Author's Note:

Two in a row? Wow I apparently was excited to write this part. Anyway, I got an anonymous review telling me all Destiel shippers are disgusting so I guess that's it guys, time to change our entire view on life. I mean, that's some pretty intense and convincing commentary, right?

I didn't approve that review though so don't worry, your world views aren't in danger of being changed.

-"Show you how I'm the only one to break down your walls, highjack your brain, run through your veins"-

Jet's Mind

Sam ran through the corridors of his lover's mind like he had even the slightest clue where Jet was. He didn't, but that didn't stop him from moving. Jet had to be somewhere and his mind couldn't be nearly big enough that Sam could get lost. Or so he thought, anyway, before the space around him shifted and drifted like it was made of some malleable fluid pretending it was a solid object.

The Imperator said Jet was gone, but Sam didn't believe it, he couldn't. It was hard enough thinking that his boyfriend was stuck in his own head, but to have to accept that he was gone? That wasn't an option and Sam refused to accept it.

He slowed his pace when he heard voices echo around him, a child first then a man shouted. It only took a moment to realize whom he was hearing but it didn't make any of it less difficult to listen to. Jet's memories played like they had the last time with the anima, flashes of scenes and then a sharp cry from a child resonated in Sam's ears. The imagery ahead of him faded into a room, a kitchen built around it and a few people fell into place.

The scenario was blurry, his vision couldn't get clearer and Sam realized he was living it through Jet's eyes. The world trembled and a heartbeat pounded in his head like a jackhammer. Sam tried to open his eyes; they were stuck as if someone else refused to let him do it. But he managed and he didn't like what he saw. Jet's bloody arms shook right in front of him as they shielded his head, and Sam could hear the soft whimpering Jet tried to suppress. The younger Winchester closed his eyes again.

'I'm not actually here.' He told himself as the world around him seemed so real. 'I'm not here, this is a memory, it isn't real.'

It's real enough.

Jet's words echoed in his memory from the last time he'd been inside Jet's head.

"You little fucking brat!" Jet's father swore loudly and Sam could see the man's shadow on the floor, how he wound back to strike. Sam flinched and pulled, his heart raced and he did everything he could to get away, his mind screaming at him that he wasn't part of it. The first blow struck and everything went numb in his head, Sam's panic rising and taking over.

'It's not real!' He tore back and when he opened his eyes again he saw Jet lying on the floor, the small frail body of a child who'd taken a hit one too many times. Silence filled the room and nothing moved or shifted in the slightest. Sam could feel his legs shake and his mouth went dry. "Jet," he whispered as tears rushed to his eyes, "Jet get up…" 'It's not real.'

It's real enough.

It was real to Jet. It wasn't just a horror story to Jet, it happened.

Jet didn't move as his father walked away, a vicious tone of voice lingered in the air, "That bitch should've taken you with her."

Sam tried to lift Jet up but he couldn't touch the boy anymore, he couldn't be part of the scenario and all he could do was watch like he had the first time. Jet's body trembled and shifted as he rolled his head to look toward his worst nightmare.

That's it, I've had enough.

He started to rise; Sam felt the raw emotion, the immediate thought in Jet's head was so strong and clear that it nearly echoed. Anger filled the space around them and Sam could feel his blood rushing, his body started to heat up. Jet pushed himself off the floor; his skinny arms somehow found the strength to lift his body until his legs could get beneath him. A silent snarl pulled at his mouth and Jet stalked to where his drunken father had gone. The older man fished for the light switch to the basement, his supply of alcohol waited patiently for him in the cellar.

Sam stood idly as he watched a young boy stumble to stand behind his father, a scene that felt like an eternity. Sam wanted to step in, do something, but the time to help was long over.

Jet found the courage to shove the unbalanced man with all his might. The only thing Sam heard was the initial outcry from Mr. Tull and the sick sound he made when he hit the bottom. Jet stood completely still aside from his heavy breathing, his face calm as he reached for the cellar door to close it, "I think she'd rather have you there." He said to the empty space before clicking it shut. And then everything went dark.

-"I'm gonna move like a soldier."-

Angel Training World: Part 4

Dean heaved in a breath as his back hit the solid rock wall of parts of the ground that had been displaced by a gigas somewhere nearby. He shuffled to stand again and dove out of the way as the Imperator lunged for him, a hand crashing through the wall and destroying it entirely, reducing it to rubble. Dean took that opportunity to strike back and beat the beast down into the dirt, its body tumbling over the ground like a rag doll. Part of Dean wondered how much of the damage he was doing would stick with Jet when he woke up, he had to assume all of it.

"What's the matter, lost all of your strength already? I didn't know you'd be so easy to distract, you're like a five year old." Dean taunted and watched the thing push itself to its feet in the most inhuman way he'd ever seen.

"I'm going to enjoy mutilating you…" the Imperator snarled, its face leaking that same blackness into the air around him.

Dean got ready for the next onslaught of attacks and it came at him quickly, but he put up the best fight of his life. Every move he made was useful, necessary and never wasted. He blocked every hit and knocked the Imperator back each chance he got, Dean didn't want to break Jet any more than he already had. The Imperator was fast but so was Dean, now that he knew what to expect from the monster he could do his best to predict it and keep his head.

Their exchange went on like that for what he thought might be an eternity, but then the monster jolted and froze up for a brief second. Its eyes had flittered up and the colour seemed to change briefly before it continued its assault. Dean furrowed his brow and watched for another one, it happened sooner than he expected and he took advantage of it. His weapon changed from a blunt object to a malleable rope, drooping in his hands in an instant. Dean caught the Imperator's wrist and turned the end of his weapon into a cuff, the Void's King wasn't pleased.

"You fucking priest!" It shrieked at him again and stalled another time, Dean caught its other wrist behind it and immediately forced his weapon to shrink. The Imperator arms jerked backward and locked in place behind it, "I will not be forced into that life again!" It shouted and reeled on Dean, the priest had to let go of his defense and stand with nothing but his hands to fight with. And that was just fine with him.

-"I'm gonna crawl through your skin, get to your head, fight to the end."-

Castiel wasted nothing in his blitz, heavy fire rained down on the Imperator as it struggled to hold its place in both battles. It screamed at him things that he was certain were meant for Dean, but then again it didn't really matter. They were part of the same whole and Cas would just as well take the insults, he didn't really care what the Imperator had to say anyway.

"Give it up!" He yelled and continued to shoot the monster as it came anywhere near him, Cas had no idea where Sam had gone now but he'd do his best to keep the Void's king busy. "You've already lost."

"I spent eons down there, I'm finally free and you think I'll give up in the first complicated fight?" It seethed at him; its shape almost looked like it was dripping and steaming but somehow still a solid form. "You wish, priest!"

Castiel swallowed hard when he blinked and found himself face to face with the Imperator, that dark expression split open in a bright grin. Time slowed for him and he found that no amount of hope could bring his arms up fast enough to protect himself. Castiel felt the full force of the Imperator's aggression, nothing softened the punch that hit him in the gut – the same place he'd been penetrated the first time.

This time he just went flying and crashed into a wall of Jet's mind, a mental structure made to support something, or hide it. The surface didn't even shake when Cas struck it, which only made the impact that much harder. Cas groaned and tried to get up only to find he was staring the monster in the face again, eyes locked with the glowing eye sockets of the Imperator.

"You're mine," it hissed and its smile widened.

"Yeah, about that." Cas smirked and nudged his pistol into the Imperator's abdomen a little, just to indicate that it was there. The beast couldn't move faster than Cas' trigger finger and it soared through the air, this time crashing right through one of Jet's walls.

The distinct sound of a heartbeat echoed around them and the foundation they stood on quaked for a brief second. Castiel cringed and looked at the crumbled support, figuring he'd have to apologize to Jet later for whatever memory or bad habit they'd unleashed. But then another heartbeat sounded, it had been unrelated to the supporting wall.

Cas watched as his opponent pulled itself up, a look of panic drawn on its face, "The boy!" It shouted and looked down a corridor that Cas could only assume led to Sam. "Where's the-" it couldn't finish its sentence.

The spiked mace portion of Castiel's gun connected with its face and sent it rocketing the opposite direction. The high priest gasped as his body nearly gave out on him; adrenaline was the only thing that held him upright anymore. "I don't fucking think so," he growled at the monster and stalked closer, gun lifted and leveled at its head.

-"I'm gonna move like a soldier."-

Sam sighed and ran his hand into his hair like it would help anything at all. What the hell was that memory about? "Jet, are you trying to tell me something or is this just what it's like in your head?" He didn't stand around to wait for an answer; Sam started running again and the terrain around him suddenly opened up into far too many pathways and obstacles for him to choose from in an instant.

Jet's mind had suddenly become much more complicated, like a jigsaw puzzle wrapped in the dark substance that Sam knew had to be part of the Imperator. "JET!" He shouted and listened to the echo around him, "Jet where are you!? It's me! It's Sam!"

A heartbeat thundered, just like it had the first time but now it was focused and echoing from a very specific point.

"Jet," Sam breathed the name and bolted to the sound, "Answer me, Jet! It's Sam!"

Again a heartbeat echoed and narrowed his choices to one path. It was warm, the colour was welcoming and he could hear Jet's heart beating softly in the distance. Sam ran as fast as his legs could carry him, he knew getting distracted would be the death of not only himself but everyone else, everyone he'd ever met and billions that he hadn't.

"I'm coming," he gasped as the surroundings whizzed past, he'd never run as fast as he was then but it felt like it wasn't fast enough. He couldn't see Jet yet and the world around him started to drift like it had before. Gravity didn't make sense and he had to wonder if he was even moving at all, the more he tried the less it made sense. Sam shook his head and tried to focus but that did him no good, it was like he was suddenly part of a Picasso painting.

Soon he found himself entirely disoriented; he couldn't tell if was still running or even upright. Then light faded into his gaze, bringing shape back to his surroundings and he thought he heard familiar voices. It was another memory, he realized as he started to see it through Jet's eyes. He felt tired like he hadn't slept in ages, Jet's emotions and mental state vaguely mapped onto him as if he really were there. Sam noticed he was lying on his back, staring up at a ceiling in a dim room only lit by the sunlight creeping through the shades over the window.

He recognized that bedroom; it had been his when things were normal. And then he heard the awful coughing that used to ring throughout the household. It was something he'd always hated, he couldn't control the fits and it always seemed to wake everyone up. But this time he felt it through Jet. Jet's body tensed and his mind became a flurry of concern as he pushed up and went to the bedside.

Sam could see himself, pale, thin, and wracked with pain as his body shook from the hacking. Jet had said nothing but placed a hand over his forehead, Sam remembered being on the other side of that gesture. He watched himself startle and look up at Jet, Sam couldn't forget the calm expression that met him and how it eased his worrying at the time. It was odd to see it from the opposite end, to feel Jet's anxiety but know that his expression betrayed none of that.

It was weird but comforting. Sam could see it in himself; the love he hadn't realized was there until much later. But more importantly to him, he could feel it in Jet.

"When did you get here?" Sam heard himself ask, a raspy sick voice grating on his ears like a disease all its own.

"Been here for a while," Jet reply smoothly and Sam felt the weight of exhaustion on his eyelids, how slow he felt and all that came with being so tired.

Sam pulled to get away; he wanted to see that expression again, to see Jet's smile as he spoke and witness the warmth one more time. But then, he didn't want to let go of the raw emotions he could feel in Jet.

'I love you.' Sam thought desperately and closed his eyes. "I love you."

-"When I find you, not going to let you go."-