Two Worlds VI

VII

Jack...

I breathed in sharply when I felt a hand on my shoulder, waking up. I looked up and saw Vincent taking his hand off my shoulder.

"I picked up the ammo," He told me, "Whenever you're ready."

"Go ahead," I told him, resting my chin on my arms and looking at Cas slightly.

"Come on, we have to get out there and try and fix this." He said, "Sitting here moping isn't going to help anything."

"I'm not leaving her." I rubbed my sore eyes on my sleeve.

"Get up," He grabbed my arm and I pushed him off me.

"I said I'm not going," I told him, getting up. Guy was standing by the door worriedly.

"Get your head straight, Jack, we can't stay here and act like everything is wrong. We need to finish this and find out how to help her." Vince pointed at her slightly, "Now come on,"

I looked back to Cas slightly as he started leaving.

"I'm not going," I repeated, and heard him stop.

I felt hands grasp onto my shirt as he was in front of me. He started backing me up against the glass. He slammed me against it and I held onto his wrists as his eyes shined yellow.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked, and I looked at him, "Where's the guy who was willing to do anything to help her?" I looked to the ground slightly, and he made me look at him again, "She needs us, Jack, to be out there, finding out how to help her. Not in here, letting her collect dust." I looked at her slightly, breathing slightly heavily as I looked back at him, "Now let's go." He dropped me and left the room.

I looked at Cas, then grabbed my jacket. I stared at her for a few seconds.

I'll be back soon, I promise, I told her, and looked to Guy. He gave me a small smile and I returned it, going to him and patting his back as we walked out.

Cas...

"So what," I said, pacing around the living room, "You just gonna keep me locked up here until I die of old age?" I yelled, looking around, "Come on, you slimy son of a bitch, I know you can hear me!" I kicked at the couch and it was gone in shadows. I went back slightly, then looked around again, "Yeah, that's right, you fabricating everything in my head?" I nodded slightly, "Fine," I breathed out heavily, "What'll happen if I tear this place apart, eh? Will I get my consciousness back?"

Nothing.

I grabbed a fire poker from next to the fireplace, "Let's find out."

I brought the poker back and bashed it into a wall. I felt a shooting pain go through my head and I let the poker go, stumbling back and holding my head. I grunted and breathed heavily as it started fading. I looked around angrily.

"Well played." I grabbed the poker from the ground and put it back.

And I haven't even gotten started. I heard Dylan say and his chuckle echoed off the walls. I sneered slightly, clenching my fists.

"Where are you, you son of a bitch," I kept looking around to try and catch a glimpse of him. He didn't say or do anything else, "Fine. Be that way."

Jack...

I said the last word of the spell and dropped the match into the bowl. There was a bright red flash of light and the God of Time was standing there.

"You know, there's a thing called a phone." He said, pointing at us, "It wouldn't hurt to maybe give me a ring, instead of nagging me." He put his hands in his pockets, "I assume you have the bullets?"