10
CENTURIES
A few days later, Jo and Dean had settled into a routine. She did her own thing during the day while he attended to his business. Generally, Jo wanted nothing to do with what he did during the day. It had been a week since she'd been made Queen. On that particular day, Dean had an interesting incoming soul. Dean sat in his chair, enjoying his drink, when a new arrival was brought to the center of the room. "Roy Lanchert," Dean said with a smirk. "Oh I've been waiting for you."
"Dean? Winchester?" Roy questioned. He was a middle aged man with graying hair. Roy was a fellow hunter, but deserved to rot in Hell. "What are you?"
"Oh haven't you heard? I'm the new Devil," Dean smirked as he stood to walk closer to Roy. "I've got big plans for you," he whispered. Dean shut his eyes remembering the day he swore to kill Roy.
January 17th, 2008
Klamath Falls, OR
3:42 AM
Dean's phone was ringing on the nightstand. Opening his eyes and groaning, he found the cell phone. "Hello?" he said, wondering who would call so late. "D-Dean?" a familiar voice said. "Jo?" Dean asked, sitting up fully. He whispered so as not to wake his sleeping brother. "Yeah. It's me. I need help," she whispered. Her voice sounded different, and Dean had a feeling she was in trouble. Getting out of bed, he slipped on his boots and stepped outside to talk. "Where are you?" he asked. "Sacramento. I…Dean I need help," she barely choked out. He could tell she was crying, and didn't need an explanation as he went back inside to pack a bag. "I'm on my way. Send me an address," he said before snapping the phone shut. It took him just under four hours to make the drive, but he was speeding. He arrived in Sacramento at the address she texted him. He saw her jeep parked outside of what looked like a abandoned or foreclosed house. He called her phone, but it went straight to voicemail. Picking the lock on the old door, he walked into the house. He underestimated her plea, because the entire house was wrecked. There was turned over furniture and clear signs of a struggle. He heard sniffling, and immediately drew his gun to investigate.
Walking through the house, he found no intruder. Eventually, he found Jo in the pantry closet. She was crying, and he could see her shirt was ripped as well as her jeans. "Jo, Jo what happened?!" he urgently called as he reached to help her out of the closet. She screamed and withdrew from him. "Jo!" he said again, holding her arms still so she'd quit hitting him. When she stopped screaming enough to open her eyes she stopped. "Dean?" she asked. "Yeah sweetheart it's me," he said in a calm manner and she lunged herself at him. He held her as she sobbed into his shirt. With her wrapped around him, he looked in at the pantry she'd been hiding in. There was blood on the floor, and it was pretty clear that it had come from Jo. "Jo…what happened?" he tried to ask again. She pulled back and looked him straight in the eye. "I was helping Roy Lanchert on a hunt. Things didn't go so hot, and he got drunk. Then he got mad, and…well…" she didn't finish her sentence as tears continued to fall. Dean knew all about Roy Lanchert, he frequented the Roadhouse and had a staring problem when it came to Jo. When the dots connected, Dean's eyes grew wide. "Did he…" Dean started, and his suspicion was confirmed with a quick nod of Jo's head. He continued to hold her as he whispered, "That fucking bastard." Pulling her head back, he examined her to make sure she didn't have any other major wounds. "Jo, we need to get you to a hospital." "No! No, if I go there they'll do all sorts of stuff to me, and I don't want to!" "Jo, you
Before they left, he helped get her cleaned up and dressed. He sat in the waiting room at the hospital for three hours, until they let him back to see her. She made him promise to not tell anyone, including her mother or Sam. He kept the secret, but made a vow that he'd find Roy Lanchert and kill him someday. After the incident, Roy went into hiding and the boys had the apocalypse to deal with, but Dean never forgot.
Dean stared down into Roy's terrified eyes, and flashed his own bright red. He was going to fulfill his vow he'd made all those years ago. He and Jo never spoke about that day, but Dean was never able to forget the look on her face. "Harvey, bring him to the rack."
An hour later, Dean approached Roy's figure on the rack. Mark had laid out a cart with all the necessities for him, and a few of Dean's personal requests. Torturing was part of the job description, but Dean didn't prefer to torture the random souls sent to Hell. He reserved his "skills" for those who really deserved it. Roy was one of those lucky souls.
"Shall we?" Dean asked with his evil grin. Grabbing a carving knife, Dean broke the barrier of his skin and stabbed through to Roy's stomach. Twisting it, Dean smiled again. "You see, I'm quite the expert. I should be, I am the Devil." Roy's cries of pain rang out as Dean continued to carve into his flesh. Grabbing a syringe off the table, he filled it with hydrochloric acid. "You raped Jo. Yeah, that's right, I know. I've known since the damn day you did it." Dean plunged the syringe into the man's throat and injected the acid. "And I've got a few tricks up my sleeve exclusively for you." Seizing and crying in agony, Dean watched Roy suffer.
"I'm sorry!" Roy tried to plea, but Dean ignored the man's apology.
"She was a new hunter, and all I know is that something went wrong. Instead of fucking raping her, you should have been helping her! Not one single hunter had something good to say about you. The only thing Rufus once said was your ability to lie your way through every hunt. It's sick bastards like you that I really love carving into. It's like Thanksgiving dinner!" Dean's red eyes blazed into Roy's watery ones. The new King was enjoying his revenge, and the cries could be heard outside the door that Harvey guarded. Dean wanted no interruptions, and was making sure that Jo knew nothing about what went on behind those doors.
"You're in for quite an afternoon I'd say," the Devil sarcastically drawled.