Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or The Host. They belong to their respective owners of the CW and Stephenie Meyer. I just own the plot.

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in between updates. As I said in my other story, I have not had time to be on the computer until recently.

The Host

Chapter 2

"What The Hell?"

What Dean wouldn't give for a .45mm, a cup of coffee, and a heavy dose of reality at this point. Sure, he believed a lot of things, but this whole 'soul' crap was seriously out of his league. Peaceful beings that wanted nothing more to bring prosperity and balance to the world? They were right up there with rainbows and unicorns on the bull crap list.

"So let me get this straight," Dean said, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. "You are a soul and you guys are trying to save earth from total destruction by basically possessing humans and wiping out our ability to be… human?"

"It's not that simple!" Wanda protested, while the others merely looked blankly at the walls or at their feet.

"Then what? No offense, but your huge plan for peace sucks. You aren't helping human kind! You're making them mindless puppets to do your bidding while you guys run the place!" Dean said, his voice rising. "You're a lot like demons, only for some reason, instead of destruction, you want rainbows and sunshine."

"That's enough," one of the guys, Ian, said forcefully. He looked pissed. He looked huge. Dean wasn't really that scared of him, but he still didn't want to start a fight if he didn't have to. Especially with someone who looked like he could take out a Mac truck with one arm tied behind his back.

"Look, I believe a lot of crazy things in this world," Dean said, his voice low, yet held the same amount of force that Ian's did. "Believe me, if anyone does, it's going to be me. But I don't get this whole soul crap."

"It's not crap," Wanda said testily. "It's the truth. If you have any brains in that thick skull of yours, you'd get that. My kind is trying to help out other idiots like you by doing what we do best. I admit, what we're doing isn't exactly the best plan of action, but frankly, it was the only thing that would be able to save this world from going straight to hell."

"Oh really? That's a surprise!" Dean said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I guess the past twenty-nine years of my life trying to save the world from hell have been absolutely nothing, right? And all the literal hell I've been through was all just a bad dream."

"Look, buddy, we're just telling you what's going on," Melanie said, sounding as though someone had ruffled her feathers the wrong way. Dean rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "So just stop fighting with us, or we're going to kick you out on your ass and make you survive in the hot desert all by yourself. How would you like that, huh?"

"Easy, there, Mel," Jeb chided. "He's just in shock."

"No, I just have a firm belief that humans should make the wrong choices for themselves and not be somebody's puppet," Dean said. He set his jaw firmly and glared at the six of them, daring them to oppose him.

"We're behind you one hundred percent there, Dean," Jared said. "We really are. That's why we're rebelling."

"Rebelling?" Dean echoed. "Against what? The souls? From what Wanda there says, that sounds pretty impossible."

"Wanda there," Ian said snidely. "Is our main weapon. She taught us how to extract the soul from a human body and still keep the human intact. We've been sending the souls far out to other planets, where they have no hope of returning earth any time soon. Whenever they do return, we'll be more prepared for them this time."

Dean had to admit that he was impressed. It sounded like what they were doing was exorcising the 'souls', only instead of Latin chants and devil's traps; they were using surgeries and spaceships. Hmm. That was interesting.

"I just have one question to ask," Dean said, looking at Wanda.

"What?" she asked, warily. Apparently, she hadn't taken an instant liking to him.

"If these 'soul' things do have my brother, what are they going to do with him?"

Sam winced as the sudden bright light brought out a fierce pounding in his head. He blinked, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the intense light.

"He's awake," an unfamiliar person said. Their voice was distinctly female and as Sam's eyes adjusted, a tall, willowy blonde came into view.

"W-who are you?" he croaked, his throat dry from lack of water. "Where am I?"

"You were in a car crash, sir. You are at the Tucson County Hospital," the female said. "I'm Dr. Roberts. Would you mind telling me your name?"

"I'm…" Sam trailed off, not certain if Dean had already given them aliases or not. Dean, he thought, feeling a jolt of fear go through him. His brother wasn't there. Was he okay? Was he even alive?

"Sir?" Dr. Roberts brought Sam out of his thoughts.

"I'm Steve…. Steve Perry," he said, thinking quickly. Where the lead singer of Journey's name came from, Sam had no idea. Dean's rock music influence must have been rubbing off at him at last.

"Steve Perry? Your parents were Journey fans?"

Another person spoke up, this time male. Sam blinked and looked past Dr. Roberts to a tall man with short dark hair in a nurse's uniform.

"How did you know that?" he asked, shocked.

"We're not souls," Dr. Roberts said, with a wry smile. "We do listen to rock music."

"Wait," Sam said, his aching head struggling to comprehend what she had just said. "Souls? You guys know about that stuff?"

"Yes, we do," Dr. Roberts said, glancing at the guy who was a fan of rock music. The guy stared stonily back.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, wincing as he tried to sit up. Dr. Roberts turned her attention back to him and gently pushed back down on the bed.

"We can talk more about that later. First, we need to know two things," she said. "One, what the hell were you doing on the road at midnight? Don't you know about the Seekers? They are just waiting to snap up those of us who resist them! And two, why are you in Texas? This is probably the least safe place a normal human can be."

"You're a normal human," Sam retorted, feeling a fresh wave of pain crash over him as he tried to move his head. That definitely was not the best course of action. "Anyway, I'll answer your questions if you answer some of mine."

Dr. Roberts exchanged a swift glance with the man, before looking back at Sam.

"It depends on what your questions are," she countered. Sam narrowed his eyes slightly at her.

"One, what the hell happened to me? Where's my brother? How are you guys still human?"

"Those are fair questions," the man consented. Dr. Roberts turned to look at him.

"Do you think we should tell him?" she asked.

"Tell me what?" Sam asked, feeling slightly nauseated. Great, he thought. I have a freaking concussion. This is just wonderful.

"He'd probably understand more then we think, especially if he already knows about the souls," the man said.

Sam blinked; there was something about this man that seemed strangely familiar, but he couldn't place what it was.

"Dean Winchester was your brother, wasn't he?" Dr. Roberts asked suddenly. "Which means you're Sam, right?"

"How-?" Sam trailed off, feeling a great deal of shock. He looked closer at the woman and then realized with a start who she was. "Jo?"

Dun. Dun. DUN!! Review, please, or you don't get the third chapter!!