Meg pulled up in front of a bar at closing time and walked in. "Bar's closed," Jo said, as she turned around and froze at the sight of Dean.
"No, Jo, run away."
"How about one for the road?" Meg suggested.
"OK. One beer," Jo agreed and set the bottle in front of her. "How did you find me anyway?"
"It's kind of what we do."
"Speaking of we, where's Sam?" It would be a whole lot less awkward if he were here, Jo thought to herself.
"He couldn't make it."
"What are you doing here, Dean? We didn't really end things on the best terms," Jo pointed out.
"That's why I'm here. I wanted to square things."
"Square things how?" Jo asked. How could he fix the fact that his father killed her father?
"Run, Jo, run!"
"I thought maybe we could make a baby and name it after your father," Meg said.
"What?" Jo asked. "Get the hell out of here."
Meg grabbed her hands and pushed her down onto the bar. "Dean, no, stop."
"Stop it."
Jo reached over for Dean's now empty beer bottle to hit him over the head with it. Meg saw the action and grabbed her wrist. Slamming the beer bottle down on to the bar, it smashed, depriving Jo of her weapon. Then Meg took Jo's head and slammed it down on the bar. "Maybe Sammy would like some company." Carrying Jo out to the car, Meg tried to decide how to work this. She had planned to just rape Jo and leave her wondering what Jo and Dean would do about it later, but then the little bitch had tried to hit her with a beer bottle. She tossed Jo in the back seat and drove a couple of miles to the lake.
Jo was beginning to stir. "Jo, I'm going to give you two choices," Meg told her as she fished handcuffs out of the glove compartment.
Jo sat up and bolted out of the back door. "That's not one of the choices," Meg said getting out of the front door and tackling Jo to the ground. She pulled Jo's hands behind her and cuffed them. Jo started screaming, so a hand was quickly placed over her mouth and nose. "If you want to breathe, you'll do as I say. Do you understand?" Meg said in Dean's low and threatening voice usually reserved for those presenting a threat to Sam.
Jo nodded, desperate for a oxygen. Meg moved Dean's hand off her nose, but kept her mouth covered. "I'm going to give you your two choices now. Do you promised not to scream."
Jo nodded. There was probably nobody out there to hear her anyway. Meg removed Dean's hand and turned Jo over onto her back. Meg leaned Dean's face close to hers and then let her black eyes shine. Jo gave a quick gasp of breath. "You're a demon."
"And they say blondes are stupid," Meg said sarcastically. "You can either take a swim in that lake, handcuffed, or you can agree to submit to me."
"What does that mean, submit to you?" Jo asked. She was not having sex with a demon. Gross.
"if you say yes to me, I can take control of your body without having to possess you. It would basically let me control you and Dean simultaneously. Unfortunately, demons need permission to control a person from the outside. Sometimes the stupid rules are just too much.
"No," Jo screamed. She would rather die than become a demon whore.
"Very well. If you change your mind, just scream yes and I'll pull you out." Meg lifted Jo into the air and walked out onto the fishing pier, then dumped her unceremoniously into the water. Jo sank and kicked her feet until her head was above water. She took a few gasping breaths and went under again. Again, she managed to get her head above water for a few precious breaths, but that was all. This happened several times, until she knew she could fight no longer and in desperation with her last breath, she screamed, "Yes."
Meg jumped in and rescued her. Taking the cuffs off, she said, "Good girl. Get in the car." Jo found herself getting in the car. She tried to run away but she was unable. She was a prisoner of her body.
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Sam had lost track of time. He was thirsty and he had soiled himself several times. He would grunt out periodically trying to get a response from Dean. He wasn't sure if the fact that he didn't get one was good or bad. It could mean that Dean was free out there, or it could mean that he was dead.
He heard a door opening. "Sammy, it stinks in here."
Sam let out a grunt of relief. Dean was here to save him.
"I bet you're hungry, thirsty and feeling kind of weak. 36 hours with no food or water and a gag in your mouth that's got to suck."
Sam was confused. It almost sounded as if Dean were taunting him. He decided it was his imagination as he heard what sounded like a cage door being opened. He hadn't even realized he was in a cage. He felt Dean pulling him out. Rather roughly, but he supposed Dean was just in a hurry to get him out of there.
"What are you doing, Dean?" Was that Jo's voice? He wondered what was going on and why and how Jo was involved.
He grunted since Dean didn't seem to be in any hurry to untie or ungag him.
"We can't have fun if he's in a cage," Dean was answering Jo. What was he talking about? Fun? The blindfold was pulled off and he blinked against the light. Slowly everything came into focus. Dean and Jo were standing above him. Dean was holding what looked like a cattle prod and Jo had a whip. What the hell?
