JACK SAT ON top of a cooler inside an old, abandon fish factory with his knees up to his chest. The smell was horrendous, but at least he knew that neither Sam or Dean would be able to find him here.

Rubbing his side, his wound was already mostly healed, but a small amount of pain still lingered. Why had he gotten injured? He had never been able to get hurt like that. So why now? What had changed? Other than becoming a serial killer without the knowledge of being one.

He placed his forehead on his knees and sighed. His chest squeezed as the image of Castiel lying motionless on the ground filled his mind. First Callie, and now Castiel? Callie was the only one he could remember, but he knew that he had killed those other four players too. How many of his friends was he going to either kill or get killed? Everyone needed to stay away from him. The only thing he was good at was losing control.

"You're right. You're kinda a menace now."

Jack raised his head and jolted when he found his father sitting beside him. "Father?" He shook his head. "No. You're not really here."

Lucifer shrugged. "Not yet."

Jack wrapped his arms around his legs and turned his head away from his father. "Go away."

"Yeah... Can't do that."

Jack turned his attention back towards Lucifer. "Then what do you want with me?"

Lucifer snorted. "I don't want anything from you, son. I just wanted to know how it felt being me for once." He laid a hand on his chest.

Jack furrowed his brow. "Being you?"

"Well, yeah. Killing innocent people." Lucifer drew his left leg up to his chest and rested his arm on top of it. "Feels good, doesn't it? People hating you, and getting Cass killed?" He shivered. "Sends chills down my spine."

Jack narrowed his eyes. "I'm nothing like you. Sam and Dean say you're the bad guy. I'm not a bad guy."

Lucifer raised a brow. "You're not?" He chuckled. "Then why'd you run away?"

Jack adverted his gaze as he frowned.

"Face it, son," Lucifer continued. "Getting their best friend killed? Sam and Dean are going to hate you forever." He pointed to himself. "If I'm first on their list, well... I'd say you just replaced me."

Lucifer sighed as he placed his hands behind his head. "You're like me in more ways than you could've imagined, son, and when I find you, I'll teach you everything I know."

Anger rose as Jack clenched his hands into fists. He slammed his eyes shut and yelled, "Go away!" After a few seconds of total silence, he opened his eyes to find that his father was gone.

Resting his arms back on top of his knees, he closed his eyes and breathed a sigh. Was he like his father? No matter how hard he tried to be good, he found it difficult. And now, he had started killing innocent people just as Father had said.

Was this always his destiny? To be hunted by Sam and Dean? To be their greatest enemy? He had corrupted angel blood in him. He was born evil, and as much as Sam tried to get him to believe differently, the events from the past couple days told him otherwise. Perhaps it was best if he just disappeared.

*****

Returning from their talk with the police at the station, Sam stepped out of the car. Hearing Dean's side of the car door slam, Sam felt a chill in the air. He heard Dean talking, but couldn't make out the words as his mind was drawn to something else.

"Dean, something's wrong," he said.

Dean turned and looked at him, giving him a confused face.

Sam reached behind his back and lifted his brown jacket retrieving the gun he had stashed between his pants and skin. Dean must've watched him because he, too, retrieved his gun.

Rushing into the motel, Dean made his way up the stairs and through the hall first as Sam trailed behind.

"No, no, no!" Dean shouted, dashing towards their room at the end of the hall.

Glancing around Dean's shoulder, Sam noticed the door to the room was no where to be seen. Sprinting to the room, Dean was already kneeling beside a wounded Castiel.

"Cass, come on!" Dean shook Castiel's shoulders.

Slipping his gun back between his pants and skin, Sam knelt down on the other side of Castiel. "Dean, is he—" He couldn't finish his sentence.

Dean placed his fingers on Castiel's neck. Heaving a sigh of relief, Dead shook his head. "No, he's still alive." He placed his hands under Castiel's arms. "Help me get him to a bed."

Sam grabbed Castiel's ankles and lifted him at the same time as Dean. Together, they were able to move the angel onto the twin bed on the right.

It was then that Sam noticed a stab wound in Castiel's side. He lifted Castiel's shirt to see that the wound had already begun to heal itself. "What do you think happened?"

He turned his head towards Dean as his brother picked up what looked to be an archangel blade from off the ground.

"Jack," Dean answered. He let out a quick shout of frustration. "He did this! How could he have done this to Cass? To his family?"

Sam furrowed his brow. "Wait, what? You think Jack did this?"

"Who else could've?" Dean asked. He threw the blade back to the ground. "It makes sense, doesn't it? I mean, if he killed Callie and the others... Argh, I should've known better than to leave Cass alone with him!"

"Dean, calm down!" He gestured down to Castiel. "There's no way Jack would've done this. Cass is like a father to Jack. I know he wouldn't do this. He may not be in control of himself, but Jack couldn't do this! And if Cass was stabbed by the archangel blade, shouldn't he be dead? Jack's out there somewhere. We need to find him. Whoever did do this to Cass could have him."

"Face it, Sam!" Dean shouted. "You've stuck up for that kid from the very beginning. He's bad news! I've been trying to tell you all along, and look where it got us! We have five dead Kitora players, and Cass is lucky to be alive. Wherever Jack is, I'm glad he's gone!"

Sam clenched his jaw. Surely Dean didn't mean that. He was just upset, right? He jolted as Castiel began to stir. "Cass?" He leaned forward on the bed as the angels head moved slowly from side to side.

Castiel mumbled as his eyes fluttered open.

"Cass!" Dean stepped up to the foot of the bed. "Cass, are you okay?"

Castiel continued to mumble as he tried pushing himself into a sitting position. He grimaced and gritted his teeth as he fell back against the comforter.

"Whoa, whoa, hey!" Sam placed a hand out. "Just take it easy. What do you need? We'll get it for you."

"Jack," Castiel whispered.

"We know, Cass," Dean said. "You're safe. He's not coming back."

Castiel gave him a puzzled look. "What? No. Jack saved me. I could be dead right now if it wasn't for him. Where is he?"

Sam gazed over at Dean as Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "Wait, so are you telling me that Jack wasn't behind this?"

Castiel gently shook his head. "No. He wasn't." Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he continued, "We need to find him. He was injured last I saw him."

Sam's heart began to race. "Wait! Injured?"

Castiel nodded. "Whatever's going on with Jack, it's weakening his powers. It would explain the head wound during the game, why he passed out, and why he could be stabbed by an angel blade."

Sam's eyes widened. "Stabbed? Jack's been stabbed?"

"Sam, the angel who attacked us could have Jack right now," Castiel interrupted. "We need to find him before Makiel kills him."

Dean grunted as he headed towards the opened door. "And I didn't want to go after him." He fumbled with his keys as he disappeared out of sight.

"I'll start searching for him too," Castiel said. He winced as he stood to his feet, placing a hand over his wound.

"Cass, are you sure?" Sam gripped Castiel's forearm to keep him from falling. "You're still hurt."

Castiel nodded. "I'll be fine. It's Jack I'm worried about." In the blink of an eye, he vanished.

Sam jogged towards the threshold and down the hall to the stairwell. He might've lost Dean already, but he could search for some answers on foot.

Making his way to the street, he began scanning the faces of people he passed by. It was hard to see in the dark, as a full night had not yet passed, but they had to find Jack. If he escaped from this Makiel guy and was too hurt to use his powers, he could easily be any one of the faces in the sea of people.

Searching the ground, Sam tried looking for anything that could've been a sign of a struggle. Jack wouldn't have gone willingly unless he was too injured to fight.

Sam withdrew his phone from his jacket pocket and scanned his contacts searching for Dean's name. When he found it, he dialed. He placed the phone up to his ear as it rang. "Come on, Dean." After a few more seconds, Dean finally answered. "Dean! Any sign of him?... No, nothing here. He couldn't have gotten far... Yes, Dean, I know he could be anywhere..." He sighed. "Let me try, Cass."

Hanging up the call, he scrolled through his contacts until he found Castiel's name and pushed the dial button. Sam continued glancing through faces that walked by as the phone rang. "Castiel, you better answer." That angel never answered his cell.

Unexpectedly, a strong arm wrapped around Sam's chest as a burly hand slapped his mouth, covering his nose with some kind of cloth.

Sam dropped his phone and struggled against his capture, but as soon as the scent of chloroform reached his nostrils, everything went black as he felt his body go limp.