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SUPERNATURAL
DARKNESS RISING.
CHAPTER ELEVEN- Brahams:
"You should've thought about that,"
"Yeah, I guess it was pretty stupid. Dean…do you think you could stay here for a while?"
Dean smiled. "Yeah, sure." He turned to Sammy. "You cool with that geek boy?"
"Uh-huh, I'll go back to the lodge and pack our stuff. Get well Jo, and don't try it again,"
Jo smiled as he exited the room, then peered up at Dean, whose eyes were puffy and bloodshot.
"You been crying tough guy?" she asked.
"Yeah, actually I have. Something to do with the fact that you were dead," replied Dean softly.
Jo looked away sadly. Suddenly she felt extremely guilty, and wanted to make it all right.
She reached up to her face and pulled the mask off.
Dean almost gasped at the sight.
Her skin was a pale ashen gray color and her lips still had a pale blue tinge to them.
"I know I probably look horrible," she began, "But I wanna do this properly."
Slowly, she sat up, with Dean's aid and peered at him.
"Dean…I am so, so sorry. I was told that you brought me back…I was angry at first, but then I thought about how bad it would've been for both of you. I know you care. I just wanted to say thank you,"
She cupped his face and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his.
Tears dropped onto her face and she pulled away.
"Dean…"
He looked up, his green eyes bright and intense with emotion. "I was so scared Jo…you scared me. Every thing I hunt, and every thing I kill, and the thought of losing you scares me more than all that…just please, don't do it again. Don't leave me," he said shakily.
Jo nodded. "I swear…I won't leave,"
And she meant it.
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Three days later, they came for her.
An hour before, the nurse had injected a mild sedative into her IV and the minute she walked out the door, Jo ripped it from her arm, quickly pressing her hand to the spot of pain.
She sat back, took a deep breath and waited.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Dean and Sam slipped in, donned in lab coats and carrying clipboards in their hands.
"Well, Dr. Dean and Dr. Sam, its about time you two busted me out," She whispered with a grin.
She jumped out of the bed, already dressed. "Yeah, well we had a hold up. They didn't give us this crap willingly, so we had to take it by force," Dean explained with a lopsided grin and a nonchalant shrug.
"Well, let's get outta here." Sam said with a small smile. "We gotta go back to the lodge and get the rest of the stuff, then we're heading for Virginia,"
Jo nodded, and made a note to ask for the reason when they weren't trying to escape.
They slipped out of the small town hospital, with minimal injury done to the staff, and otherwise unnoticed.
It felt so good to Jo to be back in the world, and she couldn't help the smile that now tugged at her lips.
"What's got you so happy sunshine?" Dean asked from the front seat.
"Just glad to be out, that's all," She replied, before shifting her eyes to the passing scenery.
"So are we…it hasn't been the same."
Less than ten minutes later, Dean stopped the car in front of the lodge and got out.
Sam and Jo followed his lead and soon, they were inside, rushing around to make sure they had everything.
Jo stuffed her last shirt into her duffle bag before checking under the bed, for any renegade items of clothing.
Funny…she thought as her hands clamped around an art diary and a pack of pencils. Must've been from the last residents…
With a shrug, she slipped it under her arm and made her way back to the car, pulling the door shut behind her.
Carelessly, she tossed the items into the trunk and slid into the backseat, waiting patiently for the brothers to sort the car out.
Once he was certain that Jo couldn't see him, he reached into the trunk, and pulled out the arts diary.
With a frown, he opened it, and could've gasped from the sight.
The scene before him looked so vividly detailed, it truly scared him, and if this is what Jo had been seeing when she closed her eyes, he really felt for her.
He flipped the page over, to see the three of them, their faces contorted with fear, eyes showing the raw terror, that he knew Jo probably felt everyday.
"Sam, come see this…" Dean muttered, beckoning for his brother to come closer.
"Holy…these are good…scary good, but good…" Sam said with fascination.
"This is what she see's Sammy…every time she sleeps, she see's this…" Dean trailed off, then went to the passenger door and opened it.
"Jo, is this what you see when you dream?" he asked showing her the pictures.
Jo could feel her heart beating faster…the drawings in front of her were so horrific, they made her sick, and yet she couldn't take her eyes of them.
Somehow they looked vaguely familiar.
"Y-y-eah…but where did they come from?" she inquired, genuinely confused.
"Sweetheart, you drew them…" Dean said gently.
"N-no way! I'm a crappy artist! There's no way I could've…"
Tears slid down her cheeks as she hugged her knees. "I don't remember…" she said gently.
"Do you wanna ride up front with me? I'm sure Sammy won't mind taking the back, would you Sammy?" Dean shot him a warning glance, just in case he was thinking of protesting, but Sam complied happily, and folded his lanky frame into the backseat.
Jo gave him a nod of thanks and slid into the front passenger seat of the Impala.
"Alright," Dean said with a grin as the Chevy purred to life and vibrated comfortably underneath them. "Lets get this show on the road!"
He pulled out of the lodge in a cloud of white smoke, leaving the inhabitants of Springfield Illinois to eat their dust…
Brahams, West Virginia-4:52am.
Dean looked over at Jo's sleeping form, and sighed.
She had been out for hours now, after leaving their last pit stop in Dayton, Ohio.
She moaned and tossed in the seats, sliding further down as a thin layer of sweat coated her body…
It was light again, and now it was time to move.
The leader of the people, Christabel, led them through the ash-laden streets, in the direction of the hospital.
"The darkness lives here," she explained to the Winchesters and Jo as they walked. "It comes out when it's hungry, taking the lives of those who are blasphemous toward it. The church is our only sanctuary,"
They entered the general hospital and took the hallway to the elevators.
"It is in the basement. I feel that it waits for you Joanna…"
They stopped at the doors of the lift, and turned abruptly when the sound of a pained cry reached them.
"Son of a bitch!" Sam cried, clutching his arm, which was bleeding profusely.
"Sammy, are you okay?" Dean asked, rushing to his side.
"Yeah I'll live…"
Whilst the conversation between the brothers took place, Christabel explained the directions to the boiler room in the basement.
"You must memorize these maps, otherwise you may be lost wandering the halls forever…" she was cut off by a gasp from Dean.
"Sammy, what the hell?"
A white light had enveloped him, and when it cleared, the gash on Sam's arm had disappeared.
Christabel raised a shaking finger accusingly at Sam.
"Witch," she growled. "HE IS A WITCH! Seize him!"
The men in HAZMAT suits who joined them on their 'walk' launched forward, but Dean pulled out his gun and trained it on the men. "Stay back. You lay one hand on my brother, I will shoot your ass," Dean warned.
"Dean! Watch out!" cried Jo as she saw a third man approach from the shadows, a piece of piping raised.
Dean spun around speedily, however, his movements were not fast enough.
The metal rod connected with the side of his head with a thud, and he fell to the ground, dazed.
"You bastards!" Sam cried, raising them with telekinesis, and slamming them into the walls.
They recovered quickly, and were on Sam within seconds, beating him with their fists.
"Sammy!" Dean cried, regaining his footing.
"G-go Dean!" Sam croaked from under the men.
"I'm not leaving you!"
"GO!"
Suddenly the elevator doors hissed open, and Dean and Jo were lifted off their feet.
An unseen force threw them into the elevator, and the doors slammed shut.
"SAMMY!" Dean yelled pounding on the doors.
The contraption groaned and shuddered, before tilting and rocketing full force down the elevator shaft.
As they fell, the sounds of Sam's brutal beating could be heard.
Then all sounds ceased, save for the noise of the wind rushing by as the elevator plummeted further and further into the dark recesses of the building…
Jo writhed and thrashed violently in the front seat.
"Shit, not again," Dean muttered.
"Sammy! Leave him alone you bastards!" She cried, sliding onto the floor of the car.
Dean pulled the car to the side of the road, and jumped out, Sam, not too far behind.
He pulled open the passenger side door, and caught Jo as she slipped out.
"Sammy! SAMMY!" She cried.
Dean pulled her into a cradle hold and slapped her face gently.
"Wake up Jo, its just a dream, c'mon…" Dean called, attempting to coax her back into the waking world.
"No…Nononononono," she muttered, her head shaking vigorously.
Suddenly her eyes snapped open, but they weren't her normal eyes, they were an intense blue.
"Bring her to me…" said a voice, using Jo's mouth to speak. "Only she can help…"
Slowly her eyes shifted to their original doe-brown color and she shook her head.
"D-dean? S-S-Sammy?" she asked unsteadily.
"Yeah we're here," Sam assured.
"Are you hurt Sammy?" she asked shakily.
"No…I'm fine, its okay," he said in his gentle calming voice.
"Nightmare?" Dean inquired, though knowing full well what the answer would be.
"Yeah…I'm okay now but. Dean can Sammy drive…I…" she didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have too. Dean understood as the rest of the sentence went unsaid.
I need you…
"Yeah, it's about time I drove anyway," Sam said with a smile. "You two go ahead, get some rest. I'll wake you up when I find a motel."
Brahams motor inn was a shithole.
A real rats nest…but it was a place to stay. It had beds, and that's all the trio really cared about.
It was now pushing dawn, and the three were exhausted so they thanked any deity they could think of as Sam parked the car, and gratefully fetched their belongings as he paid for a room.
"Here's the deal," Dean began as they entered their room and latched the door behind them. "We grab a couple hours of sleep, pack all our shit then head out around night fall, that way the authorities are less likely to chase us,"
Jo flumped onto a bed, her face confused. "What are you talking about? Where are we going?"
Dean and Sam exchanged glances.
"One night about a week back, I woke up and you were gone. Sam had a vision, which led us to the rapids lookout, and there you were, about to take a swan dive. Sammy rescued you and you started screaming. You kept saying 'Silent Hill,' over and over, so Sam and I researched it.
Silent Hill is a few miles from here, but entry is restricted, because of underground fires. We wanna see what the hell his screwing with you, because it's starting to scare the shit out of us," Dean explained.
"Okay…do we know how the fire started?"
"We don't know much at this point. Very little was mentioned in the article, other than noxious fumes…which is why we take precautions," Sam stated. "But Dean's right. We need to find out what's wrong with you,"
Jo nodded. "Okay…alright. Can we pick this back up later…I'm totally wiped, I could do with some shuteye," she commented, unlacing her boots before stripping down to her boxers and bra.
She snuggled under the blankets, and lifted the other side so Dean could climb in next to her.
Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm going for a shower…a very long shower. Goodnight." As the lanky Winchester disappeared into the bathroom, Dean smiled, grabbing Jo around the waist and pulling her into him.
"Jo, you'll be fine," he said.
"I know," she replied.
Jo pressed herself against his form, and fell asleep to the soothing sound of his heart…
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