Author's Note:

Fpwoper thank you, that made me laugh.

Also this is the second update of the day, please don't miss 'The King' chapter ;)

-"Say Something, I'm giving up on you"-

Playboy Mommy World: Part 2

Sam watched the fight unfold as if he were numb; Dean and Jet went blow for blow and nothing seemed to be effective. The monster in Jet brought his strength much higher than it should have been, he matched Dean's somehow and Sam couldn't wrap his mind around it. Did it destroy Jet's body to do that? How did this Imperator even get in? He wanted to talk to Jet, needed to talk to him again.

"I'll catch up."

'Part of you did but this doesn't count,' He thought miserably to himself, Jet's words fluttered in his mind and vanished as quickly as they'd come. "Cas, you should help." He looked over at his friend but the priest shook his head.

"Dean wants me to watch out for you, he can handle Jet he just needs to get a chance to dispel the Imperator from inside." Cas explained calmly though his face was as tense as Sam's felt.

"You'd be more effective together, I'll be fine." Sam pressed, "Please just save him, don't worry about me okay?"

Castiel examined him sadly, "You're right but… I can't leave you when something like this is going on."

"I was never meant to be here, just do it!" Sam shouted and his conviction struck Castiel, the look on his face and force of his words pushed Cas forward. For Cas it was a matter of what would he want if he were Sam? Sam couldn't do any of it himself, he couldn't stop Jet, he couldn't hold Jet down and scream at him so who did he depend on? He depended on Castiel and on his big brother to do it for him. He needed Cas to move.

Castiel remembered the vision in Futurum, how Sam had been knelt next to Dean's body and Cas was left to face the creature. It was different this time, everything would be different and Cas wouldn't make the same mistake his vision-self had. The high priest dashed ahead to connect an attack of his own to Dean's, a combined assault of magic and brute force to send Jet flying backward into the rubble again.

"Cas, you should be watching Sam!" Dean protested but stopped when he saw the look on his lover's face.

"I won't let you face a foe on your own, not if I can help it."

"But-"

"No buts, Dean. Like I said before, if Jet poses a real threat I won't disrespect him by allowing him to hurt the people he loves against his will. And I absolutely refuse to watch you or Sam die again." Castiel turned to watch the Imperator again, "We'll do this together."

Dean nodded and stood at his partner's side. Jet's laughter echoed again, his body awkwardly pulled itself upright and he looked at them with a strained smile, "You two are adorable, you know that? High Priests of the Faith. What a load of bullshit, you're not anything and you know it! Let me guess, those bastard versions of you said you were special, didn't they?"

Neither priest spoke as they slowly stalked forward; Dean's weapon coated his arm like a shield and a battering ram while Castiel kept to his magic. Imperator watched them and shook his head, "When do you think that prophesy started?"

"You haven't been punched enough to start spewing evil plans and shit," Dean retorted which only made Jet laugh again.

"I like you, Dean." It said and sent a shiver down Dean's spine, Jet's voice shouldn't have sounded like that. "So I'll tell you what's going on, your counterparts knew they had no chance so they made up that prophesy crap."

"You're full of it." Cas spat irately, "Just shut up, no one here wants to listen to your crap."

"But don't you want to know how this all ends?"

They hesitated but Dean smiled at him, "We know how it ends and the best part about that is knowing you won't be there."

"That's where you're wrong, it all ends with me." The tone he used was reminiscent of the same threatening level Jet had displayed on countless occasions, maybe that was because Jet was still there. Or just a result of his vocal chords.

The ground cracked again and all three Winchesters cursed under their breath, each praying for a lack of gigas. They got their collective wish; the ground broke apart and even started to levitate around them. Castiel wound back and launched several energy blasts Jet's way but they were deflected in front of him like nothing. Cas glared at their opponent, "What the hell was that?"

"Let me," Dean bolted and propelled his fist right into Jet's stomach. The Imperator lurched forward and doubled over itself, leaving Dean to believe he'd accomplished something.

"My turn." It gargled and snapped its hand up to grasp Dean's throat, the priest hacked and tried to stumble back but he couldn't quite move.

"Dean!" Castiel cried and ran the short distance between them. His hands lit up as power surged through his fingers up to his elbows, Jet tilted his head to grin at Cas and threw Dean into his path. The two collided like a high-speed crash and both tumbled to the ground. They quickly reoriented themselves and looked up to see the twisted face of their friend as he leered down at them.

"I thought you two were part of some legend?" He taunted, his eyes flickered into a bright glowing orb, as his mouth appeared to split his face with the same light. It disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving Jet's face the same as it had been. "Shame you can't seem to land a hit."

Cas snarled and lunged at him again, Dean's attack right behind and in quick succession they smote Jet back to the dirt. He wheezed and rolled onto his hands and knees, the dust hadn't even settled yet. "Damn, you hit hard when you're mad."

Dean cracked his neck as he strode toward Jet's side, "You know it's kind of sad that you don't know how to fight properly. Jet used to be the best scrapper I knew."

The Imperator looked up at him, that same twisted smile on its lips, "Jet never had magic to play with." He whispered as that strange darkness dripped from his eyes and evaporated into the air around him, making it thick and difficult to breathe. Dean tried his best not to inhale that shit but breathing wasn't really an option, even as a priest.

It created smog around them that held the same feeling the Void ever had, it was heavy and oppressive and worse than even In Somniantes had felt. Dean coughed and fought the uneasiness on his feet. He could hear Cas call for him but it was so muffled and strained that he couldn't quite understand. The dizziness continued and soon he found himself on his knees, the world around him getting blurrier than it already was.

As Dean passed out Castiel fastened a mask over his face from his coat, it kept out the toxins that the Imperator had released. And while Dean had already succumbed to them Cas could at least save him from any more getting in.

"You are such strange things to me, humans I get but high priests? Some of you are so wicked smart and then there's ones like him who forget they haven an arsenal in their fucking jacket." Jet sneered with a laugh, "Which one are you, Castiel?"

"I'm still standing, aren't I?" Cas growled as he drew his Pernach mace and wheel-lock pistol, this time he meant business.

"Yeah but you're also still here." The Imperator raised his arms to gesture to the world as his face glowed again before the dark mist escaped and blackened it out. "I'm the king of the Void, I rule down there and I have existed far longer than anything else you've ever met. You should have run when you had the chance."

Cas' lip pulled up in a snarl as he cocked his gun, a swell of energy reverberated inside as he readied a magic filled shot. "I'm sorry Sam," he muttered right before he fired.

For Sam it was like a slow motion nightmare, it didn't matter how loud he wanted to shout and it didn't matter how fast he needed to be. The bullet tore through Jet like nothing and he froze, or at least Sam thought he had. The Imperator had moved so fast it left a visual imprint for Sam's eyes to remain stuck on. It reached Castiel in a flash and by the time Sam's gaze caught up he realized that Cas was impaled on Jet's arm.

"CAS!"

"Easy now," Jet whispered as he slid Castiel off him and let the priest hit the ground, eyes wide in shock but otherwise unmoving.

Sam heard his heart thunder in his chest as the sight of his brother and friend finally took a place in his mind. They were down, Cas and Dean were down and it was just him now.

Jet looked over his shoulder.

-"I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you"-

Sam's mouth felt dry as he swallowed past the growing lump in his throat, "Jet…"

"I guess it's just you and me now," The Imperator smiled and turned around to face him, the hole Cas made gaping at him like a monster all its own. "Too bad, my baby kind of liked you."

"What are you talking about?" Sam held his ground but his body shook.

"Jet," it replied coolly, "He used to like you."

Sam had to stall, Dean and Castiel healed abnormally fast and if he managed to keep Jet talking then they'd be able to fight again. He hoped anyway. "What do you mean used to?"

"I mean he's dead, hotshot."

And then there was that. "You're lying," he felt his heart nearly stop again. He'd lost Jet in a way that you misplace something; losing Jet as in never getting him back was an entirely different thing. "I know you're lying, Jet's in there."

"You're a dreamer, I like that about you." It uttered mischievously, the fact that it could use Jet's face for the expression only helped it achieve the look it was going for. "But he's not coming back, this is my body now."

"He's alive." Sam held himself together but barely. It hadn't been that long since Jet fell. It still hurt. "Jet I know you're in there!"

The Imperator's face twisted into rage with the same blinding speed it'd used against Cas, "Don't even think about it, Winchester."

"Jet, sweetheart I know you're scared." Sam was shaking as the Imperator stalked toward him. "And I'm so sorry I let you go."

"Stop it!"

-"Anywhere I would've followed you"-

Sam backed away, he didn't care that the tears stained his face, he didn't care he was covered in dirt from flying around and avoiding being crushed. He didn't even think he'd care that Dean and Cas were injured if it was true. "Jet I know you'd never hurt me. You'd never hurt me and you'd never let anyone else hurt me if you were there. So you have to show me you're in there."

-"Say something, I'm giving up on you"-

"That's it." The Imperator lunged for him and Sam closed his eyes.

"JET!" He screamed as he curled in on himself and tensed his body for impact.

But nothing happened.

Sam looked up to see Jet frozen above him, a hesitation strong enough to stall his movement completely as he was about to bring a deathblow down.

"Jet…?" He gasped and watched as the savagery faded into beautiful brown eyes again, "Are you really here?" Sam asked in surprise but noticed how Jet's body was still seized.

"S-" Jet stuttered and stumbled backward, "N-no-!" He shook his head and pushed his palms against his temples. His mouth fell open in a silent scream as he squeezed his eyes shut, "Stay aw-w-way-!" Every syllable sounded like it'd been cut off and soon Jet jerked further backward, his head shaking repeatedly and violently.

"Jet!" Sam stepped closer but stopped when Jet threw up a hand his direction.

"I said stay away!" He roared right before his face started to leak again, that dark substance surrounded his face and dropped him to his knees.

Sam watched in horror as Jet writhed against himself for a few seconds before falling limp. Sam approached cautiously, slow and steady without taking his eyes off the still form. "Jet?"

He hissed in response and sat up again, that angry glow back in his eyes as he regarded Sam with malice, "You little fucking shit, I'm going to tear you apar-" it was cut off when Dean clubbed it across the head but before the priest could do anything further the sound of destruction echoed around them.

"That sounds like another fucking gigas," Dean grunted and grabbed Sam's arm, "C'mon, we gotta get clear."

"But Cas," Sam looked to where the other priest had been knocked down and Dean nearly had a heart attack right there.

They went to pick Castiel up, the hole had already closed but he'd passed out long ago. Dean put Cas on his back just as the ground burst open again; this time the gigas' hand grabbed its king and pulled him down.

"We gotta go!" Sam shouted as the Void started to creep in through the destructive chasms the gigas' had made.

Dean created a portal and threw Sam into it, leaping after him just in time.

Mainline

The world behind them fell away the moment they passed through; Sam stumbled and fell from Dean's throw while the older Winchester dove onto the ground right next to him. Cas was sprawled out beside them still out like a light, Dean reached out to touch his brother's shoulder and Sam just shook his head.

"He's in there, Dean." Sam whispered softly as they listened to the echo of worlds falling off the mainline. "Jet spoke to me today."

"What'd he say?" Dean asked quietly, matching Sam's tone.

"He said to stay away."

"Doesn't he know that's the most sure fire way to get us somewhere?"

Sam was a little surprised as he looked up at the smile on his brother's face, "I thought you'd say we should listen to him?"

"No way, Sammy. Jet's an idiot if he thinks that'll work."

Sam smiled back and nodded, "Thanks Dean."