as she moves away from the door. They take off the fireman gear and move to the bedroom door. They slowly open it and see John on the bed.
"Oh my god." Jamie whispers. She and Dean go over to their father.
"Dad?" Dean leans down, putting his head on John's chest and listens. "He's still breathing." Sam looks relieved. Dean starts shaking John. "Dad, wake up. Dad!" Jamie balls her fist and rubs his chest. Dean takes out a knife and is about to cut the restraints around John's wrists.
Sam's voice stops him. "Wait. Wait."
"What?" Dean and Jamie looks up at Sam.
"He could be possessed for all we know." Sam is messing with the duffle bag.
"What, are you nuts?" Dean asks, not believing Sam would suggest such a thing.
Jamie looks less shocked. "Dean he's right, we got to be sure." Sam takes a flask of holy water out of the duffle bag and Jamie moves her hand away as Sam sprinkles it on John. It has no effect. John moans and starts to come around.
"Sam? Why are you splashing water on me?"
Jamie and Dean both look relieved. "We're here, Daddy."
"Dad, are you okay?"
It takes John a second. "They've been drugging me. Where's the Colt?"
"Don't worry, Dad, it's safe." Sam assures him.
Jamie takes out her knife and helps Dean cut him free.
"Good boys. Jamie. Jamie, good girl." John tells them. Dean and Jamie get him free and Sam goes over to them.
"Sam, give me the bag, you help Dean." Jamie says to him. Sam hands her the bag and gets on John's other side. "Careful." She tells her brothers as they lift him up.
Dean and Sam start carrying John out of the bedroom. Jamie puts Dean's duffle over her shoulder and starts to follow them. Suddenly she grabs her temple. "Dean!" The front door suddenly bursts open revealing a possessed man and fireman. The Winchester siblings immediately react.
"Go! Go!" Sam says, backing up.
"Back! Back!" Dean echos as they carry John back into the room.
Jamie pulls them into the bedroom. "Come on!" They go back into the bedroom and close the door locking it. An axe suddenly comes through the door. Jamie jumps. "Jesus! Mary and Joseph." She drops the duffle bag and runs over to the fire escape and opens it. "Dean." She gestures for John. Dean brings John over. Sam runs a line of salt at the bedroom door. Jamie, Dean and John are already out on the fire escape.
"Sam, let's go!" Dean calls to him. Sam tosses him the duffle bag and goes through the window out onto the fire escape. He runs salt along the window sill.
Dean and Jamie help John down onto the street and Sam moves ahead of them.
Jamie's headache hasn't stopped. She looks up toward Sam's back. "Sam!"
Sam is suddenly attacked by Tom the man who was with Meg in Lincoln. He pins Sam down on the street and starts beating him to death. Dean puts John down.
"Stay with Dad!" Dean yells at Jamie. He goes to his brother's aid. "Sam!"Dean runs over and kicks the man in the face, but it has not effect. Dean is suddenly thrown onto a parked car, shattering the windshield.
"Dean, no!" Jamie yells. The man goes back to beating Sam. Jamie gets up and starts to rush towards Sam. Suddenly there is a gunshot and the man gets a bullet through the head. Jamie screams. He falls off of Sam , dead. Dean is standing with the Colt. He puts it away and comes over to his brother. Jamie rushes over to both of them.
"Sam!" Dean picks him up. "Sam, come on! Come on!" Dean gets Sam onto his feet, and Jamie loops his arm over her shoulders. They look at the dead man. The demon is dead and so is the man it was possessing. "Come on. We got to get out of here."
Jamie looks at Dean. She hopes the two of them are strong enough to support Sam and John. Dean goes to pick John up. Jamie holds Sam. "Sam you gotta help me a little bit." She tells him, as they leave the area in a hurry.
They end up driving to a cabin in the woods. It's dark out now. Inside Sam is pouring salt along the window sill. Jamie is standing behind him looking worried. Sam's face is a mess; bruised, bloody, and swollen. When he's done, Jamie walks over and looks at his face. Dean comes into the room.
Jamie looks over at him. "Hey."
"How is he?" Sam asks.
"He just needed a little rest, that's all. How are you, Sam?" Dean walks over and looks at his brother's face a little concerned.
"I'll survive." He tells his brother.
Jamie snickers softly. "Maybe."
They turn to their brother. "Hey, you don't think we were followed here, do you?" Sam asks. Jamie looks at Dean.
"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, we couldn't have found a more out-of-the-way place to hole up."
"Yeah." Sam agrees. He looks at his brother. "Hey, uh... Dean, you, um... you saved my life back there."
"So, I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?"
"Man, I'm trying to thank you here."
Jamie shakes her head. "Don't start you two." Jamie walks over and leans against Dean.
Dean is quiet for a minute. "You're welcome." Sam walks across the room. "Hey, guys?"
"Yeah?" Sam and Jamie reply at the same time.
"You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there."
Jamie looks up, putting her chin on Dean's shoulder. "You didn't have a choice, Dean."
"Yeah, I know, that's not what bothers me."
"Then what does?" Sam walks over to him.
"Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn't hesitate, I didn't even flinch. For you two or Dad, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it's just, uh ... it scares me sometimes." Jamie leans her head against his shoulder. Dean puts his arm across her back. Sam just looks at him, not knowing what to say. John comes into the room.
"It shouldn't. You did good."
"Dad…" Jamie whispers softly, moving back a little from Dean.
"You're not mad?" Dean asks.
"For what?"
"Using a bullet."
"Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. Jamie too. But you watch out for this family. You always have."
After a moment Dean answers back. "Thanks." The wind suddenly picks up and the lights start to flicker. Dean and Sam both look at Jamie, but she doesn't reach for her head.
"Now what?" She asks. They all go over to the window.
"It found us. It's here." John tells them. He turns to Sam.
"The demon?"
"Sam, lines of salt in front of every window, every door."
"I already did it."
"Well, check it, okay?"
Jamie finally reaches up and rubs her temple. Sam glances at her. "Okay." He leaves the room.
John turns to Dean. "Dean, you got the gun?"
"Yeah."
"Give it to me."
Dean takes the Colt out of his jeans. "Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation. It disappeared."
John shakes his head. "This is me. I won't miss. You just concentrate on protecting your brother and sister. Now, the gun, hurry." Jamie moans in pain. "What's wrong, Jamie, you okay?" Jamie gives him a weird look.
Dean hesitates and looks down at the gun. Jamie grabs Dean's arm. She moves behind him. He glances quickly at her and back to John.
"Son, please." Dean starts to back up a few steps with Jamie.
"Give me the gun. What are you doing, Dean?"
"He'd be furious." It's now very clear to Dean that this is not his father. Jamie knows too. Her power, whatever its capacity is screaming that the demon is in the room with them, not outside the walls.
"What?"
"That I wasted a bullet. He wouldn't be proud of me, he'd tear me a new one."
John just looks at him as Dean raises the gun, pointing it at him and cocking it. Jamie swallows hard.
"You're not my Dad."
"Dean, it's me. Jamie tell him." Jamie shakes her head and grips Dean's side tighter.
"No. I can sense evil and evil is not out there, it's in here. It's in you."
"I know my Dad better than anyone. And you ain't him."
"What the hell's gotten into you?"
"I could ask you the same thing. Stay back."
Sam comes into the room and is shocked to see Dean pointing the gun at John, and Jamie shaking behind Dean. "Dean? Jamie? What the hell's going on?"
"Your brother and sister have lost their minds."
"He's not Dad." Dean says firmly. Jamie moans again, letting go of Dean as she grabs the sides of her head. She squeezes her eyes shut.
Sam watches his sister's reaction. "What?"
"I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him." Dean starts to get upset.
Jamie echos Dean's words from just a moment before. "He's not Dad." She says as she opens her eyes. "Evil's not out there. Evil is in here." She says again.
"Don't listen to them, Sammy."
Sam looks at Dean and Jamie. "How do you know?"
Dean is fighting back tears and Jamie is crying. "He's ... he's different." Dean says.
Jamie shakes her head. "Oh God, I can feel it. Dean…"
"You know, we don't have time for this. Sam, you wanna kill this demon, you've gotta trust me."
"No. Sam, no." Jamie says. Sam looks back and forth between his father and his brother and sister. Dean glances at him, but doesn't say anything else to convince him. Jamie grips Dean's free shoulder. Dean rolls his shoulder so that his free hand is holding Jamie behind him.
"Sam?" John asks.
Sam looks back and forth. "No. No." He moves over to stand by his brother and sister's side. He puts his arm up, so that Jamie is blocked by both him and Dean. John looks at them.
John looks resolved. "Fine. You're both so sure, go ahead. Kill me." John looks down and waits.
"Dean, do it. Do it now." Jamie begs. Dean holds the gun on him, but can't pull the trigger.
"I thought so."John looks back up and his eyes are yellow. Sam lunges, but is thrown against the wall, pinned there. Dean and Jamie are thrown against another wall, Dean drops the Colt. Jamie screams, her head feeling like it's going to explode.
"Oh shut up, Jamie." John takes a step in that direction.
"Don't you go near her." Dean rasps.
"Or what?" John asks, mockingly. He stands in front of Jamie. "Such a disobedient child." He strikes her across the face. "I'm gonna enjoy this." Dean and Sam both struggle against the force holding them in place.
Jamie lets out a sob but she stops screaming and opens her eyes, breathing heavily. "I'm alright." She whispers, trying to look at her brother.
John picks up the colt. "What a pain in the ass this thing's been."
"It's you, isn't it? We've been looking for you for a long time." Sam says.
"Well, you found me."
"But the holy water?" Sam and Jamie look at each other, both wondering why it didn't work.
"You think something like that works on something like me?" Jamie starts mumbling something in Latin. John turns to her and strikes her across the face again. "That won't work either."
Sam tries to fight the force that has him pinned to the wall, but fails. "I'm gonna kill you!"
John turns to look at him. "Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact," he puts the gun down on a table. "here. Make the gun float to you there, psychic boy."
Sam looks at the gun, but nothing happens.
"Jamie?" John looks at the girl, pin against the wall. Jamie doesn't even look at the gun. Tears run down her face. "I always knew you were just a pathetic little girl. You should have listened to your daddy." Jamie growls softly. "Well, this is fun." John walks over to the window beside Dean. "I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this..." He sighs. "This is worth the wait."Dean struggles, but is still pinned to the wall. John looks over at him. "Your Dad, he's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi", by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood."
Dean clenches his teeth."Let him go, or I swear to God-"
"What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice." He comes over to Dean. "You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter."
"Who, Meg?"
"The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand."
Dean looks at him with disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me."
"What? You're the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?" He smiles at Dean. "Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right. And I'm gonna start with poor, pathetic Jamie over here." He looks at Jamie. "And then I'm gonna kill you." He looks back at Dean.
Dean looks over at his sister and then to John. "You son of a bitch."
"Dean, it's alright. He doesn't have the balls to kill me." Jamie stares John down, who only laughs in return.
"I wanna know why. Why'd you do it?" Sam suddenly says.
John turns to him. "You mean why did I kill Mommy and pretty, little Jess?"
"Yeah."
John turns back to Dean. "You know, I never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him." He backs up toward Sam. "Been shopping for rings and everything." He turns to Sam. "You want to know why? Because they got in the way."
"In the way of what?"
"My plans for you, Sammy. You... and all the children like you." He looks at Jamie. "And you. The one who got away."
Jamie doesn't say anything for a moment. "What…what do you mean?" She finally asks.
But all John says in return is "You won't get away this time."
Dean has grown impatient and pissed. "Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh? Cause I really can't stand the monologuing."
John goes to him. "Funny, but that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Masks all that nasty pain, masks the truth."
"Oh, yeah? What's that?"
"You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is they don't need you. Not like you need them. Sam, he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight, it's more concern than he's ever shown you." He turns to Jamie. "And especially to you. The daughter he abandoned. He knew you'd up just like Mommy one day, Jamie. That's why he abandoned you. That and he couldn't stand to look at you, cause you look just like her."
"Go to hell!" Jamie spits.
Dean tries to take John's attention off of Jamie. "I bet you're real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh wait, I forgot. I wasted 'em." Dean just smiles at him and John looks at Dean. He steps back and puts his head down. When he looks back up Dean suddenly yells in pain.
"Dean! No!" Sam yells.
"Dean! You son of a bitch!" Jamie tries to get her hands starts to bleed heavily from his chest. Sam starts to struggle against the force pinning him. Jamie, however stops struggling, instead she finally sees the Colt.
Dean is overwhelmed by the pain. Finally he begins to beg. "Dad! Dad, don't you let it kill me!" John looks at him again and smiles. Dean starts screaming in pain.
"Dean! No!" Sam screams, struggling harder. Jamie's breathing is getting very irregular, but she tries to hide it. She doesn't stop looking at the Colt. The blood is flowing out of Dean. Sam struggles as hard as he can to break free. Blood is running out of Dean's mouth.
"Dad, please."Dean passes out.
"Dean!" Sam cries. Jamie gasps for breath, but she doesn't break eye contact with the Colt.
John gets a weird look in his eyes. "Stop." He whispers. Sam and Jamie are suddenly let go. The second Jamie is free the Colt flies into her hands. "Stop it."
Sam dives over to his sister and grabs her, pulling her back as John turns to them, eyes yellow once again, and Jamie, holding the gun with both hands points it at him. Her hands are shaking. Sam tries to hold Jamie's arms as steady as possible.
"You kill me, you kill Daddy." John warns.
Time seems to slow to a standstill. Jamie and Sam are suddenly connected, they feel each other. "We know." They say at the same time, and Sam moves Jamie's arms down at the same second that Jamie fires the gun, shooting John in the leg. He falls down and so does Dean.
"Dean!" Jamie and Sam rush over to their brother. "Oh God." Jamie grabs Dean's shoulders, holding him in her arms. "Oh my god."
"Dean? Dean, hey? Oh God, you've lost a lot of blood." Sam says. Jamie's visibly upset again, and Dean's blood is all over her hands and on the Colt. She's got her hands pressed against Dean's heart.
"Where's Dad?" Dean asks.
"He's here." Jamie says.
"He's right here. He's right here, Dean." Sam tells him.
"Go check on him." Dean says weakly.
"Dean." Sam protests.
"Go check on him." Dean says again.
"I've got him." Jamie hands the Colt to Sam. A desperate look passes between them.
Sam gets up and goes over to check on John. He is laying motionless on the floor. "Dad? Dad?"
John suddenly looks up "Sammy! It's still alive. It's inside me, I can feel it. You shoot me. You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son!" Sam cocks the Colt and aims the gun at John. "Do it now!"
"Sam, don't you do it. Don't you do it." Dean says from across the room, his voice weak and breaking.
"Shh, Dean." Jamie says, holding her brother in her lap.
"You've gotta hurry! I can't hold onto it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me! Son, I'm begging you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!" John Winchester for the first time in his life, begs.
"Sam, no." Dean whispers.
"Sammy, do it!" Jamie finally shouts her voice breaking as she starts to sob.
"You do this! Sammy!" Sam starts to lower the gun.
"Sam, do it. Please, just do it." Jamie sobs.
"Sam..." The demon suddenly leaves John in a black cloud from his mouth. It disappears through the floor. John gasps and then looks at Sam accusingly. Jamie sobs on the floor, holding Dean. Sam looks away and then offers his hand to his father. He helps him up and John groans in pain, holding his leg. He leans against the wall.
"Dean needs help, now." Jamie says as Sam comes over. Sam pulls her to her feet and then pulls Dean up. He starts to carry him out of the house to the car. "Come on, Dad." Jamie gestures to her father. He leans against her and she half helps, half drags him to the car.
Sam is driving with John by his side. Dean is in the back seat with Jamie. John gasps in pain, Dean is slumped in the back seat and Jamie is holding unto him. "Look, just hold on, alright. The hospital's only ten minutes away." Sam says. "Jamie? How's Dean?"
"He's still breathing." Jamie pauses, her hands and shirt are covered in blood. "God, Sam he's still losing too much blood."
John looks at Sam. "I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first, before me, before everything." Sam looks in the rear view mirror at Dean and Jamie. Jamie looks up and meets her brother's eyes in the mirror.
"Don't start." She mouths, looking down at Dean.
Sam nods. "No, sir. Not before everything. Look, we've still got the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, alright? I mean, we already found the demon..."
An eighteen wheeler suddenly slams into the passenger side of the Impala at full speed, driving it sideways in front of it. The driver of the semi is sitting behind the wheel. His eyes are black. Dean, Jamie, Sam, and John are all unconscious in the car with blood all over their faces.