A lot of people are questioning Jaye's motives and love of her dear uncle Sammy. I totally understand that, and I want to make something clear.
She's thirteen. Teenagers don't tend to think through the long-term consequences of their actions. Also, you have to remember that Sam up and left when she was five. He'd lived with her and her dad until that time and to just leave and only come back for holidays might have hurt her (and her father). Dean's the one who raised her, therefore she's got a strogner bond with him and maybe wants him to be happy for once and think about hismelf.
Lemme catch my breath for a minute...
She also acts a lot like him because it was just the two of them. There's that loyalty and devotion to family. The guy who stuck with her and actually raised her is maybe a little more important to her than the guy who left (abandonment issues, much?). She loves her uncle, she really does, there's just a lot of stuff going on. And did anyone consider the possibility that getting Sam back would send her right back into the demon's grimy claws?
Just some stuff to have in the back of your minds...
Well, now that my rant is done, let's get on to the good-part, shall we?
Tree branches rustled and leaves swirled around his feet as Dean stood in the middle of the vacant lot and looked around, waiting for Sam. The charred shell of the house across the street had been torn down, leaving only a pile of ashes that blew across the road, dotting the dirt with black dust.
The hunter glanced back toward the trees, where Ellen was waiting for her cue, waiting for something to go wrong, waiting for the worst possible thing to happen. She was waiting for Sam's eyes to change.
Footsteps sounded from the street and Dean turned in time to see Sam walking towards him with a large smile on his face. "Man, is it good to see you," the younger brother gushed as he approached, "you have no idea what that thing's been making me do. I sure hope you guys have a plan to get me out of this."
"You really think I'd tell you we did if we didn't?"
Sammy shrugged. "Kind of."
"Well, we've got one. And it's a damn good one, so don't worry."
"Why am I not buying this?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Just trust me. You got the gun?"
Sam nodded and pulled the gun out of the inside pocket of his jacket. "Here you go," he said, handing it over to his brother, "just promise me you'll hurry up and use it, all right? I'm really not enjoying my little vacation."
"Yeah, sure, all right. How long can you stand to stay? Maybe the two of us could come up with something better than what the Estrogen Brigade helped me cook up back at the motel."
"It's not gonna take long for that thing to realize I'm gone, Dean."
"You ran away?"
"Yeah."
Dean blinked. "You asked it for the gun, it handed the gun over, and then you ran away?"
"Yeah, I did," Sam nodded, "what was I supposed to do?"
"You could have just asked it if you could give us the gun. If it can read minds, it probably knew that's what you were going to do anyway."
Sam shrugged. "Guess the thought just didn't cross my mind. Now, I've got to get back. We're staying in some old abandoned warehouse on the east side of town. Boarded-up windows, door hanging off the hinges, you can't miss it." He turned and started to walk away.
"Just how stupid do you think I am?" Dean asked, cocking the gun and aiming it at his brother's back.
Sam let out a rough bark of laughter, turning slowly back toward his brother. "You really want me to answer that, Dean?" he asked as his eyes turned from green to bright yellow.
"Figures," Dean muttered as the demon stalked back up to him.
"Come on," it grinned, "you knew this was gonna happen. You're prepared for it, at least. Got your lady-love waiting for me in the bushes. Got a little exorcism planned. Got your daughter locked up safe and sound. What you didn't count on, though, was the fallout."
"What fallout?"
The grin turned into a wicked smirk, an evil expression that contorted Sam's features and made him almost unrecognizable. "You kill me, and the hold I have on your baby's momma dies, too. Pity, isn't it? Always having to sacrifice your own wants for your brother. Tell you what, I'll let you walk away now, no harm done to anyone, if you just put that gun away."
"What about Sam?"
"You really think I'd do anything to ruin this fine packaging? He's strong, he's smart, he's well-trained. All of that is mine now. I'm not gonna hurt him."
"Oh, well," Dean scoffed, "that makes it all right, then."
"You're really willing to shoot me and give up everything I've given you?"
"You haven't given me anything."
"No?" the demon asked, inching closer, again looking down Sam's nose at Dean and smiling, "I've given you what you want most. I gave you something you thought you could never have. The ability to love and be loved back for more than a couple of drunken hours. That's what you wanted, isn't it? Someone to stay because they wanted to, not because they felt obligated. Huh? You don't ever have to wake up alone again, and all you have to do is give up your brother. It's a good deal, if you ask me. He certainly wouldn't have stuck around."
Dean ducked his head, looking down at the pattern the blowing ash had made at his feet. "Ellen," he said softly.
"That's right," the demon nodded. "Ellen. She's never going to leave you, never going to hurt you. Not again."
Dean looked up, meeting the merciless yellow eyes, and smirked as Ellen walked out of the cover of the trees, already reading the exorcism.
"You do know," the demon growled, "that this means war."
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"Stupid, selfless," Jaydin muttered as she sat on the floor, looking around the room, "can't believe him. Nothing for himself. The jerk." She shook her head, sniffling as the room filled with the smell of rotten eggs and a fine yellow powder gathered by the windows and door.
o0o0o0o0o0o
"Every war has to end sometime," Dean observed as the demon screamed in pain, "and there are always some big casualties. Hitler, Saddam, you."
The demon smirked. "Jaydin."
Dean's eyes went wide as Sam's head snapped back and the demon billowed up out of his mouth and into the sky as lightning flashed overhead.
o0o0o0o0o
"Great," Jaye muttered, rolling her eyes and pulling her knees up to her chest, "just what I need today. Another freakin' demon attack."
The door to the room slammed suddenly open, sending a light breeze into the room that threatened to break the salt lines surrounding the teen. Outside the room, a band of people was milling around, pacing in the parking lot and sneering in at the girl, their black eyes sparkling mercilessly.
o0o0o0o0o
Sam sank to his knees as rain pounded down around them and Ellen ran up to join the group. Dean raised the gun and aimed, his face set and determined, every selfish fiber of his being screaming at him to quit while he was ahead.
He pulled the trigger.
o0o0o0o0o
The fire started on the ceiling above the bed that her parents had been sharing for the past two nights and quickly started to spread as the demons outside the room began to call to her. Jaye turned her head, looking up at the fire sprinkler, waiting for the alarm to go off as the fire engulfed the room. Nothing happened.
She turned back to the fire, watching as it devoured the room. Something wasn't right.
Sparing a glance out the door at her hopeful demonic escort, the girl reached down and pulled off her sock, tossing it into the flames and watching as nothing happened to it.
"Figures," she muttered, smirking triumphantly. "You guys are gonna have to do a hell of a lot better than a fake fire if you want to get your hands on me," she called out the door.
The group stopped its pacing as every mouth opened wide and the gaggle of demons rocketed into the sky, heading off in every direction and screaming at the defeat of their father. The motel room door slammed shut and the fire faded out as Jaye sat hugging her knees to her chest and shaking her head.
o0o0o0o0o
An inhuman shriek filled the air as the bullet hit its mark and the yellow-eyed demon took its dying breaths. Thunder shook the ground as rain created divots in the muck around them and the large cloud of smoke that hung overhead flashed and dispersed, settling to the ground around the hunters.
Dean dropped the now-useless Colt in time to catch Ellen as she started to fall. He struggled for a minute before getting her into his arms and carrying her to the car. Carefully, he slid her into the backseat, hoping against hope that demons really did lie.
He trekked through the muck again to where Sam was kneeling, blinking groggily. "What happened?" the younger man asked.
"How much do you remember?"
Sammy shook his head. "Everything," he moaned as his head fell toward his chest.
"Great," Dean sighed, helping his brother up and walking him to the car, where he practically collapsed into the passenger seat.
Dean journeyed onto the lot again to retrieve the Colt. He grabbed the gun, running a hand over it to wipe some of the mud off before tossing it into the trunk and climbing in behind the wheel.