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Beneath my Skin

Dean was torn for the second time that night, he had his brother lying on the floor bleeding from a bullet to the shoulder, and he had Max who was lying unconscious on the floor, her lips still slightly blue, but he could see the barely their movements of her chest, letting him know that she was alive, for now.

A movement at his side sent him into action, he watched as Jo ran passed him her body dropping to the side of Max, before he to ran over to his brother. He stopped before dropping to his knee's, his hand coming out to cup his brothers cheek before he lifted his head and placed it onto his knee his eyes taking in the whole in his shoulder.

It wasn't deep but he knew that his brother was going to be in serious pain when he woke up. His eyes shifted over to Jo who had Max on her knee, she nodded her head, letting him no that Max was ok.

Dean nodded his head completely forgetting that the demon was still in his brother, he shifted his gaze back to Sam, only to find himself staring back into the cold black pits of the demon. His eyes widened and he gasped in shock when Sams hand clamped around his throat in a vice like grip. The demon smirked slightly and stood up, taking Dean with him.

"You guys are becoming a serous pain in my ass" He snarled before throwing Dean to the fit of Ellen. Dean groaned in pain, his hand coming out ot his side, where he was sure he had broken some ribs. He blinked a couple of times trying to get his vision back in to check.. Right now Jo and Max were defenseless, the demon could do what ever he wanted, could kill both of them, he had to get up, he had to do something.

"Dean honey" Dean groaned again and planted his hand down on the floor, before lifting himself up, his eyes turned to Ellen who was looking at him with a look of great concern, he nodded his head and smiled, trying to tell her he was ok. She smiled in understanding and turned watched as he turned his body.

Jo lifted her gaze from the unconscious form of Max, and could see that the demon had his attention fixed clearly on them. A moan caused her to drop her gaze, and she watched as Max began to stir, but either way Jo knew they were screwed, knew that her mom was right, she wasn't hunter material, she was just causing more problems, but that didn't mean she was just going to sit by and let her best friend die. So what she wasn't as experienced as the others, but that didn't mean she was going to do everything and anything to keep herself and Max alive.

Jo grabbed the gun that was to her left and quickly pointed it out in front of her, this time training it onto a more dangerous spot, his chest. Yes it was Sam, but if it came down to them of him, she knew who she was going to choice.

"Sammy" Jo diverted her gaze and saw Dean standing in front of her mum, his hand protecting his ribs, a small bruise forming on his cheek. He moved hesitantly forward, his eyes straying from Sam and Max.

John tugged harder on the bounds knowing that Dean was having a hard time keeping his focus. He almost cried out in relief when he felt the rope give way, and he was up of the floor and launching himself at his son within a second.

The demon gave a cry of shock before his body fell to the floor John on top of him. The demon shook his head and laughed, annoyed that these men thought they could take him out.

"Pathetic" He mocked before throwing John of him, John's body landing at his son's feet. Dean dropped to his knees and lifted his father of the floor, leaving his arm around his waist, allowing him to lean his weight on to him, before he could stand fully on him.

Dean could swear he could hear Latin, and if he thought about it he swore it was an exorcism, but he knew it wasn't coming from him of his father, and it wasn't coming from JO, he shook his head, putting it down to the knock on the head he had just taken. But when the demon moaned out in pain, and spun his head around, he knew he wasn't imagining things. He checked the room once again and saw that Max was making her way slowly and shakily, her body leant against Jo as she tried to stand.

"Do you never stay down" The demon questioned, pain evident in his voice.

"Im a Dawson, we don't know how to" Max gasped out before her hand grabbed hold of the amulet and she began once again to recite the ritual. The demon moaned again, before falling down to one foot, his hand coming up to wrap themselves around his body.

"Your gonna live to regret this, all of you" Max faked a yawn and shook her head, some of the colour returning to her face.

"Tell some one who cares"

Dean watched memorized as the demon expelled itself from his brother mouth, and when he was sure that his father was ok, ran over to his brothers falling body, catching him in time before his head collided with the floor.

Dean made his way back into the main area of the roadhouse shutting the door quietly behind him, leaving his brother to sleep and sort through what ever was going on inside of his head.

"You did good…jeez" Dean turned his head to the sound of Max's voice and found her sitting on one of the tables, Jo stood in front of her, his dad stood dressing her head wound. He smiled slightly and ran his hand over his head, before making his way over to them.

"You ok?" He questioned her concern evident in his voice. Max looked up and nodded her head slowly.

"Been better" Dean nodded his head, completely agreeing with her, he felt like crap himself, his head was killing him, and he could sleep for days. The demon was really beginning to mess with all of their heads, and he just wanted it over already, so they could all get on with their lives.

His eyes stayed over to Jo who refused to meet his eye and he could tell she was finding it hard to be stood near him. He shook his head, annoyed that she thought she had done something wrong. Sure she had shot his brother, but in the given circumstances, he understood it, after all he was about to do it himself.

"Max is right you did good Jo, you should be proud of yourself" Dean stated with conviction, and Jo turned to him and nodded her head smiling slightly now she knew they weren't going to treat her different.

"But you could have done better" Jo snapped her gaze down to Max and furrowed her brow in confusion, slightly hurt.

"We all could have…………we had out asses handed us today. We need to know more about what were up against, this thing is playing with us, and we're losing"

John finished dressing the wound on her head, and turned to face his son and nodded his head in agreement a grim look over his face.

"She's right, we're nothing more then pawns to the demon and he can manipulate each one of us. It knows too much about us, he knows what to say, and who to go after. We need to know more about him, and we need to know a way to kill him, or as much as I don't want to say it if we don't find a way to kill him and quick, we don't find away to get of the radar even from the supernatural world, we're dead"

Dean sighed he knew what he dad was saying was the truth, knew that they were gonna die if they didn't do anything fast, he ran his hand over his face, and turned his gaze onto Max, who nodded and smiled, before blushing and turning away.

"I think I can help you with that" Everyone turned to see Sam making his way into the bar