Scarlett POV
I groaned, slowly opening my eyes to see I was in a dark small place. I pulled out my flashlight and shined it around, only to see a wall wood a few inches above my face - it was covered in long scratches, stained red from the blood.
My fingers reached up and traced along the deep gouges. I closed my eyes before reopening them, "Son of a bitch," I muttered.
I looked to my right and saw another wooden panel that had a small slit running along the length of it. I shifted my body till I could look out of it, my eyes wondering the damp, round chamber that I was trapped in. On the opposite wall to mine, there was a larger, round chamber with similar compartments to the one I was in around it.
Suddenly, there was a noise from the distances. "Hey," I called. It was quiet for a moment but then I heard a sob, "Is - is anybody there?" A girl asked. "Hey, you Teresa, right?" I asked.
"Yes," She confirmed. "He's out there, he's gonna kill us!"
"No, he won't," I said sternly. "We're getting out. My brothers and friend are looking for us, they'll find us."
The sound of footsteps echoed eerily through the small area and Teresa let out a cry, "Oh god, it's him!"
"Shh! Just be quiet!" I said quietly as I turned off my flashlight. Everything was very quiet, the only sound being was my breathing. I swallowed slowly as I heard the footsteps approaching and turned back to the slit; a scraggly-bearded mouth appeared at the opening.
"You're so pretty. So beautiful," Holmes breathed out. "I'm way out of your league, buddy, so why don't do me a favor and go to hell?" I snapped. He grunted in displeasure and I stayed still as I waited for him to do something. When I saw his hand reaching into the opening, I made a face of disgust as I shuffled as far as I could away from it, turning to my other side.
When his cold and creepy hand touched my hair, I groaned in disgust. His hand slowly trailed down my body, brushing along my arm. "So, so beautiful," He breathed out.
I twisted my knife from my pocket and into my hand, pushing his hand and then spun, stabbing the knife into his hand. Holmes screamed, ripping his hand back.
"How do you like that? Pure iron, you creepy-ass son of a bitch! Huh?" I called, smirking when there was no reply but still hold my knife tightly. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
"Is he gone?" Teresa asked. "Probably not," I informed. Suddenly Holmes grabbed me the my arm again, pulling her back as I struggled against him. He made me drop the knife and then he clamped a hand down over my mouth. "Shhh."
"Hey!"
He let me go and I turned to the opening as there was a gunshot, making Holmes to disappear. "Scar?!" Jo and Dean called at the same time. "My three musketeers. I'm here!" I called.
After a moment, the compartment opened and Jo and Dean pulled me out while Sam got Teresa out of her own compartment. "What took you guys so long?" I joked. "Your welcome," Jo said, smirking which I returned.
"You okay, shorty?" Dean asked and I nodded. "Amazing. I have a fan and it a serial killer," I said sarcastically. "Well good for you," Dean joked and I gave him a playfully look.
"Let's get the hell out of here before he comes back," I said, sighing. "Actually, I don't think you're leaving here just yet," Jo said, biting her lower lip. "Come again?" I asked. "Yeah . . . Remember when Sam and I said we changed our minds about you being a bait? Now it's kind of the only one we got," Dean explained before we looked at Sam, who had an armful of terrified Teresa and he shrugged.
"Fine," I said. "Let's make it quick so I can go back to take a shower. And you owe me a pie." Dean smirked, "That's my girl."
Sam took Teresa to the hospital before we all took our places in the plan. I was, sitting in the middle of the chamber alone in silence. I wrapped my arms around my knees, breathing deeply and steadily.
My eyes searched around before I froze when I felt I wasn't alone anymore in the room. I heard Holmes walking closer from behind me and I waited for Dean's call.
"Now!"
I dived forwards as Jo and Sam fire on the walls; several bags unroll and spill salt in a perfect circle around Holmes, trapping him. Dean pulled me towards him as Holmes circled, gibbering and screaming in terror.
"Scream all you want, you dick, but there's no way you're stepping over that salt!" Jo yelled. Dean slammed a grate shut, sealing off the room and we walked out.
We waited for Dean to come back as we stood by the sewer's entrance that we climbed out. "So? This job as glamorous as you thought it would be?" Sam asked, looking at Jo.
"Well, except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah. Sure," She said and I smiled as Sam let out a chuckle. "But that Teresa girl's gonna live a life because of us. It's worth it, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Yeah it is," I agreed. "But you should be glad you didn't go through that crap." She let out a laugh, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, "Of course I am."
I rolled my eyes but smiled before she looked back down at the sewer, "Hey, what if somebody finds that sewer down there, or a storm washes the salt away?"
"Both very fine points. Which is why we're waiting here," Sam said and we both smirked at each other. "For what?" Jo asked.
A loud beeping caused us to turned and see a Large Truck Backing up towards us. "For that," I said. We smiled as the cement mixer stopped just over the sewer entrance when Sam waved Dean to stopped. "Whoa!"
Dean climbed out of the driver seat and walked over. He and Sam set up the cement mixer right over the entrance. "You ripped off a cement truck?" Jo asked in disbelief but smiled.
Dean shrugged, "I'll give it back," He pointed out and smirked before he flicked the switch that allowed the cement to pour down the entrance then walked back over to us. "Well, that oughta keep him down there till hell freezes over."
We all smiled, looking at the shaft and watched as the cement continued to fall inside to trap Holmes in there forever.
... ...
The Impala zoomed quietly down the dark road. Dean was driving, I was sitting at the back seat between Sam and Jo while Ellen was sitting at the passenger seat. She didn't talk and just stared at the road with a set jaw. Apparently, when I was kidnapped she called my phone and Jo told her she didn't want to come home before helping my brothers to save me and she said she will come. Boy she wasn't kidding.
Dean glanced at Ellen again, "Boy, you, you really weren't kidding about flying out, were you?" He tried to light up the mood but she didn't replied whatsoever. I exchanged a look with Sam and Jo before looking back.
"How about we listen to some music?" Dean asked, flicking the radio on.
"You're as cold as ice -"
Ellen reached forward and flicked the radio off. I exchanged another look with Sam and Jo. Dean glanced back at us as if for assistance but then he looked back at the road, "This is gonna be a long drive."
...
By the time we got to the Roadhouse it was morning. Ellen stormed in, dragging Jo by the elbow as me and my brothers followed. "Ellen . . ." I trailed off and she and Jo turned to me, "This is my fault. I lied to you and I'm sorry." Dean stepped in, "But Jo did good out there, I think her Dad would be proud."
"Don't you dare say that. Not you," Ellen snapped. "I need a moment with my daughter. Alone." We nodded and walked out with Sam. We waited by the Impala; Sam and I sat on the hood while Dean was leaning against the driver door, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.
After a few minutes, Jo stormed out. She glanced at us before walking away but Dean followed her, "That bad, huh?"
"Not right now," She said. "What happened?" Dean asked but she didn't answered so he grabbed her arm to make her stop, "Hey, talk to me." She pulled her arm from his grip, "Get off me!"
"Sorry. See you around," He said before turning to walk back towards me and Sam. "Dean," Jo started and he turned back to her. She walked towards him, "It turns out my Dad had a partner on his last hunt. Funny, he usually worked alone; this guy did too, but - I guess my father figured he could trust him. Mistake. Guy screwed up, got my dad killed."
"What does this have to do with -"
"It was your father, Dean," Jo cut him off. I stared at her in shock. "What?" Dean asked. "Why do you think John never came back? Never told you about us?" Jo asked. "Because he couldn't look my mom in the eye after that, that's why."
"Jo," He started but she backed away. "Just . . . just get out of here. Please, just leave." With that she turned around and walked away. Dean turned back to me and Sam and we stared after Jo in shock.