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So this chapter is again set in season 2, episode 6 'No Exit'. I hope you like it.
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Dean stood by the space where Jo had gone missing, waiting for the ring tone to sound. But instead he got the sound of a voice he knew all too well, though he had never heard it down the phone before.
"Hi, this is Dean's other, other, other phone. Leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can."
It was his voice mail. Seemed Cas hadn't changed it for his own yet. Damn, what the hell was he going to do now? He shut off the phone before he could leave a message, obviously Cas had more important things to deal with. His only hope now was the fact that H. H. Holmes had kept some of his victims alive. It, maybe, gave them time to find Jo and save her ass. And once they did, he was so gonna give her grief over this. With that thought he turned from the wall and ran to where he knew his brother was searching. He and Sammy had some work to do to bring her back, because she was coming back, there was no question of that in his mind.
Crowley had arrived in the place he knew that Jo would be held just after H. H. Holmes had left, to do, well, who knows what. But at least that gave him time to set the stage. Looking into the box which held Jo he saw that she was unconscious, but he knew she would come round soon enough. So ignoring the panting from the other girl, damn that was so annoying, he set about making sure that the bones he had collected were hidden from sight. But he also made sure to cover them with salt so he could burn them if needs be. Always good to have a backup plan in his mind. With that done he waited for the spirit to join them once more. Then this party would really start.
Jo woke from being chloroformed and found herself in a metal box, though there was a slit to the side, and through it she could hear the elevated breathing of another person. She hoped it was Teresa. But before she spoke to the other woman she did the only thing she could think to do that would make sure they both got out of this alive. She closed her eyes, put her hands together and prayed.
"Dear Cas, I don't know if you can hear this, but if you can. Please, I need help. Amen."
Opening her eyes she turned herself to worrying about the other woman. She didn't have her knowledge after all, and she was no doubt sacred. Jo had done what she could to get them help. Now she had to make sure they both made it.
"Hey, your name's Teresa?" She asked hoping this was the girl they had been looking for.
"Yes." Came the scared voice from the metal box opposite her, it seemed they were built into the wall somehow. But that wasn't the problem right now.
"This won't make you feel better, but I'm here to rescue you." Jo replied making sure she channelled as much confidence as she could into that sentence. They needed to stay calm and wait. There was no way Dean and Sam would leave her down here, she knew that. The Winchester brothers would do all they could to get them out, and all they could was a hell of a lot with an angel on their side.
"Oh god. He's out there, he's gonna kill us!" Teresa panicked at Jo's words. How could the girl rescue her if she too was locked away? This was a nightmare and she just wanted to wake up from it. But no matter what, she just couldn't.
"No, he won't. We're getting out. My friends are looking for us, they'll find us." Jo replied with absolute confidence in the ones she had left behind. They would find them, they would save them. She had to believe that, because the alternative was not an option she was willing to contemplate.
"Oh god, it's him." Teresa said when they both heard the footsteps making their way towards them. And at that point Jo truly understood what it meant to be a hunter, because there was no way in hell she was letting this evil shit get his hands on the girl who was now under her protection. But before she could speak, draw him to her where she had her knife ready, another voice entered the mix. A male one, with a British accent, what the hell? At the sound she turned so she could watch the confrontation. And looking she saw a short damper man, dressed in a black suit with a smile on his face. Now just where the hell had he come from?
Cas was busy hunting down a lead, trying to find out what it was he wasn't seeing, when he heard the prayer. There was no way he could leave Jo to her fate, even if academically he knew she didn't die. He couldn't leave her. He had to answer. As such he flew from his position to the place he could sense her being, though he made sure that when he arrived he was invisible. Which was actually a good thing, considering what he saw when he landed.
"H. H. Holmes, I must say, I admire your work, most… intriguing." Crowley said when the ghost came into the space with him, though all he got in reply was a glare and a grunt.
"You know, you could be doing so much more. Here you are trapped to one place, I can give you the chance to take your talents to so many more humans, free you from this confinement that death has made your prison." Crowley continued when he knew he had the ghost's attention. It was time to make his pitch, see if he could land this deal.
At that the ghost of H. H. Holmes cocked his head at the demon, as if he was interested in what he had to say. Or at least that was how Crowley took it. I mean who could say no to an audience that didn't answer back?
"I can take you somewhere you'll learn more of the beauty of pain than you could ever phantom here on earth. I can show you things that you haven't even imagined yet. Come with me, and I can give you more that you could ever achieve here. Show you horizons so vast that you never see the end of them." he said, holding out his hand, even if he really didn't want to touch the gooey ghosty. If it worked he would be his. And as such he would have a valuable ally in hell when the time came. I mean H. H Holmes was a prize catch in anyone's books. It would make those running hell take notice of him, and that was what he needed.
The ghost looked at him then at his out stretched hand and time seemed to stand still for all those observing the scene. But then he shook his head and started to make his way to the door Crowley knew Jo was behind, and he couldn't let that happen.
"Well you can't say I didn't offer." With that his eyes glowed red and he clicked his fingers, making the bag of bones he had prepared go up in flames. Flames which were echoed by the ones encasing the spirit of the man in front of him until he was gone from this world. Taken down to hell by force rather than by request, but at least he was down there now. He would hurt no one else on earth, and if that didn't give him brownie points with Castiel, he really had no idea what would. So looking to the side, where he eyes met Jo's, he smiled and nodded before once more made himself invisible and finally turned to his audience for this show.
"Hello feathers." He uttered, the smile still firmly in place. Oh yes, everything was going according to his plan.
