HOVERING OVER HIS unconscious brother, something appeared in the corner of his eye. He glanced that way to find Jack standing where he had disappeared just seconds ago, only this time, his white shirt was smeared with blood.

What happened? The other victims discovered had no wounds. What did Jack do this time? Did he even remember what he had done, or was his memories still blocked after an attack?

Jack's knees collided with the floor as he sobbed, his eyes darting between each hand. "You should've killed me!" he shouted.

Dean listened to him sob, but he didn't run to his side. He knew what he had to do. His brother meant the world to him, and he had promised to protect him. He wasn't going to give up on that promise now.

Jack turned his head upward and looked his way. Gasping, he climbed to his feet and ran towards Dean, kneeling on the ground beside Sam. "What happened?" He sniffed back a sob.

"He was poisoned," Dean answered, blankly.

"What?" Jack asked. "How?"

Dean's eyes never wavered off the Nephilim, afraid that he would disappear if he suspected something. "When Benjamin captured him."

Jack turned his attention up towards Dean. "Like how he's using that serum on me." He gently placed a hand on Sam's bicep. "What are we going to do? How are we going to get the antidote?"

Dean narrowed his eyes as he slowly lowered Sam to the floor. "I can give him you." Pulling back his hand, he balled it into a fist and lunged it across Jack's cheek.

The force spun Jack around and he landed on the floor on his stomach unconscious.

Dean sighed as he glanced down at his brother. "I'm sorry, Sammy. But I won't let you die." He stood to his feet and walked over to his duffle bag. Rummaging through its contents, he found the handcuffs he had made specially for Jack—the handcuffs with the Nephilim symbols engraved into the metal. Walking back over and kneeling beside Jack, he gripped the young boys hands and pulled them behind his back cuffing his wrists.

He rolled Jack onto his stomach and hoisted him up and over his shoulder. As he hurried to the door, he took one final glance back at Sam who laid unconscious and bloody on the floor. This had to be done.

He cracked open the door and scanned around the door outside and the parking lot making sure no one was around. He swiftly made his way outside, closed the door behind him, and headed towards Baby. He opened the back door and gently placed Jack down on the leather. He slammed the back door shut and opened the driver side at the same time. Slipping inside, he started the impala and drove off towards the stadium.

*****

Dean shoved Jack forward and down onto his knees. A bright light suddenly lit up their surroundings revealing the arena where Jack, Jason, and Callie had played just yesterday.

Jack pulled on his arms as he tried breaking free from his bonds, but didn't have the strength. He turned his head upward towards Dean, a plea for freedom in his eyes. "Please, Dean! Don't do this! I don't want to become Benjamin's personal killer!"

"We're here!" Dean shouted, ignoring what Jack had to say.

Swinging his head back around at the sound of wings, Jack saw Benjamin standing before him. Jason stood back to the right holding an angel blade up to Castiel's throat—Castiel's face was already bloodied from what had to have been a small battle. Glancing to the left, two more angels stood with their angel blades grasped in their fists.

Jack swallowed a lump in his throat as he gazed up at Benjamin. Benjamin smiled down at him. "Good job, Dean!" he said. "I knew you had it in you." He pulled out a small green vial from the pocket of his jeans. "You'd do anything for you baby brother."

"Just don't hurt him," Dean said, softly.

Benjamin snorted. "I don't think it's your concern what I do to him." He extended his hand, the antidote resting in his palm. "Do you want the antidote or not?"

"On one condition," Dean negotiated. "You have to release Castiel."

"Deal," Benjamin said, rolling his eyes as he waved a hand through the air.

Jason narrowed his eyes as he lowered the angel blade from Castiel's throat and shoved him forward.

Castiel collapsed onto the grass. "Dean, what are you doing?" he asked. "This is a bad idea."

"Cass, please," Dean interrupted. "I know what I'm doing." Dean maneuvered around Jack as he stepped up to Benjamin.

"Dean, no," Jack said, feeling his heart break at Dean's betrayal.

Dean glanced back at Jack. "I'm sorry, Jack. I truly am, but..." He trailed off as he grabbed the antidote. "Family comes first."

Jack furrowed his brow in anguish. Family comes first? He had always thought that he was apart of their family. He knew he was born a Kline, but he felt like a Winchester. He always knew he couldn't compete with Sam, but he had started to think of Dean as his own older brother—even if Dean had wanted him dead several times.

He could've foreseen Dean getting anger one day and trying to find a way to take him out himself, but allowing him to become a mans personal killing angel? How could Dean do something like this to him? Now, everyone's life on this earth would be threatened.

As Dean walked past him, Jack lowered his head feeling defeated. All of a sudden, he felt someone messing with the cuffs that held his powers at bay. Twisting his head around, he found Dean unlocking the Nephilim handcuffs.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Benjamin shouted.

Backing away, Dean yelled, "Now, Jack!"

Feeling the cuffs fall to the ground and his power return, Jack jumped to his feet. He felt his eyes tingle as they glowed gold and a bright light encompassed him. He smiled as he raised a hand in Benjamin's direction. Feeling a strong force of wind blowing his hair and clothes, everyone around him moved in extreme slow motion.

He glanced down at Benjamin's belt noticing an angel blade resting inside. Using his index and middle finger, Jack took control of Benjamin's body. He forced Benjamin to grab the blade on his belt in his fist and, swinging his hand upward, he caused Benjamin to plunge the blade into his own chest.

As Jack lowered his hand, the glow died away along with the tingle in his eye, and everyone around him sped back up.

Benjamin gasped as he tumbled over on the arena ground. He withered there for a few seconds before eventually falling limp.

Jason quickly sprinted over to the two angels and shouted, "Get me out of here!" Before he could reach them, their eyes and mouths suddenly beamed bright as an angel blade protruded through each angels chest. Jason slammed his heels into the ground causing him to fall backwards on his rear.

Castiel stood behind the two angels as they slipped off the blades falling to the ground. "You're not going anywhere, Jason." He dropped the blades and stepped up to the boy, gripping him by the arm. With one blink, they were gone.

Jack slowly turned towards Dean as confusion swept over him.

Dean sighed and wrapped Jack in a comforting embrace. "I'm so sorry, Jack. I needed you to believe me as much as I needed Benjamin too."

"I..." Jack gently pushed Dean away, "don't understand. You don't want me dead?"

Dean lowered his hands down to his side. "I never wanted you dead, Jack. I just needed Benjamin to believe that I didn't care about you." He held up the antidote in his palm. "So I could get this from him."

Jack stared down at the antidote. "So, you never intended to leave me with him?"

Dean smirked. "Of course not!" He playfully smacked Jack on the shoulder. "Your family, and family comes before anything."

Jack smiled as Dean's words sank in. He called him family? Did he really mean that? After all this time, did Dean finally see him as a Winchester?

Noticing Dean's gaze shift past him, Jack turned around.

Castiel walked up to them as he said, "I dropped Jason off at the nearest precinct saying he was the serial killer they were after."

"How'd you get them to believe you?" Dean asked.

"I used one of the fake badges you gave me," Castiel explained, "and said I found his fingerprints at the crime scene. I planted them there."

Dean stifled a laugh. "At least he'll get what he deserves." Turning to Jack, he said, "Can you get us back to the hotel? Sam has minutes left."

"Of course," Jack said with a nod of his head. Gripping Dean's shoulder, he spread his wings and flew through the opened roof of the arena. To Dean, it would be as fast as snapping a finger, but to Jack, it felt like an eternity. Flying through the air feeling free. He finally felt like he couldn't be controlled anymore.

Teleporting through the roof of the motel, he landed in their room. Sam still laid on the floor in the same spot he had nearly two hours ago, only now, he looked pale.

Dean quickly knelt beside Sam, and popped the cork on the vial that held the antidote. Pouring the green substance between Sam's lips, he sat there waiting.

Jack knelt beside Sam as he waited for something to happen... But nothing did. He glanced between Sam and Dean as Dean continued to stare at his brother. "Is something supposed to happen?"

"I don't understand. It should've worked!" Dean shouted.

"Maybe it just takes a minute?" Jack waited as what had to be a minute passed by. His heart dropped knowing that it hadn't worked.

"No!" Dean shouted, slapping his palms against the floor. He lunged the small vial across the room and it collided with the wall shattering to pieces. "We're too late!"

"Or Benjamin gave you a fake antidote," Jack said.

Dean stood to his feet, placing his hands behind his head. "Either way... he's gone."

Jack noticed tears forming in Dean's eyes as Dean looked away. Glancing down at Sam's lifeless body, Jack felt his own hot tears arise. He lowered his head as he began to weep, but Sam's eyes suddenly shot open as he started coughing.

"Sammy!" Dean fell to his knees beside his brother.

Sam rolled onto his side as he coughed up the blood that must've pooled at the back of his throat; his color instantly returned. Panting, Sam rested against Dean as Dean drew him in to his chest.

Sam unexpectedly started laughing lowly. "Remind me never to do that again."

Dean and Jack both laughed.

"Did we get him?" Sam asked.

Dean glanced towards Jack as he smiled. "We got him. We'll never have to worry about the Silvers' again."

"Good." Sam pushed away from Dean, drawing his leg up to his chest. He ran a hand through his tangled hair as he sighed and gestured towards Jack. "Guess that means Kitora's over for unless someone else takes over."

Jack shrugged. "I think I've had my fill of Kitora. I'm not looking into playing anymore games anytime soon."

"What?" Dean asked, shocked. "But... ten thousand dollars?"

"It's fake," Jack confessed. "Jason told me they just say that to get people to play the game."

Dean's eyes widened as his mouth dropped.

"W-Why would you play then?" Sam questioned.

"Because it was fun," Jack responded. He smiled as joy filled him. "And it made me feel like my mother for a while. It made me feel normal."