I would like to apologize for any grammatical error you could find in this story, my orthography sucks in any language.
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Chapter 2
- That's the symbol, the one Jane had on her neck –
They started at the picture analyzing it, the background was a darkish-violet colour, a pale demonic looking horse dominated almost the entire paint, with a way too creepy black redeyed shadow following behind.
- That's Death – the young assistant stated
They gave her a confused glance
- The horsemen of apocalypse, Death, supposedly represented by a pale horse and it's follo… -
- Followed by Hades – Sam completed
- Yeah, I'm Sara by the way –
- Detective Ferrier and Winslow –
The assistant smiled, she had dark brown hair, and wore thick glasses.
- Mr. Nigel is a very religious man, so he applies a lot of biblical stuff to his work, supposedly he know a lot of this kind of things and he before painting he does a lot of research in order to be extremely precise while painting it – she informed them.
- Well we need to get back to work, nice to meet you Sara – Sam said politely
- Sure, have a nice day detectives – that tall detective Ferrier was hot she thought.
They got to the Impala and were on their back to the motel.
- So, Death huh? – Dean asked incredulous
- Well Dean the apocalypse is coming, kind of makes sense that the horsemen appear – Sam pointed out
- Yeah but they're not supposed to be four guys? –
- One more reason for look into this, if it really a horseman they are like one of the oldest things there is, we'll need to be careful - Sam commented
Dean continued driving.
* * *
While doing her research for the hunt, she passed the house; it was pretty much alone, located on the outskirts of town, the closest neighbour had to be at least a couple of miles away, stood a big, white house, the roof was dark green and there was tall tree with a tire swing on the left, but the main tip was the mailbox, a white mailbox with a red cross next to the name, the Bakers. It was a good thing she remembered, it could come up handy in an emergency.
* * *
She had just finished an angry ghost job, pretty much a piece of cake, the previous owners of the house had been a married couple but one day the husband went nuts and beat his wife to dead, the guy escaped, and nobody knew what had happened, but her ghost remained on the house, and was bothering the new owners, Jo just found the body, buried in the back yard, salted and burned it, except that while looking for it, the ghost had thrown a flower vase at her making a big and deep wound on her left arm which she bandaged up and then returned to Duluth.
The next night, a rainy and rather slow night, she was serving this guy Steve Baker who came frequently, when he saw the bandage.
- Wow, pretty awful cut you got there…how it happened? – he ask while drinking his beer
- I dropped a glass – she lied
- That's the best you came up with? – he asked in disbelieve
Jo just froze she didn't expected this kind of reply
- Come on honey, you can do better than that. –
Jo ignored him and continued working; it was almost time to close.
- I know a hunter when I see one – he said in a low voice
Finally that got Jo's attention, and still thunderstruck she asked.
- You're a hunter? –
- No, but my dad was – he said taking a pause
- Family business huh? – she questioned
- Not really… kind of…I'm familiar with some of the stuff…at least what my dad taught me… but I'm a doctor, I can take a look at your arm if you like – he said with a grin
- Thanks but I've had worse – she declined
- Come on, look you probably need stitches and I think it's better if I do it, knowing that it was caused by some creepy nightmarish thing than a normal guy who'll get all suspicious about it, even more if you give that lame excuse you gave me a while ago –
As much as Jo didn't wanted to admit, he had a point, it would be a hell a lot easier if she got fix up in a nonofficial sort of way, so she agreed to let him treat her after she close up
- So what kind of doctor are you? – she asked while he was taking off her bandage.
- Emergency –
- And your dad's a hunter… -
- Was…he got hurt by a bloodmaid, he couldn't go to the hospital 'cause he was wanted by the cops, they saw him once blowing the head off of a shapeshifter, he managed to escape, but they were looking for him, anyways he tried to patch himself up, but died from internal bleeding two days after –
Jo didn't even know what a bloodmaid was - I'm sorry … - Jo said sympathy
- It's ok, was a long time ago – After a minute of silence he continued – I figured, hunters help people, but who helps them? –
- That's why you became a doctor –
- Yeah… pretty much –
- Are there any others like you?... I mean doctors that help hunters? – Jo asked now filled with curiosity about the subject
- Hmm… I suppose there must be more but Roxanne and Matthew are the only ones I know of, Roxanne's my wife and Matthew… he…lost his parents to a couple of vampires, a hunter, Gordon Walker saved him, it was too late for his parents –
- That's terrible –
- Yes, we heard about it and took him in, is in his a senior year of med-school –
Jo was impressed by the man's kindness
- And we're done here – he said finishing the last stitch
- Wow, Thank you, very much -
They talked by a couple of minutes more, he lived in Thunderville a couple of hours from Duluth, in a big white house, with a tire swing on the left and a red cross painted on the mailbox, he told her his wife was a surgeon and how they had turned their basement into a small emergency room, Jo told him about some of her hunts and her family. The clock hit 2:30
- Gotta go – he said – hey, but if you ever need a hand give me a call ok? –
- Sure, thanks for everything, I really fell better –
- Anytime – he said and walked out of the bar
* * *
- This is not helping us much Dean – Sam said turning away from his computer – there's nothing about the horsemen except for the normal description from the Book of Revelation –
They've had searched all day and found the same old same old about the horseman Death, pale horse, sword, follow by hell, nothing they didn't already knew.
- I know but there's gotta be something we could use, we just to keep looking – Dean replied.
- Dean what if you ask Castiel about it? – Sam suggested
- I would but he hasn't talked to me in a long time –
Sam sighted and continued his work on the computer.
- I'm gonna grab something to drink from the machine outside – Dean said standing up – want something? – he asked his brother
- Whatever you're having – he answered
Dean walked to the parking lot of the motel where the vending machine was, he passed a small bulleting board with lots of "have you seen this dog signs" but one piece of newspaper caught his eye, he grabbed and got back to the room.
- Hey Sammy look what I just found – said while entering the room
Sam approached to see the old and raged paper his brother was holding – Oh – was all he said.
It was about a girl, Laurie Backfield she had been found dead in her house, stabbed on the heart between 2:00 and 4:00 in the morning, but the interesting thing was the photo next to the text, it had been taken from the top of the stairs, in the middle of the room below, laid on her back with a torn black dress, Laurie a redhaired woman, all around her was destroyed and coming out of her back were shadows, wings shadows. And below her shoulder blade was a scar of a Bow with the same pattern found on Jane's neck but to the right instead of above it.
- Dean on John's book of Revelation, Pestilence comes from the gate holding a bow – Sam pointed out
- So that means… - Dean started
- That we found another horseman – Sam finished
* * *
It was getting late and Jo had decided to call it a day, she didn't find much, just a creepy scar of a bow with some weird sings next to it, on the guy's chest, she interviewed all his friends and nobody knew anything, she was in a gas station, on the pay-line, the blond guy in front of her was taking out his wallet and drop his ID, she pick it up and handed to him, he smiled at her and took it, the name on the ID was Brian Miller, she thought it sounded familiar but couldn't quite place it, then she saw, on the guy's neck was a weird scar similar to the one David had on his chest, then it came to her Brian Miller was the girl's Dean and Sam were investigating about husband. The scar was too much of a coincidence for Jo to let it pass so she exited the gas station, got to her car and followed him, she wondered if she should call the Winchesters, then decided against it, she didn't need their help, she could do it, she didn't need Dean telling her it was too dangerous for her, neither wanted them to take the credit for her hunt.
* * *
- I got her info Dean – Sam said and read – Laurie Backfield, 27, lawyer, own two houses, one here in Thunderville were she died, the other in Blackhill, no criminal records, never found the killer… - he stopped for a minute.
- What? – Dean asked
- It says that her body disappeared from the morgue – giving his brother a puzzled look
- Well that's just a charm – Dean said sarcastically
- We better check those houses – Sam suggested
- Ok I'll go to Blackhill, you take a look at this one –
They split up, Dean got to his car and headed for Blackhill, and Sam to the house were the girl's body was found. It was 8:30
* * *
Jo had followed the guy into an old, most likely abandoned house on the outsides of town, she glance at her watch it was 9:42, the house was surrounded by trees and had piles of fallen leafs scattered across the yard, the guy entered, watching her steps, careful not to make any of the leaves and branches crack, she approached one window and peek inside, she couldn't see him, suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind and was holding a hand against her mouth keeping her from screaming, she tried to fight free it's hold but her attacker was strong and had gotten her by surprise.
- Stop squirming around – whispered a familiar voice to her ear
She stopped and looked around, it was Dean, he slowly let go of her and she gave him a small punch on his arm
- You almost scared the crap out of me, what're you doing here? – she asked irritated
- I could ask you the same thing – Dean replied
- Long story…I… -
Something moved inside the house, it was the guy, froze in place they watched him, Dean recognized him from some of the photos back on Jane's house, he was holding a candle , looking around as if searching for something, he walked into another room and Dean moved towards the front door, Jo followed him
- Stay here – he commanded
- No way, I got here first –
Knowing that he wouldn't be able to talk her out of it, Dean shook his head and softly pushed the door open.
* * *
Sam entered the house, it was old and pretty much destroyed, he got to were the body had been, the wings shadows were still there, he touched one and noticed it wasn't a shadow it was sulphur, he was about to head upstairs when he heard a noise behind him, he quickly turned, but it wasn't fast enough, he was thrown to the opposite wall, he broke a few wood boards from the wall, he's back hurt but otherwise he was unharmed, he stood up and saw the redhaired woman.
- Well, well, Sam Winchester – she said – You're a real cutie –
- Who are you? – Sam asked taking out his gun
- I thought you knew – she said, fake amazement on her face, then she continued – I'm Pestilence – she showed him her scar - And you are in the wrong place at the wrong time honey –
Wasting no time Sam shot her thrice, she took the bullets but didn't seem to cause any damage or bother, she just smiled and threw him across the room again, her eyes turned black and she started to recite some spell, Sam standing up started to fell pain in his guts, then all of a sudden she stopped, her eyes returned to normal.
- Saved by the bell, nest time you won't be so lucky –
Sam straightened up, aimed his gun, but she was gone. He couldn't understand that, she could have killed him, he turned around in disbelieve, and saw Castiel in the entrance of the room.
- Castiel what the hell is… - Sam begun but was interrupted by Castiel
- We don't have much time, you must listen – he said Sam looked at him confused, Castiel continued – Dean's in danger, you must help him –
- What?! – he said and was making his way to the door
- Wait you'll need this – the angel told him giving a piece of paper – It's a spell it'll send Death away for a while…it's a difficult spell but I believe with your abilities you'll be able to cast it –
Castiel was talking pretty fast but Sam was focus, if his brother was in trouble, he needed to help him out.
- You're not coming? – he asked
- No, my superiors wouldn't allow it, I shouldn't even be here, but look you don't have much time, help Dean, and when it's over, look for the Book of Doom –
Without waiting for a response Castiel was gone, Sam put the paper in his pocket and ran outside. The first car he saw was an old up truck, he broke the drivers window and wire-started it, he drove as fast as he could, it was 9:15.
* * *
Dean entered first, gun pointed in one hand, flashlight in the other, careful, scanning the whole room, then Jo covering his back with a shotgun, the room presented to them two options: go upstairs or enter the living room, Dean ignored the stairs for the moment and headed to the living room, the house was dark.
A worn-out couch dominated the middle of the room, on the right wall from top to ceiling was and old book shelf there must have been just 15 to 20 books in the hole thing. On the left wall some fading pictures were hung up, a few were on the edge of falling to the floor, and on the back of the room a dusty fireplace, which looked as if it hadn't been used in ages. They moved along, quietly, Dean was about to reach what look like the kitchen's door, when they heard footsteps behind them, they turned immediately. Brian Miller was in the entrance of the living room looking at them.
- Who are you? – Dean asked loudly, pointing the gun at him
Brian look from Dean to Jo then back at Dean – I'm Death – he said dryly, and before Dean could do anything he threw him back against the hard brick edge of the fireplace, Jo shot him with the shotgun, but he didn't even seem to care, he looked at her and send her flying at the book shelf, the impact broke it and she fell to the floor, her back and head hurt.
- You're Dean Winchester, the righteous man who shed blood in hell – he said as if disbelieving – I promise to kill you quickly as token of my appreciation for releasing me from the pit – he offered him with his cold and dry voice.
Dean disgusted for the offer, and with himself for had broken in hell, aimed and pulled the trigger three times, but Death threw him again this time hitting the couch and knocking it over, Dean losing his gun in the process, the demon then turned his attention to Jo who was standing up, dizzy from the hit she just had, he picked up Dean's gun and aimed at her.
* * *
Jo couldn't see very well, her head an back throbbed, but she regained focus quickly enough to see the guy aiming at her, she closed her eyes and waited for the bullet.
* * *
Dean got to his feet and block the way between Death and Jo, with a swift move he reached for Ruby's knife in his back pocket, and with another unhesitating move threw the knife at the demon, as the knife left his hand he heard two loud Bangs!, and an instant later felt a sharp burning pain in his chest and abdomen, he was able to walk a few steps to the knocked couch and grabbing it for support he fell to his knees, holding his stomach, he saw Death against the wall, knife jabbed in his left shoulder and with a pained look on his face, he was trying to retrieve the knife with his right hand, with a short scream of agony he pull it free and dropped it to the floor, his eyes were black, after a few minutes of getting himself together, he started for them again.
* * *
A loud noise was heard from the back, it was the front door being pushed and probably broken, a second later Sam stepped into view, he took one glance at the hole scenario, Dean on his knees and Jo rushing at him, and the demon walking towards them, Sam begun to cast Castiel's spell, that caught the demon's attention, he tried to push Sam away unsuccessfully, and as Sam continued with the spell he backed away, his body was too weak and he hadn't regained all his powers yet, with the remaining of his strength and focus he managed to threw Sam off balance and disappeared.
* * *
He was beginning to fell light headed, and starting to give in to the urge of let go of the couch and just hit the floor, the right side of his body was killing him, he could fell his blood soaking his shirt and making its way to his pants, then something hold him, something kept him from collapsing to the floor, it was warm and smelled good, a flower Dean couldn't put the name to. Then he was being laid down gently, he's blurry vision cleared a little and he saw her, it was Jo, he saw her lovely light brown eyes, her golden hair, she was worried and crying, she was pressing his chest, she smelled so good, she was saying something but couldn't make out the words, everything hurt, and every breath he took was more difficult and painful than the last, he tried to talk but instead he coughed a mouthful of blood, he was tired and cold, his eyes were closing, he could fell her warm touch against his chest and his neck, where her other arm was supporting him, he tried to stay awake, even if it meant to hold onto the pain, but he was exhausted, he look into her eyes again and drifted into unconsciousness.
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