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It's a regular caravan that shows up at Metropolis today.

Vehicle One: The Coraline, a modifies pick-up truck being driven by everyone's favourite bloodthirsty pirate, with a distinctly anti-killing ex-Robin in the passenger seat. The ghost of a teenage girl is technically sitting on the roof of the cabin, but sometimes she pokes her head in to interrupt the boys in their conversation.

Vehicle Two: A 1967 Chevrolet Impala, the only one blaring out tunes, while the driver and his blonde passenger sit in relative silence, not having much to say to each other.

Vehicle Three: A Porsche, containing one carefully prepared hunter and one blind woman who prides herself on not needing any preparation. The conversation in that one is a little more lively, even containing the occasional laugh from the girl.

It's a ridiculous procession, considering they don't really know where they're going. But Jack has all six of his senses peeled, looking for a young teenage girl of Chinese origin who isn't a young teenage girl of Chinese origin.

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Sylar doesn't like to run away, because it admits defeat, but he will if he has to.

But hey, if the people who tried to make him dead again want to give him another excuse to be violent towards them, then to a great extent he's really not complaining.

This body might be tired, but it's large and it's strong. Dean's tackle does knock him off-balance; he keeps at least one foot free and aims a fierce kick at the man's face. But he's falling as he does, and making a grab for Jo's arms, partly to deflect her attack and partly to either stop himself from falling or bring her down with him.

!!!

Jubilation dives into her body the moment it goes limp. She has to fit now, right?
Sparrow groans, opens her eyes, and goes to stand up.

"Ow! Motherf - "

Actually, not in front of Wingman.

Having shouted a warning to Sam, Jack hangs back a little when Dean and Jo launch themselves at him.

Not least because the only thing Jack can really do is kill things, and that probably wouldn't get him into Jo's good books.

He starts forward after a second, though, mostly to break the guy's hold on Jo.

Dick lifts Jubilee to her feet, grinning at her in immense relief. "I'll block my ears," he suggests, "for ten minutes. After we get this crim behind bars."

He'll go help with that in a sec - just as soon as he's sure Sparrow is OK.

Dean's pretty sure Sam just kicked his teeth in. Goddamnit this is not going how he wanted!

He tries to hang on, but Sam is stronger, taller, and did not just get kicked in the face; also, the blood makes the damn kid's legs slippery.

"Jo! Get him!"

Sparrow frowns at Dick.

"Go! What the hell are you doing here?"

She's fine! She just needs some time to sit and go ow a lot.

Or to scramble to her feet, trying her damnedest not to swear. Everything hurts.

She's hardly going to win in a tug-of-war with Sam Winchester. (As if she ever thought she might.) He's bigger and he weighs far more. But she's tiny and she takes the momentum to curl up tight and slam into him with the force he's both pulling and falling with.

He's everywhere. Again.

She doesn't shudder. There's too much happening, too much adrenaline. But the wave of panic, helplessness and old bitterness is part of the equation.

There's someone's hand on her shoulder and arm, and Dean is yelling, when she manages to get one hand free from Sam/Sylar's grasp. She's ignoring them, ignoring how personal this feels.

She's far from helpless this time --

"You'll have to do better than that, asshole," she grunted when she pulls back and punches him hard in the groin, only to follow it with gripping and twisting. "Get the fuck out of him."

-- and she won't pretend some part of her didn't love that.

Oshi--

Jo's blow knocks the breath out of him, and he jerks his knees towards his chest in an automatic defensive reaction, pulling his feet away from Dean's bloody face.

He's focused on things more important than answering her, though. She's smaller and lighter than him, and Jack's pulling her away, and if Sylar puts everything he has into dragging himself up by the both of them and doesn't spare either the use of his strong new knees and elbows and fingernails and fists...

He's on his feet, wincing, one boot sliding momentarily, and starting to run again.

He certainly wasn't trying to get Jo away from Sylar, just keep her from being hurt, but something snaps in Jack as the situation becomes more claustrophobic.

And as Jo starts to react to Sam.

Jack pulls a gun and points it at Sylar's retreating back. And this body doesn't have the ability to phase.

And then Sylar's retreating back stumbles and, for a brief moment, goes down.

They aren't the only ones fighting.

Dean doesn't shout at Jack, he just punches him.

Hard.

"Don't. Shoot. Him."

GODDAMN IT IS EVERYONE HERE CRAZY?

Jack usually takes punches by not being hit by them. But some things just blind him, and he doesn't see this coming.

Dean's punch smacks straight into Jack's jaw at the same time as the first shot he's taken on this world goes harmlessly through a wall. The pirate almost goes down, certainly staggering.

Then his eyes snap up to Dean, and slide unspeakingly to Jo.

But he doesn't bring the gun back up.

Sylar starts in alarm at the gunshot. He would react further, maybe look over his shoulder or something, but you'll forgive him if he's a little busy over here fighting a vicious mental battle.

He crawls back up to his feet, but it takes him a couple of tries to get out of the door to the fire escape. See, one of his arms just seems to want to hang onto the doorframe.

Some reaction was expected. One got used to men having a rather bad reaction to that sort of attack. A set of long knees slamming uncoordinatedly into her hadn't exactly been the one she'd thought it would be.

But then she wasn't fighting Sam Winchester. She was fighting a being stupid enough to try and take over Sam.

....but that thought may have vanished when it became a mauling fest to get past her. (Sam is getting a knife in the gut the next time this happens.) It'll take her a few seconds to shake off the really sloppy but hard elbow blow to her sternum.

Long enough to catch the gun shot and snap her eyes up.

Where she catches the weird paused fighting of Sylar with the door, and Jack's not-nearly-sheepish look and gun next to Dean's royally panicked-pissed. Pressing a hand to her chest as she was forcing herself up, she pointed at Sam. "Go!"

It only that didn't sound more like a wheeze.

Here's the thing about crazy powers, at least as they apply to Sam: while he'd had some difficulty earlier, that had been related to Sylar not actually being a demon, to seperating him from Jubilee's real body, to various outside forces that Sam had been forced to focus on at the same time.

With Sylar actually in his body, taking over all the physical responses and providing such incentives as attacking Jo and Dean, Sam is finding that, for once, something about these powers is pretty straight-forward.

Pushing, for instance, is always easier than pulling. Especially when it's all he has to focus on.

ASJDHLAHS DON'T STOP HIM FROM USING HIS LEGS WHEN HE'S RUNNING DOWN A FIRE ESCAPE. SRSLY.

He catches himself before the ground has to break his fall, but now is really the time to stop running, lean hard against the outer wall and cling to the--

--shit, that's a bit of him dislodged, like skin tearing--

--to the--

--hold on, hold on, hold on--

--cling to--

--you know in the cartoons when someone's hanging over a ledge and their fingers are being trodden on, one by one? Yeah, like that--

--cling--

Until another Winchester hand grabs for his and wraps around his wrist, anyway.

Dean is bleeding and angry and just punched a scrawny guy who wanted to shoot his brother and the look he gives Sylar-in-Sam's-body is pure hate.

"You get the fuck outta him and you do it now," he growls, sounding more like his dad than he'd ever care to admit. "Or I will drop you and Sammy can take the broken limbs."

Jo says go, Jack goes. He has a bruise forming and a cracked jaw, but let's be honest, he's had worse.

And he's likely to give himself worse. While Dean catches his brother, Jack has jumped over the side of the fire escape and is descending by means of grabbing parts of the railing to break his fall as he goes.

He plans to beat the bottom should Sylar fall.

They're outside now, and Leah can hear them. She stands away from the car and turns an ear towards the proceedings, trying to get a gauge on what's happening. Because it doesn't sound like they've won.

Jo's coming. A little winded since sucking in air is still causing pain, but she's jogging after the rest of them. She catches the sight of Jack bounding down, just before she finds Sam dangling from Dean's grasp.

She's going throw herself half over and try to grab for Sam's other hand. Dean's got the shouting part down already.

Ah. When you're in contest with Sylar, it's helpful to know that he's a zero-sum kind of player. If you win, he loses. But, conversely, for every little bit that you lose...

I dunno, a grin this vicious and feral and mad (http://www.stripedwall.com/television/Heroes/HeroesS1/heroes123/Heroes1x23003847.jpg) might look a little out-of-place on Sam Winchester's face. (Then again, this mun hasn't seen Supernatural, so anything is possible!)

"Why so upset? Was he your brother? Your boyfriend?" Mocking: "Get used to seeing me when you look at him."

It's fairly clear that, between this lot and Sam's winning attack, Sylar isn't going to get out of here today with a physical form. But broken limbs sound like the perfect thing to leave this guy as a souvenier, thanks!

Sylar has a lot more to think about than mocking now. His stolen insides are rebelling against him and he is getting pushed out: right now.

That was Sam's voice.

Leah tenses, frozen for a second.

Then she starts a few careful steps along the road, bringing herself closer to the commotion.

She can't do anything.

...Okay, so now his face is less with the grinning and more with the abrupt pained panic.

In the space of a few agonized seconds, like some kind of emoting traffic light, it goes: mock, shock, shit, ow ow ow, creeping nose-bleed in the grand old psychic tradition--

Once again, the ghost of Sylar tumbles, bodiless.

It's an obvious transition - nosebleed aside, there is nothing similar about Sam's expression when Sylar drops. There is no thought of pain or shock, just a white face, panicked because he is dangling over a parking lot and does not want to be dropped.

That he's far too exhausted to pull himself up isn't helping.

Still, his fingers twist to grab onto Dean's wrist and he gasps, strained "Help-"