Metamorphosis Part 2
Dean, Travis and Angela were by the table, fixing gas cans for use.
"So fire, huh?" Dean asked.
"The only way Travis found to kill these bastards; deep-fry 'em. Then he taught me and my Dad." Angela muttered.
"Well, that's gonna be… horrible." Dean replied. "Is that what you did to Jack's dad?" Dean asked Travis.
"Uh-huh." He nodded.
"Sam came into the room from outside, papers in hand. "Not wasting any time, are you?"
"None to waste." Travis replied.
"The guy hulks out, we won't be finding bodies, just remains." Angela continued.
Sam sat down on the bed next to the table. "What if he doesn't hulk out? I did a little homework. Uh, I've been checking out the lore on rougarous."
"What? My 30 years of experience not good enough for you?" Travis asked.
"What?" Sam blinked. "No. No, I-I-I just wanted to be prepared. I mean, not that you didn't…"
"Sam loves research." Dean said. "He does. He keeps it under his mattress right next to his KY. It's a sickness." He looked over at Sam. "It is."
"Look, everything you said checked out, of course, but uh. I found a couple of interesting stories about people who have this rougarou gene or whatever. See, they start to turn, but they never take the final step."
"Really?" Dean asked.
"See, if they never eat human flesh, they don't fully transform."
"So what? Go vegan, stay human?"
"Basically. Or in this case, eat a lot of raw meat, just not…"
"Long pig." Dean said.
"Right."
Dean smiled a little. Travis and Angela just sat next to him, having watched and listened to Sam about this under silence.
"Good on you for the due diligence, Sam." Angela muttered.
Travis got up. "But those are fairy tales." He added. He walked over to the little pantry and poured himself another cup of coffee. "Fact is, every rougarou I ever saw or heard of… took that bite."
Sam stood up while speaking. "Okay, well, that doesn't mean that Jack will."
Angela stood and so did Dean, watching Sam.
"So what do we do, Sam?" Angela raised a brow. "Sit and hope and wait for a body count?"
"No, we talk to him. Explain what's happening. That way he can fight it." Sam said.
"Fight it?" she scoffed.
Travis laughed. "Are you kidding me? You ever been really hungry?" he asked.
This got Dean's attention, who had been looking at the papers Sam brought with him.
"I mean, haven't-eaten-in-days-hungry?" Travis asked.
"Yeah." Dean said.
"Yeah. Right then." Angela nodded. "So somebody slaps a big, juice sirloin in front of you, you walking away?"
Dean looked thoughtful for a second and then admitted 'no' without words, only raising of eyebrows. He slowly looked over at Sam.
"That's what we are to him now, meat on legs." Travis said. "I'm sorry. I'm sure he's a stand-up guy, but it's pure, base instinct. Everything in nature's gotta eat. You think he can stop himself 'cause he's nice?"
Sam looked at Travis and Angela. "I don't know. But we're not gonna kill him unless he does something to get killed for." He said seriously.
Dean and Angela looked over him at that. Sam took a few breaths and then walked out of the room. Travis looked over at Dean and then at Angela, a bit puzzled by Sam's reaction.
"What's up with Sam?"
Angela rolled her eyes.
"Don't get us started." Dean and Angela said.
They turned and sat down again.
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The three were driving down a road, Dean was behind the wheel as usual.
"All right, so we're gonna go have a little chat with this guy—Dean started.
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"—which, you know… I'm down. And I think Angie has finally agreed that she is too." He glanced in the review mirror.
Angela nodded. "Yeah, I'm willing to just talk first." She replied. She had been hesitant to agree, but eventually Dean got her to agree.
Sam was sitting quietly next to Dean, staring out the front windshield with a serious look on his face.
"But we just want to make sure, if push comes, you're gonna shove." Dean continued. He looked over at Sam, who finally turned to him.
"Meaning?" Sam asked.
"Well, odds are we're gonna have to burn this guy alive." Dean said.
"This guy has a name and a wife." Sam replied.
"Yeah, who we're probably gonna make a widow, okay?" Angela said from the backseat.
Dean nodded. "I mean, you heard Travis and Angie. He's gonna turn. They always turn."
"Well, maybe he won't." Sam defended. "Maybe he can fight it off."
"And maybe he can't, that's all we're saying." Dean replied.
"All right, we'll just have to see then, okay?" Sam replied.
"This is what I mean, Sam." Dean said. "You sure your emotions aren't getting in the way here?"
Sam looked at him with a confused look. "What are you talking about?"
"You know, nice dude, but he's got something evil inside." Dean replied. "Something in his blood. Maybe you can relate."
Dean looked over at him, but Sam didn't respond with a look of his own. He looked pretty angry though.
"Yeah, well, maybe Angie should be able to relate too." He muttered. "You know what, stop the car."
"What?" Dean asked.
"Stop the car or I will!" Sam yelled.
Dean and Sam shared a look and Angela just looked at Sam.
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Dean drove to the side of the road, but before the car had completely slowed to a stop Sam had already opened his door and was getting out. As Dean and Angela opened their doors, Sam slammed his own shut and turned around to them, angry.
"You want to know why I've been lying to you guys?" Sam asked. "Because of crap like this."
They started to walk around the front of the car.
"Like what?" Dean asked.
"The way you talk to me, the way you look at me like I'm a freak!" Sam yelled. He looked at Angela. "And you have no reason to, you have demon blood in you too."
She narrowed her eyes and walked up to him. "I don't think you're a freak. Trust me." She whispered. "But don't you dare compare us. You and I aren't remotely similar when it comes to demon blood." She whispered so only he could hear.
Sam looked down at her and swallowed thickly. He walked away from Angela and past Dean, and then turned around to him, now completely pissed off.
"I do not." Dean defended himself.
"You know, or even worse, like I'm an idiot!" Sam yelled. He looked at Dean and Angela. "Like I don't know the difference between right and wrong!"
He stepped back, turned his back to Dean and Angela and walked a few steps. He then stopped, hands on his hips, back still to Dean and Angela, who were watching him. When Sam finally turned around, Dean looked down and Angela had her hands on her hips.
"What?" Sam asked.
"I don't think you're an idiot." Angela replied. "But while Dean was in Hell you did make some not so smart choices." She narrowed her eyes.
Sam swallowed thickly and nodded. "Yeah, yeah I know I did." He murmured.
Dean looked up at him again, and now he sounded a bit angry.
"Do you know the difference, Sam?" Dean asked. "I mean, you've been kind of strolling a dark road lately."
"You have no idea what I'm going through. None. The only one here who has any idea is Angie!"
"Then enlighten me!" Dean replied.
"I've got demon blood in me, Dean! This disease pumping through my veins, and I can't ever rip it out or scrub it clean! I'm a whole new level of freak! And I'm just trying to take this, this curse… and make something good out of it. Because I have to."
Dean and Angela looked at him for a few moments, as Sam looked down on the ground. After a while, Angela finally said something in a calm voice.
"Let's just go talk to the guy." She murmured.
Sam scoffed.
"I mean Jack." She replied. "Okay?" she raised a brow.
After a moment, Sam gave a small, almost non-existent nod, but he didn't look at Dean or Angela.
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Jack was standing in the garden with the hose in his hand, watering plants. Suddenly Sam, Dean and Angela emerged through the backdoor to the garden behind Jack. Jack looked completely spaced out, just holding the hose and staring into nothing.
"Jack Montgomery?" Sam asked.
Jack didn't turn right away, took a moment, and then he just looked around, over at the three.
"I'm Sam Winchester. This is my brother; Dean and our friend; Angela." Sam said.
Jack turned around and looked at them as they walked up to him.
"We need to talk." Angela said.
Jack looked at her, then at Sam and then at Dean, who looked around a bit. Jack looked back at Angela.
"About?"
"About you." She said. "About how you're changing."
"Excuse me?"
"You're probably feeling your bones move under your skin. And your appetite's reaching, you know, 'hungry, hungry hippo' levels." Dean replied. "How am I doing so far?"
"Who the hell are you three?"
"We're people who know a little something about something." Dean replied.
"We're people who can help." Angela said.
"Please, just hear us out." Sam added.
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"A-a what?" Jack asked.
"A rougarou." Dean said. "Sounds made up, I know, but believe me, it's not."
"Alright, I've noticed certain things. I mean, some strange things. But I just, I-I don't know. I'm… I'm sick or something."
"Your father was one of these things." Angela said softly.
Jack turned to Angela at that.
"Your real father." She continued. "He passed it on to you."
"No. Are, are you guys listening to yourselves? You s-sound like you're—
"Skip the whole 'you guys sound crazy', shall we?" Dean replied. "You're hungry, Jack. You're only gonna get hungrier."
"Hungrier for?"
"Long pig." Dean replied. "You know, a little manburger helper, may have crossed your mind already."
"No."
"It doesn't have to be like this, Jack. You can fight it off." Sam said.
"No."
"Others have." Sam continued.
"We're not gonna lie to you, though. It's not gonna be easy." Angela said.
"You're gonna feel like an alcoholic swimming around in whiskey." Dean said. "But I'm telling you. You gotta say no… or—
"Or what?"
"You feed once, and it's all over." Angela said. "And then we'll have to stop you."
"Stop me? My dad, did uh, somebody stop him?"
"Yes." Sam nodded.
"Get off my property right now. I see you three again, I'm calling the cops."
"Jack, your wife, everybody you know, they're in danger." Sam said.
"Now!"
Jack's neighbor, who was cutting a bush, looked over at them when Jack raised his voice. Sam sighed and they began to walk away.
"Good talk." Dean said.
Jack watched them leave.
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Angela turned around in the backseat of the Impala as Jack ran across the street, to a woman's building.
"Dammit. Jack. No." she muttered.
Sam looked over and sighed. He pulled up the flamethrower and exited the car. Dean and Angela grabbed a flamethrower as well and got out of the car too.
"Come on." Dean said.
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Jack was climbing the fire escape, heading for the woman's window. The three ran up to the building, looking up at Jack. They headed for the stairs to the entrance and hurried in. Jack had reached the woman's floor, and could hear her heartbeat as he watched the woman walk around in the apartment. He was breathing shallow breaths. His head was twitching a bit unhuman. The woman removed her bra with her back to Jack, and then put on a t-shirt. She turned off the light and Jack saw himself reflected in the window, seeing his bloodshot eyes.
"No. No." he moved away.
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Sam, Dean and Angela kicked down the door and hurried through it, flamethrowers at the ready. They met the woman, who was just coming out of her bedroom and the scared the living hell out of her with their entrance. She screamed and backed into her bedroom.
"Wait!" Dean yelled.
She slammed her door. Dean, Sam and Angela were still standing by the front door, looking a bit confused.
"Whoa, uh, we're here to save you, I guess." Dean said.
Sam and Angela looked around, and heard the woman locking her bedroom door.
"I'm calling the police!" the woman said.
"We should go." Angela said.
"Yeah." Dean nodded.
They hurried out, Dean turned around and closed the door with a little embarrassed laugh. The frame of the door, where the lock is, was completely broken.
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The three pulled up in front of the house, and a car could be heard on the other side of the street. They slowly got out, flamethrowers in hand. Dean walked around the Impala to Sam and Angela.
"I guess now we know where Travis is." Dean said.
They started walking towards the house.
"That stupid son of a bitch." Sam said.
Dean and Angela looked over at Sam by the comment. They reached the porch steps.
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The front door slowly opened and Dean came in first, eyes on the stairs. As he moved in, Sam and Angela followed. The chair Michelle was tied to before had fallen to the floor. Neither Travis's body or Jack could be seen. On the floor where Travis bled out was a big blood pool soaked up by the carpet. Dean, Sam and Angela stopped by the entrance to the living room when they saw that. A blood trail from the pool to behind the couch could be seen, from where Jack had dragged Travis behind it. The three shared a look.
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There was a piece of meat on the floor, as Angela walked over to it, closely followed by Sam and Dean. They stopped by it and looked down.
"Oh, God." Dean said. "Think that's Travis?"
Angela sighed. "What's left of him."
Dean looked at her and Sam looked defeated.
"Guess you two were right about Jack." Sam muttered.
Before Dean or Angela could respond they were suddenly pushed forward and Jack jumped them from behind.
"Dean! Angie!" Sam yelled.
They slammed down on the coffee table, knocking out Dean and Angela. Sam quickly moved around them and pulled up his flamethrower and put up his lighter in front of it, to light it. Jack turned around to him and jumped him before he could get the flame. They slammed to the floor, Sam hit the back of his head. Before Sam had the chance to do anything, Jack grabbed the flamethrower and slammed it into Sam's face, effectively knocking him out.
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Sam was on the floor of the closet, knocked out. He slowly woke up. After a second he remembered where he was and he got up and went for the door handle, but it was locked.
"Dean? Angie?"
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"Dean and Angela can't come to the phone right now." Jack replied.
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Sam slammed his hand against the door twice, angry.
"Jack! If you hurt them, I swear to God!"
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"Calm down!" Jack replied.
Dean and Angela were still on the coffee table, knocked out and Jack was sitting by their feet.
"You brother and your friend are alive." Jack said.
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Sam relaxed a bit with that news and rested his head against the door, panting.
"But not if you—Jack started.
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"—don't calm down." He continued.
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Sam was completely calm now. "Alright, Jack." He said. "Listen. Open the door. We can figure this out, okay?"
Jack laughed at that. "We'll have ourselves a little—
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"—brainstorming session." He continued, close to tears out of desperation.
"Jack." Sam said.
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"Please." Sam added.
"I don't think so." Jack replied.
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"After what you did?" Jack asked.
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Sam was confused by that. "What? What are you talking about?"
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"You sent your friend here. He tried to burn my—
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"—wife alive."
"What? Why?" Sam asked as he went through his pockets.
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Jack realized they didn't know, so he lied. "He didn't say."
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Sam looked around and saw a metal hanger. He grabbed it.
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"I guess psychopaths don't have to explain themselves." Jack replied.
He looked over at Dean and Angela and slowly began to move along their bodies.
"Listen to me." Sam said. "You gotta believe me."
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"Angela, my brother and I, we never would have hurt her, okay?" Sam added.
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Jack came up by Dean's face, who was still knocked out. With a shaking hand, Jack reached out and dipped his fingers in the little pool of blood that had formed by Dean's head. He turned his hand over, looking at the blood on his finger. He then sucked it off, enjoying the taste. He began to rock back and forth.
"Oh, God." Jack said. "I'm so hungry."
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Sam had used the metal wired hanger and reformed it so he could pick the lock.
"Jack, don't do this."
He bent down and went for the lock.
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Jack turned towards the closet door. "I can't ever see my family again."
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Sam worked the lock.
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Jack turned back to Dean and Angela. "You three… your friend. You made me into this!"
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Sam was still working on the lock.
"No one's making you kill us." Sam replied.
The lock wouldn't agree with him and he took down his hands for a moment.
"Listen to me." Sam said.
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Jack was looking up at the ceiling and then looked down again as Sam spoke.
"You got this dark pit inside you." Sam said. "I know."
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Sam was leaning against the door again, with his eyes closed.
"Believe me, I know." He opened his eyes. "But that doesn't mean you have to fall into it. You don't have to be a monster."
He began to work on the lock again.
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Jack laughed at that. "Have you seen me lately?"
"It doesn't matter what you are." Sam replied.
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"It only matters what you do." Sam continued. "It's your choice."
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Jack sat still for a moment and then grunted in pain. Then he began to move up to Angela's head, with his mouth open, looking like he was slowly going down the road of eating Angela. Angela slowly began to wake up now, Dean following suit. Jack put a hand on Angela's shoulder, eyes completely fixed upon Angela. Suddenly a door slammed open.
"Jack!" Sam yelled.
Jack whipped around toward the closet door, and Sam stood there, flamethrower and lighter in hand, ready. Jack sat still for a moment, like he decided something, while Sam was only watching him. Then he lunged for Sam and as Dean and Angela slowly lifted their heads and slowly turned them around to look over their shoulders, Sam flipped the lighter and the flamethrower went off. Dean and Angela turned their heads back around, to shield it. And then they turned back and watched while Sam burned Jack alive. Jack finally fell to the floor, in flames. Dean and Angela looked over at Sam, who was sad by this outcome. Defeated even.
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The Impala came down a road, fast.
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They were driving under silence, Dean behind the wheel. He looked over at Sam who was just staring out the window. Dean turned back to the road.
"You did the right thing, you know." Angela said from the backseat. "That guy was a monster, there was no going back."
Sam didn't respond, he only lowered his head.
"Sam, I wanna tell you I'm sorry." Dean said. "I've been kind of hard on you lately."
Angela sighed and nodded. "So have I. And I'm sorry. But that doesn't mean I'm not pissed anymore…" she whispered.
Sam lifted his head, looking out, and he looked so broken.
"Don't worry about it, guys." He murmured.
"It's just that your, uh, your psychic things, it scared the crap out of me." Dean said.
"Look, if it's all the same… I'd really rather not talk about it." Sam said.
He looked over at Dean and glanced back at Angela. Dean and Angela looked at him and a little smile played on Dean's lips.
"Wait a minute." Dean said. "What? You don't want to talk? You?"
Sam didn't reply to the smile or joke.
"There's nothing more to say. I can't keep explain myself to you guys." Sam replied. "I can't make you understand. Not even you, Angie."
"Why don't you try?" Dean asked.
"I can't. Because this thing, this blood, it's not in you that way it's in me. It's in Angie, but not the same way that it's in me. It's just something I got to deal with."
Angela sighed and looked at him. "Not alone…"
Sam sighed and looked out through the passenger window. He was silent for a while.
"Anyway, it doesn't matter." Sam said. "These powers… it's playing with fire. I'm done with them."
Dean and Angela looked over at him.
"I'm done with everything." Sam added.
"Really?" Angela asked.
Sam continued to look out his window and Dean turned back to the road.
"Well, that's a relief. Thank you." Dean said.
Sam turned around to him and scoffed a little.
"Don't thank me. I'm not doing it for you. Or Angie. Or for the angels or for anybody. This is my choice."
A/N: Heya, guys! Hope you liked this chapter. :) Don't worry, we'll find out what happened between Sam and Angie in 4x09 ;) so y'all will just have to wait. And I haven't planned at all w/season 6, so I'll still have to figure out what Sam and Angie's relationship will be. I don't think I want them to completely break up. I think in season 6 Sam will see it more as a friends with benefits relationship.
Anyway, please review, it'd mean so much. Love you guys.
~Emily