Jack was handcuffed to a pillar when he finally came too. He rattled the handcuffs a few times, trying to get loose, before looking up to see Michelle still bound and gagged, sitting next to him.

"Michelle?" Travis walked up in front of her, and stood in front of Jack, "Okay. We're gonna stay calm. We're gonna give this man whatever he wants." Travis looked down with those words, knowing what it is he's come for, and he's sad because of it, "Anything. Just take it and go, please."

"I'm sorry about this, Jack." He walked back over to a petrified Michelle, "I truly am." He began to untie her gag, "It's not the way that I wanted it to go."

"Who are you?"

"You already met some friends of mine." He walked back over to Jack, "Two guys and a blonde?"

"They said that if I…" He looked over at his wife, who was shaking, and she met his eyes, "Look, I haven't hurt anybody."

"Not yet, but you would've." Jack shook his head, "They always do. I'm doing you a favor, son."

"Jack…" Michelle whimpered, "What's he talking about?"

Jack looked at her but didn't say anything.

"Tell her, Jack." Travis took a few steps closer to Jack, "Tell her the truth. She deserves to know."

"Just let her go." Jack shook his head as Michelle looked back and forth between them, "She's not a part of this."

"A part of what?" She was no longer crying, now just looking at her husband in confusion, "Jack?!"

"I really do apologize, but she is a part of it." Travis looked over at Michelle, "Michelle… tell him what you told me when I got here."

Michelle stared at Travis with tears in her eyes as Jack was looking over at her, confused.

"Michelle?"

"I said… 'Don't hurt me…'" Her voice broke with the last words as she began to cry again, "'Because I'm pregnant.'"

Travis looked over at Jack, who turned his eyes back to him as well, "J- just hold on a minute."

"Now you see the mess we're in? I can't make this mistake all over again. I won't be around in 30 years. This has got to end now. I know you don't believe me, but I'd give anything not to have to do this."

"No. No." Jack began to shake his head as he pleaded to Travis, "No…"

Jack tried to move forward but was stopped by the cuffs. As Travis began to take out his weapons, Jack rattled the handcuffs. Travis took out a can of gas, which Michelle saw and became desperate.

"Oh God! Please don't!"

"You don't have to do this!" Jack yelled as Travis began to pour out gas, "If you want to kill me, kill me, but not my wife. Okay? I'm begging you!"

"Ain't got no choice. My condolences."

Travis walked around with the can, emptying it. Desperate, Jack began to pull on his handcuffs again.

Michelles teary fear stricken eyes met her husband's, "Jack."

Jack's eyes suddenly became bloodshot as he continued to struggle harder and harder with his restraints. Finally, he broke the chain between the cuffs and jumped on Travis right away, pushing him to the floor. Sitting on top of him, Jack began to hit Travis. The hunter retaliated after two hooks, making Jack fall to the floor. Travis moved to sit over him, hitting him hard on the chest with his arm in a cast, while Michelle watched in terror.

"Jack!"

Travis hit him again but when he went for a third hit, Jack captured his arm and broke the cast. Travis screamed out in pain before Jack threw him to the floor and then got on top of him, moving his arms away. He held Travis in a choke hold with one hand as he ripped away Travis's shirt with the other, exposing his shoulder and neck. Jack watched as the blood pumped beneath the surface of Travi's throat for a second before going in for the kill, biting down. Travis screamed again as Jack ripped a part of his throat away with his teeth and sat up again as he chewed. Travis bled out quickly, leaving a big pool of blood underneath him.

Michelle watched all of this in shock and horror as Jack went in for another bite, killing Travis. As he chewed and ripped skin from Travis, Jack's face changed. It became ugly, monstrous, and contorted. Michelle just stared, in shock and terror. Suddenly Jack whipped around and looked at her, his face completely covered in Travis's blood. He quickly stood up and walked over to her as she cried in terror. Squatting down he freed her of her restraints and she jumped out of the chair to quickly move away from him.

"Stay away from me!"

Jack sobbed out her name as she bolted for the door and ran out. She ran over to her car, keys in hand, and pulled open the door to the drivers side. She got in and drove off quickly, tires screaming. Jack was standing in the same spot where Michelle left him, breathing heavily with sadness. Slowly the monster took over though as his eyes fell on Travis's body.

Later on…

The Winchesters pulled up in front of the Montgomery house. They saw a familiar car parked on the other side of the street as they exited the impala, flamethrowers in hand.

Dean walked around to Sam and Angel, "I guess now we know where Travis is."

"He's crippled and ran into this nuts first?" Angel shook her head in disbelief, "What an idiot."

They slowly opened the front door, Dean taking a point in the front followed by Sam then Angel. Other than a chair tossed to the side on the floor there were no other signs of life. There was a big blood puddle on the carpet but no physical body in sight. A bloodtrail led from the pool to behind the couch. The three siblings shared a grim look with each other as they followed it to a large piece of ravaged meat, completely unrecognizable.

Dean grimaced, "Oh, God."

"Well…" Angel grimaced as well, "Guess we found Travis."

"What's left of him." Dean and Angel both turned at the sadness in Sam's voice, frowning at the defeat in his eyes, "Guess you guys were right about Jack."

Before Angel or Dean could respond, Angel was jumped from behind and thrown across the room. She collided with a glass China cabinet before tumbling to the floor unconscious.

"Angel!"

Jack swung around knocking Dean out with Angel's fallen flamethrower. Sam quickly moved around them and pulled up his flamethrower readying for attack. He put up his lighter to light it but Jack turned around and jumped him before he could get a flame. They tumbled to the floor just before Jack grabbed the flamethrower and slammed it into Sam's face, effectively knocking him out.

Sometime later…

Sam was now alone on the floor of a closet, knocked out. He slowly woke up and after a second remembered where he was. Bolting up to stand he went for the door handle but it was locked.

"Dean? Angel?" Panic set in as he jiggled the door again, "Guys!"

"Locked in the pantry, Sam." Dean's irritated voice sounded next before the sound of him trying to bust the door open, "Angels still out there!"

"Angel?" Sam yelled out as he tried the door again, this time roughly, "Angel!"

Jack's voice cut in, "Angel can't come to the phone right now."

"Jack!" Sam angrily slammed his hand against the door, "If you hurt her, I swear to God!"

"Calm down! Both of you!" Jack demanded as he sat next to Angel, who was still passed out on broken glass, and stared at her, "Your sisters alive." Both of them relaxed a bit with that news and Sam rested his head against the door, panting, "But not if you guys don't calm down."

"Jack, just listen." Sam took the lead, instantly calming himself down, "Open the door. We can figure this out, okay?"

Jack laughed, tears close to spilling from his desperation, "We'll have ourselves a little brainstorming session?"

"Jack, just listen to him, man. Please."

"I don't think so. After what you did?"

"What?" Confusion laced Dean's voice, "What are you talking about?"

"You send your friend here." Jack whimpered a little, "He tried to burn my wife alive."

"Why would he do that?"

Upon realizing they didn't know the things Travis did, he lied, "He didn't say." As they spoke Sam quickly went through his pockets but found nothing, instead grabbing a metal hanger behind him, "I guess psychopaths don't have to explain themselves."

Jack turned back to Angel and he slowly began to move along her body hungrily.

"Listen, Jack. You gotta believe us." Sam pleaded through the closet, "The three of us, we never would have hurt her, okay?"

Jack came to a stop by Angel's face. With a shaking hand, he reached out and dipped his fingers in the little pool of blood that formed by her head. He turned his hand over to gaze at the blood on his finger longingly before sucking it off and reveling in the taste.

"Oh, God." He then began to rock back and forth as he whimpered, "I'm so hungry."

"Jack…" Sam quickly used the metal wire hanger and re-formed it so he could pick the lock, "Don't do this."

"I can't ever see my family again!" As Sam worked the lock, Jack turned his attention back to Angel, "You three… your friend. You made me into this!"

"Hey man…" Dean too tried to keep his voice calm as he picked the lock on his own door, but his was being held shut by something on the outside, "No ones making you kill us, alright?"

Sam struggled with his lock as well, trying not to panic for the safety of his sister. In his haste he isn't able to get the lock to agree with him so he stopped, putting his hands down for a moment as he pleaded with Jack.

"Listen to me. You got this dark pit inside you. I know." Sam leaned against the door, closing his eyes, "Believe me, I know. But that doesn't mean you have to fall into it. You don't have to be a monster."

As Jack laughed, Sam started in on the lock again, "Have you seen me lately?"

"It doesn't matter what you are. It only matters what you do. It's your choice."

Jack sat still for a few moments of contemplation. Quickly he moved up to Angel's head again. His mouth opened and salivated at the thought of her as his next meal. Angel stirred just then, groaning in pain as she woke up. Jack put a hand on her shoulder, eyes completely fixed upon her and ready to attack.

Suddenly the closet door slammed open, "Jack!"

Jack whipped around to see Sam standing there, flamethrower and lighter in hand. He sat still for a moment, once again contemplating his next move while Sam watched him. Quickly Jack lunged for him. As Angel slowly lifted her head and turned around Sam flipped the lighter and the flamethrower went off. She quickly turned away to shield herself from the heat and flames of the fire. When she turned back she saw Jack fall to the floor in flames. Sam stood several feet away from him, saddened and defeated by this outcome.