A.N.: Sam finally catches up with Demon!Dean. Thank you SO much for all of your kinds words and taking your time to read and review. You guys rock! Special shout out to Sharlot for the word 'Badassery' Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"Any luck?" Bobby tosses his voice to the side, watching as Sam snaps his cell phone shut.
"No! Why the hell do people have cell phones if they aren't going to pick them up?" he rages, lobbing the frustrating piece of technology in the backseat.
"Jo didn't pick up?"
"Nope."
"Shit!" Bobby growls, slamming his palm into the steering wheel. "Probably means that son of a bitch got her phone off of her."
Sam runs a hand through his unruly hair, tugging at the strands as if the motion will pull forward some genius plan to get them all out of this alive.
"So what's the plan? We go in guns a-blazin' or we sneak in and catch him off guard?" The older hunter questions, his concern leaking into each word he utters.
Sam shakes his head. "I don't know. If we go in guns blazing maybe he'll be caught off guard, but Jo..."
"And if we sneak in we might be giving him more time to do whatever the hell he's doing now." Bobby groans. "Damned if we do, damned if we don't."
Sam sighs. "Jo's tough. She was terrified when I," he pauses and swallows hard. "When Meg tied her up, but she was going to fight tooth and nail, she wasn't going to give up. No matter what, she wasn't going to give up."
Bobby nods. "Okay, so we pull up to the bar and see what's going on. Who knows, maybe Jo has him on the run." he chuckles under his breath.
"Yeah, maybe."
But they both know it's not true.
Bobby sneaks the car into the back of the parking lot, hiding it between Ellen's old beat up truck and an old clunker that looks like it has been rotting back here for some time.
Sam pushes the door open, wincing against the sound it makes as if by some terrible turn of luck the demon will be able to hear the noise this far out.
"Sam," Bobby catches his attention, tossing him a handful of helpful demon fighting tools. "You okay?"
Sam looks up at the building, suppressing the urge to fly into the building and demand that the demon give his brother back; it feels so wrong to be without Dean…
"Um yeah," he mumbles finally, pocketing the items. "I just wish," he pauses and lets the rest of the comment hang in the air.
Bobby nods. "You cover the front. I'm gonna see if I can get in from the side. We got a better chance of beating this thing if we don't give it anywhere to run to."
The younger hunter takes a step forward. "Sounds good to me, let's go."
He curses under his breath as he folds his body into a crouch, feeling far too much like a failed origami crane than he likes.
He can see the tip of Bobby's tattered ball cap peeking over the top of the window as he dares a glance into the bar.
The completely desolate bar…
His eyes take a second to adjust to be able to see the two figures standing side by side with each other.
His brother's laugh rings out in the air, cocky and free and so much like Dean that it hurts.
"Aw Jo, you're adorable."
His eyes travel to the female hunter, her body pulled taut, and her hands gripped so tightly around a silver flask that Sam can see the lines of flesh sticking out on her knuckles.
"You son of a bitch." She growls, her voice low and threatening as she hurls the contents of the flask directly into what used to be his brother's face.
The demon howls out in pain, caught off guard by the charge led by the slender blonde.
Jo tries to wiggle out of his grasp, ducking the first blind swing that the demon throws, not as lucky as his fist closes around a handful of her hair.
She screams out as he wrenches her head back further, his face twisted and distorted into rage as Sam kicks open the front door.
"Sammy!" He calls out, cradling Jo's face to his. "Welcome to the party bro."
"Let her go." He demands, fumbling with his gun in his jacket.
The demon wearing his brother's face laughs. "Let her go? Really? That is the best you can come up with?" he shakes his head. "Really need to work on your badassery act Sammy."
Jo struggles in his grasp as Bobby rushes in through the open front door.
"Bobby!" He jeers, nodding to acknowledge the eldest hunter. "Finally decided to hobble on in here?"
"You're outnumbered here boy." Bobby warns, his eyes flashing to Jo before they land back on the demon.
"Outnumbered?" He snorts. "I have an old alcoholic, a simpering whiny princess," he pauses, pulling Jo's body closer to his. "Oh and Jo here." He sucks in air through his teeth. "Whoo, she's a firecracker."
Jo thrashes, spitting and hissing in his hold like a cat that has been gripped by its hackles.
"Jo," Sam starts. "It's gonna be okay."
Dean's eyes turn pitch black and Sam can't help the unsteady breath that crawls out of his mouth.
"Member I told you bro, don't ever promise a victim everything is gonna be okay before the hunt is over. Saves you from having to apologize to their grave."
Sam feels a wave of rage flow through him, giving him the focus he needs to steady the gun in his palm.
"There you go buddy! Got your game face on now! Look like you mean business." He applauds, slamming one hand against the bar.
Bobby keeps his gun pulled tight against his side, ready if Sam should falter.
Jo eyes meet Sam's, taking reassurance from the quiet strength the younger Winchester is exuding now.
Sam clicks back the hammer on his weapon. "Let her go now."
Dean shakes his head. "You know, I could, but I'm thinking," he pauses and Sam hears Jo gasp as a flash of metal presses against her face.
How does he move so fast?
"If you're gonna take me out now, I might as well have my fun." He runs the cold steel down the side of her face gently, like a caress.
Jo inhales a quivering breath, tears starting to fall from her face, before she spits directly in his smug face.
He wipes the saliva from his cheek with a grin. "Didn't know you had it in you Jo."
Several things happen all at once, so fast that Sam can't process them at first.
Bobby dives for Jo, her body falling to the ground as she is toss to the side like a rag doll.
Pieces of the pillar the demon stood by rain down on the ground.
Sam's ears ring at the sudden and cacophonous sound that had left a splatter of buckshot around the bar.
Dean's face pulls into a stunned and confused expression, blood leaking out of the spots of missing flesh from the side of his face.
A woman stands panting right behind them, steam trickling out of the recently fired shotgun, her face a mask of fury and fight.
He pushes up on his feet as the demon turns to confront whoever just ruined his fun.
"Congratulations sweetheart, you managed to surprise me."
Her grip tightens. "Thanks for the compliment, you piece of shit." Ellen breathes. "Now get the hell out of my bar."