Okay this story was stuck in my head all summer(Iblame the plot bunnies)so I decided to finally write it down. The writing is still a little rocky, I am currently searching for an editor so If anyone's interested please PM.

Summary: Beginning with Jack as a child as his mother and his Godfather do everything they can to keep his demon father from getting to him and raising him to be a ruthless killer.

Disclaimer: ANything that appears in the Supernatural show does not belong to me


Chapter One

Joan Cooper hummed quietly to herself as she flipped through the pages of a baby name book. She was only a month pregnant, but she couldn't help herself when she saw the book in the store. She was just thinking of the name, Peter, when the doorbell rang.

Jonathan must have forgotten his key again, she thought heading into the hall and opening the front door. Standing on the front porch was her brother Josh.

“Hey sis,” he said, walking past her and into the house.

Joan closed the door and sighed. “Hello Josh.”

Josh grinned. “What, no hug?”

“That depends, is this about hunting or anything supernatural?”

He didn't answer right away. Instead he looked around and ran a hand through his blond hair, which Joan knew meant that he was irritated.

“Look, I know how much you hate hunting, but this is important. It's about your safety, speaking of which,” he pulled put a can of salt out of one of his deep pants pockets and salted the front door.

“And what about all the windows,” she asked mockingly. “Are you going to slat those too?”

He shrugged. “In my experience demons like to knock the front door down when they attack.”

“So this is about hunting?”

“Yes. Jim told me that he's noticed some possessions in the last few months and so have I.”

“Possessions happen, it's not that unusual. How did you know that they were possessed?”

“I got attacked twice, though luckily I always keep a flask of holy water on me.”

“Has Jim gotten attacked, too,” she asked, concern filling her voice for the pastor/hunter.

“No, but a few people who go to his church came to him about friends who weren't acting like themselves. He tricked one of them into a devil's trap and managed to exorcise it.”

“I still don't understand. A few possessions aren't unusual, in fact it's pretty normal—for us anyway.”

Josh sighed. “You're out of practice little sis.”

Joan scowled at him. “Well it's not like I dealt with many demons when I was a hunter.”

“True. A few possessions here and there are normal, but this many in one place aren’t.”

“Do you have any idea what they're doing here,” she asked, feeling uneasy about where the conversation was headed.”

“Jim thinks they all might be working for someone, like a demon who's higher up.”

Joan folded her arms and frowned. “Demons who are higher up on the hierarchy are usually in hell and if they aren't they usually don't do anything that we notice. Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, I thought the same thing as you when Jim suggested it, but then I thought of something here that a demon might want.”

Joan's mouth went dry as she tried to think of what could draw a demon to Blue Earth Minnesota.

“What do you think it wants?”

“Us.”

Joan looked at him, in shock. “What? What would a demon want with us?”

“Two hunters who just happen to have psychic abilities.”

“Well, it can't be that uncommon.”

Josh folded his arms angrily. “Oh, come on Joan don't be so naive.”

Joan looked away from her brother and placed a hand on her stomach. “This couldn't have happened at a worse time.”

“Why? Because you're married to that pretty boy doctor of yours?”

“No, because I'm pregnant.”

Both of Josh's eyebrows shot up but before he could say anything the front door swung open.

“Uh...hun, why is there salt in front of the door,” asked Jonathan, staring at the now smeared line of salt that Josh had made.”

“Oh, I was refilling the salt shaker when Josh came by and I accidentally dropped the canister. I'll go ahead and sweep it up.” She turned and walked into the kitchen.

Once she was gone Jonathan turned around and began walking away from the door.

“Where are you going,” Josh asked.

“I forgot my jacket in the car,” he replied over his shoulder.

Josh frowned as Joan came back into the hallway and began sweeping up the salt.

“Where's Jonathan? Did he go upstairs?”

“No he went back to his car to get his jacket. He didn't cross the salt line.”

Joan looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. “So? He had to go get his jacket.”

“After what I just told you it doesn't strike you as odd that he didn't cross it? Not even a little?”

“Josh, I would notice if my husband was possessed.”

She finished sweeping the salt onto the porch and was heading back into the kitchen when Josh grabbed her arm and handed her a small, silver flask.

“Say the word Kristo to him and if he's possessed splash holy water into his face and run. Understand?”

Joan sighed deeply. “Yes, but I think you're being too paranoid.”

At that moment Jonathan came walking through the door with his jacket draped over his arm.

“Hey Josh, how's it going?”

“Fine,” he muttered.

“Do you want to stay for dinner,” he offered politely

He walked passed Jonathan and before walking out the door said, “Take care of yourself little sis.”

Jonathan looked at her and raised an eyebrow after he was gone. “What was that all about?”

“Oh, nothing he was just telling me about how was attacked by a few guys and that I should be careful.”

“Is he alright?”

“Yea, he's fine. I told him about the baby,” she said, trying to change the subject.

Jonathan frowned and Joan saw an expression of anger flash across his face.

“Is something wrong,” she asked concerned.

“I thought you were going to wait a while before telling anyone.”

“I was but it just came up during the conversation. Are you mad?”

He sighed and wrapped his arms around her. “No, I just wanted us both to tell your family.”

“Don't worry we'll both of us will tell everyone else.”

He smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“I'm going to take a shower.”

Joan watched as he climbed up the stairs and frowned.


Joan lay down on her bed, unable to stop thinking about what Josh said.

I would notice if he was possessed wouldn't I?

Her mind churned and she thought of anything that might indicate possession. His getting upset because she had told Josh she was pregnant was a little bit out of character, but other than that there was nothing.

Joan got out of bed and walked over to her chest of drawers. She took out the silver flask from the top drawer.

She walked down the stairs and into the living room, where Jonathan sat watching the news. She sat down quietly on the opposite end of the couch from him. He looked at her with surprise.

“I thought you went to bed.”

“No I just don't feel tired.”

“Try drinking some hot tea that should make you drowsy.”

She laughed quietly. “Yes Dr. Cooper.”

He grinned and turned his attention back to the television.

For a moment Joan just sat there taking in his features. His dark brown hair, the way his face still seemed a little boyish even though he was a grown man. She dreaded the thought of him being possessed or having to hurt him.

Joan sighed deeply and muttered,” Kristo.”

Jonathan stiffened and whipped his head around, his normally brown eyes a putrid yellow.

Joan gasped, but before she could do anything she felt herself pinned to the couch by an invisible force.


Alright I know that Jack isn't actually in this chapter but I had to write it like this to set up the story.

:o hope you keep going with this story! i'll try to remember the name and stuff so i can keep up with it!

Thanks :D Hopefully I'll be able to update this weekend.

yay but no rush!

Whew. Didn't think I'd be able to update. My history teacher is currently holding my flash drive hostage and it contains all the updated versions of my story :( Luckily I had the second chapter on another computer.

Enjoy :cheer


Chapter Two

The demon got up and stood over her, looking at her with contemplative eyes.

“I should have known you'd figure it out sooner or later. What gave me away?”

Joan struggled against her invisible bonds before answering. “Josh told me that you didn't cross the salt line.”

The demon frowned. “Oh....him. You know I was really hoping that he'd be dead by now, but he was able to fight off the demons I sent after him.” He sighed. “You just can't find good help these days.”

Joan glared at it. “So you're the one that's drawing the others here?”

“Yep,” it answered nonchalantly.

“I suppose you're going to kill me now,” she asked, anger beginning to build up inside her.

“Now, why would I want to do that,” it asked, regarding her with amusement. “After all you are carrying my child.”

Joan stiffened, feeling as if it had just punched her in the gut. “What?”

The demon smirked. “I've been in your husband's body for three months now. You do the math.”

“You bastard.”

“Now, now,” it said in a placating tone. “No need for name calling. Listen, we can work something out.”

“Like what,” she asked angrily.

“How about once the child is born you give it to me and I leave you and your family alone? You won’t have to worry about demons coming after you, and you and your husband can just go on living your lives.

Joan clenched her fists and looked at the demon with hate filled eyes. “You do realize, don’t you, that you’re asking me for my first born?”

“I’m being very generous, Joan,” he said, his voice acquiring a hard edge. “You’ll have other children.”

Joan just continued to glare at the thing that was ready to destroy her whole life.

The demon glared right back at her, obviously tired of waiting for a response.

“Of course we could always do it the other way and I could kill you and your husband. Either way I will end up with my child.”

Joan couldn’t think of anything to get out of the situation she was in. She looked up at the demon bearing Jonathan's face and sighed. “OK.”

The demon smiled, delighted it had won. “Good girl.”

Joan felt the pressure disappear, and she could move freely again. She looked up at him, and then using her mind, flung him up against the wall.

Joan got up and began backing away quickly, all the while the demon snarled at her. She reached the door and turned the knob, opening the door behind her. Once again Joan used her power to throw the demon into a wall, this time with enough force to stun it. She ran out the door and across the lawn. She saw her brothers Mustang parked at the end of the driveway. Without hesitation she pulled open the door and got inside. Josh already had the car started. He took off down the street going far over the speed limit. Joan leaned back in the seat, a single tear rolling down her face as she thought of Jonathan hitting the wall.

“Are you okay,” Josh asked softly, glancing at her.

“Yes.”

Josh cast her worried glance.

“You were right,” she said after a few minutes of silence.

Josh frowned. “About what?”

“About the demon being after us. It told me.”

“Don’t worry. If we lure it into a devil’s trap-“

“You know that it isn’t always that simple,” she said cutting him off.

“What do you want to do, then?”

“Is Pastor Jim still at the church?”

Josh looked at the dashboard clock. “Probably. There was some kind of committee meeting at nine, it’s a quarter to ten now.”

“I need you to drive me there. I want to talk to him about all that's happened.”

Josh nodded. “Alright. It's probably best we get to hallowed ground anyway.”

Jim was just telling the last of the people good bye when he saw the familiar white mustang pull up to the curb.

He saw both Josh and Joan get out of the car. Joan wore a glazed expression and Josh kept glancing at her worriedly.

Jim bid the couple he had been talking to a final farewell before walking over to Josh and Joan who were standing beside the mustang at the curb.

“What happened,” he asked, knowing something was wrong.

Joan remained quiet so it was Josh that spoke up. “Jonathan is possessed.”

Jims jaw dropped in surprise and horror. “Are you alright?”

“It didn't hurt either of us,” Joan said in a monotone voice.

Jim put an arm around her shoulder. “Let's go inside. You can tell me all about it then.”

Joan sat quietly at the table in the kitchen that adjoined the fellowship hall. Josh was leaning against the counter and Jim was busy making coffee.

“Do you want some,” he offered.

Joan shook her head.

“I'll take some.” Josh sat down at the table across from Joan. Jim handed Josh a mug and sat down with his own.

“How did this all happen?”

Josh opened his mouth to speak, but Joan began talking first.

“Josh came over to tell me about the possessions and he had a salt line in front of the door. Jonathan didn't cross it, so Josh told me I should test him, which I did.”

“Did the demon say anything to you once you discovered it,” Jim asked.

“Just that he was after Josh and me. It wasn't a very long conversation,” she passed a hand over her stomach.

Josh reached across the table and held her hand. “Don't worry we'll get that thing out of him.”

Joan smiled appreciatively at him. “Thanks.” She took her hand out of his and placed it on her lap. “Do you mind giving Jim and me some time alone. I need to talk to him about something.”

Jim raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Umm....sure.” He got up and stretched. “Hey Jim is it okay if I crash here tonight?”

“Of course. You can sleep in one of the rooms we usually have for visiting pastors.”

Josh nodded and walked out of the small kitchen.

Jim turned to Joan. “So what it is it that you want to tell me that you can’t tell your brother?”

Joan smiled. “What makes you think that? Maybe I just want to pray.”

He smiled at her affectionately. “Because I know you well enough to know that if you wanted to pray it would be by yourself and not with me in the church kitchen.”

“There was something that the demon told me, that I didn’t tell Josh about.” All traces of humor were now gone from her face. “It told me that the baby I’m carrying belongs to it.”

Jims eyes widened in shock. “Are you sure it wasn’t lying? It could have just-“

“It told me that it had been possessing Jonathan for three months. I’m one month pregnant.”

Jim opened his mouth and closed it again. “Why haven’t you told Josh about this,” he asked finally.

“I’m afraid he’ll want me to get rid of it.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to make a deal with a crossroads demon to kill the demon.”

“No! Joan you’re not trading your soul. There has to be something else you can do.”

Joan clenched her fists. “Like what? Run and spend years being chased down by demons? Or force it into a devil’s trap and probably kill Jonathan in the process?”

He sighed. “Running away and being chased is better than going to hell for the rest of eternity.”

“I would never be able to leave my baby alone because of the constant risk of the people around us being possessed. The demon would get him or her sooner or later.” She stood up. “I'm going now, cover for me.”

“You're going now?”

“I need to do this as soon as possible.” With that she turned and walked out the door, not looking back to see Jims distressed expression.

Joan shivered as she got out of Josh's Mustang. Luckily he had left his keys in the car, so there was no need for her to steal them.

She carried a small metal box that Josh usually kept his fake I.D. Cards in. Now it only held her drivers license. She had had to go a few miles out of town to find a crossroads made out of dirt, but she didn't care. All that mattered was doing what she had to to protect her family.

It didn't take long for a crossroads demon to show up. Only a few seconds after burying the box she heard a voice behind her.

“What do you want?”

She turned around to see a short, middle-aged man with a receding hairline. His eyes turned a bright red.

“I need a demon dead. Can you do that?”

The demon folded its arms. “Depends. Tell me about the demon you want dead.”

“It has yellow-eyes and-”

“Sorry, but I'm afraid I can't kill that particular demon.”

Joan groaned. I guess it's time to switch to plan B, she thought.

“Can you at least make it so that it can't go near me or my family?”

The demon pursed it's lips and thought for a moment. “I suppose that can be done, but it's going to cost you.”

Joan laughed bitterly. “What else can I give you beside my soul?”

“Well, since this is a special case you get a few years less than most people. The demon won't be able to go within 3,000 miles of you or your family and in six years you go to hell. After that the demon will be able to get as close as he likes to your family.”

She winced. “Six years? How about seven?”

“How about no? It's six years or no deal.”

Joan sighed. “Fine.” She leaned in and kissed it, sealing the deal. With that being done she walked back to her brothers Mustang and drove off, hoping the demon had been instantly expelled from Jonathan as soon as the deal had been made.

Azazel smiled to himself as he approached the church. Joan had probably thought that she would be safe from him on hallowed ground. She was wrong. He was on the front steps of the church he felt himself being forced from the body.

Not just the body, he realized. The town as well.

“Joan,” he growled, knowing that she must have made some kind of deal.

Looks like you lose, Jonathan said inside his head.

“For now maybe,” he replied. He pulled out a long knife from his waistband and plunged it through the stomach, going so far that it buried itself partway in the spine. He pulled it out just as he was expelled from the body.

The knife slipped from Jonathan's fingers as soon as the demon was gone, He fell on his side, blood blossoming across his blue shirt. He tried to call out but all that came out of his mouth was a low moan and a trickle of blood. Jonathan knew that even if someone found him right then that it was too late. He was loosing too much blood. Tilting his head slightly he could see a crucifix above the church doors. “Joan,” he whispered, as darkness began to take hold of him.


The next chapter will skip ahead six years so prepare yourself.

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:o wow another great chapter. can't wait to see what happends next! :hide

Thanks. Hopefully you won't have to wait long

ah don't worry about it. it's all good. i can wait. lol. :D