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Selena laid on her back in the backset of the Impala, eyes closed, but not sleep. The clicking of the door unlocking and locking a constant sound as she used her telekinesis. The sound stopped as she heard Sam and Dean talking, coming closer to the car. She could also hear Ellen and Jo's quiet argument, though, they didn't stay quiet for long. Opening her eyes, Selena sat up and concentrated on the door, opening it. She got out and the siblings walked over to the road house, entering it.

"What are you gonna do? Are you gonna chain me up in the basement?" Jo asked, angrily. She followed her mother around.

"You know what? You've had worse ideas than that recently." Ellen retorted. "You don't want to stay? Don't – go back to school."

"I didn't belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection!"

"Yeah, but getting yourself killed on some dusty back road – that's where you belong?" Jo stared at her and Ellen turned only to see the siblings. She sighed. "Guys, bad timing."

"Yes, ma'am." Sam agreed.

"We rarely drink before 10 anyway." Dean said. The three turned, about to leave.

"Wait." Jo walked towards them. "I want to know what they think about this."

"I don't care what they think." A family came in and the father spoke.

"Are you guys open?" Everybody looked at him.

"No!"

"Yes!" The man chuckled nervously.

"We'll just out the Arby's down the road." The family then left, leaving the roadhouse in silence. The telephone rang and Jo looked at Ellen, who went over to the phone and answered it. While Ellen was talking, Jo turned to the siblings, and started to tell them what the fight was about. She held out a file.

"Three weeks ago, a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment." Dean stared at her and she waved the girl slightly. "Take it. It won't bite."

"No, but your mom might." Jo didn't remove the file and Dean, exasperated, took it. He started looking through it. "And this girl wasn't the first. Over the past 80 years, six women have vanished all from the same building, all young blonds. It only happens every decade or two, so cops never eyeball the pattern. So we're either dealing with one very old serial killer-"

"Who put this together?" Dean asked. "Ash?"

"I did it myself?" Jo replied.

"Hmm."

"I got to admit, we hit the road for a lot less." Sam said.

"Good. If you like the case so much, you can have it." Ellen said, walking over to them. Jo looked at her incredulously.

"Mom!"

"Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. I won't lose you, too. I just won't."

*TIME SKIP*

Selena stared at the passing scenery with disinterest as they drove to Philadelphia. To be honest, she was a little curious of this case. The fact that maybe a human serial killer was involved sparked excitement in her. It's been a long time since she's competed with another serial killer. She wondered what their weapon of choice was. Did they kill fast or did they like it slow? Were they messy or neat? Her eyes went half lidded in pleasure and a small smirk was on her face as she imagined the possibilities. Cheshire's rumbling purr showed she shared the same eagerness as Selena. The Impala parked in front of the apartment the girl disappeared from and the siblings got out. Going inside, they sneak into the girl's apartment.

"I feel bad, sneaking Jo's case." Sam said, taking out his EMF meter. Dean and Selena moved past him, going further into the room.

"Well, maybe she put together a good file, but could you see her out here working one of these things?" Dean asked, pulling out his EMF. "I don't think so."

"Animals have to leave the den sometime." Selena said. "The parents have done all they could to teach them to survive. Now, it's time for them to put those skills into effect." Sam and Dean stared at her before they started scanning the room.

"You getting anything?"

"No, not yet." Sam turned and EMF went off. He looked to see a light switch and his brow furrowed in curiosity as he saw a tar-like substance in it. Sam leaned closer. "What's that?" Dean and Selena turned to him.

"What?" They went over to Sam as he touched the substance. His eyes widen as he recognized the substance.

"Holy crap." Dean touched the substance, too.

"That's ectoplasm." Selena felt disappointment run through her. Ectoplasm, the slime of ghosts, not a human serial killer. "Well, Sam, Selena, I think I know what we're dealing with here. It's the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man."

"Dean, I've only seen this stuff like twice. I mean, to make this stuff, you have to be one majorly pissed off spirit."

"All right, let's find this badass before he snags anymore girls." The three left the apartment. While they were walking down the hall, Selena heard Jo's voice talking to the manager. She raised a brow. Seems like someone had snuck away. Turning a corner, Sam and Dean heard the voices and hid behind a corner as the voices came closer. They recognized the voice as Jo and stopped hiding as she and he manager came into view. "What the hell are you doing here?" Dean questioned.

"There you are, Honey." Jo said, coming up to Dean and putting an arm around him, smiling. "This is my boyfriend, Dean, and his two buddies, Sam and Selena." The manager and Dean shook hands.

"Good to meet you. Quite a gal you got there." The manager said.

"Yeah, she's a pistol!" Dean chuckled. He decided to go along with it and question Jo about being here later.

"So, did you already check out the apartment?" Jo asked. "The one for rent."

"Yeah. Yes. Loved it. Great flow."

"How'd you get in?"

"It was open." The manager was about to ask something when Jo distracted him.

"Now, Ed, when did the last tenant move out?" She asked.

"Uh, about a month ago. Cut and run, too. Stiffed me for the rent."

"Well, her loss, our gain, cause if Deano loves it, it's good enough for me."

"Oh, sweetie."

:This is quite disturbing.: Cheshire said. Selena mentally agreed. Jo took out a wad of cash and handed it to Ed.

"We'll take it."

"Okay. Heh."

Xxx

Dean cocked a gun. He and Sam was cleaning out theirs guns and loading them up. Selena was in the kitchen, looking through cabinets.

"I'll flip you for the sofa." Jo said. Dean looked at her.

"Does your mother even know you're here?" He asked.

"I told her I was going to Vegas."

"You think she's gonna buy that?"

"I'm not an idiot. I got Ash to lay a credit card trail all the way to the casinos."

"You shouldn't lie to your mom. You shouldn't be here." Jo's brow furrowed. She didn't know why Dean was this way.

"Well, I am, so untwist your boxers and deal with it." Selena came into the dining room as Dean's cellphone rang. He took it out of his pocket and answered it.

"Yeah?" He stilled as Ellen's voice came through.

"Is she with you?" She asked, forgoing with the pleasantries.

"Oh, hi, Ellen." Jo looked at him as he moved away a few feet.

"She left a note she's in Vegas. I don't believe it for a second." Jo went over to Dean, whispering low threats on not to reveal her location. The two whispered argued. "Dean?"

"I haven't seen her."

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." Selena raised a brow, feeling amusement. Dean was digging himself into a grave. When Ellen finds out he lied, she'll kill him.

"Well, please, if she shows up, you'll drag her butt back here, won't you?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay. Thanks, hon." Ellen hung up and Dean closed his phone. Jo grinned at him.

Xxx

This place was built in 1924." Jo informed the siblings while looking at a blue print of the building. "I t was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago."

"Yeah? What was here before 1924?" Dean asked, pacing behind Jo.

"Nothing. An empty field."

"So the most likely scenario – someone died bloody in the building, and now he's back and raising hell." Sam said, sitting next to Jo, looking a paper.

"I've already checked. In the past 82 years, zero violent deaths, unless you count a janitor who slipped on a wet floor. Would you sit down, please?" Dean looked at Jo, then walked over. He still didn't think Jo was ready for a hunt.

"So, have you checked the police report," Dean sat down. "Country death records?"

"Obituaries, mortuary reports, and seven other sources." Jo looked at Dean, somewhat annoyed. "I know what I'm doing."

"I think the jury's still out on that one." A beat of silence. "Would you put the knife down?" Sam decided to intervene before an argument broke out.

"Okay." He said. "So, uh, it's something else, then." While he spoke, Jo set the knife down. "Maybe some kind of cursed object that brought a spirit with it."

"We got to scan the whole building. Everywhere we can get go, right?"

"Right. So, you and me – we'll take the top two floors." Dean stood up, about to head to the door, but Jo thought differently.

"We'd move faster if we split up." She stood up, blocking Dean's path. Dean gave her a smirk.

"Oh, this isn't negotiable." Selena tuned out the conversation. Personally, she thought the arguments between Dean and Jo were getting old. They themselves were younger than Jo when they started hunting alone. No, she shouldn't have lied to her mother, but Selena could see she wanted to prove herself. Her gaze slid to Dean. He may deny it, but he was the same when he was young. Always eager to prove himself to John.

"Fine. Then we won't split up." Jo finally conceded.

"Okay, then. Sam and Selena, you'll check the lower floors." Sam nodded. "Let's go." The four left the apartment and got into the elevator. Sam and Selena got off first, and Sam took out his EMF, turning it on. They started walking down the hall.

"How long do you think they'll last before another argument starts?" Sam enquired.

"A while." Selena said, focusing her senses on any signs of a spirit. So far, she didn't detect anything. They scanned around a little more, but nothing. Deciding to go the next floor, Sam and Selena walk to the elevator when Selena paused. She sniffed the air, eyes narrowing. She followed the scent, looking down to see a vent.

"Selena?" She looked up at Sam. "Find something?" Eye still narrowed, she shook her head and resumed walking. The smell of chloroform still in her nose.

*TIME SKIP*

A figure, shrouded in shadows, approached the bed where a sleeping Selena and Sam lay. Yellow eyes looked down on the silver hair woman tenderly, hand reaching out, only to freeze as mad laughter reached his ears and a low, female voice that seemed to bounce around the room.

:"Will you walk into my parlor?" Said the Spider to the Fly. "Tis the prettiest little parlor you ever did spy.": The figure spun around, looking for the owner of the voice. :You, little fly, certainly didn't need any tempting.: The room suddenly melted away to reveal a night sky above him and a vast forest around him, snow covering the ground. Azazel narrowed his eyes, sensing a presence behind him and whirled around. He stilled, seeing a snow leopard sitting before him on a boulder jutting out of the ground. It's unnerving ear-to-ear grin showing off sharp teeth and the tip of its tail slowly swaying. Yellow slitted eyes piercing and watching. They stared at each other, yellow to yellow, neither blinking. Azazel felt intrigue. He's never come across anything like this before.

"I'm guessing you are the one that was speaking a while ago?" He questioned. The feline's grin widen and she jumped off the boulder. It seemed to glide on the snow as it stalked towards the demon, circling him. Her eyes never leaving him.

:Correct.: The feline purred out. :You're bold, coming here when you know we want to kill you.:

"Thank you. I see myself as hard to kill, and with good reason."

: Pity. I see you as prey.: Faster than he could see, the feline lunged at him, claws out, and pinned him to the ground, trying to bite his throat. Azazel threw the cat off him using his powers. She flipped, landing on her feet and disappeared. Azazel looked around warily for any signs of the cat, then hissed as three claw marks appeared on his back. Laughter rang out, bouncing from place to place. More claw marks appeared on his arm. Growling, he sent a wave of fire, which melted the snow around him, then retreated from Selena's mind. After he had left, Cheshire reappeared. She looked at the melted snow and with a flick of her tail, the snow was back. She licked the blood off her claws. :We got him.: A moment of silence, then Selena jumped down from where she was watching in the trees, landing next to Cheshire.

"Good job." She praised, petting Cheshire, who let out a purr. Selena knew she would have to be even more careful from now on if the demon could get into her mind while she slept. She couldn't always rely on Cheshire to defend it from intruders. Turning, she and Cheshire disappeared into the forest. They need to do some work.

Xxx

Azazel's eyes snapped open and he let out a rumbling growl. Feeling something wet on his back and arms, he looked to see the wounds that infernal feline made had transferred to the real world. His brow furrowed as the wounds healed. Who was she and why was she in Selena's mind? Was she a figment of imagination or something else? More importantly, was she a danger to his daughter?

Xxx

Selena woke up from hours of making defenses in her mind and sat up, or at least, tried to sit up, but something was preventing her from doing that. Looking down, she saw arms around her, then she turned her head to see Sam. Ah, that's right. She bunked with Sam while Jo got the other room and Dean got the sofa. Cheshire chuckled and Selena let out a soft sigh. That can't be comfortable, what with her cold body temperature and jacket getting in the way. She disappeared and reappeared in front of the bed. Grabbing her bag, she left the room and went to the bathroom, doing her morning rituals. When she was done, she left the bathroom, pants changed, hair wet and towel around her shoulders. She noted that the sun was just beginning to rise as she paused to check up on Dean, adjusting him to a more comfortable position. Selena looked towards Jo's room, hearing she was still awake. She walked to the door and left the apartment.

Xxx

The sound of sirens was what Dean woke up to. He groaned, turning his head to see Jo sitting at the table, twirling her knife. She looked up and smiled

"Morning, princess."

"Where are Sam and Selena?" Dean asked.

"Sam went to get coffee. I don't know where Selena is. Sam said she want there when he woke and I didn't see her when I got up." Dean sat up, groaning again as his back popped.

"Oh. My back." He stood up, stretching, then walked to the table. "How's you sleep on that big, soft bed?" Jo looked at him.

"I didn't. I've just been going over everything." Dean stared as she continued to twirl the knife, then grabbed his duffel bag. He took out a bigger knife and offered it to her.

"Here." Jo took the knife, bemused.

"What's this for?"

"It'll work a hell of a lot better than that little pigstick you've been twirling around." Jo handed him her knife and Dean examined it. His brow furrowed as he saw the initials W.A.H. engraved on the blade.

"William Anthony Harvelle." Jo said. Her father, Dean realized.

"I'm sorry. My mistake." They exhaled knives, silence falling over them.

"What do you – what do you remember about your dad?" Jo asked. "What's the first thing that pops into your head?" Dean glanced at her, silent. "Come on. Tell me."

"I was 6 or 7…" He sat down. "And, uh…he took me shooting for the first time. You know, bottles on a fence – that kind of thing. I bulls – eyed every one of them. And he would smile, like…I don't know."

"He must have been proud." Dean let out a soft chuckle.

"What about your dad?"

"I was still in pigtails when my dad died, but…I remember him coming home from a hunt. He's burst through that door like – like Steve McQueen or something. And he'd sweep me up in his arms, and I'd breathe in that old leather jacket of his. And my mom – who was sour and pissed from the minute he left – she started smiling again. And we were…we were a family. You know why I want to do the job? For him. It's my way of being close to him. Now, tell me, what's wrong with that?" Dean shook his head.

"Nothing." They looked over at the door as it opened, and Sam and Selena came in. "Where's the coffee?" Dean asked.

"There are cops outside." Sam said. "Another girl disappeared." Jo and Dean looked at each other. Den stood up , deciding he go get the details from the cops while Sam, Selena, and Jo stayed here to look over any clues. He left while the other three brought out newspaper clippings, the scalp and others things, setting them out on the table. After a while Dean came back and the three looked at him.

"Theresa Ellis – apartment 2-F. Her boyfriend reported her missing around dawn." He said, walked over to them.

"And her apartment?" Jo asked.

"Cracks all over the plaster – walls, ceiling. There's ectoplasm, too."

"Between that and the tuft of hair, I'd say the sucker's coming from the walls." Sam said.

"Yeah, but who is it? The buildings history's totally clean." Selena eyes landed on one of the photos on the table. It was a photo of the an empty lot, the place where the building was now. She looked at the building next to the lot and blinked. Oh. That explained things.

"Could it be a different building?" She questioned. Jo looked at the same photo and picked it up.

"Think your sister's onto something." Dean looked between the two woman.

"What do you mean?"

"Check this out." Jo handed the photo to Sam. He and Dean looked at it, but didn't see anything.

"An empty field?"

"It's where the building was built. Take a look at the one next door. The windows." The windows on the building had bars on them. And the only building to have bars like that on it would be…

"We're next door to a prison." Dean concluded.

Xxx

"Thanks, Ash. Oh, and if you breathe a word of this to my mom – that's right. I will. With pliers." Jo hung up and walked over to the siblings, holding up a photo of the prison. "Okay. Moyamensing Prison – built in 1835, torn down in 1963. And get this, they used to execute people by hanging them in the empty field next door."

"Well, then, we need a list of all the people executed there." Sam said. Jo smiled.

"Ash's already on it." Twenty minutes later, they were looking at a list of names on Sam's laptop in disbelief.

"157 names?"

"We got to narrow that down."

"Yeah."

"Or else we're gonna be digging up a hell of a lot of stiffs." Sam paused in his scrolling as he saw a name and clicked on it.

"Herman Webster Mudgett?" The name sounded familiar to him.

"Yeah?"

"Wasn't that H. ' real name?"

"You got to be kidding me." Dean sat down and turned Sam's laptop towards him. He searched up H.H. Holmes. He clicked on a result, bringing up a newspaper article on Holmes execution. "Yep. Holmes was executed at Moyamensing May 7, 1896."

"H. himself." Sam grinned. "Come on. I mean, what are the odds."

"Who is this guy?" Jo asked.

"The term "multi-murderer"-they coined it to describe Holmes. He was America's first serial killer before anybody knew what a serial killer was."

"He confessed to 27 murders, but some put the death toll at over 100."

"And his choice victims were pretty, petite blonds." Selena finished, looking at Jo. Her voice was as cold as always, but on the inside, her excitement had reignited ay the discovery of the H. ' spirit. The Torture Doctor. No wonder she smelled chloroform from the vents. Her hand twitched in the confines of her bound sleeves and for a second her vision was filled with red. Her canines ached to rip and rear into flesh while her stomach clenched with hunger. She could feel Cheshire pacing, restlessly in her mind.

"Yeah. He, uh, used chloroform to kill them, which is what I smelled in the hallway last night. At his place, cops found human remains, bone fragments, and long locks of bloody blond hair." Dean looked at Jo. "Boy, he sure knew how to pick them."

"Well, we just find the bones, salt them, and burn them, right?"

"It's not that easy. His body is buried in town, but it's encased in a couple tons of concrete." Jo gained a confused look.

"What? Why?"

"The story goes that he didn't want anybody mutilating his corpse cause, you know, it's what he used to do."

"You know something?" Sam let out a breath and took back his laptop. "We might have an even bigger problem than that."

"How does this get bigger?" Sam typed some things into the laptop.

"Holmes built an apartment building in Chicago. They called it The Murder Castle." Sam showed her a photo of the building. "The whole place was a death factory. They had trap doors, acid vats, quicklime pits. He built these secret chambers…inside the walls. He'd lock his victims in, kept them alive for days. Some, he'd suffocate. Others, he'd let starve to death."

"So Theresa could still be alive. She could be inside these walls."

"We need sledgehammers, crowbars." Dean said, standing up. "We got to smash these walls anywhere thick enough to hide a girl."

*TIME SKIP*

Dean traveled into the hole they made, Jo following behind. Flashlights making it easier to see.

"Okay." Jo said, on the phone with Sam. "Follow us after you check the southeast wall." She then hunt up and looked at Dean. "Sam's almost done with the first floor. He hasn't found jack squat."

"Hmm. And Selena?" Dean asked.

"Haven't called her yet."

Xxx

Selena walked through the space in the walls, arms unbound. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and took it out, putting it up to her ear.

"Hn."

"Selena, find anything?"

"No. I am nearly done."

"Ok. Follow after you check the north wall."

"Hn." Selena lowered the phone just as Jo hung up, putting it back in her pocket. Selena started walking faster. She must hurry. She didn't know if Holmes was a patient hunter or not, but she had a feeling he'd strike sooner, rather than later. After all, wouldn't you be impatient and eager if your preferred target was dangling in front of you?

Xxx

Jo squeezed into the narrow space she and Dean came across. And since Dean was too big, she volunteered to go in.

"Where are you?" Dean asked from her phone.

"By the north wall." Jo replied. She came to an air duct and began climbing down. "I'm heading down some kind of air duct."

"No, no, no, no. Stay up here."

"We got to find this girl, don't we? I'm okay."

"All right. I'm heading to you." Dean exited the hole, heading towards the stairs. Jo jumped down to the floor, continuing on. She then entered another narrow space, but paused when she heard a liquid sound. Turning, she shined her flight on the wall and saw ectoplasm dripping out.

"Oh, God." Jo breathed out, frightened.

"What is it?" Dean asked, but he got no reply. "Jo? Jo!" He heard Jo scream and rushed down the rest of the stairs to the level below. Stopping at the wall where Jo said she was, he began hammering into it. When he got to the space between the walls, he shined a flashlight in it, looking for Jo. His eyes were caught by a object on the ground. It was Jo's cellphone. Alarmed, he called for her. "Jo?! Jo!"

Xxx

Dean hurried down the hallway, not really paying attention as he turned a corner and ran into Sam and Selena. He looked at them.

"He got Jo." Dean said.

"What? How's that happen?" Sam asked as they began walking to the apartment.

"I wasn't with her. I left her alone. Damn it!" Dean felt guilty. He shouldn't have let Jo join the case. He should've sent her home.

"Hey, look, we'll find her, all right?"

"Where?"

"Inside the walls."

"We were inside the walls all night. None of the other girls are there. She won't be, either." They entered the apartment, going over to the table.

"Look, take a beat and think about this. Maybe we got Holmes' M.O. wrong."

"Well, we better friggin' think fast." Dean reached into his pocket as his phone rang and took it out. He answered it and put it up to his ear. "Yeah?"

"You lied to me. She's there." It was Ellen and she did not sound happy.

"Ellen."

"Ash told me everything. The man's a genius, but he folds like a cheap suit. Now, you put my damn daughter on the phone."

"She's gonna have to call you back. She's, uh, taking care of feminine business."

"Yeah, right. Where is she?" Dean was silent. "Where is she?!"

"Look, we'll get her back."

"Get her back? Back from what?"

"The spirit we're hunting – it took her."

"Oh, my God."

"She'll be okay. I promise."

"You promise? That is not the first time I've heard that from a Winchester."

"What?"

"If anything happens to her-"

"It won't. I won't let it. Ellen, I'm sorry. I really am."

"I'm taking the first flight out. I'll be there in a few hours." Dean lowered his phone when Ellen hung up.

"Damn it." He walked to the table.

"Don't beat yourself up, Dean." Sam said, trying to comfort him. "There's nothing you could've done." But Dean wasn't in the mood for any comfort.

"Tell me you got something."

"uh, maybe." He moved some stuff so the blue print of the building was visible. "If you look at the layout of the Holmes Murder Castle, there's other torture chambers inside the walls, right?"

"Right."

"But there's one we haven't considered yet – the one in his basement."

"This building doesn't have a basement."

"You're right. It's doesn't. But I noticed this." Sam pointed to a spot on the blue print. "Beneath the foundation, it looks like a part of an old sewer system. It hasn't been used for-" Dean cut Sam off.

"Let's go." Dean grabbed his coat and headed for the door. Sam and Selena followed after him, and they left the apartment.

Xxx

:Tell me, Selena, what do you think the bar herbivore's chances of survival are?: Cheshire asked Selena as she and her brothers were walking in an alleyway. Sam was using a meter detector and Dean had a shovel.

'Very low if we don't hurry.' Selena replied. The siblings turned a corner, coming to a field. They walked to the middle of the field and the metal detector beeped.

"Here." Dean began digging. He dug until he hit metal, then threw the shovel aside. He and Sam cleared away the rest of the dirt with their hands, then when that was done, they grabbed the handles to the sewer hatch and opened it. Selena's nose wrinkled at the smell of sewage wafting up. Dean handed Sam and Selena shotguns, then picked one up for himself. Turning on their flashlights, the siblings headed down into the manhole. The tunnels were so small, they had to crawl. As they crawled, Selena began to hear two racing heartbeats, then a loud shout. They came across an opening into a bigger tunnel and crawled out. Selena could hear the heartbeats clearer now and recognized Jo's scent. Walking down the tunnel, the siblings came to a gate and saw Holmes with his hand in a metal box of some sort. Sam and Dean put their shotguns in the holes of the gate, then Dean yelled.

"Hey!" Holmes turned to them, only to get blasts full of rock salt to his gut, knocking him away and making him disappear. Dean opened the gate and they entered the chamber. "Jo!"

"I'm here." Jo said. Dean grabbed a pipe and used it to break the latches on the box Jo was in. Sam, meanwhile was checking out the other boxes and saw decayed bodies in some. He went over to the box Teresa was in.

"Hey." He said. "I'm gonna get you out of here, all right?"

"Sam!" Sam turned to Dean, who handed him the pipe. They got Jo and Teresa out. Selena was tense, daggers ready incase Holmes came back.

"Let's get the hell out of here before he comes back." Jo said.

"Actually, I don't think you're leaving here just yet." Dean said. Jo looked at him.

"What?"

"Remember when I said you being bait was a bad plan? Now it's kind of the only one we got."

*TIME SKIP*

Jo sat in the middle of the chamber, breathing steadily to try to calm her nerves. She heard heavy breathing, then Holmes materialized behind her. She knew he was there, but she didn't want to give anything away. Holmes started slowly approaching her and Jo closed her eyes. When Holmes was just behind her, there was a shout.

"Now!" Then shots were fired by Sam and Dean, real sing sat from the ceiling that formed a perfect circle around Holmes. Jo had moved away when Dean shouted and got out of the chamber, then Dean closed the door. Holmes screamed, seeing he was trapped with no way out. Selena didn't feel any remorse, but she wondered if that's how she'll be when she dies, become an angry spirt and keep on killing until eventually, someone – another hunter maybe – put her down.

"Scream all you want! There's no way you're stepping over that salt!" Holmes just continued to scream. They returned to the surface. Sam, Jo, and Selena were waiting for Dean to return. He had told them to wait cause he had to pick up something.

"So…" Sam started. "Is this job as glorious as you thought it would be?" Jo looked at him.

"Well, except for the pee – your – pants terror, yeah." She replied. "But that Teresa girl's gonna live cause of us. It's worth it, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it is." Jo looked down at the hole.

"Hey, what if somebody finds that sewer down there or a storm washes the salt away?" She asked.

"Both very fine points, which is why we're waiting here." Sam replied.

"For what?" There was a beeping sound and they looked over to see a cement truck backing up towards them. Jo looked at Sam, who smiled.

"That." When the truck was close enough, Sam held up a hand. "Ho!" Dean parked the truck and got out, walking around to help Sam with positioning the true over the hole.

"You ripped off a cement truck?" Dean looked at Jo.

"I'll give it back." He said, smirking. He went over to the lever and pulled it down. Cement started coming out of the truck, falling into the hole. "Well, that ought to keep him down there till Hell freezes over."

Xxx

The silence in the car was deafening as they drove back to the roadhouse. Nobody speaking for fear of unleashing Ellen's wrath. Dean glanced at her.

"Well, you – you really weren't kidding about flying out, were you?" Dean asked, trying to ease the tension. But it didn't to work as Ellen was staring ahead silently. Jo and Sam exchanged looks. "How about we listen to some music?" He turned on the radio and "Cold as Ice" came on. Ellen turned it off., putting the car back into silence. "This is gonna be a long drive." When they got to the roadhouse the next morning, they exited the car. Ellen grabbed Jo by her arm and led her into the roadhouse, the siblings following.

"Ellen…" Dean began. Ellen and Jo turned to him. "It was my fault, okay? I lied to you, and I'm sorry. But Jo did good out there. I think her dad would be proud." The spicy tint in Ellen's scent increased, along with the scent of sadness.

"Don't you dare say that – not you." She said. "I need a moment with my daughter-alone." The siblings understood and left. Though, Selena could still hear the conversation as they walked back to the Impala and leaned on it.

"You're angry. I understand." Jo said.

"Angry? Angry doesn't begin to touch it!" Ellen said. Jo set her bag down on the bar and turned to Ellen.

"Let's just think about this. Everything's okay. I'm alive."

"Not after I'm through with you!"

"Is this about me hunting or something else?"

"You let those boys use you as bait."

"They were right there. They were backing me up the whole time."

"That is why t you do not have the sense to do this job. You're trusting your life to them."

"What are you talking about?"

"Like father, like son. That's what I'm talking about." Ellen's voice broke and she looked away, eyes shining with tears. Jo stared at her, confused.

"John? I though you and John were friends."

"Yeah, we were. I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Mom…" Ellen looked at Jo. "What aren't you telling me?" And that's when Selena tuned out their conversation. She had heard enough to piece together why Ellen was mad. And why John never told them about her. Few minutes later, Jo stormed out of the roadhouse, not looking at them as she walked off. Dean went after her.

"That bad, huh?" He asked.

"Not right now." Jo said. Dean came up beside her.

"What happened? Hey, talk to me" He put a hand on her shoulder, but she moved away, turning to face him.

"Get off me!" Dean's brow furrowed.

"Sorry. I'll see you around." He turned, heading back to the car. He stopped when Jo called him and turned.

"Dean…" She walked up to him. "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." She let out a bitter laugh. "A mistake. The guy screwed up, got my dad killed."

"What does this have-"

"It was your father, Dean."

"What?"

"Why do you think John never came back, never told you about us? Cause he couldn't look my mom in the eye after that, that's why."

"Jo-"

"Just – just get out of here. Please, just leave." Jo then turned and walked away, leaving Dean to deal with this new revelation.