Notes: Thank you again to Hannah for her quick proof reading and encouraging me to continue. :D
'Sharing is Caring'
Sam recognised the same expression on Dean's face that he'd worn only minutes ago. "Was it about Jo?" Sam asked flicking on the bedside light and sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Yeah." Dean confirmed looking at his brother surprised. "I think so. She was in a phone booth or something." Dean frowned and rubbed his temple as if trying to rub the details to the surface.
"What did you see?" Sam asked curiously leaning forward. He flashed through his own memories of the vision and replayed the scene in the truck trying to remember what she was whispering.
"She got spooked and got in the truck.." Dean paused and shook his head. "My head is killing me." He closed his eyes as he struggled with the pain from a building headache. "Something was trying to get in the truck…I think it was a demon… I can't remember much." He looked across at Sam with accusing eyes. "You had the same dream?" Sam nodded causing Dean to swear. "I think we better wake Ellen." Dean told him tossing his covers aside and started to get out of bed.
"We can't just drop this on her." Sam argued lying down miserably on his bed and waving at Dean to stay in bed. "It'll do more harm than good considering we have no idea about her location-"
"Ohio." Dean inserted quickly. "I recognised the street. Dad and I spent a month in that town for a job." He ran an exhausted hand through his hair. "Why have I got the worst feeling that you got that vision two weeks too late?"
"We." Sam corrected him rolling over to face his brother. "We 'both' got a vision."
"No we didn't." Dean protested throwing his pillow at Sam's face. "Mine was a nightmare. I don't have visions."
"Yes, you do." Sam reminded him. "Remember when Andy sent you a vision of our location? He told me that in his desperation to get the message through to you he might of built a sort of psychic bridge between us."
"What?" Dean hissed angrily leaping out of bed and advancing on his brother.
"Dean it's not necessarily a bad thing." Sam tried to calm him sitting up again. Dean continued to glare down at him but turned and sat back down on his bed.
"He messed with my brain Sam, without my permission. I don't want that freaky mojo shit in my brain." He complained grabbing his pillow back from Sam's bed. He punched the pillow in the middle before flopping down on top of it.
"Mojo shit?" Sam asked defensively.
"Yeah. Weird special shit is your department. Not mine."
"Thanks a lot Dean."
"What?" Dean asked innocently. "Why are you giving me that look?"
Sam ignored his brother and lay back down on his bed. After a few minutes silence Dean agreed to wait til morning. Neither Winchester wanted to be the one to wake the already concerned mother.
After the group of hunters had shut the devils gate they decided the best plan would be for Ellen to move in with Bobby and make his house a sort of base. However from the moment Ellen moved in she had been stalking round the cluttered house in a bad mood. Bobby had tried numerous attempts to distract Ellen with cases but she wanted nothing to do with anything demon related. Instead she spent hours on the phone or the Internet, scouring the country for her missing daughter.
Switching off the light, Sam attempted to go back to sleep with the few remaining hours before dawn. By the time the sun rose Sam was exhausted. The only comfort to him was that his brother looked just as fatigued, if not more so.
Over a tense breakfast, Dean was the one who cracked and confessed to Ellen as she served them fresh pancakes.
"Why didn't you wake me?" Ellen demanded and flung the spatula and mixing bowl in the sink. Bobby entered the kitchen looking tired and cranky and completely oblivious to the argument hanging in the air. Instead he headed to the coffee percolator with a large yawn. "Bobby, I need to borrow your truck." Ellen announced picking the keys up off the hook on the wall.
"Huh?" Bobby asked, though his attention was directed out the kitchen window. Sam leaned passed his brother so he could see what was holding Bobby's interest so keenly. "Well it's about time."
"What?" Ellen asked joining him by the window. A smile burst across her face and she dashed out of the kitchen. Dean shared a confused look with Sam before trailing after her curiously. The dogs barked in alert as Ellen sprinted past the kennels and towards the driveway where a figure was limping towards them.
"Mom?"
"Joanna!" Ellen exclaimed launching herself at the petite blonde and wrapping her up in her arms. Jo protested painfully but eventually gave in and hugged her mom just as tightly. "I've been frantic." Ellen lectured when she finally let go.
"I've been looking for you. A friend told me about the roadhouse and I came as fast as I could." Jo explained hoisting her duffle bag back over her shoulder. As she did so her shirt got caught in the strap and revealed a red soaked bandage around her ribs.
Ellen immediately snatched the bag from her daughter and pulled her shirt up. "You're hurt." She exclaimed. Ellen tried to twist her daughter around to examine where the blood was seeping through. "Lemme see."
"Mom." Jo complained embarrassed and pushed her mom away as the Winchesters and Bobby approached them. "Hi guys." She greeted trying to bat her mother's probing hands away. "Been up to much?"
Bobby chuckled. "Oh you know, trying to stop the world ending and letting loose a few hundred demons … the usual." He told her and stepped forward to hug her gently. "You?"
"Nothing special." Jo lied and gave her mother a stern look as she attempted another look at the bandage around her ribs. "I'm fine." She insisted reaching for her bag. She paused midway, hissing as pain rippled across her features and she straightened slowly. "Just a scratch." She insisted feebly.
"I'll get it." Sam offered sharing a look with Dean before picking up the bag. He grunted as he lifted the heavy bag but yanked it over his shoulder. He smiled awkwardly at Jo and headed inside. Bobby followed after him announcing he was getting Jo some breakfast. Dean however remained where he was and continued to stare at Jo critically.
"What?" She questioned his intense gaze and glanced at her mother for some sort of explanation.
"Nothin'." Dean muttered stepping back from them. "I'll go help Bobby." He turned sharply on his heel and ran back to the house.
"Don't worry about him." Ellen told her taking her by the arm and leading her to the house. "Now tell me the truth, what happened to you? Where have you been? Why didn't you call?"
"Mom." Jo complained shaking her head at Ellen's questions. "I'm fine, really." She insisted entering the house.
"Here." The two Harvelle women stopped in their tracks as Dean appeared in the hallway with a shot glass in hand. He extended the chipped glass filled with a transparent liquid.
Jo snorted. "A little too early for tequila isn't it?" She joked and tried to step around him.
"Take it." Dean blocked her path with his body and extended the shot glass to her hand. "It wont hurt."
Jo narrowed her eyes at him and shook her head. "I don't want any." She insisted stepping back from him.
"Just a sip." He took a step towards her and there was something in the way his features had hardened that implied he was serious.
"I said no." Jo reiterated sounding annoyed. Bobby and Sam entered the hallway to see what the commotion was. Ellen was frowning behind Jo but remained silent.
"One sip and I'll leave you alone."
"Fine." She glanced behind her at Ellen and shrugged. Jo reached out to take the shot glass from his fingers. As Dean let go her fingers loosened and the glass fell to the floor and smashed. Ellen took a step backwards from Jo, her eyes wide with disbelief. She shared a look with Bobby as Jo responded. "Oops."
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