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Chapter 7: Joker On Jack

Joshua leaned against the window, careful of the salt lining the sill. His phone rang and he pulled it from his pocket. "This is Joshua." He waited a second. "Yeah, thanks for the tip. Good, man. We'll see ya then." Joshua's cell crackled as thunder rumbled low outside, obscuring Ben's last sentence. He moved away from the window.

"He'll be here soon?"

"Thirty five minutes." Dean cast a glance at his brother's dry, flushed face. Sam flinched whenever thunder clapped overhead, eyes moving beneath the shadowed, sunken lids. His cracked lips were moving in a whisper. Dean, only by leaning close was able to catch bits of words, Sam's pleas, begging for water, only to shy away and grimace as if he'd been made to drink something awful. Sam begging for freedom, begging for Dean. He suddenly gagged and snapped awake, scrabbling to sit up. Dean grabbed for him and leaned him over the edge of the bed, allowing him to vomit in the wastebasket Josh had emptied once already. "Ben said that if he keeps throwin' up to grind two Tylenol up and give 'em to him in a tablespoon of milk."

"Milk? Don't think that's on the list of what's in the fridge, Josh."

"Smartass." Josh rolled his eyes.

"Look, I can use some air, I'll see if I can get some. Can ya stay with him?"

"Do you even have to ask?" Dean shrugged into his jacket and left the room, part of him glad to be able to stretch his legs and the other part screaming for him to turn around and run back to his brother as fast as he could. Dean forced himself to keep walking towards the office, raising his collar against the suddenly chilly wind. He opened the door, the bells tied to it chiming wildly as they bounced off the glass. A young woman with deep brown, almost black, hair glanced up from the book she was reading.

"Hi."

"Hey. Um, this might sound really stupid, but do you know where I can get a little milk without leaving? My brother's sick and it helps to settle his stomach."

"I have some upstairs in my apartment. You just want a cup full?"

"That would be great."

"I'll get it for you." She walked off, Dean watching appreciatively as she climbed the stairs. She returned with a juice glass full of milk and handed it to Dean.

"Thanks." Dean turned to leave.

"Sure thing…sugar."

Dean turned back just in time to see her eyes bleed black. Thunder rumbled heavily overhead, shaking the artificial plants that hung on the walls in sconces. The glass flew from Dean's hand and shattered as she lifted her head and Dean felt himself flying backwards. His back smacked off a picture frame as it hit the wall, sending pain through his right shoulder and more glass and gaudily painted picture frame to the floor, shattering on his boots.

"Gah! You bitch!"

"Now, now. That's not very nice. You didn't learn your lesson from the church?" As she stepped closer to him the pressure on his chest increased, knocking the air from his lungs. He groaned.

"I sent you…back…to hell."

"Nnoo, you sent my sister back there. Father isn't pleased with you Dean."

"Go to…" his words were choked off as she held up a hand, clenching a fist over his heart. "AARGH!"

She released him slightly, his head drooping to his chest as he heaved in air by the precious lung full. "Feel familiar? Daddy taught me that little trick."

"Yellow Eyes?" Dean puffed. "Makes sense, you act like such a good puppy, quick learner and all."

"You arrogant piece of…" She raised a hand again and walked closer to him. He gasped, feeling like he was being pressed into the wall. He felt his nose begin to bleed and he fought to raise fear filled greens in her direction.

"He's coming for Sammy, Dean. He wants his favorite by his side."

"Wh-what?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

"ACE!" Joshua barked, voice drowned out by thunder. He flung Holy Water at the demon and she shrieked. Joshua began chanting an exorcism and cut off when black smoke spewed from her mouth and seeped through a vent in the wall. The host fell to the floor, unmoving.

Dean slid down the wall, coughing, blood dripping from his nose down over his lips. Joshua crouched beside him. "Ya alright?"

"S-sammy?"

"He's safe in the room. C'mon." Joshua helped Dean stand and steadied him until he pulled away, headed for the room. His cell rang and he yanked it from his pocket.

"Yeah Bobby?"

"Kid, I'm an hour out. You got a horde o' demons 'bout to come down on you! Was listenin' to the radio an' there's more sign all around your location. 'Nother pentagram Dean. Get secure. I'm on my way to you!" Bobby ended the call and Dean looked at Joshua.

"There's more of 'em." Dean said, breaking into a sprint for the door. He got within ten feet and three male demons stepped out of the darkness. His weight shifted backwards as he skidded feet first to a stop.

The demons stepped forward, two of them grabbing Dean by the arms, the third plowing a fist into Dean's gut, doubling him over with a pained grunt and a whoosh of lost breath.

"Dean!"

The older hunter powered in like a locomotive, barreling into the demon who'd punched Dean, taking him to the ground. The demon rolled on Joshua, slamming his head into the sidewalk. Blood blossomed on the concrete, but Josh delivered another punch to the demon's chin, swiftly followed by a kick to the back and a buck, dislodging the demon as Josh fought his way from beneath him. Dean, still sagging between the demons finally got the strength back to get an arm free. He punched one in the nose and caught the other with a back hand to the throat. He began chanting an exorcism only to be kicked in the chest and knocked to the pavement.

A red van pulled to a hasty halt in the parking lot, ignored by demons and hunters alike. A slim, well built blond man slipped from the driver's seat, seeing the commotion in front of a wing of the motel. He looked through the faces, seeing one he recognized on the ground, with a dog pile of wild looking men and women on top of him.

"JOSH!" Ben Wyatt bellowed, taking three running steps towards the downed man before he felt hands close on the sides of his head and whip it to the side. A pop and his body seeming to disappear was the last thing he felt. His body dropped to the pavement.

Tires shrieked to a stop, the armored truck clattering up and over a curb as Bobby slammed the brakes and whipped the wheel into the parking lot. The demons turned at the noise, Dean laying on the pavement between them, Joshua nearby, groaning and curling in on himself to shield his abused ribs. They rushed the truck, hissing and shrieking when they came into contact with iron panels coated in salt and holy water. The box truck rocked beneath their onslaught, but remained intact. Bobby picked up the microphone for the CB radio mounted on the dash and a shrill ringing like a poorly adjusted high school loudspeaker filled the air around the motel, followed by Bobby's gruff voice.

"Exorcizo te, immundissime spiritus, omnis incursio adversarii, omne phantasma, omnis legio, in nomine Domini nostri Jesu Christi eradicare…" Bobby hit the lever for the windshield washer fluid as demons scrambled onto the hood and tried to kick their way through the glass. Flesh sizzled as holy water pushed from the jets and coated the demons. Some fell off the hood, screaming and cursing, others jumping on the roof of the box truck to resume their attack, still steaming. "…et effugare ab hoc plasmate Dei. Ipse tibi imperat, qui te de supernis caelorum in inferiora terrae demergi praecepit." Bobby remained strong, the truck rocking around him, but he never missed a beat in the long ago memorized exorcism. The sky around him began to darken with expelled black smoke as the lesser demons were unable to withstand his assault.

Joshua pushed to his feet and staggered to Dean's side, pulling the groggy hunter upright. They made their way into the motel room and back to Sam. Dean managed to stand on his own as he crossed the threshold, bleary eyes immediately seeking his brother.

"HEY!"

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