"Jo! Wait!" Dean yelled after Jo, chasing her throughout the bakery and then out the door. Dean thought he might have a run in with the police again, but instead the scream he expected didn't come. Once he was outside he saw Sam there cradling a crying Jo in his arms.
"It's alright Jo," Sam said comforting her with his good heart. "What happened Dean!" Sam demanded. Jo was crying more by this point. Dean felt his face grow red. "It was the doppelganger wasn't it!" Sam asked, "You lied to me Dean! Jo could have got hurt!" Sam yelled. Dean felt anger rising.
"Don't worry Sam, I smoked him!" Dean yelled across the way to his brother. "That damned things dead. We don't have anything to worry about now."
"What? How did you kill it?"
"Punched his head in with a couple of silver bullets." Dean said proudly.
"Dean! Bullets can't kill them! They're made of a sorta clay." Sam said trembling.
"What! No, he dropped like a rock."
"Was there blood?"
"What?"
"Was there blood!" Sam yelled again. Dean tried to remember. Then it all came back.
"No." Dean managed.
"Great, it better still be in there!" Sam yelled, "You see what you've done. We could have gone together once I figured out how to kill it!" Sam was a red beet yelling Dean down. Jo was crying harder and harder. Dean was paying more attention to her than Sam. Where was Ellen?
"I'll take care of this guy." Dean said glancing at his gun. Then going in despite Sam's yelling. He had to finish this thing, if he didn't it would be hard to look Sam in the eyes. The last thing he heard before he went in was Jo's sobs of, "No."
Walking back into the bakery he felt an eerie silence, and he gripped his gun tighter than ever. His eyes slid back and forth every which way trying to spot his opponent moving. Slowly he crept to the back where the doppelganger was. He flattened against the final corner breathing lightly, and gun ready. Then he whipped around it putting his gun up and strafing to dodge. There wasn't anyone. He took a final scan then went to where the twin had fallen. All that was left was an empty plot of tile flooring. "Damnit!" Dean echoed. Dean tried to relax, walking in circles, hoping Sam would argue with again so he could punch his lights out. Dean did a 180 and froze.
He now looked down the short barrel of his own sawn off shotgun. Behind it, a grin from cheek to cheek. His own face. The twin glared at him with eyes glazed over, his tongue beginning to slip out from his lips cackling madly. "Shoot me once and shame on you Dean Winchester. Shoot me twice, and you're a dead man.." The fiend told him." Now drop the gun." Dean let it loose and the twin slid it away with his foot. Dean began to walk around in a circle, the twin followed suit. There he was, a spinning hostage at gunpoint. "Bizzare isn't it." The twin smirked, "You look like you just saw your own ghost!" The twin hissed in a voice not so like his own.
"What do you want?" Dean asked.
"Why you created me, I'm just here for the ride. Just trying to have a little fun."
"What do you mean I created you?"
"It doesn't matter now Dean, you were removed from my 'on talking terms list' the moment you shot me, twice." The twin responded tongue clenched between his teeth. Dean felt compelled to insult the thing, but only smiled.
"It was fun." Dean gloated throwing back his own cocky smirk at the twin. "I'd do it again to. I'm not to into another guy walking around with my face. It reminds me of that Nicholas Cage movie." Dean said. The twin laughed
"You always were a cocky sun of a bitch Dean, but then again so am I." The twin said. "Now then, let's have a funeral". The twin reared and winked at Dean clearly preparing to blow him off the face of the earth. "Oh and Dean, you should have never denied your feelings for Jo. She is an amazing girl after all, and yes, I know you have them. After all I am you. A sick and twisted version, but you."
Dean felt angry tears fill his eyes and the common feeling he was about to die leaked into endorphins. "You son of a bitch." Dean could only say.
"Nighty night, Winchester." The twin bellowed readying the gun. Dean stared into the barrel that would paint him onto the wall and prayed for intervention.
"Dean!" Sam cried coming into the bakery with Jo. The twin glanced at them and hesitated, the Dean smacked the gun to the ground and drove an elbow into his ribs. The twin fell backward and seemed to morph. Dean watched as his cloths quickly changed to Deans own, making them indistinguishable.
"What the hell!" Dean commented staring the clone down as it jumped to its feet. Dean worked fast and brought the shotgun from the ground and fired it square into the twins chest. Bang! The twin blew away with a torso full of rock salt. He landed sprawled on a table shaking with laughter.
"That's three times Dean Winchester." The twin roared as he pounced on Dean. The two began to go at it. Punch for punch. Kick for kick, They were evenly matched, but the twin didn't seem effected by his pummeling.
"Shoot him Jo." Dean yelled as he saw her pick up his gun out of the corner of his eye. He could see her shake and Sam looked confused.
"Which is the real one, Sam?" Jo questioned. Sam just stared.
"Jo, I'm Dean. I would never hurt you and I would save Sam no matter what!" The twin yelled. "My dad was responsible for your Dad's death." He admitted. Dean just socked him a good one and brought his boot across the twins face. The cretin stumbled and fell down
"Don't listen to this shitbag. I'm Dean, and you know I would never say something so queer." Dean pleaded.
"Just shut up! Stay still, I'll kill the first one that moves!" Jo said drastically, her eyes swollen and red, pouring tears in rivers. The fighters straightened up remained as still as possible staring at Jo. "Where's my mom?" She asked.
They both remained silent. Everyone sat in the electric atmosphere exchanging glances. Dean couldn't believe this crap.
"I know which one's Dean." Sam finally said. Dean felt a sigh of relief. The twin didn't budge. "He is." Sam said pointing at the twin. "I know my brother better than anyone and that's him." Sam stated. Dean felt his eyes water with grief and his knees felt shaky. He began to drift off from what was going on. Sammy?
"Sam… it's me, Dean.." Dean muttered.
"Shut up. You're not my brother." Sam growled. "Give me the gun Jo. Come here Dean." The twin walked to Sam's side and he now held Deans gun. Dean felt himself close to tears, but just arrogantly sniffed.
"Sammy.."
"I said shut up!" Sam yelled. Dean was lost.
"Are you sure about this Sam." Jo asked.
"I'm sure."
"How do we kill him." She wondered.
"Working on it…" Sam muttered aiming the gun between Deans eyes. Dean had so much left to do with his life and the guy he had protected all his life was about to kill him.
"Shoot him Sam, in fact, I want the pleasure. This hell spawn has caused a lot of trouble for me." The twin said, a smile slipping from under his skin. Dean stared, trembling and mad. To the side he could see that the reflection in the mirror was rubbing a hanky across his nose looking sorry for Dean.
"There's something I need to tell this guy before you do Dean." Sam said trailing off. "I would never… choose wrong!" Sam yelled the last part and shot the twin in the knee with the silver. After that he grabbed around his side and pushed him into one of the ovens. Dean's eyes lighted up and he rushed to his brother's side, giving him a hand in closing the shutter. They could hear the demon scream in an inhuman voice as they maxed out the temperature. There were clangs of metal against flesh again and again as the beast inside raged, being crisped alive. "That should take care of him." Sam said to Dean. "He's made of some kind of clay substance that's why the bullets didn't work. It's also why his body can recolor and mold new clothes." Sam explained. "If you had waited for me, you would have known that."
"I'm just glad you made the right choice." Dean said. He wasn't sure how to thank Sam. Jo walked up to him and grabbed him in a hug from behind. Dean was surprised and retuned the hug. Then they sat there for minutes together while she cried and the demon scratched and screamed. Dean felt warm at heart with her.
"We need to get out of here, Dean." Sam said. "The cops will come about the screaming.
"Right." Dean agreed. "Let's go Jo." He said patting her back and holding her hand. The three started to leave.
"Ellen!" The demon scowled. Jo froze. "She's dead!" It continued between flaming gasps. "Let me out Jo, and we can be together! I just wanted to get rid of everyone in our way! Sam was next! We had so much love, don't deny it! It was always about us! Jo and Dee forever!" The demon screeched. Jo fell over succumbed to grief. Dean went down in a kneel and comforted her. The demon went silent. "Let me out Jo.." it whispered lovingly. "Let me out." It repeated.
Jo was trembling, sick and scared. Unbelieving the demon. The demon repeated it's chorus while she wept and Dean yelled "Shut up!" Then the demon really laughed.
"You're no suitor for her Dean. You're just a social reject. Every one will leave you in the end. Either that or you'll leave them!" It belched.
"I said shut up!" The demon laughed again.
Dean felt Jo rising and she pursed her lips under tired eyes before saying, "I hope you burn in hell!" Then she went away. The demon roared and squealed. A thousand banished specters could be heard in it's voice as it lost it's only hope.
"I'll get you Dean Winchester! I will crawl back from the depths of hell to kill you."
"Yeah, I'll be glad. I will have no bigger pleasure than smoking you again." Dean stated. Than the demon stopped scratching. After that an earthquake erupted followed by a explosive scream that made all the metal shake and ring. Dean and Sam left before the cops would make it. Dean didn't know whether or not to smile.