Deep breathes.. Just breathe deeply, you can do this- Oh. Hi there. What a pleasant surprise to see you here. *Bows head in shame* Now, I know I broke my endless promises for more chapters but I've done it. After a small conversation with my brother, I've done it. I'm back to update. I'm not going to hold back and promise you more updates over the next couple of days, I'm updating the rest of this story, here and now. And after? I'm going to post my one-shot Christmas story.
This is it guys. This. Is. It.
Sam squeezed out the cloth, feeling the water run in rivulets down his hands and along his arms. He welcomed the cold and he sighed before moving the cloth to Jo's forehead. If it were possible she seemed to be sicker than before, her skin more sunken and sallow.
They were in a new hotel, one just down the road from their last. When they left it had been crawling with civilians and they'd barely managed to escape without anyone seeing them. At least Jo's breathing had now evened out to say that she had slipped from the realm of unconsciousness and faded into an easy sleep.
Glancing around at the room, Dean turned to watch Jo, to watch her every breath. Sam looked up sharply, catching his gaze and narrowing his eyes. Dean took the hint and looked away, lying back on his bed with a sigh.
Sam had learned to become protective of Jo since they joined together to stop Dean but this took the cake; she was lying there, the little sister that he had taken on the duty of protecting, dying slowly before his eyes and he didn't know how to stop it.
The front door creaked open and the brother's snapped around to look at it; they were on edge. A man with raven hair peered around the corner, a phone with GPS tracking open in his hand. Castiel hesitantly walked into the room, revealing the cardboard holder with four coffee cups in it.
"What happened?" He asked, placing the coffee down on the small table and taking a seat next to it. His phone was put into his overcoat's pocket.
"Demons," Sam whispered, staring into the distance just like Dean before they both turned their gaze to the sleeping huntress.
Dean pulled his green eyes away and focused on Cass, "Where were you?" He growled, an unbidden anger latching onto his words. Castiel looked down, suddenly ashamed.
"Getting coffee like you asked," He appeased, his blue eyes downcast and away.
"What took you so long?" Dean gritted out, wanting the Angel to get to the point.
"I-I got lost," Came the mumbled reply.
"Lost?" The elder Winchester repeated, as if he'd heard Castiel wrong. But, alas, the Angel nodded in confirmation, still staring at his hands clasped loosely in his lap. So he didn't see Dean rise to his feet and storm across the room towards him. He only looked up when Dean grabbed his overcoat and slammed him into the wall.
With a hiss, Lucifer rose to a stand on Joanna's stomach, his tail whipping about angrily, his ginger fur on end. Noise seemed to fade away and everything went dark as Dean bared his teeth angrily, "We could have died because you got lost?"
"Dean," Castiel choked out, blue eyes narrowed and nose scrunched up, "I'm sorry."
Pulling away as if disgusted, Dean walked back to his bed and lay back down on it. Sam, still at Jo's side, watched them both warily as he subtly shifted so he was between Dean and Jo. Catching the movement from the corner of his eye, Dean watched Sam before heaving a sigh and looking away.
Silence filled the air only to be broken when Cass started to cough violently, much the same like when he woke up. As was the deal then, blood flew from his mouth into the palm of his hand and he stared at it a moment then took the serviette from the coffee holder and wiped it away.
Sensing the conflict between the brothers, Castiel frowned, "What's going on here?" No-one had to ask about what he meant. Sam looked up, shooting a glance at his brother before fixing a forced smile on his face.
"Nothing," He let the smile fall when he turned back to Jo and adjusted the cloth on her forehead.
Dean rose to his feet, turning on Sam, "Nothing? Nothing?" His voice broke and his hand shook when he pointed at Jo, "I almost killed her!"
Matching his brother, Sam stood up too, "Dean, calm down." He held his hand out, palm down in a placating gesture. Castiel watched them from his chair, suddenly too tired to move or even notice that Lucifer had leapt into his lap to hide from the skirmish.
Locking eyes with Dean, Sam spoke calmly and reassuringly, "We can fix this." And looking at his little brother, Dean could see how much Sam believed that and it broke him.
"Fix this?" Dean growled and he grabbed the duffle bag at the end of his bed and pulled the Colt from it. "There's only one way we can fix this." Sam dodged back warily as Dean swung the Colt around wildly; Castiel merely blinked and couldn't find the strength to move.
Holding the Colt in his shaking hand, Dean pointed the barrel under his chin. "I can fix this." He spoke with such conviction that, for a moment, even he seemed to believe it.
Shooting one last glance at Jo, as if to assert within himself that this was the right thing to do, Dean looked at Sam and smiled sadly.
His finger was depressing on the trigger of the Colt and all Dean could hear was the roaring of his little brother's protest.
"NO!"
*Smirks*
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