Weird chapter title name, eh? But, my cliffhanger! How did you like it? Hope you like this chapter =D Anywho. To the chapter! Oh and did anyone notice in the last chapter where Dean told Sam that's he's in a Funky Town? And how that's one of their codes for being in trouble- basically Dean's way of telling Sam he's (Sam) is in trouble from messing with Demon blood again.
Cursing, Sam went to lunge forward but Dean put a warning arm around Jo and pulled her partially into his lap. "Uh ah," He tutted; smirking. Jo swung her arm around Dean's shoulders, the other hand resting on his chest. Her black eyes blinked slowly and she smiled that pretty smile of hers.
"Jo…" Sam's voice cracked a bit; he couldn't lose Jo as well as his brother. The black eyes left and for all the world, it looked like the girl Sam considered a close friend; almost a sister.
But it wasn't Joanna Beth Harvelle.
"The name is Jahi,Sammy," The demon within Jo spoke, her gaze downturned on Sam even though he was standing taller than her. Her voice, though it was Jo's, was different; higher and loftier. Sam stood up a little straighter, as if that tiny difference in vocals had made him realise who it was before him.
"The Whore?" He raised an eyebrow at his brother, hiding his grim and sorrow within that expression, "How appropriate." His grip tightened on his handgun and he slowly brought it around to hold it in both hands, just to the front of his hip. "What are you gonna do with that, Sam? Shoot me?"
Dean took the last sip from his wine and stared into the bottom of his glass as Jahi pouted, an evil glare in her eyes as she looked at Sam. "That's racist," She muttered and was ignored by the brothers. "Hush," Was all Dean said and then she couldn't speak; a trick that the demon had picked up from the Father of Murder.
"So, Sammy," Dean was musing and he seemed awfully intent on his empty glass. "Where do we go from here? You gonna kill me?" Impassive face, Sam held up his gun, clicking off the safety and aiming it at his Wayward brother.
"You once promised Dad that if I went down the wrong path that'd you'd kill me. You didn't." Sam's voice was quiet, low and serious. Dean, however, raised an eyebrow and smirked, "We're going to talk about our feelings now?"
"I won't let you go down the same way I did," Sam ignored his brother's statement who put a hand over his heart. "I feel so special."
"But…" Dean started to whisper, tracing a pattern on Jahi's leg. "Enough of these games." Black eyes flooded over and Dean stood up, letting Jahi stumble away. He took the First Blade from within his leather jacket and the Mark on his arm glowed through the sleeve.
Just as Dean went to rush his brother, Sam held up his right hand and splayed the fingers. An invisible tugging sensation washed over Dean and it felt as if something was pulling at him; tearing him up from the inside out.
"This tickles," He smirked, taking a step forward past Sam's powers. The force lessened until Sam couldn't hold back the demon and Dean struck, swinging his arm.
The young Winchester dodged the strike and rolled, coming to his feet and turning. Dean slashed with the First Blade again and Sam leaned out of the way, connecting his fist with the oldest Winchester's cheek bone.
Jahi let out a hiss and came forward, punching Sam to the chin followed by quick shots to his chest and a foot to his abdomen. He went flying back. With a crash to the wall, Sam slumped and Jahi went to run at him. His hand was back up and she froze, pain and anger all over her face.
Through the distraction, Dean made to attack his little brother but Sam held up his gun, aiming it true and straight. Dean paused and grinned, "You can't take us both out at once, Sammy." He raised an eyebrow, "It's one or the other.!" He lifted his arms to the side as if daring Sam to take his best shot.
Jahi blinked and her eyes flashed black before she shook her head and Jo took her place. "Sam?" She whispered, eyes wide. "Dean?" She looked over at the demon and he smirked back at her.
The Hunter's eyes drifted over to Jo and he took in the face of her, the girl that had followed them through anything and he knew. He knew then that if he chose Dean and left Jo that his brother would never forgive him; never forget till he had ripped that demon out.
And Jo seemed to understand his decision because she started to struggle, "No Sam!" She screamed and then Jahi took control again and her eyes went deepest black.
So Sam's splayed hand turned into a fist and Jahi began to cough raggedly; black smoke pouring from her mouth in clouds. Dean grinned savagely, bringing back his green eyes and with a wink; he vanished.
Sam dropped his gun and pressed that hand, instead, to his forehead; stemming the headache that threatened. Jahi coughed up more of her essence and soul, glaring at Sam as she was sent to her knees.
Retching and coughing, she braced her hands to the floor and the last of her was purged from Joanna. Grimly, Sam burned the demon, leaving a circle of fire on the ground which quickly faded.
He stumbled, woozy and a trickle of blood dribbled from his nose and down his mouth. He wiped it away, unconsciously spreading it over his face. He stumbled to Jo and grabbed her shoulders. Her brown eyes were just open and she frowned.
"Why?" Was all she asked and Sam wished he could answer it; to tell her that it was her or his brother and he didn't particularly feel like Dean hunting him down. Even if the plan had worked and Dean was cured; he still didn't have a death wish.
"Because," Sam muttered, scooping Jo into his arms as she fainted and with one last glance around the room and collecting his gun; they left.
So did you like? As my friend keeps telling me, each time she reads the chapters- it seems like this fic is Jo/Sam and it's not... Just FYI. =) Hope you liked it anyway. Also, Jahi is this demon who was called the Whore because... Well... Why do you think? ^_^
