This is a fan-fiction with a lot of actual lines and characters from the show of Supernatural, which are owned by CW and not me. I only have the credit and creative juices to make my OC believable. Please continue to read, enjoy and comment.
Christina's POV
We arrived back into the room, and I saw Dean folding his arms looking disapproving. "I'll flip you for the sofa." Jo said trying to change the subject from the one I knew was going to be started.
"Does your mom know you're here?" Dean asked looking very upset but I could see the slight glisten of excitement of her being there flashed through them. Oh, crap he likes her. I grimaced knowing that this relationship between them would only end badly.
"Oh, she was so cool with me leaving." Jo said with a forced smile. Sarcasm. I waited for my brother to fall for it. Dean hardened his gaze. "Of course she doesn't know I'm here. I wrote a note saying I was going to Vegas."
"You think she's going to fall for that?" Sam asked dropping the file we had been given back at the Roadhouse on the table.
"I'm not an idiot." She said placing her hands on her hips. "I had Ash leave a credit card trail to the casinos."
"Oh, so you're betting she'll fall for that." I said sitting down on the chair's arm. "Because I bet she's going to find out and going to have our hides nailed to the side of the roadhouse." Jo and I glared at each other for a few minutes before Jo looked away.
"So where you get the money?" Sam asked. I sat moved towards the table and began to peer through the folders.
"The Roadhouse." Jo answered her glare now towards Dean who was set on sending her back to her mom.
"Hunters don't tip that well." Dean said thinking she stole it from the registers or a bank.
"Well, they're not good at poker, either." Jo snapped back.
"Or pool." I added with a shrug. "I still say you should go back Jo. You're way over your head in this case." Jo shook her head and sat down next to me taking the folder from my hands. Dean's cellphone began to ring.
"Yeah?" He answered glaring over at Jo and I who began to search through the folder. "Oh, hi Ellen." Jo's head snapped up as she rushed over towards Dean her eyes narrow. "I'm going to tell her," he whispered sharply when he moved his cellphone away from his mouth.
"Don't you dare, Dean." Jo whispered back. Her body trembled as she continued to fight argue with Dean. "Please don't. Let me do this."
"You..." He moved the phone back over towards his mouth and very calmly though his eyes were glaring over at Jo. "I haven't seen her. But if I do I'll send her straight home." Dean's eyes narrowed darkly towards Jo who glanced over at me. "Yeah, will do. Bye."
"Thank you Dean." Jo said smiling and sitting back down on the table, spreading a blueprint of the apartment. "Okay, lets get this started."
End of Christina's POV
Dean's POV
I was already regretting lying to Ellen about her daughter and was now contemplating whether or not I should call her when I was alone. But what made me stop for a moment was movement coming from the table. Jo was absently flipping a small knife in her hand. The motion alone was making it difficult to even think of a time to talk to Ellen. Jo was good at flipping and the thought of how good she was at tossing it towards a target.
"Okay, why don't you tell us more about this place." Christina said giving me the stink eye as I continued to pace. "Since it is your case."
"Well, it was built in '24," Jo said continuing to toss and catch the knife. "Before it was apartments, it was a warehouse."
"And before it was a warehouse?" I asked cautiously walking towards the table.
"It was just an empty field." Jo answered.
"So, it seems the most likely scenario is," Sam started looking over the folder again. "Someone died a horrible death and is now is out to raise some Hell."
Jo shook her head as she stopped the flipping for a second before pulling a paper to place it in front of her. "I already checked that." She said starting to flip the knife again. "In the eighty-something years no violent deaths. Unless you count the janitor that slipped on a wet floor." I started to pace again, since we were now back to square one when I moved back towards the table I had a tip of a knife that was pointed at me making me stop. "Would you sit down, please?"
I slowly sat down glaring at my siblings who were holding in their laughter as I was being pushed around by a petite young blond woman that I may or may not have a crush on. "So, have you checked police reports, county death records-"
"Obituaries, mortuary reports and seven other sources. I know what I'm doing, Dean." Jo snapped.
"I think the jury's still out on that one." I muttered but got a glare from my sister who on more then one occasion told me that I was not what they call, insensitive or just plain rude. Jo however just continued to look at me tossing and catching his knife. "Okay would you please put that down?!"
Christina rolled her eyes as Jo slowly dropped the knife on the table while Sam tried to change the subject. "Okay," he said bringing the three of us to face him. "So, it must be, uh, a cursed object that brought the spirit with it."
"Well, there's only one way we can do this," Jo said giving me and my siblings that sideways glance. "We need to split up. We'll find something faster."
"You're right." I said making Jo look shocked. "Jo you and I will take the top floor, while Christy you take the middle and Sam you take the bottom."
"You're letting her go by herself?" Jo asked pointing at Christina who was packing her EMF detector before stopping and looking up at Jo and gave her a sympathetic shrug.
"This is how it goes." I said before grabbing my jacket. "It's not negotiable."
