After Midnight || Supernatural

Five

Chapter Five:

Jack paced around Alison's apartment, wrapping his head around the nights events. He had stopped trying to get into her room over an hour ago, but her sobs were still echoing from behind the closed door.

He ran a hand threw his hair, pushing it out of his face.

"My fault." He mumbled continuously, "This is all my fault."

And this was, and he knew Alison must've thought the same. He should've ran right past her after they ran into each other, not stare at her with fear dancing in his eyes. He just wanted to prove that he was good, and instead he got an innocent girl's parents killed. Dean had warned him, told that every damn thing in the world was after him right now, all wanting to get their hands on Lucifer's son.

"I told her I was good." He sighed, "And she thinks I'm crazy."

Really he hadn't expected anything less, but she was right, she deserved to know the truth. Even if she didn't believe him, he knew he had told her all of it. He should've just stayed with them, with Sam and Dean and Castiel. He could've proved he wasn't evil some other way, learning how to kill a creature and then do it. Jack has no clue what the thing following Alison was, or even how to kill it.

Rain lightly hit the window panes, Jack moved towards them and watched a silent stroke of lighting burst in the sky. It was closer to two a.m now, he slowly inched his way to Alison's closed door. The sobs had stopped, but he could hear her shifting.

"Alison?"

She hiccuped, "You're still here?"

He frowned, eyes closing. "I'm not leaving until we kill that thing."

"You're not murdering a human being, are you insane?"

"It's not human."

"Then what is it?" Footsteps sounded, he heard them grow closer to the door.

"I-I don't know."

"Exactly." Her voice broke. The footsteps sounded again but this time away from the door, he heard the sound of a bed creak and shuffling of sheets.

Jack turned, spotting her cell phone on the coffee table. He stepped towards it and scooped it up in his hands, brows furrowed as he stared at it. He poked at the screen multiple times before the lock screen faded away and was replaced by another. He clicked on something that resembled the image of a telephone, numbers in circles appeared and he gave a soft smile.

He remembered Dean's cell phone number, which made little sense in his head but nevertheless he remembered. He needed them now, everyone he left behind. They'd know what to do. So Jack typed up the number and clicked call, waiting two beeps when someone picked up.

"Hello."

"Dean?"

There was a pause, "Jack?"

"Yes." He sighed, "I need your help."

"Need our help, huh?" He was mad, his voice holding a deeper tone than normal. "Where was that when you freakin' ran away! We've been searching for you for days, Jack."

He frowned, "I'm sorry but I need your help, ok? We need your help."

"With what. Who's we?"

"I ran into a girl, and now she's been stalked by a clown. Now her parents were murdered behind a Carnival, just after we left there and—"

"Hold up." Dean's voice just him off, "A clown? And a Carnival?"

Jack nodded, "Yes. I'm in Minnesota, in her apartment."

Another voice sounded before static disturbed the call, "Jack?"

It was Sam, "Yah?"

"What's the Carnival called?"

Jack thought back to their time there, he pursed his lips remembering seeing the name plastered almost everywhere. "Cooper's Carnival."

There was a pause, "We're coming, ok."

"Really?"

"Yeah, we're packing up right now. I'll track this phone, we're not to far out from Minnesota."

Jack took a deep breath, "Thank you."

He hung up the phone and placed it back onto the coffee table just as he had found it, eyes wandering there way back to her closed door. He thought maybe he'd try again, so he walked over and gently knocked. With no answer he knocked a few more times. His hand found the door knob and he slowly opened it, peeking his head inside.

Alison lay on her bed, still in her clothes and the sheets half falling off the bed. The lights were still on and her window was open, letting in a cold breeze. Jack rushed over and shut it, making sure it was locked. All that thing needed to do to harm her was to find a way in the apartment, and Jack made it his new job to not see her killed. He padded over to the side she laid on and he fixed the covers, pulling them up to her shoulders. Her auburn hair was now tangled over the dark pillow, and her mouth was slightly ajar as soft snores escaped her lips. Jack watched silently, admiring how peaceful she looked despite the news from only hours ago. He shook his head, snapping out of his mind as he walked back to the door and flipped the light switch off. He closed it behind her and made way for the couch, taking a seat in the middle of it.

Jack wasn't going to fall asleep that night, not when the Winchester's were on their way or with the other inconvenience he had created. So he decided to stay up, stay on guard while the women slept, making sure that she was safe. Jack wanted nothing more than for her to forgive him, even if she didn't even know if there was a reason to. For some odd reason, he felt attached to her. That was a feeling he had yet to experience, something his mind told him wasn't all going to be good.