Title: What Was and What May Possibly Be?
A Dean/Jo Supernatural Story
This is an alternate universe fanfiction and is based on the storyline premise and monster from the "What Is and What Will Never Be" episode of season two! This author is in no way associated with the writers and/or producers of the Supernatural show and all characters belong to the awesome Eric Kripke and his associates. No copyright infringement is intended.
The story is told in the first person from the POV of Jo Harvelle.
Chapter One: The Hunt
I'm driving down a secondary road late at night somewhere in freaking Iowa. It's pouring buckets of rain and my wiper blades are doing little to enhance my vision on the dark narrow road ahead. I'm trying to read a hideously confusing gas station map while keeping my eyes on the road when I'm interupted by my cell phone ringing. Caller ID...great, it's my mother.
"Hi mom."
"Joanna-Beth where the hell are you? I haven't heard from you in almost 3 weeks!", she rages.
"I'm fine. Thanks for asking," I reply with a sigh. "I'm in Iowa, just outside of Grand Falls I think. Gotta lead on that Djinn I got a whiff of in Nebraska. It's been abducting people in the area and stashing them someplace. I'm trying to figure out where."
"A Djinn! Do you have any idea what those damn genies are capable of Jo?" Ellen says.
"Of course I do mom. I'm not an amateur you know. I followed this thing around for a week last month before it went to ground. I'm not going to let the bastard get away this time!" I express rather emphatically. I'd been hunting on my own for about a year now. Mostly ghosts and some low level demons but for the most part things had been going well. I liked doing it alone...much less complicated that way. No one to answer to but myself with the occasional one night stand to satisfy any of my post hunt urges. Still couldn't shake the damn dreams though.
"You shouldn't be hunting a Djinn alone Jo. I think Sam and Dean ran into one awhile back. Why don't you given them a call? Maybe they're close by and can help you out on this one," my mom suggests.
Yeah like that was going to happen!
"I'll be fine mom. I don't need anyone's help on this one."
"What exactly do have against asking those boys for help anyway? Is there something you're not telling me?"
Well there's a loaded question! Other than mentioning to my mother that I ran into the Winchester brothers a little over a year ago at the bar I worked at, I didn't divulge anything more about what went down that night. Almost getting killed by a demonized Sam and then saving Dean's ass only to get abandoned again was not something I cared to share with anyone, let alone my mother.
So I lied.
"No mom and I have nothing against Sam and Dean. I just don't want to bother them with something I can handle on my own that's all."
"Fine! It's not like I'm going to change your mind anyway. Just remember to watch out for the Djinn's eyes. They have some kind of magical properties or something. So don't get yourself caught staring into them," she warns.
"I got it mom thanks. Look I'll call you later ok. I gotta go. I think I found the warehouse I'm looking for," I reply then abruptly disconnect the line before another protest can be heard.
A few minutes later, I finally pull up to the building where I suspect the victims are being taken. I enter cautiously through a back window. My pant leg gets caught on a broken piece of glass and I swear as it cuts into my ankle. I check the cut out but it's not deep. Just a pain in my ass really. Hopefully Djinns can't smell blood? Ah screw it I'm already here and it's still pouring outside so it's not like I'm going back out there right away. Carefully I scope out the large room using the small maglite Ash had given me on my 21st birthday. Nothing. Well shit. Maybe I figured the location wrong. It wouldn't be the first time with this stupid demon.
Behind me I hear a faint moaning sound. I turn my flashlight around to see a slight movement in the back corner of the room. As I move toward the source of the noise, the small figure of a young girl becomes visible. She has a needle attached to her carotid artery that's slowly drawing blood away from her body into an attached IV bag. The girl is only semi-conscious and is hanging by her wrists from a rope tied to a beam in the ceiling. I drag my dad's old blade from its sheath and begin severing the ropes as I speak to the girl trying to rouse her.
"Hey wake up!" I urge. "I'm here to help you. Come on honey..that's it. My name is Jo and I'm gonna get you out of here ok."
"No please...I don't want to leave him," the girl pleads in a weak voice.
"You don't want to leave who...the demon?" Well, that's a first I think to myself. "Look if I don't get you out of here fast, you're not going to make it. Do you understand? You've lost too much blood so please let me help you."
The girl starts to cry rambling on and on about not leaving him alone. I still have no clue who "he" is so I gently remove the needle and wrap the girl's arm around my shoulders turning to find the closest exit to this shit hole. I'll have to come back for the Djinn tomorrow night I think to myself just before I see a shadow moving from the corner of my eye. I have no choice but to lay the girl on a nearby crate and prop her up against the wall. All the while, I'm drawing the small derringer from my hip holster to add to my arsensal of usable weapons. You can never have too much fire power I always say. It's a damn good thing I remembered to dip dad's knife in silver since my research revealed that's the only way to kill these suckers. It looks I'll be hunting the Djinn tonight after all.
Pressing my back against the wall, I grip the handle of the knife in my right hand with the pistol cocked in the other while I scan the area with a practiced eye. Shit it's dark in here! All I need to do is get close enough to the demon to drive the silver tipped blade into its neck. Sure no problem! I just need to find the bastard first.
Just then, I feel a shiver across the back of my neck and whip around dagger swinging and gun drawn. He comes at me fast and in solid form. His grip is like iron and he squeezes my wrist forcing me to drop the dagger to the floor. Damn! I manage to get a shot off with the gun in my left hand. The bullet isn't silver however and even though it strikes the Djinn in the shoulder, it just serves to piss him off further as he knocks the pistol from my grasp. I close my eyes forcing myself not to look at his face actually heeding my mother's warning about the demon's magic filled eyes. Unfortunately, the demon squeezes my throat harder still and the pain forces me to reflexively open my eyes. He catches my gaze instantly and the magical force keeps me from turning away from his stare. Great...there's those funky magic eyes. Why are mothers always right? Couldn't she be wrong just this once? The Djinn brings his boney tatooed hands to my temple and the last thing that comes to my mind before plunging into darkness is one simple yet straight forward thought...crap!
End Chapter Two
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