The three entered the apartment building and made their way to the dingy room where a lone chair resided.
"You're not too big on furniture? Open concept sort of man?" Dean mumbled.
"I have a telly. A fridge. I don't use any of this stuff it's all for him." Tom stated.
Dean stopped and faced the Irishman. "Look, usually demons don't hitch-hike a ride in someone's meat suit. They don't appear for beers and reruns of Friends. They, you know, break things. Throw people across rooms."
"Right! I don't know about throwing people across rooms or anything but he does break things. Or at least, make me break things." Tom explained.
"What's the chair for?" Sam asked, examining the diy masterpiece that was Hyde's punishment chair.
Tom approached the younger Winchester, "It's where I keep him. He gets into trouble. I don't know what to do with him."
"Well we can make a salt circle around it and trap him so he can't get out." Sam smiled. "That usually keeps demons at bay. We could also draw a devils trap if you think that'd be necessary."
"What's the salt supposed to do?"
"It hurts demons." Dean nodded. "I've got holy water in a flask as well. You're in good hands."
Tom closed his eyes. "I think he's trying to come out."
"Sammy get on that salt circle there's no time for a trap." Dean assisted Jackman to the chair.
"On it!" Sam exclaimed while outlining the chair with a bucket of rock salt.
The doctor began securing himself in the chair. "I'm sorry for what I might do."
"Hey, it won't be you. We're used to demons. You'll be in good hands." He nodded.
Tom followed suit and lowered his head. The lights began to flicker right as Sam finished the rock circle.
Dean grabbed a gun from his back, hidden under his shirt. Sam did the same. They both looked at the lights acting wild instead of the man in the chair. The man who had just lifted his head and opened his eyes.
"Who..." he asked, looking at the boys with his signature black eyes. "Who are you?" He noticed he was stuck to the chair and began to struggle. "This place again? Daddy..." Hyde bowed his head with a pout on his face. "Ooo! Salt! We doing body shots? Though the salt usually isn't on the floor. It's usually on someone's body. Dead or alive I'm not really picky. Just happy to be invited to the party."
"Oh there's more salt where that came from. Like in the shells of our bullets. One wrong move and we take a shot. And not the fun type of shot." Dean explained.
"You're the gruff one. Does that make you the smart one or the sweet and sensitive one?" Hyde looked at Sam.
"I'm the one who's going to exorcise you so you stop torturing this man." Sam answered.
"Nice mix of both, I see! That's rare in men. He's a keeper." Hyde smiled. "Okay so daddy invited you here to... no, he wouldn't get rid of me."
Dean smirked. "Oh yes he would and I don't blame him."
Hyde began to sniffle. "But we've been through so much together. We're practically family. Or even deeper."
"Why are you possessing Tom Jackman?" Sam asked, raising his gun.
"Possessing? What?" Hyde smiled.
"Listen here you smart ass demon. Answer the question."
Dean cocked his gun and Hyde turned his head to one side and faced him.
"Demon? Is that what I am?"
"Yeah. Absolutely. We'd know one of your scum from anywhere." Dean replied.
"Have any proof?" The man sitting in the chair asked excitedly.
"Choke on this." Dean unscrewed the cap of the flask of holy water and splashed it on Hyde.
Nothing happened. Hyde wasn't screaming or wincing in pain. All he was, was wet from his face to his shirt.
"Aah! Refreshing." Hyde smiled like a child in a water park who just received a popsicle on a hot summer day. "Please sir can I have some more?"
"Dean..." Sam uttered.
"Sam I know." His brother replied.
Sam shrugged, "Wrong flask?"
"Sam, there's only one flask." Dean sighed. "He must have figured out a spell or something."
"Are you two done? Because I have a few question a my own." Hyde smirked. "Number one: can you let me out of this chair?"
"No. We don't know the code." Dean told him.
Hyde began to sing. "I think someone is a liiiiaaarrr. That's not a good trait to have, lying. Especially when dealing with me."
"Who exactly are you?" Sam asked.
"Nope, Sorry sonny Jim. Gotta answer mine first before I answer yours. It's how teamwork works." He demanded. "Now, once more with more focus on the truth."
"I... saw him put in the code. I could get you out. But I don't want to why would we? Do we look like idiots?" Dean approached him, careful of the salt.
"You don't really want me to answer that. To answer your question, tall, smart and handsome: I don't know. I don't know who I am. And I'm okay with that. I know what I want. And I know who my daddy is. But that's about it. I know you two are trying to come across as good guys but I know you're just here to kill me." Hyde caved and answered Sams question.
"Only if you're a demon." Dean lowered his gun. "You don't know if you're a demon?"
"I could be. I could also be the trickster god, Loki or a beloved Disney character in the parks. Nobody really knows who's in those costumes do they?" He grinned.
"We should let him out." Sam suggested.
"Sam, that is the opposite of a good idea." Dean grumbled.
"Actually Samantha is right. Letting me out is a good idea." A good minute of silence. "Daddy has video cameras and recording devices turned on everywhere in this flat. If he sees me kill you two don't you think he'd, I don't know, go to the police?"
"I don't wanna listen to him, Sam." Dean sighed, uncocking his gun and making his way to the chair to enter the password.
"Don't worry I got my eye on him." Sam said, aiming his gun at Hydes head.
With the straps unfastened, Dean stepped back and the brothers stood in awe as the man did the unthinkable. He walked over the salt circle like it wasn't even there.
Which proved to the boys something they hadn't considered: he can't be a demon. But this raised another question... what is he?