Oh boy. Here's the big chapter.

And I don't like how it turned out.

Trust me, I tried, I stayed up extrememly late rewriting this. I rewrote it 2x before settling on this. Anyways, hope you enjoy! Please review, favorite & follow. (reviews mean the most to me, though. :)

My mind spun. Everything turned dark again. I blinked, and bright stars began to appear through the blackness.

Finally my vision came to and my mind confirmed that I was over by the door. I looked towards the table where I had been just seconds ago.

Dean was standing up, and I noticed a streak of blood running from his forehead down the side of his cheek. The thought of blood made my shiver, then almost caused me to gasp when I realized that I had a heaping amount of it pouring from my body, too. Almost instantly once I thought about it, pain exploded in what felt like every inch of my body.

I groaned what should of sounded like a scream, but ended up just sounding like a faint grunt. Looking up towards Dean, I saw he had already ran to Sam.

Stretching one arm out, Dean's face turned a darker shade of red as Sam grabbed onto it. I guessed his arm was injured. Sam stood up instantly, then his eyes turned wide as he looked at something near the kitchen door.

My mind began to clear. Where was JJ?

Sam ran over quickly, Dean following, and the both of them bent down instantly around –

JJ. Her body was crumpled on the floor, motionless.

All my thoughts were lost. The pain was the aching of my injuries was now the last thing on my mind. "Justice!" Sam said, his hands reaching towards her neck to check for a pulse. My body screamed. I needed to get up.

Placing my hand down on the floor to boost myself up, my vision blackened from the pain. Sharpness ran alongside my fingertips. It took everything inside of me to get myself up on my feet. Even then, I wasn't up, just bent in an uncomfortable kneeling position. My mind shouted JJ's name. I looked towards her again.

"She's alive," Sam said, relief coating his voice.

"Where's Thomas?" Dean asked, his breaths shallow.

"Over here," I squeaked. As I moved my lips for the first time I tasted a metallic taste, and knew it was blood. I blinked, my eyelids heavy.

The boys got up. Dean tightened one hand on his knife, then ran a hand over his face while scanning the room. The bright red blood smeared around his already flushed cheeks.

"Can you move?" Sam asked cautiously as they got closer. I nodded my head, surprisingly not feeling any pain while doing so.

"I think my arm is broken…." I swallowed. Although every part of myself burned, I'm pretty sure I was okay everywhere but my arm, which was bent at an awkward angle and turning a light shade of purple. I felt myself becoming dizzy again as I looked at it. I squinted, turning my head quickly. It was almost as if the sight was worse then the actual pain.

"Well don't move it," Sam said. Suddenly, his voice was cut off as a gust of wind burst through the house, dragging Sam and Dean with it. I tried to grasp what was happening as I watched the back of Dean's head hit the window ledge with a sickening crunch. He moaned with agony as his limp body crumpled to the ground.

"Dean!" Sam screamed. He barely had time to get the word out before he was smashed into the opposite wall, his eyes growing dim as he slipped out of consciousness.

The world spun around me as I questioned if Dean, Sam, and Justice-were dead. The demon was trying to kill everyone in the world, and so far, it was succeeding. The sight of the three lifeless people throughout the room didn't make me feel better.

Out of nowhere I noticed I was the only person left.

The only one awake. The only person left to get.

My breaths sped up as I felt my skin growing sticky from sweat. I blinked rapidly, my eyes dashing back and forth throughout the room. Dean, Sam, and JJ. All of them were passed out.

Suddenly I felt myself being pushed back against the wall. I was being squished, and I started to scream, but before I could my throat began to get tight. It started with just a pulse, but then my air was cut off completely. It was like I was being strangled to death, but no one was there doing the strangling.

I knew it was there, who knows how close or how far away, but somehow it was invisible.

My thoughts swirled. I tried to move my arms, somehow push the hands choking me away, but I couldn't move them. My eyes bulged as my sight darkened, stars of faded colors swarming around my vision. My fingers tightened. My lungs burned like they were on fire. Everything inside of me collapsed. I was losing the fight and whatever was….choking me….was winning.

The darkness closed around my eyes. I couldn't make anything out. All I could see was the silhouette of some sort of charred, dark shadow standing on the other side of the room, an arm outstretched towards me.

I'd thought of dying but couldn't of even imagined this. The shadow jerked towards at an unnatural speed, growing closer to me. The burning inside of me screamed for air. My neck began turning numb, but the pain didn't cease.

I don't know how I was still alive.

I should be dead by now. It should be over.

I opened my eyes. I knew it would be the last time ever doing so.

The shadow was inches from my face now. Somehow I was seeing clearly again-maybe I was already dead and just….dreaming….

I knew it wasn't a shadow. It was a demon, the Croatoan demon. It's dark eyes peered into mine. I stared back at him.

The eyes suddenly turned from black emptiness to normal eyes. Blue eyes. A normal man. Orange lights began to flicker inside of the eyes, like fire, burning, and then it spread, through his face, his mouth moving to a silent scream. I could feel the heat from his face as it looked like it exploded.

Out of no where I felt impact. I landed hard on the ground. A violet vibration began shaking my mind. My eyes jerked open, looking up to see the demon itself fall to the floor alongside me.

And behind it stood JJ.

My lungs gasped for their first breath of air, and I focused on her. I don't know what had just happened, but all I knew is that she was okay. She was alive. That's all that mattered.

The pain flushed back. I took one more breath before slipping into unconsciousness.

XXXXXXXXXXX JJ'S POINT OF VIEW XXXXXXXXXXX

I stood there. I couldn't move. My eyes went back and forth from the blade in my hands and the body crumpled on the floor.

The reality of what I had just done sent a stream of panic through me. The knife fell instantly as I loosened my numb fingers. It clattered to the ground, landing with a crash.

My heart throbbed. But it wasn't until I saw Thomas when I lost it. His body was still. "Thomas?" I squeaked. I couldn't even hear my own voice over the vibrant pounding of my heart. "Thomas!" I said, my voice rising to a scream.

The room spun as my knees buckled then I fell to the ground, reaching my hands up to my face.

Tears fogged my vision as I looked at my best friend, laying there, motionless. Memories flushed through my mind. Me waking up, unaware of what was going on. All I knew was that Dean and Sam were unconscious and someone was killing Tom. I had picked up the blade in the middle of the floor that one of the boys must of lost hold on. I didn't even realize what I was doing until the knife was in the man's neck. The only thing that had crossed my mind is that he was killing Thomas and I had to stop him. I closed my eyes shut, tears streaming from my lids. I couldn't look anywhere without needing to scream again.

Thomas, Dean, Sam.

"JJ?!"

A voice rang through my ears. My Dad. It sounded real. I cried harder. I don't know what sick tricks my mind was playing on me, but they weren't funny. Suddenly I heard the voice more clearly, and looked behind me, my bangs hitting my wet cheeks as I turned. Dean stood up, his body hunched, covered with sweat. I remembered my dad was gone. I don't know why I thought it was him.

Dean turned to where Sam lay, and I realized he was breathing, just knocked out.

Relief flowed through me and part of the numbness left my body. Dean instantly put a hand up to the back of his hand and pulled it away. He cringed when he saw blood, and groaned as if he was just now feeling the pain.

"What happened?" My voice was quiet, emotionless.

Dean shook his head, looking at the floor. He rubbed his eyes, his body looking like he was still fighting to stay conscious. Whatever he hit his head on, he must of hit hard.

Dean glanced up. I knew he was looking behind me, at Thomas' body. I swallowed. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't see him lying there.

Tears pressed on my eyes again as Dean slowly walked over to me, bending down right beside me. He placed a hand under my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Are you okay?" His voice was kind and soft, yet serious. Just like Dad's.

I nodded, stifling on my tears. "Why'd he have to die…." I mumbled.

Dean frowned. "The demon?"

"What?" I asked, reacting too quickly.

"Do you mean…" Dean turned his head towards Tom. "He's alive, Justice." he said, looking back at me concerned.

I almost felt embarrassed as I saw Thomas' chest rising and falling so noticeably, but didn't even care. I stifled a cry.

He was okay. I wondered if Thomas had thought the same about me when I was unconscious.

"Thomas?" I leaned over, placing a hand on his face. I gently shook him. He didn't wake up. I bit my lip. He surely was breathing, but that doesn't mean he was safe. He was being strangled for a good 20 seconds before I got to him. And who knows how much longer before that.

"Are you sure he's okay?" I asked Dean. I didn't get an answer instantly and turned, about to ask the question again. Dean was hunched over, picking up his blade. He wiped the blood on his pocket. His face was gloated with concern. But I trusted the man knew what he was doing. "Thomas will be fine." He peered at me again. "JJ, did you…..kill him?"

I bit down harder on my lip, the taste of blood dangling on my tongue. "I didn't know what to do!" I cried. "He was hurting Thomas and I-"

Dean squeezed my shoulder. "You did the right thing JJ."

Suddenly we were interrupted by a sharp scream. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I knew that voice. Dean and I both looked at each other and I knew he had the same recognition.

"Maison?"

Alright. So, the next couple of chapters are going to be kind of like clearing everything up. Lot's of happiness:D (Which I'm excited about because there hasn't been too much of that recently) But don't get your hopes up too much, there's going to be SOME sadness. (Dean and Sam have to go home eventually, right?)

P. S, to anyone who read this chapter before 12-21-14, I apologize so much because it was a mess. I went back and fixed all the typos (at least I think I got everything) Anyways, I am so sorry I didn't check it before I posted.

Don't forget to review! x