It's a sis-fic time! Sorry for those who aren't fans. But today's episode is "No Exit" but it's going to be titled "No Way Out". Please comment and Enjoy. Thank you so much for following and reading my work of fiction. All rights belong to CW for the creation of Supernatural. Christina is the only one I own the rights too. Please enjoy!
Dean's POV
It was half past nine in the morning when we arrived at The Roadhouse, me getting out of the driver's seat, Sam the passenger and our sister Christina from the back. "Los Angeles, California." I said with my award winning smile that would make any body that listened to me agree with me.
"L.A.?" Sam asked with all three doors closing all at once. "Why?"
"A girl gets brainwashed by an evil cult." I said choosing my words carefully.
"What's her name?" Christina asked folding her arms against her chest.
"Katie Holmes." I said with a smile, and both my siblings started to laugh.
"That's funny, Dean." Sam said leaning on the car. "And for you so bitchy." I chuckled but my good mood was cut short by a loud crash and glass breaking from inside The Roadhouse.
"Of course on the other hand-" we all turned and started to walk towards the Roadhouse front doors. Christina was hesitant. "Cat-fight." I said once we got nearer and could heard the loud yells from Jo and Ellen.
"Guys I don't think this is a good idea." Christina said giving herself a scared look.
"Why?" I asked gripping the handle.
"The Harvelle's Cat-fights are legendary." She answered. "I almost lost my life." Sam and I gave her a sideways glance which made her fold quickly. "Alright, but sometimes it feels like it."
"Come on." I groaned and pushed the door open, yet Sam and I were very nervous to head inside.
"I'm your mother!" Ellen screamed slamming a chair on the floor and shoved it underneath the table making the cheap candles moved an inch towards the edge. "I don't have to be reasonable."
"You can't keep me here!" Jo screamed. Her nose was flaring and her body was trembling. The soft punch in my shoulder brought me back into the real world.
"Don't you bet on that!" Ellen screamed stomping down the stairs.
"What are you going to do chain me up in the basement?" Jo screamed. I couldn't help but look over at Christina who shot me the look 'you say anything I will kill you'.
"You know what, you've had worst ideas then that recently." Ellen screamed stomping down the stairs. "But if you don't want to stay then go back to school!"
"I didn't belong at school! I was a freak with a knife collection."
"Yeah, and getting yourself killed on some dusty back road, is that where you belong?!" Ellen's eyes shot in our direction her eyes narrowing. "Sorry guys. Not a good time."
"Okay." Sam said heading towards the front door.
"Yeah, I rarely drink before ten anyways." I said heading towards the front door. I guess Christina was right about being involved with this.
"Wait, I want their take on this." Jo screamed. We stopped as a young family wearing neon yellow shirt with "Nebraska is for Lovers" walked in holding a kid each.
"I don't care what they think." Ellen screamed.
"Excuse me," the man said his voice barely reaching calming levels. "But are you guys open?"
"No!" Jo screamed.
"Yes!" Ellen screamed at the same time.
But we saw the uncomfortable look on the guy's face as he shot a glance over at his wife who looked to be pregnant with another two bundles of joy. "We'll try the Arby's down the street. Thanks." The guy said and they walked out in a hurry.
"See what did I tell you?" Christina hissed. "Legendary."
The phone started to ring and Ellen and Jo froze each sizing each other up before Ellen stomped over and answered it. "Harvelle's." She said running her fingers through her hair. "Hello, preacher."
Jo walked up to us holding a folder in her hands. "Three weeks ago, a young girl disappears in her apartment in Philadelphia." I looked down at the folder afraid to touch it. "Take it it's not going to bite."
"But your mom might." I said glancing over at Ellen who was glaring at me as she was still on the phone. I looked down at Jo who tapped my chest with the folder until I reached out and grabbed it.
"This girl wasn't the first. In the past eighty years six other girls have vanished. The cops don't know of a pattern because it happens every couple of decades. But the victims were all the same. Petite young blondes."
"Who put this together?" I asked seeing the glare that Ellen was giving me. "Ash?"
"Me." Jo said looking a little hurt by my comment.
"Nice." I said and I saw her face light up.
"You know we hit the road for less." Sam said seeing me consider the case.
"You like it so much. Take it." Ellen said giving Jo that look of 'try and fight me'.
"Mom!" Jo screamed looking put out.
"Joanna Beth! We've lost too much in this family. I'm not gonna loose you too." Ellen gave us a dark look. "Take care boys."
End of Dean's POV
~N.W.O.~
Sam's POV
"So Philadelphia." I said looking down at the folder. "And blond girls are being taken."
"So let me guess, I'm gonna have to stay at the hotel the entire time?" Christina asked her voice laced with a joke.
"Actually I think of using you as bait will be good." Dean said pulling off the exit. "I mean you fit the profile. Maybe we can get lucky."
"Dean," Christina said putting her face next to his. "If this your way of keeping me home. It's not going to work."
"Come on!" Dean said accidentally knocking her in the face with his head making her and him let out a groan and me smile a bit. "You got a family waiting for you. A boyfriend and a kid. You shouldn't spend all your time with us."
"Well, Dean, last time I checked this is America. Where things like this happen all the time. I'm not leaving them completely. Just wanting to spend more time with my brothers. To get to know them better. Hell, so you're not afraid to see Alex."
"Dean, your going to miss your exit." I said cutting into their arguing.
"Shut up Sam!" Dean snapped before he barely made the exit. Christina sat in the back pursing her lips as she usually did when she was about to cry. "Look, I'm not saying you're a bad hunter. But this is kind of a big deal now. You're the only other family member we have and we want you to be safe."
"So you're making me stay away from you two, where I'm not protected?" She asked I rolled my eyes wanting to keep my mind on the case. "Yeah some smart idea." She huffed. "Hows that working for you?"
"Christy, you're being a little bitch you know that?"
"Well, I guess it runs in the family, Dean." She growled slamming hard against the backseat her arms folded tightly against her chest. She soon fell down on the seat her face away from Dean's view. I could see why in a matter of seconds later. Silent angry and sad tears fell down her face.
~N.W.O.~
Philadelphia was like any other big city as Dean drove through the streets. We found the apartment address and pulled out in front.
"What address was the girls?" Dean asked as we climbed up the stairs to the third floor.
"Room 12." I said quickly as I didn't want anymore drama from my two siblings. We arrived at room 12 and Dean, out of habit, checked the front door. I bent down to unlock it but it was taking me more time then usual. Ever since I had gotten my hand broken by a ghost in Illinois the cast became a hindrance as it hurt when I had any type of pressure in it.
"Move over," Christina said pushing me aside. "Your taking way to long." Dean looked as though he was going to strangle her when the door slid open and Christina stood up handing me my lock-picking tools. "I'll stay and watch." She said with a snarl towards Dean who groaned with annoyance and Dean and I walked inside the room.
It was spotless as we took our EMF detectors and began to sweep the room. Dean was in front and I stayed near the door. "Got anything?" He asked and I shook my head, until I waved the machine near a lightswitch and it began to hum.
"What the hell?" I said as I saw something oily and black coming from the hollowed metal box of the lightswitch. I turned off my machine and barely touched the liquid. It was cold like ice and it acted like oil. I knew what it was, even though I'd only seen it once or twice before.
"Is that ectoplasm?" Dean asked touching it too and, him being Dean, raised his finger up to get a better look. "Sam, I think I know what we're dealing with." I turned to look at him. "The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man."
I gave him my 'bitch' face, as he called it, and shook my head. "Dean I only seen this once maybe twice. This is one serious pissed off spirit."
"Guys, I'm hearing voices, please hurry it up in there." Christina hissed.
"Alright, lets quickly bag this ghost before it snags any more girls." Dean said and we quickly walked out.
We closed the door behind us before walking down the hallway only to stop when we heard a familiar voice. Jo was rounding the corner talking animatedly with a gentleman, my guess the super. "You know my friend was telling me about these apartments saying they're really good. I'm so glad I listened to her." She turned and was surprised to see us for a second before she walked up to Dean and held him close. "This is my boyfriend, Dean and his buddy Sam."
"And the girl?" The super asked.
"Sam's girlfriend." Jo said flashing the super a smile. I saw the uncomfortableness in Dean's eyes as he wrapped an arm around her waist. Christina smiled up at the super and closed in tightly we both felt strange being that close together.
"Quite the catches you guys have." The super said with a smile.
"Yep, mine's a real pistol!" Dean said smacking Jo's ass much to her discomfort.
"So honey did you look at the apartment that was for rent?"
"Yeah I did." Dean said playing the role a bit more extravagant then he should. "We love it."
"How did you get in?" The super asked his eyes full of suspicion.
"It was open." Dean said quickly. Jo reached down and quickly pulled out a wad of cash handing to the super.
"We'll take it." She said and the super nodded amazed at the sudden wad of cash that she had before handing her the keys.
"Enjoy you guys." The super said.
"We sure will." Dean said pulling Jo into a tighter embrace. "Come on honey, lets go check out our new place."
End of Sam's POV