The conclusion to 'The Devil You Know'. For those who are squeamish when it comes to blood, guts and hacked-off body parts I have left Jo's torture up to your imaginations.

The Devil You Know - the Rescue

"Dean, it's Bobby."

"Hey Bobby, did you dig up any information on that revenant we're looking for?" he asked turning down the sound on the TV.

"No. I've just heard from Alyse Maier…Joshua's dead."

Dean sat up and in a shocked voice replied, "how?"

"Sucked dry by a vampire."

"Son of a bitch!" He rubbed his fingers above his eyebrow. "What can we do?"

"Keep an eye out for Joshua's Mustang and…" Bobby sighed, "and Jo."

"Jo? Was Jo hunting with Joshua?"

"No, Joshua was hunting Jo. He just didn't know it was her until it was too late."

"Wait…Jo's a vampire?" His blood ran cold as he recalled Sam's last voice message - 'Hey Dean, I ran into Jo and she needs help researching a hunt so I'll give you a call when I'm ready to leave. Later, bye'. "Oh god, Sam's with Jo," Dean said in a strangled whisper, through the buzzing in his head he heard Bobby yelling his name but he paid no attention as he abruptly hung up and dialed Sam's number - 'This is Sam, leave a message' - he closed his phone with a shaking hand, "Sammy."

Dean's memory replayed everything in slow motion: rushing to the library where he'd dropped Sam off earlier in afternoon, questioning the librarian when he couldn't locate his brother, learning Sam had taken ill and that a petite young woman with long blonde hair had helped him out of the building. The final piece of the puzzle was the midnight blue Mustang he'd seen in the parking lot, Joshua's Mustang.His thoughts crashed into one another as he strode over to Jo, lightly slapping the flat side of the machete against his leg. Jo gazed up at him, her eyes clearer…the blood poisoning was wearing off. "Where's Sam, Jo?"

Jo grinned and spat blood onto Dean's boot. "Had you going there didn't I Dean? Ivan looks a lot like Sam doesn't he."

He glared at Jo with disgust and wiped his boot off on a clump of grass before he reached down, yanked the bloody knife from her chest and tossed it to the ground. She grunted but didn't lose the smile on her face. Barely keeping his anger in check Dean grabbed Jo by her jacket collar, hauled her up and shoved her back against the Mustang's passenger door. He caressed the side of her neck with the blade of the machete and growled, "you tell me where he is and I'll make your death as painless as possible but if you fuck with me I will make you wish you'd never been born." The look on his face as he spoke would have struck terror in all but the most foolhardy of people. Jo glared back at him in defiance but in the end, her voice hoarse from screaming, she begged for death.

Dean rinsed his hands, machete and the silver knife off in the small crick that ran down the hillside near the cars. Taking a bandanna out of his pocket, he wet it and wiped the blood from his face and neck. He glanced back at Jo's remains while walking to the Impala then pulled out his cell and dialed Bobby's number. "Bobby I…" Dean hesitated, the last week's events finally catching up with him.

"What is it Dean? Is Sam okay?"

Sighing Dean continued, "I wasn't in time to stop Jo from killing…killing a kid who could have been Sam's twin."

"Dean…"

"I caught her Bobby. I caught Jo, tortured her until she told me what I needed to know then I killed her," Bobby started to interrupt but Dean kept talking, "I didn't care that it was Jo, Bobby. All I kept seeing was Sam with his throat torn open and I…" he opened the driver's side door, sat down and rubbed his hand over his face.

"Where's Sam, Dean?"

"In the root cellar of a cabin twenty-three miles south of Highway 101 along the Sol Duc River in the Olympic National Park."

"I can pick you up at the motel in two hours." Dean could hear a door slamming in the background. "Don't say anything Dean."

"I wasn't…"

"Dean there's no way that Impala of yours can go off-roading so stay put and get your equipment ready. Did she say anything about Sam having company?"

"No, no mention of other vampires."

"I was thinking more of her informing hunters of Sam's whereabouts."

Dean slammed his door shut and started the car. "Didn't think of that." He shifted the Impala into reverse and backed into a clearing, shifting it into drive he slowly drove down the bumpy gravel road. "Bobby?"

"Yeah."

"Don't let Ellen see Jo's body."

"Ellen will understand Dean, she knew what was going to happen as soon as she found out Jo had been turned," Bobby replied gruffly, "now where are the bodies and Mustang located?"

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Dean reached out to turn on the radio but pulled his hand back when Bobby glared at him. Bouncing his foot up and down he asked, for the fourth time, "how much farther Bobby?" The foot bouncing turned into fidgeting with his seat belt and drumming his fingers on the dashboard then on his leg.

"Dean if you don't sit still I'm going to bungee cord you to the top of my truck," Bobby said in aggravation. Maneuvering along the washed out road while trying to avoid bottoming out and/or ripping the gas tank off was hard enough without Dean being in full on 'big brother' mode. He understood Dean's anticipation, being a former big brother himself, but he needed to concentrate as he forded the Sol Duc River for the third time in almost the same number of miles. After skillfully avoiding some trees that tried to jump out in front of his truck Bobby took the chance and glanced over at Dean, he noted the glower the boy was giving the passing pine trees and undergrowth. "We're over half way there son. Sam's a tough kid…he'll be okay."

Dean turned to him and shouted, "how can you know that Bobby? Jo could have…" he turned away again and watched a doe and yearling fawn turn tail and run, frightened by the sound of the truck's diesel engine. Through the trees, Dean would catch glimpses of the white underside of their wagging tails as they ran deeper into the forest.

"She wouldn't have gone through all this," Bobby replied waving his hand around, "if the plan was to just kill him. She wanted you to suffer Dean and the best way was for you to find that body back there and think that it was Sam. Then she could do what ever she wanted with him without having to look over her shoulder all the time."

Dean mulled over Bobby's statement and quietly asked, "do you think Jo would have told other hunters about Sam's connection with the yellow-eyed demon?"

"It would be the ultimate revenge. Dean, there's a hell of a lot more demons out there wreaking havoc. Hunters are dying and those who survive need someone to blame, to hold responsible. It doesn't matter that Sam wasn't the one who opened the Gate. He was chosen by a demon and he was there," he looked Dean in the eye, "that is all they will see." Bobby slowed down as the truck slewed to the side when he hit a particularly bad section of wash-boarded road.

"Damnit!" Dean cried out when a nasty jolt caused his head to thwack against the window.

"Sorry."

Dean rubbed his head, "I'm fine, I'm fine." He took a deep breath and slowly let it out as he pushed his emotions back, his voice grew cold. "We're going to have to assume the worse case scenario Bobby, Jo has spread the word. We're going to have to take out hunters."