Ch 11 Section 3

                                    

                                          
The sound of Crystal Ship by The Doors playing on the Jukebox woke Jo from unconsciousness. She groaned at the pain in her head as Sam tied her up in a sitting position to one of the bars wide wooden posts.

                          
"What the hell is going on?" She groaned at the pain in her head when she tried to move, "What are you doing, Sam?"
                          
"So..." He leaned his head in close to hers as he tightened the ropes, "What exactly did your mom tell you about how your dad died?"
                          
She tensed at the conversation subject, glaring hatefully at him, "You're not Sam."
                          
"Don't be so sure about that. Answer the question." 
                          
At her silence he sighed heavily and went around to the other side, pulling a chair to sit in front of her as his expression shifted to one of open concern. He pulled out a large knife and stroked her face with it.
                          
"Come on. It's me. You can tell me anything, you know that. Answer. The question."
                          
She narrowed her eyes, "Fine."
                          
"Fine."
                          
"Our dads were in California: Devil's Gate Reservoir. They were setting a trap for some kind of hellspawn. John was hiding, waiting, and my dad was bait."
                          
"That's just like John." He laughed giddily, "Oh, I'll bet he dangled Bill like meat on a hook. Then what?"
                          
She continued as he got up and moved to stand behind her, "The thing showed up. John got too eager, jumped out too soon, got my dad exposed, out in the open. The thing turned around... and killed him."
                          
"Hmm" Sam leaned in from behind her, "Not quite."
                          
"What?"
                          
"See, it hurt him. It didn't kill him. You really don't know the truth, do you?" He smirked as he sat facing her again and leaned in close, "I bet your mom doesn't either."
                          
"Know what?"
                          
"You see, Bill... was all clawed up. He was holding his insides in his hands, gurgling, praying to see you and Ellen one more time. So my dad... killed him. Put him out of his misery like a sick dog."
                          
Jo sobbed, "You're lying!"
                          
"I'm not. It's true." His voice became quiet as he sang, "My daddy shot your daddy in the head..."
                          
"How could you know that?"
                          
He stood and stabbed the knife into the pillar, just above head level, "I hear things."
                          
"Why are you doing this to me?"
                          
"Like Daddy, like daughter. You're bait. Open up." He shoved a knotted rag in her mouth and tied it around her neck, "That's a girl."
                          
The door burst open just then and Angel and Dean enter, guns out.
                          
"Sam!"
                          
Sam grabbed the knife from the pillar, his calm expression shifting to one of desperate panic, and placed the knife at Jo's throat.
                          
He screamed at them, sounding more like Sam than before, "I begged you guys to stop me!"
                          
"Put the knife down!" Angel tenses, looking from Jo to him, "Dammit, Sam, put it down!"
                          
"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, alright?! Please. Kill me, or I'm going to kill her." Jo's eyes lifted to him at that, watching closely as he baited them, "Please. You'd be doing me a favor! Shoot me." He turned to face them with his arms spread widely, "Shoot me!"
                          
They both stared at him, their expressions filled with pain and emotion. They kept their guns steady as Angel shook her head, refusing his request.
                          
Dean also shook his head as he looked at Jo from the corner of his eye and composed himself, "No, Sammy, come on."
                          
When they both lowered their weapons Sam scoffed, "What the hell's wrong with you two?" He walked past Jo and towards the two of them when they turned away, "Are you really that selfish that you'd let Jo die before doing the right thing?"
                          
Angel turned and flung water from a flask at him. The water hissed and steamed as it struck him.
                          
"That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!"
                          
Sam raised his head; his eyes were the solid black of a demon's. Angel continued to fling more water at him as she backed him away from Jo and Dean. He growled, turned and ran, bursting through a window and fleeing, Angel running after. Dean took the knife and cut Jo free. She pulled the gag out of her mouth as Dean ran towards the shattered window.
                          
"He was possessed?!" Dean turned and stared at her for a moment before leaping through the window after Sam and Angel, "Dean!"
                          
In a dark warehouse... 
                          
The three Winchester siblings stalked each other through a dim, crowded warehouse, each with a handgun. As they spoke, they couldn't see each other directly. Instead, speaking as they hid stealthily behind piles and boxes.
                          
"So..." Angel ducked behind a large pillar, "Which one of you black eyed sons of bitches is riding my brother?"
                          
"I got lots of names."
                          
Dean spoke next, "You've been in Sam since he disappeared, haven't you?"
                          
"You guys shoulda seen your faces when you thought he murdered that guy." He chuckled, "Pathetic."
                          
"Why didn't you kill us?" Angel stalked, "You had more than enough chances. Suck at your job, or what?"
                          
"Nah, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? You see, this was a test. Wanted to see if I could push you two far enough to waste Sam. Should've known neither of you would have the sack." He scoffed, "Anyway, fun's over now."
                          
"I hope you got your kicks." Dean growled, "'Cause you're gonna pay hell for this, we're gonna make sure of that."
                          
"How? You two can't hurt me. Not without hurting your little brother. See, I think you both are gonna die. You two and every other hunter I can find. One look at Sam's dewey, sensitive eyes? They'll let me right in their door."
                          
Possessed-Sam got up and hurried outside. Dean followed, flash of holy water in hand, and motioned behind him for Angel to stay put. He followed Sam onto an open-air dock. Once Dean was out in the open, looking around at the water, Sam stepped. He took aim and immediately shot Dean, knocking him into the water with a splash. When Angel tried to run out, Sam opened fire on her making her scurry back into the warehouse. As he did that he peered over to where Dean fell and smiled when he didn't see him in the water.