Supernatural: No Exit
A/N: I'm back and here's the final chapter of this story!
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.
CHAPTER THREE: GOING UNDERGROUND
"The Lord lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground."
Psalms 147: 6
Panicking, Dean rushed back up the hallway, running headlong into Sam and Liz.
"Whoa!"
"Hey!"
"He's got Jo," Dean gasped.
"What? How'd that happen?" Sam asked.
"I wasn't with her, I left her alone," Dean told them. "Dammit!"
Both Sam and Liz grabbed their big brother, who was on the verge of running off again. "Hey, hey, look, we'll find her, all right?"
"Yeah, so do some deep breathing to calm down," Liz advised.
"Where?" Dean asked, taking several deep breaths.
"Inside the walls," Sam answered.
Dean shook his head, clearly upset. "We've been inside the walls all night. None of the other girls were there, she won't be either."
Sam and Liz took Dean back to the apartment and began going over what they had again while he paced.
"Look. We've just gotta take a beat and think about this," Sam recommended. "Maybe we got Holmes' M.O. wrong."
"Yeah, well, we'd better friggin' think fast," Dean growled, fearing that he would have to let Ellen know that they'd failed to protect Jo, which meant breaking their promise. He hadn't told Sam or Liz about the failed hunt that'd cost Jo's father his life or that Ellen had blamed their dad for the longest time.
Two hours later, Sam and Liz were still researching and Dean was still pacing; he turned to his siblings after ten more minutes passed.
"Tell me you've got something.
"Uh, maybe. Look," Sam said, having spread the blueprint of the complex out in front of him. "You look at the layout of the Holmes murder castle, there's all the torture chambers inside the walls, right?"
Dean nodded. "Right."
"But there's one we haven't considered yet," Sam told them. "The one in this basement."
Dean and Liz exchanged a confused look. "This building doesn't have a basement."
Sam nodded. "You're right, it doesn't. But I just noticed this. Beneath the foundation, it looks like part of an old sewer system that hasn't been used for-"
"Let's go," Dean cut in, grabbed his jacket and left, and both Sam and Liz followed.
With a small gasp, Jo woke in a small, dark place, lying on her back, and she still had her flashlight; she shined it around to reveal a wall wood a few inches above her face - it had long scratches gouged in it. She sobbed with a hand over her face, and then collected herself. To her right was another wood panel with a slit; looking through she could see a larger, round chamber with similar compartments to the one she was in around it. She heard a noise.
"Hello?"
Teresa was in another compartment peered through the slit, revealing that she had a bloodied cut on her forehead. "Is - is anybody there?"
"Your name's Teresa?" Jo asked.
Teresa nodded. "Yes."
Jo was relieved that she was still alive. "This won't make you feel better, but I'm here to rescue you."
Teresa heard something coming and began to panic. "Oh god. He's out there, he's gonna kill us!"
"No, he won't," Jo promised. "We're getting out. My friends are looking for us, they'll find us."
Just then, quiet footsteps fell nearby as the spirit approached.
"Oh god, it's him!" Teresa moaned.
"Shh! Just be quiet!" Jo hissed as everything went very quiet; then the Creepy Hand burst through into Jo's prison and grabbed her by the head. She screamed as it ripped off a chunk of her hair.
The next morning, the Winchesters, armed with a metal detector and two shovels, respectively, searching the streets of Philadelphia; they followed the trail into an open field until Sam stopped over one spot, the metal detector whining.
"Here."
Dean dropped his bag and both he and Liz started digging furiously. After some shovel work, they dug with their hands to uncover a metal trap door, which Sam easily pulled open. Dean handed both Sam and Liz a shotgun each, and took one for himself, and a flashlight, then started descending with both Liz and Sam following.
Jo was kicking steadily and furiously on the wall of her wooden cell; she dropped back in exhaustion. She heard footsteps approaching and turned; a scraggly-bearded mouth appeared at the opening.
`"You're so pretty,"` H. H. Holmes told her. `"So beautiful."`
"Go to hell!" Jo hissed.
Holmes reached through the opening and fondled her; Jo turned away and groaned in disgust and horror. Suddenly she turned, stabbing into the hand with her knife. The spirit fled, screaming.
"How do you like that?" Jo shouted. "Pure iron, you creepy-ass son of a bitch!"
Meanwhile, the Winchesters crawled along on elbows and knees through the narrow sewer tunnels, which wasn't easy for Sam since he was taller.
Jo lay very still, listening.
"Is he gone?" Teresa asked, scared.
Jo tried to look around. "I don't know."
Just then, Holmes grabbed Jo by the arm again, pulled her back, making her drop her knife, and clamped a hand down over her mouth.
`"Shhh."`
Jo struggled, trying to scream but she was gagged by Holmes' hand.
"Hey!" Dean shouted, getting the spirit's attention; he then fired his gun into Holmes' chest, sending him flying backwards and out of sight thanks to the rock salt rounds. "Jo?!"
`"I'm here!"` Jo shouted.
Dean climbed out of the entrance, found an iron bar leaning against a wall and started to pry open Jo's prison with it. Meanwhile, both Sam and Liz investigated the other compartments; one contained gruesome body parts, and then they found Teresa.
"We're gonna get you out of here, all right?" Sam told her.
Finally, Dean got the front of the prison opened. "Sam! Liz!" he then tossed the bar to Sam, who immediately went to work on freeing Teresa with Liz's help. "Hang on." He then opened the compartment to let Jo out. "You all right?"
"Been better," Jo answered, slightly wobbly. "Let's get the hell out of here before he comes back."
"Actually, I don't think you're leaving here just yet," Dean said, having formed a plan in his mind on the way there.
Jo stared at him, confused. "What?"
"Remember when I said you being bait was a bad plan?" Dean asked, and Jo nodded. "Now it's kind of the only one we got." He then turned to Liz and Sam, who had an armful of terrified Teresa, and he shrugged.
A while later, Jo was sitting alone, silently, in the middle of the chamber; she had her arms wrapped around her knees and was trembling, but breathing deeply and steadily. Just then, Holmes appeared behind her, and he walked forward; when he got very close-
"Now!" Dean shouted from one of the openings.
Jo dove forward as the Winchesters fired at something on the walls; several bags unrolled and split salt in a perfect circle around Holmes, trapping him. Dean pulled Jo to safety while Holmes circled, gibbering and screaming in terror.
"Scream all you want, you dick, but there's no way you're stepping over that salt!" Jo shouted, and a grate slammed shut, sealing off the room and Holmes' continued screaming.
A while later, Jo and Sam were standing at the entrance to the sewers, looking down.
"So? This job as glamorous as you thought it would be?" he asked.
"Well, except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah," Jo answered. "Sure. But that Teresa girl's gonna live a life because of us. It's worth it, isn't it?"
Sam smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Yeah it is."
Jo looked back at the opening and realized something. "Hey, what if somebody finds that sewer down there, or a storm washes the salt away?"
"Both very fine points," Sam remarked. "Which is why we're waiting here."
"For what?" Jo asked.
Just then, the loud beeping of a large truck backing up was heard. Sam smiled and looked over his shoulder: a cement mixer was backing into the field, stopping just over the sewer entrance, and Dean was driving with Liz sitting next to him.
"For that," Sam answered and then waved at them to stop the truck. "Ho!"
Both Dean and Liz got out of the cab; the Winchesters then set up the cement mixer right over the entrance.
"You ripped off a cement truck?" Jo asked, amazed and impressed.
Dean grinned. "I'll give it back," he told her as they watched the cement pour on down. "Well, that oughta keep him down there till hell freezes over," he added, getting several chuckles from his siblings and Jo.
After retrieving their gear from the apartment and left enough money with the landlord to cover the rent and the repairs for the damage to the walls; the Winchesters and Jo all drove back to the roadhouse, where Ellen was eagerly waiting for their return.
"Jo!"
The Winchesters watched, smiling, when Ellen suddenly ran forward and glomp Jo the moment she entered the building; after more hugging and pleads that Jo wouldn't run off again to hunt, which would probably happen, they all sat at the bar and told Ellen about how the case went and who the spirit was.
"H. H. Holmes?" Ellen repeated, stunned. "It was really him?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah, it was him…H. H. Holmes himself."
Ellen was thoughtful as she cleaned several glasses. "I know that his body is encased in concrete, which means you couldn't salt and burn it; so how did you stop him from hurting anyone else?"
"We found his underground torture chamber," Liz explained, "and we put salt all the way around so he couldn't escape, and then we filled every opening with cement so that no one can accidentally free him, or any water can wash the salt away."
Ellen chuckled. "Good thinkin', guys."
A few hours later, the Winchesters left the roadhouse and were soon back on the road, now heading for Indiana to look for Scott Carey.
A/N: And this story is done! R&R everyone!
