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Back in Black

By: chocolate rules

Chapter 12: Yes I'm back in black; Outta sight

The brothers ran to the car just as the creature leaped on top of the car. Sam would have stopped breathing if it weren't that he needed it to run. His dream was coming true!

The car started to skit in front of them as they rushed ahead.

"Get the girls before the Ballenger gets to them!" Dean yelled at him as he headed over to the creature as it leapt off of the car.

Sam nodded as he rushed over to the nearest car door.

Jenna and Lisa were both in the front seats with the blond girl in the backseat. Sam could hear them moaning as he ripped the front door opened. He eased them out of the front seat and reached for the back door when he heard Dean cry out.

Dean had rushed towards the creature. The Ballenger was a good few inches taller than Sam, but Dean didn't really bother to notice. He had been talking out things bigger and badder than him since he was eight.

Dean raised his gun, knowing that it wouldn't cause it much damage. Ballenger's were pretty much armor proof, no matter what body form they inhabited. Their head was the only vulnerable part of them.

As expected, the creature turned to him. Sure enough, there Barry stood with the evilest pink eyes that Dean had ever seen. Ignoring that they were pink, Dean raised the gun again and then shot towards his head.

Barry roared as he leaped into the air and towards Dean. He landed a few feet in front of him as Dean staggered back a few feet and raised him gun once more.

"Hey," the creature said smiling at him. Dean paused. He didn't remember his father saying anything about them being able to talk.

"Sam's man right?" Evil Barry gleamed at him. He took a step towards Dean and growled mockingly.

Dean raised the gun higher and then fired.

The bullet hit Barry in the jaw. He smiled. Dean raised his knife and then tried to stab it towards the creature. He needed to bring it down to its knees so that he would be able to chop off its head.

Barry reached out and grabbed at Dean's ribs. He clawed through the flannel and undershirts straight through the skin and to the bone. Dean felt the intrusion and cried out.

Sam whipped around and saw just when Evil Barry removed his claw-like fingers from Dean.

"D E A N!" Sam yelled. He pulled out his own knife as he rushed over.

"Sam?" Lisa asked from behind him. She and Jenna were helping the blond girl, Robin, out of the backseat.

"Stay back!" Sam yelled at them hoping that they'd do just that.

Sam ran towards Dean and hoped that he wasn't badly hurt. Dean fell to his knees groaning as his arms went to wrap around his waist. Barry was turning back around towards Sam, but he wouldn't have any of that.

Sam leaped forward and using his own height as an advantage, he pulled back the knife and ripped through Barry's neck.

Dean opened his eyes just as Barry's head flopped off and came to a rest at Sam's feet. Sam stared down at the head and felt an odd chill rush up his spine. He glanced over to Dean and then back over to the three girls. All of them would be okay.

They're okay, they're okay. Sam breathed in deeply. They're all okay.

Sam kneeled down at his brother's side. He leaned Dean back onto his chest and pried Dean's hand away from the wound.

"Oh God, Dean." There was so much blood. Sam took a steadying breath. "You're going to be okay, big brother." He whispered, hauling them both to their feet.

The girls rushed over to them. Sam could see that they had a few scratches and scrapes on them, but it beat being dead.

"Oh my goodness, Sam!" Jenna gasped as she gripped Robin's arm tighter.

Lisa rushed to Dean's other side and helped Sam move him to the Impala. As they passed the body and their wrecked car the girls each let out their strangled cries.

"What's going on?" Lisa asked looking back to Barry's head.

"Don't look back, Lisa," Sam said quickly, not looking back himself. "Let's, let's just get the hell out of here."

Lisa and Sam helped Dean slip in the back besides Robin. Jenna slipped up into the passenger of the Impala. Sam rushed over to the driver's seat and quickly drove over to the hospital.

Two hours later:

Dean awoke from his surgery to hear Sam talking to Jenna and his old roommate, Jerry Walker. They sounded so distant. He shook his head side to clear the cobwebs. He started to hear them closer and closer. Opening his eyes, he noticed that they were all in fact just besides him. And talking very loudly.

"Shut up!" he groaned at them. He tried to turn from them and go back to sleep, but the pain that erupted from his ribs didn't allow him further movement.

"Dean?" Sam's voice questioned. He moved in closer and sat down at Dean's hip.

"No shit Sherlock," he groaned. Now go away and let me sleep.

"Man, it's about time you woke up," Sam said shaking his head. Dean opened his eyes at his tone.

"How long I've been out?" Dean rasped out. Please don't days, please don't say days.

"Bout five hours," Sam said, like the very memory hurt him. Granted, if it had been Sam lying in a hospital bed for five hours, Dean knew he'd be climbing walls and grating nerves.

"Damn," he rasped again. Sam leaned around him and brought a cup of water to him.

Jenna and Jerry both spoke up then and asked him how he was feeling. After assuring them that he was in fact okay, Jerry announced he'd drive Jenna back to her place and they left the brothers alone.

"So, everything cleared?" Dean asked him as soon as the door closed. Sam nodded and started to dig into Dean's dinner. It was really late now, but Sam had already made it clear hours earlier that he wasn't going anywhere.

"Dude, what's a Ballenger anyway? And how did you know how to kill it?"

Dean rearranged himself in the bed. He had wanted to leave immediately, but Sam said he was at least spending the night.

"Dad. He hunted one really early on. I was like, I dunno seven. He didn't know anything about them so he found things out the hard way.

"They're like this demon-y creature. I'll tell you one thing though, not sure if you're gonna like this though- "

"What?" Sam asked him curiously.

"That wasn't your little friend Barry," Dean told him, cringing at the word friend.

"What are you talking about?"

"Remember that we said he was probably possessed?" Sam nodded, that had only been just earlier that day. "Well, not really. A Ballenger is like a shape shifter, except that unlike those little bastards they need the person's permission to look like them. In turn, they help the person out, make them better at something."

"They give them power?"

"Something like that. Thing is, Ballenger's are kinda like greedy serial killers, they each tend to keep to their own MO, but mainly they like massive killings and media attention."

"So – "

"So, we might have saved the girls, but I'm afraid Barry has crossed into the dark side."

Sam looked down and nodded.

"He's still human though, so we can't kill him. This one's going to have to be left to the actual authorities." The disgust in Dean's voice was clear at the mere thought the authorities would have to be called in. Yuck.

"So, where is he?" Now Dean shrugged.

"Somewhere warm, dark and cozy. He'd be kinda whammied so, I don't think that he knows he's even lost."

"Guess we'll have to tell someone to file a missing person's report." Dean smirked.

"If they want to. I mean, this Ballenger, he's just like the real Barry guy, right?" Sam nodded with a grim face. "Yeah, whose going to miss that/"

"Not me. We'll call in the morning after we leave."

Sam settled into the seat besides Dean's bed and soon fell asleep.

Dean watched his brother for a second. He couldn't help to think that Sam had had a hard week, but he was in fact back in Stanford with his friends. He would be able to just slip back into that life no sweat.

His kid brother never had had any trouble making friends. He himself was rather good and getting a quick group together when he was in school. Granted they were mainly his followers of mischief, but that was something. And the girls that would follow…

Maybe the kid would be alright if he stayed here. By the looks of tonight, he sure could hold his own. But as he fell asleep, he knew that Sam wouldn't' be leaving him anytime soon. They still had their father to find and Jess still brought way to many sad memories to him. Stanford was out of the question.

Dean liked having Sammy back at his side. The kid was more than just his back up, he'd hate to admit it but he had really missed him all of those years that he had been here. Sammy had turned twenty one without having Dean there to drag his ass to the local bar and make sure that he celebrated it proper.

But he had him back now, and Sam seemed more comfortable in the lifestyle than he could remember him being as a kid. Granted there were no parties to go to or games to miss, and most importantly their father wasn't there to be a constant reminder to him that he had no future for himself.

Sam had proved them both wrong. He did have a future. And not a bad one at that.

As Dean let his eyes slip closed, he promised Sammy that he would find a way to bring him back to this life, no matter how much it would hurt him. This was Sammy's life, not his. Granted, there was no way that the little git was going to get away with not calling this time. Nope, this time would be different. Dean would see to that. But not now.

End.

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