Okay, here is the (maybe) Last installment of Supernatural. Don't worry people it will be my story installment not the Tv series. So breathe. If none of you know what happened shame on you. Just kidding. I'll recap like always.
Recap- Play Kansas-Carry on my Wayward Son.
Salem Oregon. Julia's hometown. She's running from a past that has caught up with her and she doesn't' want to admit it. Meg is dead. John is dead She thought Dean died and feels like she has lost so much, so she went to make a bargain with a demon only to find out it was a trick to get her to come to the crossroads. She ends up bargaining for Sam and Amy to have the demon's stop coming after them. After pissing off Julia and her trying to send the demon back to hell, it created it's own bargain, vetoing her own bargain she tried to make with it.
It's bargain involves her life. The demon wants her as his lover. And won't stop at anything to get it. Now as Julia was speeding back towards Dean, she gets pulled over. The officer recognizes her as a murderer and now is throwing her in jail. This season begins where the 3rd one left off. Julia's POV
1 week later
"Julia Leigh Master is charged with the murder of Jesse Cane, Kate Tures, Jamie Tures, and Anna Noric. Your also charge with thievery, hiding from he police, not cooperating and faking your own death. She is hereby Guilty of all charges, her execution will take place tomorrow at dawn." The judge said loudly, "Any last words?"
"It was all worth it." I replied.
6 days ago. The night of my arrest.
Gravel and dirt was shoved into my mouth as the cop ground me into the road. The cool metal of handcuffs closed over my wrists. All the while he read me my rights. Roughly he yanked me up, the cuffs biting into my skin. He patted me down, enjoying it a little to much. But the whole time I stayed still, not wanting to cause more trouble. He lead me to the patrol car, lights flashing, radio squawking. The feeling of someone watching me rushed over me. Something dark brushed my mind. Looking behind me I saw a quick glimpse of the demon standing near Dean's car. He smiled at me, eyes sparkling, he mouthed Soon.
Without warning I was shoved into the car, and the demon disappeared from my view. My head cracked against the metal frame and a headache started immediately. Head throbbing the door was closed and the deputy spoke into his walkie talkie. After reporting in he ducked into the car. Putting the car into drive he said to me,
"Your in some trouble kid."
Like I don't know that I thought, settling into the car and placing my feet on the backseats of the grate. A thought popped into my head.
"What's gonna happen to the car?" I asked leaning forward.
He laughed, wrinkles appearing at the corner of his eyes. It was a laugh that say Why do you care? But he answered me anyways.
"It'll be towed to the station, then we will find the owner."
I started to protest, about to say I didn't steal it. But the thought of them finding dean and Sam made me sick. Dean is gong to be so pissed. I thought, leaning back into the seat. Damn it, this was turning out to be one hell of a day.
Station
Walking through the station at night was interesting. Overhead lights cast everything into a dull blue white color. Making it look like a morgue, only with living people. Different people sat on benches, pushed to the sides of the wall; waiting for their punishment. Handcuffed to the legs of the benches. Each face closely guarded or angry. Lucky for me I was brought up first, straight to a desk where a brown haired women sat writing something down.
She looked up as she heard I footsteps. Her eyes were weary and dead looking. Dark circles lay underneath her eyes showing she'd been here to long. She barely glance at me and spoke to the deputy. "This her?" she asked, stern voice hoarse.
He nodded and jerked me closer to him. The woman sighed and leaned back in her chair, "Take her to room tow. She'll be questioned there."
Escorted to the small room they locked the door behind me. Silence settled in, almost deafening. I was free to wander around this tiny room. A metal table sat in the middle of the room, taking up most of the space. Only two chairs occupied it,one on either side of it. More pale lights we in here, on the ceiling. Making the shadow seem more dense than they really were.
On shadow stood out more than the rest, the dark reflective window. That enabled people to see into this room, but forbid me to look out. I wondered who was behind there, how much did they know about me? Irritated at being caged I flipped off whoever was behind that window. Even if no one was there they were probably recording me. Anger rolled beneath my skin, I was so stupid to have been caught. And in all places my hometown.. I prayed to God that if any family of mine was here that my case would be publicly put in the newspapers.
With a frustrated sigh, I sat down on one of the seats. It was going to be a long night. A ripple of worry coursed through me as I thought of my cousin and the Winchesters. Hopefully Amy would be okay. She really hadn't been involved in anything. But Dean and Sam, that was a different story. If they were caught we'd all be in jail. Resting my head against my hands I groaned. How would I contact them? The door opened suddenly and three people stepped in. The first person to step in was a young guy. He hurried to my side. Moving fast he grabbed my hands gruffly and locked them underneath the table. The chain clinking loudly a it rubbed against the hook that held them. Soon after he locked me into place he left.
The second one was a man as well, only he was shorter, fine blond hair covered his skull. He set up a camera on a tripod on the table quickly. His blue eyes darted towards me, not in fear but to make sure I didn't do anything tricky. Smart boy, I just might lunge at him for no reason I thought. I laughed and he glanced up quickly to look me in the eyes thinking I was nuts probably. A red light come on near the lens and he left.
Lastly the third person was leaning up against the wall near the door. Waiting until everyone had left. He held a manila folder in his hands and was reading it to himself. His dark hair was gelled back, making it look shiny. His face was angular giving him sharp features. Hi nose had a slight bump, indicating it had been broken before. Black eyes skimmed the folder and he ignored me. The eyes were hard, showing nothing, betraying no feeling. He didn't look tired but rather angry. One to be feared.
He started to speak, voice smooth and calming, "Julia L. Master. Daughter of Michelle and Greg Master Both are alive and well expect it says here about a year ago they lost both their children. Two daughters. Twe-"
I interrupted, "Enough! Don't tell me what I already know."
The words came out harsh and angry, and to finish it off I stared the officer dead in the face. His jaw clenched slightly before he smirked and threw the folder onto the desk. Papers slide out, exposing what I've done, or rather the lack of it. He sat in the chair across from mine and laced his fingers together. He let out a small sigh.
"Where've you been Julia?"
The tone was soft, and didn't match his appearance at all. His eyes searched mine, and I made sure I was guarded. I didn't want him to find out anything at all. Keeping my mouth closed I looked away from him. Wanting him to leave me alone. I didn't want him interrogating me. It wasn't fair, it brought back memories. We had know each other before Meg was taken. He had been her fiancé , and they were supposed to be married the day after she had been taken.
"Talk to me." He persisted gently. I refused to answer. "your supposed to be dead. I was at your and Meg's funeral."
"Jake you damn well know that wasn't a funeral." I replied angrily and glared at him.
His dark eyes were filled with sorrow. Jake wanted me to talk, but this was the last thing I wanted to do. I already had said to much. He wanted to know what happened, but I wanted to keep that buried. How do you tell someone that the love of their life is gone?
"Damn it Julia." Jake breathed, "What the hell happened to you?"
"I died, but it didn't stick." I said sarcastically
"Stop it!" he said loudly, fist slamming on the table. "I'm trying to help you and your making jokes. You could die here. And I want to prevent that."
His tone became softer at those last words. My heart felt heavy and I sighed feeling bad. Clearing my throat I looked him in the and he waited patiently for me to speak.
"Jake don't bother preventing it. It'll be better when I'm gone." I said slowly, feeling a little guilty at lying to him. No way I was just going to say I don't die. It was better to protect than have his blood on my hands. "After the fire I skipped town. I know I should've stayed but I couldn't handle being here anymore. Not after what had happened to her. I justed wanted time on my own."
I hoped he believed the half lies that were coming out of my mouth.
"Julia." he started softly and placed a hand over mind. I didn't bother pulling away. I wanted to give him some sort of peace. "What about your parents? What do you want me to say?"
Anger flared in me and I tried to pull away. The chain hindered my movement but I succeeded in getting his hand off my own. "You-" I growled, totally angry that he mentioned them. Tears burned my eyes.
"I didn't know someone had contacted them until I was handed your file." He said sadly.
"How's this helping me?" I cried.
"Julia I swear I didn't know!" he protested.
"You know what he did to me!" I yelled, old memories surfaced and my skin crawled.
"Your accusations of your father never had enough evidence!" he snapped back.
"You saw the bruised on my body. Saw the broken ribs." I said, voice falling to a sob. How could this happen? I couldn't escape, my past had caught up with me. Much faster than I had thought.
"The doctor said it was bruised not broken. I didn't know what I saw. Our sister was never touched. Your mother had bruised but she didn't get them continually."
"IT'S STILL ABUSE! You know that my father came to me. ALWAYS! He knew I was different!" I yelled, shaking. What was I to do? What would Dean do? I didn't want to leave him again.
"What the hell does that mean? I wasn't the one who punched your father. You did. He pressed charges. For all I know you bruised yourself on purpose.!" he roared, eyes blazing. He stood up and slammed his fists into the table.
The words cut to my heart and I stared angrily up at Jake. Immediately he realized his mistake.
"Julia I'm-" he began, voice soft again.
"Get out." I growled staring past him and at the wall.
He tried to apologize again and I glared at him. At the top of my lungs I screamed, "GET OUT!!!!"
Sighing he scooped up the papers and file, and shuffled them back into place. His hand was on the doorknob when I said, "Jake. Forget about me. Let me die."
I made sure the words were emotionless. As he heard them his head bent lower. I knew I hurt him, but I didn't care. When he tried to help, the problem got worse. I thought of my sister and my heart ached. It wasn't fair. It was better if he didn't' know anything and stayed out of my problems. At least then he'd stay alive.
5 days ago.
"What the hell did you get for 360.00 dollars?" My dad yelled.
This fight was going to be bad. I just knew it. Only because I could hear my father's voice through the floorboards and into my room. That was never good. My mother's voice was strained as she tried to calm him. Something crashed against the wall and my mother yelled. My skin crawled and I shook in anger. This wasn't fair. She had just bought food that was it. And nearly all of it was for him, because he had asked for it. He didn't even foot the bill. I did.
Slinking down the stairs, their voices got louder, more clear. My only thought was I wouldn't let my father touch her. Standing outside the kitchen, I could see them. My father's back was to me and he was threatening her. His burly form engulfing her tall slim frame. My mother kept trying to have my dad see reason. But he wouldn't listen. Her hand flew to the phone on the wall.
"I'm calling the police." she said loudly.
He trapped her hand with his own so she couldn't lift the receiver.
"Greg, your crushing my hand." she said, rather to calmly for me.
"You don't need to be wasting my money." he growled.
"Look at yourself, your crushing my hand." she said.
I felt numb watching this scene. Suddenly I screamed for them to shut up. I couldn't take this anymore. His head swiveled towards me and he growled my name. To make me be submissive and walk away. She tried to pull form his grasp bu he clamped on tighter. He said my name again and i shook my head. Ignoring him, he wouldn't intimidate me anymore. I wouldn't walk away anymore. Running up I hit my father square in the jaw, I heard his teeth click as he staggered back.
"DON"T EVER TOUCH HER!!" I screamed, anger roaring in my veins.
He yelled something at me but I couldn't hear him. For once in my life I was noticed only now I thought I would die form it. He ambled towards me, the sound to my life shut off. His lips moved but I didn't hear. I just need to protect.
One slap and it was like a hammer had hit my face.
Stumbling back, my head hit the wall. My world spun as I crashed to the tile floor. Everything was swimming, and going dark. I could taste blood in my mouth, my jaw ached. Something grabbed my right arm and shook me. Pain burst through my arm, stars swam in my eyes. I wanted to curl up in a ball. My body was shook again and slowly shapes became clear in my eyes. Dad screamed in my face, mother behind him trying to pull him off me. He let go of my arm, nails pulling my flesh apart. He tried to slap her away and she backed off, thats when she called the police. I screamed suddenly finding my voice, my arm throbbed but with a burst of energy I socked him in the nose.
Blood spurted from his nose, and he lifted a fist at me. I tried to crawl away, but he was to heavy. The police should be here I thought, they stopped him. Thats how it happened. But this time they didn't come, they didn't stop him. His fist came down.
Screaming and flailing my arms, I tried to make the remnants of the dream disappear.
"Shut up bitch. Some of us are trying to sleep." a voice mumbled above me on the bunk.
Ignoring my cell mate I sat up, breath coming out ragged. Opening my eyes I looked at the dark cell I was in. The room was cold, and eerily quiet. Putting my head in my hands I tried to bury the memory that had manifested itself into a dream. Shifting myself, I put my feet over the side of the cot. My right arm throbbed, the scars that were there were hot to the touch. My eyes stung like I hadn't slept and I let out a sigh. Pushing way the phantom pain that tired to settle in my body, slowly the night terror faded away.
My whole life was a lie. I thought, lying was how I protected everyone. Even the brothers. I sighed, my heart feeling heavy. I thought of Dean, and it helped push the nightmare away farther. I wondered where he and the others were. Shuddering I thought of how much I missed Dean's touch, and hugged myself. Would he ever forgive me for my lies? I wondered. This was miserable, where is my hope? I thought. Swallowing the lump in my throat I closed my eyes and tilted my head back to stop the tears. A gate closed nearby and I groaned. It was time to get up.
4 days ago
During breakfast, it was like high school all over again. All the women in different groups on each table. Th murmur of voices a buzz in the cafeteria. Scanning the room I stood there looking for a place to eat and sit in silence. Spotting an empty table I made my way across the room only to drop my tray as I tripped over a foot. Crashing to the ground I rolled over to see my attacker. My cell mate stood over me. , a sly grin on her face. Dark eyes glaring at me. Since I had been transferred over to her cell she had it out for me. Since the beginning. I didn't know why nor did I care. But it didn't mean I had to take it. The room fell silent as they watched us. High School all over again.
"Watch where your walking. Some of us actually deserve to eat." she snapped.
"Sorry big foot." I mumbled Pushing myself up. "Didn't see the wide load sing on your back."
She scoffed at my remark and made to trip me over again. Passing by her foot I made to leave. She yelled at me, "Do you think your better than us?"
I stopped and smirked, turning to her I said, "Yeah, Yeah I do."
She sneered at me and I waved to her, and made my way to walk out. "BITCH!" she cried and I ignored her even though anger bubbled beneath the surface of my skin.
"I'm talking to you." she crowed and grabbed my shoulder.
"And I'm deaf to your whining." I replied.
Her jaw clenched and she lashed out, punching my jaw. It was a horrible shot, barely tapping my lower jaw line. But it caught me off guard. I started to fall everything slowing down. Hooking my left foot behind her legs she feel as well. As time sped up we both hit the ground with a loud thwap. I sprang up as soon as I fell, hunter training settling in my bones. The girl screamed and staggered up. She went after me again and I went into defensive mode. Blocking every move threw her into a fury. As she was about o punch me again I kicked out and hit her in the knee.
She cried out stumbling back, one of the other girls took over her place. Black hair streaming behind her, she took a swipe at me. Raising my hand to block the blow I was to late to notice the broken plastic knife in her hand. Instead of stabbing through my neck, I shifted so she cut my neck. I felt the plastic tear through my skin. Finlay the guards came, pulling us all apart. I held the right side of my neck, trying to stop the bleeding. I didn't want them to know I could heal. That was the last thing I wanted them to know. The guard pulled me up to my feet and walked me out of the room.
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1 day left.
Night had fallen. I was in a cell of my own, in a quiet wing of the prison. Blocked off from eh rest of the prison. Some Doctor had patched me up saying it wasn't to bad. Now the bandage was on the floor smeared with a little bit of blood. The wound was closed now and the scar almost gone. Now as long as no one looked closely I'd be okay.
Laying on my cot, fingers pinching the bridge of my nose I sighed. The sound of gates opening could be heard, but I didn't bother to get up. I just wished I could get out of here. My sentence was final. Death by injection. How nice. No way I'd ask help from Jack, he'd want to know the truth. And I didn't want that. I wanted him far away from the Hunter's world. I had to find another way. I wish I could talk to Dean, one last time.
"Julia?" Jake whispered through the bars of my cell.
Opening my eyes I sat up and regarded him. Wondering what he was doing here. Sticking a hand through the bars he motioned me to come towards him. Pulling away form the cot I walked to the cold bars.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I heard about your sentence. I"m sorry. I wish I could do more." he said voice hushed.
"What's done is done." I said, shrugging it off. Pretending it was nothing even though I was scared out of my wits. I didn't want to die again.
"Don't do that. Act like nothings wrong. I know you better than that." he said, "But the reason I'm here is I know I haven't helped you at all. I"m just wondering if there's anything I could do."
An idea formed in my head, and I asked; "Can I make a phone call?"
"A phone call? That's it?" Jake asked, surprised.
"Please?" I asked.
"Hello?" Dean answered, picking up his phone.
"DEAN! Oh thank god, its so good to hear your voice." I said, wallowing in the sound.
"Julia! Where the hell are you? We've been looking for you, and I got a call about my car being in the police station. What the hell happened?" he demanded.
"Thanks for asking how I've been." I mumbled, trying to keep my anger at bay. "Listen put Amy on the line."
"No! I want to know what happened. Come-HEY!" Dean yelled as the phone was taken away from him.
"Hey Julia. You okay?" my cousin said.
"Amy. I need you to do me a favor." I said, bending close to the phone booth. Looking behind me Jake urged me to hurry up.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Say hi to Fluffy, let him out of his cage every now and then." I said and hung up.
"That's it?" Jake asked looking at me giving me a confused look.
"Yeah. Put me back will you." I said.
He gave me a funny look and brushed my hair away from my neck. I tried to pull back and he grabbed my hand. "Your wound...its...gone..."
Damn it! I thought and yanked away, at the moment another guard came in and got Jakes attention. He nodded and said, "She has a visitor."
My palms were sweating as I tried to figure out who would be waiting for me in the visiting room. As we walked in I saw who was sitting at the table and tried to back away. No! No! The guards pushed me forward and Jack gave me a sad look. My father stared at me, and motioned me to come towards him.
Being pushed forward I had no choice but to see him. As I sat across from him I tried not to shake. My father tsked at me and grumbled,
"I always knew you'd do this."
Too shocked to say anything I stayed silent and he shook his head. "Your mother left me because of you."
Anger flashed in me and I opened my mouth, "It's about time to, you bastard. You destroyed my life."
He controlled his anger, if the guards weren't there I knew he would have hit me. With a sneer he replied, "I'm glad its come to this. I'm glad when you will be dead. Rotting in the ground, you were nothing but a burden to us."
"Trust me. I'll only be happy when your dead. My death will just haunt you forever." I snapped and walked away.