Title: The Choices We Make (are the deals we break)
Author: beyondwonder
Rating: K
Spoilers: Season 2 (references to most of the episodes in season two especially 'AHBL 1&2')
Pairings: Dean/Jo
Notes: A huge, *huge* THANK YOU to Hannah, Sharla and Elizabeth for their amazing help and guidance. You three are truly amazing and giving people. And a big hug to Ness for allowing me to annoy her at 1am bouncing ideas off her.
'Sightseer'
Soft rock music filled the interior of the dark blue pick up truck as it sat parked on the side of the street. It was late in the evening and the normally bustling street was deserted. In the distance a dog barked furiously at the storm galloping towards the small town in Ohio.
The owner of the truck, a lean blonde woman, stood at the phone booth beside the truck punching in numbers from a piece of scrap paper. The song playing on the radio faltered and skipped a couple of beats before resuming the song. Jo Harvelle looked over at the truck suspiciously. Shrugging, she returned to the phone and re-entered the numbers. Her cell phone sat abandoned with its depleted battery on the dashboard.
Jo squinted in the dark phone booth, holding the paper up in the light to see the last three numbers better. She pushed the last digit into the phone panel when she noticed the streetlight above her was flickering.
The distant grumbling of thunder convinced Jo to hang up the phone, and she turned to study her surroundings. Her right hand skimmed down her back for the knife she had tucked securely in her waistband. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted another streetlight flickering pathetically before dousing the opposite side of the street in darkness. Jo swallowed nervously.
The radio inside the car spluttered and static joined in with the chorus of raindrops plummeting against the ground. Jo raised an eyebrow as she slipped out of the phone booth. A cold wind slithered across the back of her neck, electing goose bumps to flare across her skin and she looked up at the sky for an indication that all she was witnessing was a normal storm.
The vibrations from another grumbling of thunder rattled the windows in her truck, and as she tilted her head back further she spotted an unusual black mist peeling away from the storm clouds. A look of dread crossed her features and she discarded the piece of paper and hurried to the truck. Sliding inside, she locked the doors and began searching through her bag on the floor. When she came up empty handed she stared out the truck windows nervously.
Rain pelted against the windows making it hard for her to see anything clearly, but as far as she could see the street was still empty. She reached for the keys to start the truck when something heavy thumped against the roof of the truck. Jo gazed up at the roof and bit her lip with concern. Another thump. Jo sat trembling as the thumps increased. A clap of thunder drowned out the sound of the roof bowing under the force of the blows.
Jo chanced a glance outside, trying to determine the source of the thumps. Through the dirty windows all she spied was rain persisting against the truck, growing harder with each second. A crack to the windscreen identified the culprit as hailstones thrashing the truck.
The radio's static grew louder and she reached forward and switched it off. The side mirror on the truck smashed and she slid to the floor as more and more hail slapped the large truck. Reaching into the open glove box, she rooted around until she found a small packet of salt. She began to tear it open with shaking fingers and started to form an awkward ring around herself.
The sound of groaning metal caught her attention moments before the roof of the truck caved in and the windows smashed out. The power pole that had been flickering above her now lay strewn across the truck and was successfully pinning Jo in her crouched position on the floor.
She began whispering in Latin, her pink lips moving back and forth furiously as she tried to complete the salt circle. Her arm and legs trapped, her left hand shook with the effort as she tossed the salt haphazardly around her.
A large shadow crept over the truck and she looked up. Jo's eyes widened and she let out a scream in horror as it descended upon her. Her screams barely penetrated the night as the rain increased in strength.
Sam Winchesters eyes flew open as his brain digested the last of his vision.
Sweat glistening from his forehead, he ran a shaky hand over his eyes and rolled onto his side. His brother lay in the single bed beside him, long legs dangling over the edge of the old bed. A deep throaty snore reverberated from his pursed lips.
Glancing at the alarm clock, which read 2:30am, Sam swung his legs over the side of the bed. His feet itched on the cold floorboards and he rose, tossing the damp sheets away from him. Dean continued to lay fast asleep while he crossed the room and headed to the bathroom.
The light stung his eyes as he flicked the switch on, and he took a moment to adjust. Outside he could hear the crickets chirping happily and the occasional shift in the trees as the wind tickled its branches. It was the dead of the night and everyone in Bobby's house was fast asleep. All except for Sam, who was recovering from the shock of seeing a familiar face in one of his visions. Visions he hadn't had since the death of the yellow-eyed demon 2 weeks ago. Visions he thought were over.
Splashing cold water on his face, he waited for his heartbeat to return to normal. Sam studied his reflection in the mirror. The paleness that had clung to his features weeks after supposedly returning from the dead in Wyoming had finally dissolved and he scratched his stubble thoughtfully.
Maybe I should wake Ellen? He wondered thinking about his vision of Jo trapped in the car. But what if it was just a dream and I scare her? He gave up on the bathroom and went back to his room. He was surprised to see that Dean was no longer spread out on the bed asleep. Instead he found his brother sitting up against his headboard staring vaguely ahead of him. "Dude, I had the weirdest dream." Dean started, looking at his brother concerned….
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