The thought of my 16 year old "baby" brother (who actually is two inches taller then me) attacking Mai? It rushed through my mind so fast and hard I thought I'd just gotten shot in the head.

"Let's tie her up," Sam said slowly.

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JJ's Point of View!

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Maison's screams were agonizing.

"I DON'T HAVE IT!" She cried, barely able to choke the words out, yet screaming them as loud as her high pitched voice could handle.

I was sitting in the kitchen, the complete opposite side of the house as the garage, where they were tying Maison up, and it wasn't far enough.

I wanted to escape everything.

The boys had decided all they could do with Maison was secure her so that when the side effects hit her, she'd be contained, and unable to get to any of us.

But she was still normal. She was still her insecure, unstable self, screaming for help.

And it hurt not only her, but me.

I sat on one of the barstools, staring at the clock. I couldn't believe it was already 5:00 A.M.

I should be hitting the snooze button on my alarm, not listening to my friends agonizing pleas for help.

I placed my hands over my ears. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't do this anymore. I wanted my mom. I wanted my dad. I wanted my best friend. I wanted everything to be normal again.

I relaxed in the silence.

It was a good minute before I realized that my hands wouldn't change the screams volume so much. I leaned up, placing my hands back in my lap.

Maison had stopped screaming.

My brain aroused with questions, so I slowly scooted myself off of the chair. Should I go out? Go back to reality?

Slowly I placed my feet in front of one another and worked myself to the kitchen entrance. Peering out, I saw no one. I walked out.

Everyone had left. Not the house, just, split up. Dean and Sam were in the garage with Maison, Thomas had, well, I don't know where Thomas went. After Maison had said Shepherd was the one who attacked her, he wouldn't talk. Now that I think about it, none of us really said anything other then Mai, and she had been screaming.

I'm pretty sure West was somewhere upstairs trying to escape her cries like I had been.

"Hello?" I quietly asked. So quiet it was barely above a whisper. I don't know why I said it, I just wanted comfort. But no one was there to comfort me.

"JJ?"

I turned at Sam's voice. He was walking down the hallway with Dean, their faces flushed. I knew what they'd just done was hard. Gosh, it must have been hard.

"Is she okay?" I asked weakly.

Sam nodded. "Okay as she's going to get for now."

"Does she have it?"

Sam's voice was hollow. "She has to have it."

"You didn't have it though!" I cried. "Maybe she's like you maybe she's immune-"

"She's not. Okay? She's lucky she's not." Sam bit down on his lip, hard. I shouldn't of brought that up. Regret flushed through me.

I broke the silence by asking them what had happened. "She wouldn't tell us," Dean's rough voice informed. "But we're pretty sure that the Thomas kid's brother infected her. So, I'm assuming that everyone, or most people at the party got it."

I nodded.

And then I realized that didn't make sense.

I shivered a little bit, then said, "…but Maison wasn't at the party."

It hit the boys too. They looked at the floor for a moment, thinking.

"So somehow he got to Maison's house and infected her there?" Nothing was making sense.

Sam shook his head. "I have no clue. We need to figure this out."

I nodded, then started tugging on my braid. "I'll go get Thomas and West."

"West!" I called, making my way up the circular staircase.

I called his name one more time, when I knew he'd be able to hear me. He didn't answer, and I knew he wouldn't.

Finally I found him in Thomas' room. I'd expected Thomas to be in there, not West.

He sat in the corner, his sandy colored locks falling over his eyes.

"Hey," I said softly, sitting on the bed. The mattress was smooth and my body sunk into it. It made me want to curl up and go to sleep.

He didn't look up. I chewed on my lip, thinking what to do.

"Um….you think you could come downstairs?"

No answer.

I tried everything, even resorting to trying to bribe him with food. When he didn't reply to that, I knew there was no hope.

I got up, and weariness washed over me. Oh how I wanted to just go to sleep and never wake up again.

"Uh, um…I'll be downstairs…ya know…..you should come if you, feel like it?"

After a moment I walked out, closing the door behind me.

If I had a sister, and then found out she was going to go insane and try and kill everyone any minute, I wouldn't really be in the talking mood. So I couldn't blame the boy.

Taking a deep breath, I called out for Thomas.

I have to go through this again, I thought when he didn't answer. So, checking each room, I walked through all of the second floor and was on the first door on the third when I saw him at the end of the hall-in Shepherd's room.

He was holding something silver. I couldn't make it out.

He was crying. Out of everything that had happened tonight, the tears had finally gotten to him.

I didn't want to interrupt him, I wanted to let him have his moment, but something urged me to go in anyway.

I softly patted on the open door. He looked up from the object.

"Hey."

He tried to do a fake smile, but his eyes were so swelled and teary it didn't look any different then a frown.

Walking over to him, I peered at the object. I held my breath as I realized it was a photo frame, with a picture of him and Shep when they were babies.

They both had football jersey's on. It was just the backs of their heads. It made me smile for a moment, seeing how long Thomas' hair was even then. In the photo, Shep had barely any hair.

"Hey Jay." Thomas voice broke me out of my thought.

I was a bit shocked he actually spoke to me, I was thinking he would be similar to West, not open for a word. Instead, he looked up at me, setting the photo down on his nightstand. I pushed a strand of loose hair behind my ear. "Hey…um, they want us all downstairs…" I stared at my feet, unable to make eye contact.

"Kay." He pushed up, propelling his feet onto the floor and standing up.

We both walked down the stairs silently.

We found Sam and Dean both sitting at the dining table in the main hall. Dean had his head resting in his hands, his face down, and Sam sat in the chair across from him.

"West won't come down," I softly said, and they both looked up to me. Seeing Thomas, they appeared the slightest bit relieved.

"Well at least one did," Dean said, lifting his head off of his hands and crossing them on the table. "Okay. We need to figure out what's going on."

I sat in a chair on the other end of the 8-person table, and moments later Thomas placed himself in the one next to me.

"Side effects took about four hours, right? Or was that just being able to tell if someone was infected?" Sam furrowed his brow trying to remember what had happened years ago.

"I don't remember," Dean said. "But let's just say it's both. And that M…."

"Maison," I said.

"Yeah, Maison girl," Dean continued, his arms still crossed. "She hasn't, attacked any of us yet, and It's been a while since she was attacked."

Thomas coughed a little bit, his face still swelled. "How did my brother attack her?" His voice was shallow and slow.

I shook my head, trying to recall everything that my mom had told me had happened. "Um…..I don't think I told you guys, but when I was on the phone with my mom, she said that my dad, your dad," I looked at Thomas, who was listening to what I said. "And Maison's dad al went to Maison's house. Unless she was lying, I don't think so though."

Thomas nodded. "So maybe Shep went with my dad. What about my mom?"

"And what about all of our parents? I mean, where are our dads?"

"They probably got infected, obviously if Shepherd did."

"So then Shepherd attacked Maison at her house."

"Right."

The voices stopped, all of us thinking. "Wait," I said, "Maybe Mai saw our parents, if she saw Shepherd."

Thomas blinked. I turned my look to Sam and Dean, who were both staring at each other. "How would we find out?" Thomas asked.

I chewed on my lip. I wanted to ask, I just didn't know if they would be okay with the idea. I highly doubted it. Finally I got the gut to do it. "I'll go ask her."

Dean and Sam both looked at me. "No." Dean answered quickly yet strongly. "No way. She's bound with ropes, and I mean we had gloves on. We probably didn't do our best job."

"Well someone come with me then, you protect me." It sounded so stupid out loud. Goodness, thoughts do sound better in your head then when they actually come out your mouth.

Dean his chin on his palms again, deep in thought, questioning the idea.

"Please," I asked once more, quietly.

After a moment, Dean gave in. "Fine. I'll go with you. I guess this is the only way to figure out what happened."

Sam told us he'd stay with Thomas, so I backed up my chair and stood up. For some reason my heart was pounding. Just think your going in to talk to your best friend normally, like at a sleepover.

Dean got up too, shoving the chair back quicker and I flinched a little bit, hearing it screech the wooden floor. Not that it would matter to the Padalecki's anyway. I'm sure all Thomas was worried about was getting his parents and brother back, not some scratch on wood.

"Coming, sunshine?" Dean asked, and I looked up, realizing he'd already started walking down the hallway.

"Huh? Oh, yeah."

As we walked I decided it would be a good time to bring up the questions I'd been wanting to ask.

"Is my mom still out there?" I said, tugging on my tee. "I mean, could she be normal again? Doesn't it go on and off?"

Dean shrugged. "That happened when Sam and I experienced it, but I dunno if it happens every time. We only saw, maybe three people that actually had it? I can't really remember, it was a little while ago."

I nodded. "But, why don't we go catch my mom and tie her up like Maison and wait for her to get better?"

Dean stopped. "I don't know if anyone's going to get better."

I felt pressure on the back of my eyeballs. Tears pressed to get out, at the mention of my mom, not coming back. Not getting better.

But I swallowed hard, and it rushed…hope…. into me. Mom always said to look on the bright side. Like the cup is half full. So I did.

"My mom is going to get better. And so is Maison. And Shep. And whoever else has it-." I closed my lids. "They're going to get better."

Pursing his lips, I could see in Dean's eyes he was proud with what I had just said. "You're right girly."

I smiled back a little bit, weakly, knowing it was just my lips moving. Nothing inside of me had the slightest bit of joy that I had had an hour ago while we were watching Dean and Sam's interesting reactions to the French Mistake.

Now, I felt so weak, so young, so desperate for my parents. I just wanted a hug, whether it sounded stupid and cheesy or not.

Dean blinked. "You were raised pretty well. Looks like Jensen did a good job."

I flushed a little bit from the compliment. I've never been good with compliments. If someone says, "I like your hair?" I subconsciously look behind me to see if they're talking to someone else. I hate my hair, the reddish tint in the light brown. If I did somehow realize they were talking to me, I'd stumble of my words and say something stupid like "you're welcome," or just SOMETHING lame.

"Uh….thanks?" I tried.

Dean grinned. I watched as he placed his palm around the silver knob on the door to enter then garage. Tensing a little bit, I wondered what Maison would look like. How would I react? Is it possible she had already gone insane and was running around in the garage like some animal?

But when Dean gently flung the door open it answered my all of my frustrating questions.

She was gone.

Will upload Saturday or next Wednesday. Thanks for reading!