Chapter 28 - No Exit
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Dean parks the car in front of the Roadhouse. Seriously, I love this place, people in there are good people. It's pretty rare in our case to find good people in this job, like Gordon, he was one hell of a bitch.
"Los Angeles, California" Dean said getting out of the car.
"What's in L.A?" Sam asked.
"Young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult".
"Yeah? Girl got a name?"
"Katie Holmes".
"That's funny" Sam laughs "and for you, so bitchy".
The sound of broken glass comes from the inside of the Roadhouse and Ellen and Jo's voice shouting, angrily.
"Of course, on the other hand" Dean points the Roadhouse "catfight".
We enter the place without them noticing. They are too occupied yelling at each other.
"I am your mother, I don't have to be reasonable!" Ellen yelled.
"You can't keep me here!" Jo replied.
"Oh, don't you bet on that, sweetie".
Holly, looks like a fight Dad and Sam would have. It looks a lot like the fight when Sam went off to college. This night was the worst night of my life.
"What are you going to do, are you going to chain me up in the basement?"
"You know what, you've had worse ideas than that recently. Hey, you don't wanna stay, don't stay. Go back to school".
"I didn't belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection".
Oh, Jo. I can so relate with you. I look up at Dean with the look, the one that confirms that. He only rolls his eyes.
"Yeah and getting yourself killed on some dusty back road, that's where you belong?!" Ellen turns around seeing us "guys, bad time".
"Yes, ma'am" Sam agreed.
"Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway" Dean added with a forced smile.
I sigh pulling him away by the sleeve of his jacket but Jo stops us.
"Wait. I wanna know what they think about this".
A family enters the saloon, the family. A mom, a dad, two young kids and all wearing the same yellow t-shirts. Good, I'm so happy that we aren't that way.
"I don't care what they think!" Ellen yelled ignoring her costumers.
"Are you guys open?" The father asked.
"No!" Jo shouted.
At the same time, Ellen shouted "yes!"
The mother and father looks at each other confused.
"Well just… check out the Arby's down the road".
They leave. Wow, that was awkward.
The phone rings, but Jo and Hellen don't move. They stare at each other, and Ellen finally breaks and go answer the phone.
"Harvelle's. Yeah, Preacher".
Jo walks to us handing a file at Dean "three weeks ago a young girls disappears from a Philadelphia apartment".
Dean eyes the file and glances back to Ellen.
"Take it" Jo insisted "it won't bite".
"No, but your mom might" Dean pointed out.
Jo takes out her smile, the one Dean can't manage, like Sam and I's puppy dog eyes. So, he takes it and start checking it out.
"And" Jo trailed off "this girl wasn't the first. Over the past eighty years six women have vanished. All from the same building, all young blondes. Only happens every decade or two so cops never eyeball the pattern. So we're either dealing with one very old serial killer, or – "
"Who put this together? Ash?" Dean cut her off.
"I did it myself" she answered proud.
"Hmm" Dean hummed impressed.
"I gotta admit. We hit the road for a lot less" Sam said.
"Yeah, could be good" I agreed.
"Good. You like the case so much, you take it" Ellen said joining us
"Mom!" Jo exclaimed.
"Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. And I won't lose you too. I just won't".
I look down biting my lip. All hunters has lost a lot, like we lost our father and mother to this son of a bitch of demon.
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We finally got the apartment where the most recent girl has disappeared. Since it's only girls who had disappeared, Dean didn't want me to put a feet in this place, but I got out my puppy dog eyes and Sam's support so here I am.
"I feel kind of bad, snaking Jo's case" Sam stated.
"Yeah, maybe she put together a good file. But could you see her out here working one of those things?" Dean asked him "I don't think so".
Sam and dean pull out an EMF reader. I wish I could have my own too.
"You getting anything?" Dean asked.
"No, not yet"
"Hey, look at that" I called out to my brothers.
I look at a black substance on the light switch, what the hell is that? Never saw that. Sam passes his EMF over and it beep.
"What is that?" He asked.
I touch it and sigh, I know this substance. I remember having some on my face and it was disgusting.
"It's ectoplasm" I said.
"Well, I think I know what we're dealing with here. It's the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man".
"I wish" I smiled.
"Dean, I've only seen this stuff, like, twice. I mean, to make this stuff you have to be one majorly pissed off spirit".
"Alright, let's find this badass before he snags any more girls".
We exit the apartment. I don't know why a ghost would be that angry at girls, were cute for guys no? Or he was gay?
We walk down the hallway hearing a voices, I know this voice. I frown looking at my brothers, they have the same look.
"It's so convenient" Jo said.
"Yeah, it's a great building, fixed it up real nice. All the apartments come furnished, too" a man stated.
"It is so spacious. You know, my friend told me I absolutely have to come check it out, and I have to admit, she was right. You did a really good job with this place".
We reach them and Dean doesn't waist a second.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He snapped at her.
"There you are, honey" Jo exclaimed with a smile.
Honey? What the hell?
She grabs Dean around the waist. That is just weird.
"This is my boyfriend, his buddy Sam and his girlfriend Alex".
Girlfriend! What? She does know I'm only fifteen and Sam is like twenty-two? And I'm his sister that's incest. I'm going to puke.
Sam looks at me confused and back to the guy and puts an arm around my shoulders pulling me closer to him.
"Yeah" Sam nodded clearing his throat.
"Good to meetcha" the man said "quite a gal you've got here".
"Oh yeah, she's a pistol" Dean said smacking her but.
"So, did you already check out that apartment?" Jo asked him "the one for rent".
"Yeah. Yes. Love it. Great flow".
"How'd you get in?" the man asked.
"It was open".
"Now, Ed, um, when did the last tenant move out?"
"Oh, about a month ago. Cut and run. Stick me for the rent" he said.
"Well. Her loss, our gain! Cause if Dean-o loves it, it's good enough for me" she said with a smile plastered on her face.
"Oh, sweetie" Dean smacks her ass again.
Wow, seeing Dean kind of acting like he's on couple is weird, usually it's some, one night stands.
Jo pulls out some cash, a lot of cash and hands it to the guy "we'll take it".
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We re-enter the apartment with Jo. I can't believe she's here, I don't believe her mother let her come here. It's almost funny how Dad almost rushed me on a hunt when I was like ten and Jo is an adult and her mother doesn't.
"I'll flip you for the sofa" Jo said.
"Does your mother even know you're here?" Dean asked her.
"Told her I was going to Vegas".
"You think she's gonna buy that?"
"I'm not an idiot" she rolled her eyes "I got Ash to lay a credit trail all the way to the casinos".
"You know, you shouldn't lie to your mom. Shouldn't be here either".
"Well, I am. So untwist your boxers and deal with it".
"Where'd you get all the money from, anyways?" Sam asked Jo.
"Working, at the Roadhouse".
"Hunters don't tip that well" Dean pointed out.
"Well, they aren't that good at poker, either".
"I should start playing poker" I stated.
Jo smiles at me. Dean's cell starts ringing.
"Yeah… oh, hi Ellen…"
Dean holds away the phone whispering to Jo "I'm telling her".
Both of them argue silently, this is kind of weird but I'd wish that it would always be like this.
"I haven't seen her" Dean lied "…. Yeah, I'm sure…. Absolutely…"
He hangs up getting a grin from Jo. This chick has Dean right up.
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I look through the pages spread out on the table. God, I hate research, I want to find this ghost's body, salt and burn it and return on the road. I prefer the road with my brothers.
"This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse" Jo said spinning her small knife "converted into apartments a few months ago".
"Yeah?" Dean stated pacing the room "what was here before 1924".
"Nothing" I answered "empty field".
"So" Sam stated sited beside me "most likely scenario, someone died bloody in the building, and now he's back and raising hell".
"I already checked. In the past eighty two years, zero violent deaths" Jo told us "unless you count a janitor who slipped on a wet floor" she looks at Dean "would you sit down, please?"
Dean sighs sitting down across the table "so, have you checked police reports, country death records…"
"Obituaries, mortuary reports and seven other sources" Jo finished "I know what I'm doing".
"I think the jury's still out on that one. Could you put the knife down?"
Jo does it.
"Okay!" Sam exclaimed "so, uh, it's something else, then. Maybe some kind of cursed object that brought a spirit with it".
"We gotta scan the place" I said "everywhere".
"Right" Dean agreed "so. You and me, we'll take the top two floors".
"We'd move faster if we split up".
"I agree with her" I supported Jo.
"Oh, this isn't negotiable" Dean refused.
Sure, Dean Winchester won't leave his baby sister alone and the other girl alone.
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I walk with Sam through the halls of the building. I swear, I feel like I'm doing anything, I don't have an EMF, so I'm just walking around following Sam.
"God" I stretch my arms "it's so long! Why doesn't he just appear so we can have a little action?"
Sam laughs glancing at me "never thought you'd love hunting that much, even after all the hunts we've done, I still can't believe it".
"Why you say that?" I asked him frowning.
"Well, you're fifteen, a kid" he said "at you're age I used to go at school and only help Dad and Dean to do the research".
"Yeah, well, nothing is the same as before, Sam. Things are not complicated and a lot is happening, the demon… Dad…"
"I know, and I'm proud of you, kiddo".
I look at him strangely, why the hell is he proud of me? The demon isn't dead and Dad is dead. How can he? Nothing had gone as planned.
"I'm proud of you about how you took everything, how you manage to stay strong and it isn't easy being a hunter".
"I've lived a hunter's life since I was a baby, I've never seen normal" I pointed out the fact "I can't miss what I didn't get".
"Yeah, you're right" Sam agreed "we should go see Dean and Jo".
"Yep. And when do I get my EMF?"
"Why?"
"I feel like I'm doing nothing and its boring".
"I recognize my little sister right there" Sam laughed.
"Shut up" I rolled my eyes.
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I walk out the bedroom I was sleeping in tying my hair in a messy pony tail. It was so great to be able to sleep without any big brothers snoring beside me. It was a little weird to be alone in the room, but well, I had a little privacy and wasn't woke up by someone moving next to me.
"Hey" I greeted Jo.
"Hey".
She is sitting at the table still playing with her knife while still doing some research. Yeah, it is her first hunt. When I finally could do something to help my brother and my father, I just wanted to do some research, now I only want the action.
"Got something?" I asked her.
"Not a lot, here" she passes me some documents.
"Hmmm".
"How old were you when you started hunting?" Jo asked me.
"About ten, why?"
"Ten!" She exclaimed silently since Dean was sleeping in a weird position on the simple sofa.
"Yeah, my Dad needed someone to replace Sam when he left for Stanford".
"Yeah, I wish I could've hunted at this age".
Before I can tell her that this is really stupid and really weird to say, my attention gets caught by Dean who is waking up.
"Morning Deana" I laughed.
He turns his head towards us, still asleep and groaning.
"Where's Sam?" He asked in a hoarse voice.
I didn't even notice Sam wasn't there. Wow.
"Went to get coffee".
Dean gets up grimacing "ugh. My back. How'd you sleep on that big soft bed?"
"I didn't. Just been going over everything" Jo said.
"I did, and let me tell you, I've never slept like this, it was soft and comf-"
"Stop" he stopped me with his hand making me laugh.
Dean picks up a bigger knife from his bag and gives it to Jo. What?
"Here".
"What's this for?"
"Work a hell of a lot better than that little pig-sticker you're twirling around" he told her.
She hands Dean her knife and after a few seconds, she says "William Anthony Harvelle".
Oh, her dad's knife. She kept her dad's knife and I kept my Dad's tags when he was in the marines. I never take it off. Except when I'm taking a shower.
"I'm sorry" he hands her back her knife and takes his "my mistake".
"What do you… what do you remember about your dad? I mean, what's the first thing that pops into your head?" She asked.
I look down, the only thought that pops into my head huh? 'I'm proud of you.
'I love you baby girl'
The last words he told to me before getting killed. Nice memories.
"Come on, one of you must have one, tell me?"
"I was thirteen" Dean said sitting down in front of us "and uh, he took me shooting for the first time. You know, balls on a fence, that kind of thing. I bulls-eyes one of 'em. He gave me this smile, like… I don't know".
He made the same smile at me I guess. When I was a kid, I was ten. Did the same as Dean, we went to a field and I fired. I was suck at first, but I caught the trick fast.
"What about you?" She asked me.
"Me?" I asked pointing at myself.
She nods.
'I'm proud of you. I love you baby girl'.
"I was eleven in my first real action hunt. When I got my first ghost. I torched it and saved Dean and Dad".
"Yeah" Dean nodded with a little smile "I remember, you were so happy. And let me tell you that she wouldn't stop about it".
"I was so proud" I laughed "then Dad told me that I did a good work and the he…"
My face crumbles in sadness. I don't want to say it…
'I'm proud of you. I love you baby girl'.
Dammit. The tears are coming up so I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, but I can't make my way there. I let myself fall on the ground in the hall, hidden from the eyes of Jo and Dean.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to-" I hear Jo say.
"No" Dean cut her off "she just needs time. What about your dad?"
"I was still in pigtails when my dad died, but I remember him coming home from a hunt. He'd 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 wanna 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".
Dammit! I start crying in my hands as silently as possible. I didn't cry for two weeks and now I can't stop myself? It's not the time, but I miss him…
"Nothing" Dean said.
The front door opens, guess Sam is back. I get up wiping of my tears and try to keep myself together.
"Come on Alex" I whisper to myself "don't be a baby, dammit".
"Where's the coffee?" Dean asked.
"There are cops outside. Another girl disappeared".
"I'll go get Alex" Dean said.
Shit.
I get out the hall with a fake smile. Even though I try that, they'll all know I've been crying, especially Sam and Dean.
"I'm here" I told them "let's go".
I grab my jacket from the chair and get out the apartment.
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Dean and I went to check the apartment of the girl who disappeared. Luckily he didn't bring up the red eye thing, but I feel it coming from Sam when I'll be alone with him. Or when I'll be 'asleep' in the car and my brothers will talk about my case.
We enter our apartment, if we can call it that way, to find Jo and Sam still looking through pages of research. Two book worms.
"Teresa Ellis, Apartment 2F. Boyfriend reported her missing around dawn" Dean said.
"And her apartment?" Jo asked.
"Cracks all over the plaster, walls, ceiling".
"There was ectoplasm, too" I added.
"Well, between that and the tuft of hair I'd say this sucker's coming from the walls" Sam conclude.
"But who is it? Building's history is totally clean".
"Well, maybe we're looking in the wrong place" Jo said picking up a photo.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked her.
"Check this out".
Sam takes a look to the picture frowning "an empty field?"
"It's where this building was built. Take a look at the next door. The windows".
"Bars".
"We're next door to a prison?" Dean said surprised.
"I'll call Ash" she said getting up.
I take a look to the picture, definitely a prison.
"Maybe a psychopath tried to escape and got shot on the land?" I suggested.
"Maybe" Sam shrugged.
After a few minutes, Jo comes back in the room getting all of our attention.
"Thanks Ash, and if you breathe a word of this to my mom… that's right. I will. With pliers".
Ouch. I don't want to know what she'll do.
"Okay" she hangs up "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" Sam said "all the people executed there".
"Ash is already on it".
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Like Jo said, we got the list from Ash not long after. There are so many names.
"A hundred fifty seven names?" Sam sighed scrolling down the list on his laptop.
"We've gotta narrow that down" Dean said.
"Yeah".
"That's going to be so much fun" I lean against my chair crossing my arms.
"Yep. Or else we're gonna be digging up a hell of a lot of stiffs".
"Harman Webster Mudgett?" Sam questions to himself clicking on the name.
"Yeah?" Jo encouraged him to continue.
"Oh, I know" I understood "it was H. H. Holmes' real name".
"You've gotta be kiddin' me" Dean sighed.
"Yep" Sam confirmed "Holmes was executed at Moyamensing, May 2, 1896".
"H. H. Holmes himself. Come on, I mean, what are the odds?" Dean sighed, again.
"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 twenty seven murders, but some put the death toll at over a hundred. He was crazy" I said.
"And his flavor of choice? Pretty petite blond. He, uh, he used chloroform to kill 'em. Which is what I smelled in the hallway last night. At this place, cops found human remains, bone fragments, and long locks of bloody hair" he looks at Jo "boy, you sure know how to pick 'em".
"Well, we just find the bones, salt 'em and burn 'em, right?"
"Well, it's not that easy" Sam told her "his body is buried in town, but it's encased in a couple tons of concrete".
"What? Why?"
"The story goes that he didn't want anybody mutilating his corpse. 'Cause, you know, that's what he used to do".
"You know something. We might have an even bigger problem than that".
"What could be worse" I stated.
"Holmes built an apartment building in Chicago. He called it the Murder Castle. The whole place was a death factory, they had, uh, trap doors, acid vats, quick line pits... he built these secret chambers inside the walls. He'd lock his victims in, keep them alive for days. Some he'd suffocate, others he'd let starve to death".
"So Teresa could still be alive. She could be inside these walls".
"We need sledgehammers, crowbars. We've got to smash these walls, anywhere thick enough to hide a girl".
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"Yeah, okay" Sam hangs up cell and looks at me "we're almost finish".
"I hope. I'm kindda I'm tired to go in the walls. It's small".
"I told you Alex, you can wait out" Sam repeated "I don't want you to have an attack or something".
"It happened once" I told him as-matter-of-fact "when I was seven and I looked myself in the closet at Bobby's house".
"Yeah, and it wasn't very fun" Sam remembered.
"You're telling me".
It was stupid. I was looking for Bobby's dog, Rumsfeld. I looked in the tiny dark closet and managed to lock myself in. I don't even know how I managed to do that, but, yeah, I did it.
Suddenly, I see Dean rushing towards us looking panicked.
"Whoa" Sam exclaimed as he run into Dean.
"He's got Jo" Dean simply said.
"What?" I exclaimed "how'd that happen?"
"I wasn't with her, I left her alone. Dammit!"
"Hey, hey" Sam tried to calm him down "we'll find her, all right?"
"Where?"
"Inside the walls".
"Sam, we checked the walls all night, no one was there" I told him.
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Dean is pacing the room nervous because of Jo. We had to except that, I mean she's a small girl and she's blond.
"Look. We've gotta take a beat and think about this. Maybe we got Holmes' M.O. wrong" Sam said.
"Yeah, well, we'd better friggin' think fast".
Dean's cell rings "yeah….Ellen".
Oh great, this is the last thing we needed right now.
"…she's gonna have to call you back, she's taking care of, uh, feminine business… look, we'll get her back… the spirit we're hunting, it took her… she'll be okay, I promise… what?... it won't. I won't let it. Ellen, I'm sorry, I really am".
Dean hangs up the phone cursing loudly.
"Don't beat yourself up, Dean. There's nothing you could have done" Sam tried to comfort him.
"Tell me you've got something".
"Uh, I think I have something" I told them "you look at the layout of the Holmes murder castle, there's all the torture chambers inside the walls, right?"
"Right".
"There's one we didn't considered, in the basement".
"This building doesn't have a basement" Dean said.
"Yeah, it doesn't. But I just notices this. Beneath the foundation, it looks like part of an old sewer system that hasn't been used for-"
"Let's go" Dean cut me off.
Dean grabs his jacket and some books and gets out the door. I glance at Sam sighing, he gives me the same look and gets up.
"Come on".
We walk out the door joining Dean.
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Sam, Dean and I are with metal detectors searching a field. For once I can have a detector of something.
My detector starts beeping.
"Got it" I announced.
Sam and Dean drop they're bag beside me and start digging the ground. I just, sit on the ground watching them do their work.
After a few minutes, they get to the metal. I get up and help them dig with our hands. Dean opens a trap door showing a tunnel to go down, a small one, great.
"I'll go first" I told them.
"Nope" Dean refused "you go second".
"But, Dean, it's small".
"I know, if you feel like something is up you'll just have to close your eyes and tell us, so we'll talk to you, okay?"
"Fine" I grumbled.
Dean gets in first, I get in second and Sam follows. We crawl in the sewers on our hand and knees. Damn, this place is too small.
"Dean" I called out silently.
"It's okay, Alex" Dean assured "I'm sure we're almost there, just think about a big place".
I nod even though I know he can't see me, but still. I hate this shit.
We finally get out the small ass tunnel to emerge in a bigger one leading to a big room where there are some sort of coffin, if I can call it like that. There is the ghost of Holmes leaning over one.
"Her!" Dean yelled shooting into his chest "Jo!"
"I'm here!" Jo replied.
I sigh in relieve, thank god she's okay.
Dean runs to help her. While Sam and I start searching the other ones. I look through one of the wholes to see a woman her face scared as hell.
"It's going to be okay" I smiled at her.
"Sam, Dean, there's someone here" I called out.
Sam appears beside me with a crowbar opening the coffin open. I grab the girl's hand helping her out.
"Thank you" she cried out.
I glance at Dean who got Jo out.
"You alright?" He asked her.
"Been better" she said "let's get the hell out of here before he comes back".
"Actually, I don't think you're leaving here just yet".
"What?"
"Remember when I said you being bait was a bad plan? Now it's kind of the only one we got".
Now, let's trap that bitch.
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Jo is sitting in the middle of the chamber, her arms rapped around her knees. Sam, Dena and I are waiting at the entrance of the tunnel waiting for our dear ghosty.
Holmes appears behind her and leans closer and closer to her.
"Now!" Dean shouted.
I jump out the tunnel shouting a rope making a bag of salt fall on the ground. Sam and Dean does the same making a perfect circle.
I jump back in the tunnel joining Sam, Dean and Jo. Holmes start screaming in horror as he understood that he is trap there.
"Scream all you want, you dick, but there's no way you're stepping over that salt!"
We close the gate of the chamber and make our way up the sewers. Another case solved.
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I look down the entrance of the sewer, I hope the salt will be enough to keep this bitch down, and let's hope no one goes down here.
"So? This job as glamorous as you thought it would be?" Sam asked Jo.
"Well, except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah. Sure. But that Teresa girl's gonna live a life because of us. It's worth it, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Yeah it is".
"A first hunt is always scary" I assured her "I was scared as hell the first time".
"You were a kid" Sam reminded me.
"Yeah" I nodded staring at the whole.
We stay silent, standing there, not saying a word.
"Hey" Jo broke the silent "what if somebody finds that sewer down there, or a storm washed the salt away?"
"Both very fine points. Which is why we're waiting here".
"For what?" Jo and I asked at the same time.
A big cement truck arrives, beeping loudly backing up. I back away out of the way and see Dean in the mirror. Now I understand, this is brilliant idea.
"For that" Sam smiled and guides Dean and stops him "whoa!"
Dean gets out the truck joining us. I help Sam getting the cement mixer down over the entrance.
"You ripped off a cement truck?" Jo laughed.
"I'll give it back".
Sam press on the button letting the cement pour.
"Well" Dean stated "that gotta keep him down there till hell freezes over".
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I'm sitting in the backseat of the Impala in the middle of Sam and Jo. Dean is in the driver's seat and Ellen sitting beside him. Yes.
"Boy, you, you really weren't kidding about flying out, were you?" Dean tried to joke.
The only thing it did, is making the air more uncomfortable than it already is. I glance at Sam biting my lip and he sends me a nervous look.
"How about we listen some music?" Dean suggested opening the radio.
Ellen flicks the radio off the second the song says five words 'you're as cold as ice'. Ironic.
"This is gonna be a long drive" Dean sighed.
I lean deeper in my seat sighing. Great.
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Once we arrived at the Roadhouse, Ellen doesn't say a word and grabs Jo dragging her in the saloon.
"Ellen?" Dean called out as we follow them "this is my fault. Okay? I lied to you and I'm sorry. But Jo did goof out there, I think her dad would be proud".
"Don't you dare say that" she spat turning around "not you. I need a moment with my daughter. Alone".
We go back outside waiting patiently. I guess Jo is getting schooled so badly by her mother.
I lean against the Impala with my brothers. I feel bad for Ellen. I know a parent is scared for his child life, especially when they are hunting a ghost. Sam once told me he climbed up a high tree and Mom looked scared and ordered him to get back down, he was really young. Mom told him that she was scared he would've hurt himself by falling or something like that.
Jo storms out the place looking angry as hell. She stares at Dean but continues walking.
"That bad, huh?" Dean asked following her.
"Not right now" she spat.
"What happened? Hey, talk to me".
Dean grabs her arm but she yanks it off looking at him with a death glare.
"Get off me!"
"Sorry" Dean apologized "see you around".
He turns to leave, but Jo stops him.
"Dean. 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".
I sit up straight shocked.
"What?"
"Why do you think John never came back? Never told you about us? Because he couldn't look my mom in the eye after that, that's why".
"Jo".
"Just… just get out of here. Please, just leave".
Dean nods getting in the car. Sam gives me force smile before getting in the car. I sit in the back staring a Jo who is just standing there.
Sometimes I hate the job, like no. I hate it so much, it destroy families, like mine, Jo's…
Fuck this.
