Sorry I lost my story so I had to re- edit a few things and re-post it. There are some changes in each chapter to make it more of a thriller; also added some things to Chapter Four. Here it is. ENJOY!
Chapter One
The metal fence gate opened and the convoy pulled inside. The convoy stopped and Dean climbed out of the Jeep in front. His passenger climbed out of the jeep. Dean walked to the back of the jeep and opened the trunk. He pulled out his shot gun; he watched his passenger walked out from behind the car. He aimed his gun at him and shot the men, in the chest. His passenger fell to the ground dead. The men had watched then walked behind the pickup truck to pulled out the supplies they had receive. He walked to the main cabin and went inside. Bobby and Ellen were sitting at the table, looking at a map for site maybe with supplies. They turned and looked at Dean.
"So anything good," Bobby asked.
"Yeah, we found some frozen food, canned, frozen and fresh vegetables as well as the necessary supplies," Dean said.
"That is good. How long will that last us," Ellen asked.
"It was a major jackpot and it will last us a long time," Dean said.
"Good, but we need to keep looking to keep these supplies up," Bobby said.
"Also, we lost another," Dean said.
"Who was it," Bobby asked.
"Jacobson," Dean said. "He was bitten and tried to hide it."
"We need to find a way to have this stop," Ellen said.
"We know that, but what is that way," Bobby asked.
"You know," she said. "It might be the only way to stop this whole thing or find another way."
"Has Sam returned from his mission yet," Dean asked.
"Yeah he got back about two hours ago. He lost some men as well," Bobby said.
"I am going to my cabin," Dean said.
"Okay thanks sweetie," Ellen said. Dean walked out of the cabin and started walking towards his cabin, but stopped. He turned and looked at the mess hall, the last man walked out.
He walked into the mess hall and Jo was standing there, cleaning one of the tables. She turned and looked at him.
"What do you want," she asked.
"I was wondering if I could have a beer," he asked.
"Sure," she walked behind the counter and pulled out a beer. She walked out and handed him the beer. She picked up the bucket and walked towards the last table. She started picking the trash and throwing it into the waste basket. She pulled a wash rag from her back pocket and dipped it into the soapy water. She ran it out and started wiping the table.
Dean watched her lean over and her rear was outlined. He tilted his head to looked at it. She turned her head and looked him; he quickly put his head right and looked away. She chuckled and went back to wiping the table.
"What," he asked.
"I noticed what you just did," she said.
"What did I do," he asked.
"Staring at my ass," she said. "I saw you."
"I was not," he said.
"Don't lie. I know you were," she said.
"You wish," he said. She stood straight up and turned, staring at him. She turned around with a play full look on her face.
"What," he asked.
"This," she said as she threw the wet wash rag at him, hitting him in the face. It dropped to the floor and he stood up with the same play full look. He picked up the rag and threw it back at her. She ducked and grabbed the bucket, ready to throw the water at him.
"Don't you dare," he said at her. She was ready to throw when he came at her; she threw some water at him. His shirt was drenched. She put the bucket down and started running. He picked up a bucket and started chasing around the tables. Her laughing screams echoed through the mess hall. He grabbed her by her hand and pulled him towards her. He dumped the bucket on her, drenching her. She laughed then caught her breath. She looked at him and looked at him. He moved a piece of wet hair behind her ear. She smiled at him; he turned to get a towel when he slipped on the ground. She cracked up as he laid on the ground. She stopped laughing when he was not moving.
"Dean," she asked. He was not moving or saying anything. She started walking towards him. He was still not moving or saying anything. She stopped next to him; suddenly, he grabbed her ankle and pulled, making her fall to the ground. Both of them started laughing and wrestling on the floor. They stopped when he was on top of her. He was very close to her face. He looked at her, into her eyes. He leaned in close, but she put her two fingers against his mouth.
"Dean we should stop," she said. He looked at her for a moment and saw some reason why in her eyes. He climbed off and helped her up.
"I'll help you clean up," he said
"Nah it's okay. You go to your cabin and relax," she said. He nodded and gave her a little hug. He walked towards the door and looked back at her. She walked behind the counter into the kitchen. He walked out of the mess hall and started walking down the road. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He leaned back against the door and closed eyes, wondering why was she resisting.
Jo walked out of the mess hall, towards her and her mother's cabin. She stopped and looked at Dean's cabin. His light was still on. She turned and walked away. She stepped up the stairs and walked inside her cabin. She closed the door behind her and took off her jacket. She stripped herself of her clothes as she walked to her closet. She opened it and pulled out the blue robe Dean had given her after coming back from a mission. She started wrapping it around her body.
"You know what he has to do," a male voice said. "He only has to say the word." She knew who it was, by the tell of his manner.
"And want makes you think that he will change his mind," she asked.
"You," he said. She turned around to look at Zachariah. "You can change his mind to say yes. This war could be over if he said yes."
"You know he was right. You angels are really dicks, well at least some of you are."
"You can change his mind and things would be for the better," Zachariah said.
"Nothing will be for the better. Do you not get it?" She exclaimly asked. "You cannot going to convince me or him. He has made his choice," she said. "Now please, you can show yourself out." She turned back around and started walking towards the shower.
"This will happen if I have your help or not," he said. He disappeared. She looked into the mirror; she pushed her hair out of her face and held it back for a moment. A single tear fell down her cheek and fell into the sink. This was stressing her out. She walked over to the shower and turned the faucet. Nice warm water shot out of the top. She put her hand under to feel, likable temperature. She untied her robe and let it fall to the ground. She stepped out of the material and inside. The water flowed down her body, massaging her skin and muscles for the soreness she felt. She leaned her head back into the water and soaked her hair through. She closed her eyes and thought about what Zachariah said. Maybe he was right about how this war would change if Dean became Michael's vessel, but that is up to Dean, not her.
Sam sat up as he lay next to Sara as she slept. He put his hand on her slightly swollen belly, feeling his child moved inside of her. He smiled at the little futter under his hand. He laid his head down on the pillow as he kept his hand on her abdomen. He stared at the ceiling, thinking of what was to come. Suddenly, he felt a hand on top of his. He looked over at Sara as saw her smiling. he remember the first time he met Sara, two years ago. She was hiding from croates when his hunting party found her and had brought her to the camp. Sam and her had not separatable since. He rubbed his other hand along her cheek and leaned in close, giving a small kiss on her lips. They laid back on the bed and closed their eyes, dreaming of a different future.
Chuck woke up and stared at the ceiling for a moment. This was the start of their future.
"You must not tell them," a male voice said. Chuck sat up, turned around and looked at him, standing behind him.
"Why," Chuck asked.
"This is the only way they can discover to defeat Lucifer. They have to discover it," he said. With that, he disappeared.
The Next Day
Dean walked into the mess hall and saw Jo giving out some rations. She looked up at him for a moment, then went back to looking at the people in front of her. He walked over to Bobby and Ellen's table. He sat across from them, but he quickly turned and looked at Jo.
"Good morning," Ellen said. Dean didn't hear nothing and kept looking in Jo's direction. Bobby and Ellen looked at each other for a moment, trying to figure out what was distracting him, but they looked in the direction he was looking and saw what he was looking at.
"Dean," Bobby said, his voice rose a little. Dean turned and looked at them.
"What," he asked.
"We're trying to talk to you and you are not hearing us," Bobby said.
"Sorry, do you find anything," Dean asked.
"We'll there is a camp, an old abandon military base about 20 miles from here and they are willing to distribute some food and neccesites to us. They'll someone to travel up to them to get the neccessites," Bobby said. "I was thinking about leaving this morning or afternoon, but would have be back before dark," Bobby said.
"We'll leave after breakfast. I get some people to go," he said, about to get up.
"Also could you take Jo with you," Ellen asked.
"Why," he asked. "She usually does not go on missions."
"She is part of this camp, she does a good job with everything, but she needs to take this step," Ellen said.
"Alright," he said. "I will go tell her." He turned around and started walking towards her.
Jo was passing out the food packs when a little girl came through the line. Jo looked at her. "May I have one please," the little girl asked. Jo picked on up and walked in front of the little girl. She bent down to her level. She handed the pack to the little girl and gave her a smile. The little girl gave her a hug which Jo gave in return. "Thank you," the little girl said. She turned and skipped back to her mom. Jo stood up and watched.
"I love when you do that," Dean said. Jo turned around with him smiling at her. She gave him a smirk and gave him a food pack. He took it, but stood in front of her. "Jo after breakfast you might want to get your gun and meet me by the trucks."
"Why," she asked.
"Your mother and step-father has just asked me to take you with me to retrieve food and supplies from a military base," Dean said.
"But why? I am not that good at field missions," she said.
"They feel it is time for you to learn," Dean said. "I would just do it since there is no way of talking them out of it."
"You're right. I'll go get my gun and meet you at the trucks after breakfast," she said. She turned around and went back to serving the food packs. He turned and walked back to the table.
She walked inside of her cabin and grabbed her father's shotgun. She loaded it and put the remaining bullets in her coat pocket. She turned around and saw her mother standing there.
"I know you hate going on field missions, but we need the extra help," Ellen said.
"Mom it's fine. I have to go," she said, walking around her.
"Think of it this way, a chance to be with Dean," Ellen said, which made Jo stop in her tracks. She turned and looked at her mother.
"Are you trying to set me up with Dean," she asked.
"No," Ellen said. After saying that, she remained silent. Jo was not stupid, she knew a matchmaking job when she saw one. She sighed.
"Mom I love you," she said. Her mom walked to her and hugged her.
"I love you too," Ellen said. She pulled back from Jo and they walked outside. Jo knew what they were trying to do, so she was just going to go along with it to humor them. This was going to be different. She started walking towards the convoy.
Ellen watched Jo walked towards the trucks. Bobby rolled over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"You think they know," Bobby asked.
"I think Jo knows, but I'm not so sure about Dean," Ellen said, then looked down at Bobby. Both of them smiled, she helped him turn, and rolled him towards their cabin.
So how did you like it?
This is my first story ever so please be gentle. I hope you like it and I will have another chapter up as soon as possible. Thanks and leave reviews.
TWINROSE II