Make All the Rain Explode

Dean was still sitting in the motel room chair just staring at the two figures in the beds when Sam began to moan in his sleep. Before Dean could even consider waking him up he began to thrash, tangling himself up in the sheets which made the thrashing even more violent. Dean jumped out of the chair, intending to wake Sam but he didn't make it over to the side of the bed in time to keep Sam from throwing himself onto the floor and very nearly hitting his head on the corner of the nightstand.

"Easy, Sam. You're safe. Calm down." It took a bit of doing, but Dean managed to get himself wedged in the corner with Sam huddled on the floor in front of him and leaning back against his chest. Dean grimaced when Sam's only reaction was to tuck his head in under Dean's chin, tears falling quietly onto Dean's shirt.

Dean kept one hand moving slowly over Sam's back, waiting as patiently as he could for Sam to calm down enough to tell him what the nightmare had been about. Under other circumstances he would have just left it alone, but considering just how bad the nightmare must have been he was afraid that letting Sam keep quiet would just make things worse.

"It was horrible, Dean."

Dean was absently aware of Jack opening his eyes and propping himself up slightly, but almost all of his attention was focused on Sam. "Can you tell me what the nightmare was about, Sammy?"

It was a sign of just how shaken Sam was that he didn't protest the nickname. "It was one of the snake's memories. She was leading an army, and they completely razed the village. They killed everyone they saw: men, women and children. Blood was splashing all across her face, and she just laughed. She was slaughtering innocent people, and she got off on it."

If the rest of the memories that snake thing had stuck in Sam's head were anything like that one, neither Sam nor Dean would be getting much sleep for a long time. Dean glanced at Jack over the edge of the bed. "You sure those things are aliens, 'cause that sounds like a demon to me."

"They're aliens who came to Earth and took over the identities of local gods. I even ran into one who claimed to be the devil who had his own hell planet." Jack paused. "Okay, so that was the old me, but still. My guess is the snake that was in Sam was one of the ones who decided to be death gods or war gods or something."

Dean glanced back down at Sam who was still trembling slightly in his arms. "Sammy? I don't suppose you got a name with all that other shit, did you? Might help us figure out what we're dealing with here."

"Enyo." Sam shuddered, but raised his head to look at Dean. "Her name was Enyo. She was the Greek goddess of horror, going to battle covered in blood along with her brother Ares, and his sons Phobos and Deimos: the gods of war, fear and dread. She was called the 'Waster of Cities' and loved nothing more than destroying entire towns."

For a moment all Dean could do was blink. "You got all that from the snake thing?"

Sam shook his head then tucked himself back under Dean's chin. "Some I got from the snake. Most of it I got from a mythology class at Stanford."

Dean couldn't help a snort of laughter at that. "You are such a geek, Sammy. You have any idea what she was doing here?"

"I don't think she had an actual plan or anything. She just found out about my abilities somehow and decided that if she took me as a host she could go on a bloody rampage."

Jack suddenly sat up with a wince of pain. "Abilities? Are we talking 'moving things with your mind' abilities, 'seeing things before they happen' abilities, or what?"

Sam jerked his head up, pulling away from Dean's grip slightly. "You've heard about this kind of thing before? Is that what they meant about your gifts, that you can do it, too? Or were they talking about your being a clone?"

Jack grimaced, running a shaky hand through his hair. "I have no idea how they would have found out about the clone thing. In fact, besides the two of you, there are less than ten people on the entire planet who know I even exist." He sighed. "As for the other stuff, one of the Goa'uld experimented on Cassie, messed with her DNA so that she could control magnetic fields and make things move that way."

Dean's voice was tight and he had already tightened his hold on Sam. "And the visions? What do you know about those?"

"The same snake who experimented on Cassie did the same thing to Jonas. The doc said the visions were a symptom of a tumor in his brain that would have killed him if she hadn't removed it." Jack flopped back onto the bed and flung his arm over his eyes. "All because some self-important snake wanted to make a better host."

Sam's voice was haunted when he finally spoke. "That's why she wanted me. Because I have the kind of abilities that they'd been trying to create."

Dean frowned, mind running furiously. "That's not the part that's worrying me, Sammy. I mean, the bitch snake is dead. What I want to know is how the fuck did she find out about you in the first place? I mean, you haven't even had these abilities that long."

Sam went completely still. "You don't think she had some sort of connection to the Demon, do you? Or maybe not even him, but some other demon?"

Dean shook his head automatically. "I doubt it. Besides, isn't that the kind of thing you'd have gotten from her along with all that other stuff?"

Sam was still frowning, but some of the tension had gone out of him. "You may be right. That still doesn't tell us how she found out about me, or Jack for that matter. If only ten people know about him, how'd she know he was special too? It just doesn't make any sense, Dean."

"I know, Sammy. I know." Dean sighed, grimacing when he shifted and realized that his legs were asleep. "Let's get you back up in bed before my legs fall off and try to get a little more sleep. Maybe things will make more sense later."

Jack snorted as he rolled over to face the wall. "I doubt it. I've got to agree about the getting more sleep part, though. More sleep is always a winning plan in my book."

Dean chuckled quietly. "You heard him, Sam. We'll figure all of this out in the morning. Or at the very least, we'll try really hard to figure it out."

"All right, all right. You've convinced me." Sam pushed himself up and tumbled onto the bed, being careful not to step on Dean.

For his part, Dean just stayed on the floor for a while, waiting for the feeling to come back into his legs and watching Sam try to sleep.