Death Truths
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, any of the characters, stories or anything to do with it.
This story takes place after No Rest For The Wicked
Something wasn't right. Jo knew it. She felt it. Then again, what was right these days?
Ever since the Devils Gate opened, nothing has really been right. Ghosts were usually the most common enemy a hunter would face but in the last year, they had fought more Demons than they ever had spirits. It was war.
But that wasn't the worst. She had learned that Dean Winchester, the man she had started to fall for, had sold his soul to the Crossroad Demon, in trade for Sam being brought back to life. She didn't know how much time he had got. She didn't know when the Hellhounds would come, but she hoped that when his time was up, that he would call for her to help. A year has passed so far and still no call. No word from him. No word about him.
Jo was lying on her low class motel bed while Ellen was at the table that always came with them. She was on her laptop, looking for the next case, which half the time were demons, and they were a real bitch to get rid of.
While Jo was trying to get some sleep, she didn't get too much anymore, Ellens phone rang. It was playing some old rock song. Maybe Elvis or The Rolling Stones. She answered it.
"Hello?"
There was no reply.
"Hello?" Ellen said once again
"…Ellen…" She heard a rough voice say.
"Yeah, who's this?" She asked.
"…Bobby" He said.
"Bobby!" She said. Jo heard this, but was too tired to really care. "So, what is it?"
"Ellen…..It's Dean…" Bobby said, choking back tears.
"Dean? What about him?"
Jo perked at his name. She sat up and watched carefully. Ellens face was confused at first. Then it turned to shock.
"Oh my God" Ellen said with horror.
Then her face turned to sorrow. She hung up the phone and got up. She went to a window and opened it, the wind blowing in, cooling her down.
"Mom, what is it?" Jo asked, with both curiosity and caution.
"It's uh…" She started but could not finish.
"Mom. What is it?" Jo asked once again with a little more force.
"It's Dean. He's….He's Dead," She finally finished. She turned around as tears started pouring out of her eyes.
Jo simply stood there, in total shock. She could not believe it. It couldn't be true. Dean was like her idol. Just as her dad was. He was gone, but Dean couldn't be. When did a deal only have one year? Never. Then again…John Winchester had no time at all.
After the initial shock took over, the horror set in. He was gone. Her mother wouldn't lie about something like that. And Bobby wasn't known for playing tricks like this.
Jo finally collapsed. She fell to the ground and began crying. It was then that she remembered about the deal. Dean wasn't just gone. He was in Hell. He will suffer who knows what in the Pit and there is no escape. This only made Jo cry even harder.
Ellen saw this and walked over to her. She grabbed her and held her. Ellen stayed strong for Jo. She needed to stay strong.
Things were going to be different now.
It isn't very good. Just trying to learn to write. I may a second part to this. Please do review and please tell me what to improve in and be as harsh as you want.