My Guiding Light

Chapter 12

Season: 4

Episode(s): Metamorphosis

Setting(s): Carthage, Missouri

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Hours later we're on a stakeout, once again, but this time I actually stay. If only to make sure my brothers aren't stupid again.

"And you locked the doors why?" I ask Dean as I look out the window at the unfortunate rugaru.

"Because I'm not having you go off and get wasted again. Not with this thing- I mean not with Jack nearby. I'm not having you get eaten."

His answer throws me off guard for a moment but I'm still quick to respond. "I can handle myself Dean." He just doesn't know how much...

"So you're just going to walk around town with a flame thrower in hand. Yeah, sounds smart."

"No, but-"

"We should go." Sam says, unlocking the doors and getting out as he sees Jack start climbing up the fire escape of a nearby building.

Sam once again saves me from explaining that I'm a freak too.

We run up the stairs and like an idiot, Dean kicks the door of the poor girl's apartment.

"I'm calling the cops!" I hear her yell.

"We should go." I say, pulling my brothers back out to the car.

"Where'd he go?" I ask, climbing into the backseat of the impala once more, discarding of the heavy red can at my feet.

"I don't know, we should head back to his place and go from there." Sam suggests and Dean seems to agree. We travel in silence, adrenaline filling the air.

—

Not liking to jump to conclusions, we were pretty calm approaching the house. But, as I took my first step inside I could tell something was off. Way off. Too off.

That's when I see the blood stain on the rug. I frown and sigh, knowing the likely cause. Sam and I had such high faith in Jack, too much Dean would probably say.

"Think that's Travis?" Dean asks

"What's left of him." Sam and I reply, although mine was more of a self discussion so it was mumbled.

"You were right." I hear Sam admit and I have to do a double take. Sam was admitting that someone else was right? About something that he believed in whole heartedly?

And then, all too quickly, were attacked by none other than the mutated Jack.

—

I wake up, tied up in the corner of the living room, directly in front of me is Dean, sprawled along the coffee table. I'm not sure if he's alive, his chest is being covered by the rugaru so I can't tell if he's breathing.

I can hear Sam somewhere in the distance, I know he has the monster distracted so I use that to my advantage to get myself out of my restraints.

"You've got this darkness inside you." I hear him say. His words are easy to listen to. For a moment I even thought he was talking to me.

"Believe me, I know. But that doesn't mean you have to be a monster."

Jack laughs, momentarily glancing at me. Luckily I had a quick enough reaction time to close my eyes and look unconscious. "Have you seen me lately?" He asks rhetorically and I continue to slip my hands from the rope.

"It doesn't matter what you are. It only matters what you do." He says and while he's thinking about those words, and... also about to eat dean...I pounce, pinning him to the ground with strength that even he, a grown monster who can snap an arm like a twig, can't get out of.

"Keep your hands off my damn brothers." I spit and he goes up in flames. I crawl back as to not get burnt myself when I realise something bad. Something stupid. Dean was now regaining consciousness and Sam was staring at me in shock.

—

"What the hell was that." Dean finally says as we're back on the road.

"What the hell was what?" Apparently I've reverted back to my teenage years where I would play dumb to everything. The first time I stole -when it wasn't for a case- or the first time I was 'not welcome back' to a school on my first day. I played dumb on those occasions too. Not only to Sam, Dean and Dad but to the teachers and police as well. I got arrested twice that year. And yet still managed to get a job as a doctor so... that just shows how messed up education is.

"I don't know what it was, okay?" I sigh as I get Dean's disappointed look which, as Sam was saying earlier, had a little bit of fear and resentment in it too. He now saw me for the freak I am. "And stop looking at me like that. If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead." I look out the window, refusing to speak to either of my brothers from here on out.