- As always I do NOT own Supernatural or any of the characters (Although that'd be super rad if I did.) All ideas are my own . No copyright infringement intended.
Dean was almost finished with his last beer. As he took the finishing swallow of the now lukewarm amber liquid, he tossed it in the trashcan. Sam had run off again, he did that a lot lately, Dean didn't like it, but with all the bullshit going on lately, he didn't say anything and just let Sam go. He sighed, before trying to get the last drop out of the brown bottle. Time for something a little stronger, he thought. Forcing himself from the chair, he searched the bunker high and low for any kind of hard liquor.
After twenty minutes of searching he finally gave up. "What a bunch of nerds," he grumbled to himself, "not a drop of alcohol in the whole place." He slumped back into his place at the table, looking over the books and papers piled all over the table. Absentmindedly, he rubbed his forearm where the mark had made its home. His mind wandered to the things he'd done over the past few weeks. Was it a mistake accepting the mark from Cain? Or was it another sacrifice that had to be made for the greater good? He didn't know and frankly, he was too damn tired to think about it.
He was dozing off in the chair, slumped over an ancient text on demons, when he heard one of his many cellphones ring. Startling him from his half-slumber he jumped to find it, it could be Sam after all, and he could be in trouble. Madly shuffling through the papers, he found it and looked at the caller ID. It wasn't Sam. Hell, he didn't recognize the number at all. Rolling his eyes, he thought about just letting it go to voice-mail, but with a sigh answered the phone.
"Dean here. Better be damn important to be calling this late." He could hear the edge in his own voice. It was late and he was tired, and he didn't think twice about it.
Jo took a deep breath and steadied her thoughts before answering. She could tell by his voice, that this man, was going to be a handful. She wanted to hang up, and figure things out on her own. She wasn't one for pity or asking for help, but she wanted her life figured out and back to normal and wanted it quickly, and Dean Winchester was her key.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Look, I need your help." She almost choked on the last word - help, she might not have known much about herself but she knew that that word was not easily found in her vocabulary.
Dean rolled his eyes, people were always needing his help, what he needed to know was what was wrong. "Alright then, spit it out. I already told you, it's late. Don't really have time for a big, long story."
Ugh, why did he have to be such an ass, she thought to herself. She grumbled something about being a dick under her breath before continuing. " You want the short version? Fine. I can't remember a damn thing before this morning, and you, Dean Winchester, are going to help me figure out how to get my memory back." She didn't give him a choice, if he was going to be a prick then she wasn't going to hold back either.
Who the hell does this girl think she is? Telling him what he was going to do? His mother had been dead for a long time, and he wasn't taking applications for another. She was feisty, he'd give her that much, but he wasn't about to follow her commands. "Oh really? And why the hell would I want to do that?" he half-chuckled into the receiver.
"Because you're the only one who can.." she trailed, she felt her chances of him helping her were dwindling by the second, he was a stubborn bastard and unless she dropped the bitch act she knew there'd no chance of getting her memories back. She sounded helpless and she loathed hearing herself that way.
"How is it that I'm the only one who can help you? Amnesia really isn't my forte, why don't just go see a psychiatrist or somethin'?" This girl just didn't give up.
"When I woke up, I didn't have any memories left in my head, except for one. Out of the entire life that I lived, the only thing I could remember was your name." There it was, she laid it on the line, and if he didn't want to help her after that, well then, she was on her own. She said a silent prayer, hoping that he would become her saving grace. "So, are you going to help me or not?" She finished, leaning her head against the cold concrete wall.
Who was this girl? He quickly went through a list of women in his head. Any of the women who had meant something to him were dead. All except one. "Lisa?" he spoke softly now, kicking himself for being so cold earlier in the conversation.
Jo mulled the name over in her head, it didn't feel right. "I-I don't think so, " she answered, "but could be. I just don't know." She hung her head silently. The officer tapped on the counter to get her attention and made a hand gesture telling her to wrap it up. "Look, Dean. Please. I have to go, I'm at the.." She looked around for a sign signifying where she was, " Callaway Police Department in Nebraska, just- just please come." She was almost pleading with the man on the other line.
Dean quickly pulled out a map and searched for the town. "I can get there in about five hours. Do you have somewhere to go until then?" He wasn't sure it was Lisa, but he wasn't going to take any chances. Tucking the phone between his shoulder and his ear, he walked the bunker and grabbed some essentials. holy water, salt, a Zippo, Ruby's knife and a gun. Could never be too careful.
"I'm sure I can figure something out, but I will meet you here, in five hours. Deal?" Five hours was a long time to wander, especially in the middle of the night, but she'd find some place to bunker down until then.
"Yeah, that's fine, and hey.." he said, "stay safe." He finished before clicking the end button on his phone.
She went to say goodbye but was greeted with a dial-tone. Gently hanging up the phone, she turned to the officer behind the desk. "Thanks, y'know, for the phone." The officer grumbled and unintelligible remark and shooed her away. She made her way to the door with a last thanks to the officer, before heading outside. The night greeted her with a cold gust of air, her eyes immediately watering. She pulled her jacket around her tight and headed down the road.
Dean drove like the devil was chasing him, not even paying attention to the speed limit signs as he passed by. Everything around him was a blur. He went through every possible scenario in his head as he blazed down the highway. It could be Abaddon, luring him into some kind of trap. Or just some lowlife demon playing with him for kicks, but he didn't care because he knew that if it was Lisa, he would never forgive himself if she got hurt again. The sun started to rise over the horizon with still a couple hours left to drive. He pulled the Impala through a drive-thru for a quick bite and sent Sam a quick message before heading on the road again. Traffic got a tad heavier through the small towns on the highway. Irritation flooding through his veins, he stomped on the gas harder and passed every car he could. Finally, a sign told him that Callaway was only a few miles slightly, he readied himself for a fight, before pulling passed the Welcome to Callaway, Nebraska sign. He navigated the roads before pulling up next to the small police station.
Jo had found a park and decided that it was a good a spot as any to lay low while she waited. She sat on a park bench and without even realizing it fell asleep. The warm sun on her shoulders gently woke her. Panic setting in, she dashed towards to police station. Shit, shit, shit. What if I missed him? Godammit! She chastised herself. Running with every ounce of energy she had, she made it to the station in no time. Throwing herself through the doors she looked around. No one except a new officer behind the desk. Whom was eyeing her suspiciously. "Can I help you, miss?" He asked, trying to be polite.
"Uh, yeah. Has a man been here, looking for a girl?"
"Not that I'm aware of, no." He cocked his eyebrow, "Let me guess, you're the girl he's supposed to meet?"
She smiled, and saw the officer behind the counter visibly relax, "Yes, can I wait here for him?"
"Sure can. Have a seat.." he returned her smile and continued working on his computer.
She sat down on the bench and leaned her head back against the wall. Thank god she had made it. She counted the minutes she sat there, forty-two minutes exactly, before she heard the glass door of the police station close and footsteps walking towards the counter. She saw him, but he couldn't see her, she studied the man. Tall, broad shoulders, mid to early thirties, light brown hair, and a few days worth of scruff on his face. She stood and smoothed her hair before taking a few steps towards him. "Dean?" She called and let a genuine smile escape her lips.
He checked his pockets before entering the building. Flask of holy water? Check. Knife? Check. Gun? Check. He almost put the gun back in the Impala but though better of it. Taking a deep breath, he headed inside. There wasn't much inside the station. The walls were white and brown trim ran along the bottoms of the walls meeting white tile on the floor. The steps from his boots echoed through the mostly empty foyer of the building. He gave a slight wave to the officer, when he heard his name called. This is it, he thought, as he turned to face the mystery woman who had called him hours before. Who he saw almost knocked him off his feet. Jo? But, there was no way she could be real, was there? She was dead. He saw the explosion, and if she had survived there was no way she wouldn't have found him sooner. There was no way she could be alive. Reaching for his pocket he pulled the flask out and ripped open the top, splashing her in the face.
Jo jumped back startled by the cold water. "What the fuck!" She sputtered, as she wiped her face. Anger bubbling up inside her, she swung, but Dean caught her fist in mid air. "You're not a demon?" He asked, mostly to himself, "then how? How are you here?" He pulled the knife from his waistband and slid it gently down her forearm, she tried to struggle away from his, but his grip was tight. Blood dripped down her arm, but his eyes did not leave hers. When she made no howls of pain that would prove her a shifter, he pulled her into an embrace. His throat was tight and a heat formed behind his eyes, a tear escaping. "Jo.. I-I can't believe it."
This is my first multi-chapter fic, I usually just do one-shots or ficlets. So any kind of constructive criticism is welcome. Or just tell me how you like it! I'm going to try to update everyday, if possible. Thanks !
