Jorie sat on the floor between the two beds glancing at each of the brothers. The two of them had hardly touched the root tea mixture to their lips before they fell back into a deep sleep. Sam had dropped his mug onto the floor, shattering it into slivery pieces. Jorie had to shoo Rumsfeld away from drinking it. The dog sat staring at her with a miffed expression on his face.
Dean still held his mug tightly fisted in his hand. The contents had spilled onto his jeans and the bed, looking like he'd soiled himself. If Jorie hadn't been so worried, she might have found it amusing. She wrapped her arms around her legs and waited. Impatiently. How long was it going to take? Did time in the dream world move faster than in real life? Would the brothers sleep all day? Would she be able to tell what was happening to them by sounds that they made or expressions on their faces?
Jorie rose to her feet and moved her face in closer to Dean. Root tea dribbled down his chin making it look like he was drooling. He lay completely still. His eyes weren't even moving beneath his lids. Weren't people's eyes supposed to move under their lids or something? She thought she remembered hearing about that. She sat on the bed and poked Dean. She poked his cheeks and then pulled at his hair hoping to get him to move or something…anything to get him to reveal what he was seeing in his mind's eye. Nothing she did seem to have any results.
She stood and wandered over to Sam, sitting beside him. He slept with a peaceful expression on his face. Jorie wished she could read his mind. He'd been so cryptic earlier when he'd spoken with her. He insisted he wasn't angry with her. He'd comforted her and promised her that he'd do his best to find her dad. When she asked why he was so upset, Sam just brushed a soft kiss across her brow telling her he'd been frightened to see Dean hurting but knowing his brother was okay made everything fine now. When Jorie attempted to push him more into talking, Sam had lifted her to her feet and insisted they get back to work with the plan. The tender moment passed between them but instead of Jorie feeling reassured, she felt his mental walls go up. Something about her shook Sam to his core and he felt the need to protect himself against her. Jorie's heart ached a little at the knowledge. Jorie placed her hand inside Sam's large palm and wrapped his fingers around her hand as a few stray tears traced down her cheeks. She couldn't explain the connection she felt to Sam but knowing he didn't trust her felt like a slap in the face. She closed her eyes and wiggled her hands inside of Sam's warm palm. It felt so large and safe; she could feel his pulse rhythmically beating in time with her own. Then something strange happened. Sam's pulse picked up and Jorie opened her eyes to look at Sam's face. His eyelids began to flutter as his eyes beneath the lids began to move rapidly back and forth. A sudden pulse of energy surged through Jorie and she felt Sam tighten his grip on her hand. Jorie tried to snatch her hand away but Sam held her tightly.
"Sammy, let go!" she whimpered, trying with all her might to pull her hand free. She looked over at Dean, who also appeared to be in deep REM sleep as well. His eyes were fluttering and his head rolling back and forth. Her hand felt like Sam was crushing it. Pain radiated up her arm and she whimpered, falling to her knees on the floor.
"Jorie, it's okay, baby."
Jorie's eyes widen in alarm. "Daddy?" That was her father's voice.
She was on her feet staring down at Sam. His lips were moving but it wasn't his voice. It was her father's voice.
"Daddy?" she dared to say again. She used her free hand to shake Sam. "Daddy, where are you?"
Sam remained quiet but gripped tighter to Jorie's hand. Tears cascaded down Jorie's cheeks as she fought to free her hand, but Sam would not release his grip.
"Let my hand go!" she ordered in a loud clear voice, the same tone that had compelled Dean to go look for her father the evening before. This time her voice was auditory and not in her head.
Sam immediately let go of her hand and his eyes stopped moving. Jorie cradled her hand against her chest and continued to blink the tears away. Why did Sam's voice sound exactly like her father's?
Jorie ran into the kitchen and found the rest of the dream root tea, hastily poured the rest of the liquid into a mug and then ran to her room to find her father's hairbrush still on her bed where Dean had left it. She pulled off another hair and dropped it into the cup. Dean would probably kill her and Sam wouldn't stop him but Jorie was going with them into dreamland. She had to find her father.
Jorie sat on her bed and put the mug to her lips then everything went black.
XxXx
"Damn it, John. That's not good enough!"
Jorie's eyes popped open and found she was lying on the floor in her room at Bobby's house. She sat up and looked around, holding her head. She had a whopper of a headache and felt very sleepy. Compelling Sam to release her hand probably had taken a lot out of her. She worried her lip wondering if she'd just fallen asleep or if she had indeed ingested the tea. Her memories felt foggy and he couldn't be sure.
"Calm down, Mackenzie. Getting yourself all worked up about this isn't helping any of us."
Jorie's heart pounded hard against her chest. Those voices were not Sam and Dean's, nor did one of them belong to Bobby either. She wasn't in Kansas anymore…err Sioux Falls...err… her Sioux Falls, anyway. Whatever. Wait, did that voice just say Mackenzie…as in Mac, her dad?
"Don't tell me to calm down!"
Jorie's eyes grew large. That was her father's voice. She'd recognize it anywhere. Before she could stop herself, she was on her feet running towards that oh-so-familiar voice. Without stopping to think or process why she was where she was or who was there and why none of it should have made sense to her, she appeared in the room much to the surprise of the two men of the house. Jorie saw her dad and flung herself at him.
"Daddy!" she sobbed.
"What the hell?" the other man in the room commented, as Jorie felt her father wrap his arms around her.
"Jorie? What…how did you…what are you doing here?" Mac Spencer said, confusion in his voice.
Jorie shook her head and hugged him as tightly as she could. Mac tried to pull her away to talk but she clung to him sobbing heart-wrenching sobs, not taking in his words. All that was important at that moment was her dad was safe and he was there and he was holding her. She would be safe now. Everything would be okay now.
"That's Jorie?" the other man commented, getting over his shock.
"In the flesh," Mac said, rubbing her back to calm her down. "Shhh, calm down, baby girl. Daddy's here. You're safe."
Jorie felt her father pick her up and wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly against him and placing his large hand on the back of her head. Jorie felt her whole body sigh in relief. Her daddy was here. Everything would be fine now. He would keep her safe.
"I don't understand. I thought you left her with Jenna."
"So did I," said Mac. Jorie felt him walk with her across the room and sit down, pulling her onto his lap and keeping his arms around her.
"Hush now, Jorie. That's enough tears. Tell me how you got here. Where is your mother?"
Jorie felt her heart racing in her chest. Why was he asking about her mother? He knew she was dead. Jorie forced herself to calm down and choked back sobs still racking her small frame.
"That's right, deep breaths, baby girl." Mac rubbed her back and Jorie slowly felt control coming back. Her dad was here. He would make sure all was well. Everything was going to be okay now. A few hiccups emitted from her lips and Mac continued to rub her back as she calmed down enough to speak.
"Daddy." She whispered.
"Jorie, where is mom?"
Jorie blinked back tears as her head began to clear reminding herself that she was in dreamland and not the real world. She needed to explain things quickly and find Sam and Dean. She took a deep breath and swallowed back more sobs threatening to burst forth. Her eyes came across the other man in the room, getting a good look at him for the first time. He looked vaguely familiar but Jorie couldn't quite place a finger on why she knew him.
"Who are you?" she asked, not being able to help herself.
The man chuckled. "I'm a friend of your father, sweetheart. I'm John Winchester."
Jorie blinked. THE John Winchester? "Holy Shit!" she said, unable to help herself.
Mac bristled a little. "Hey, little miss, watch the language."
Jorie blinked and then looked back at her dad. She was calm enough now to begin piecing things together. Nothing was going to make logical sense in this world but if her dad was here, that meant he was dreaming somewhere. That meant he was alive. She slipped off her dad's lap and turned to face him, scrubbing at her eyes to clear the tears.
"Daddy, you have to listen to me!" she pleaded.
Mac frowned. "Where's mom?"
"She isn't here?"
Mac's frown deepened further. "No, Jorie, mom isn't here. Did she bring you here?"
Jorie shook her head. "No, daddy, listen…"
"Then how did you get here? Sioux Falls isn't exactly a hop, skip and jump from Kansas."
"I came with Sam and Dean…"
"My boys?" asked the other man. "How do you know Sam and Dean?"
Jorie groaned. She wasn't ever going to get anywhere explaining anything as long as they both kept interrupting her. She didn't know how much time she had to mess with. Would the Jargeru juggle up the dream world and she'd land someplace else? There were too many unknowns.
"Stop interrupting me!" she snapped.
Mac blinked then his eyes darkened. Jorie knew that look. She was treading on thin ice now, dream world or not. She imagined a smack from her dad here would hurt just as much as in real life.
"Watch the tone, young lady."
Jorie relented a little. She wanted to tell him everything but she also wanted to avoid getting in trouble with her father. "Daddy, please listen to me."
Mac crossed his arms. "I'm listening."
"Wait," interrupted John Winchester, crossing the room and standing rather intimidatingly over Jorie. "I want you to answer some questions first. Where are Sam and Dean? You said you came with them. If that's so, where are they?"
"I dunno," Jorie admitted. She sighed and puffed out her cheeks. How was she going to explain this?
"You don't know?" John reiterated
Mac stood to his feet and towered over Jorie. "Okay, kiddo. Spill it. Why would John's boys drive 8 hours to come here? They should be in school just like you."
Now it was Jorie's turn to frown. In school? What?
"School?"
John crossed his arms. "Sam should be taking his exams at Stanford right about now and Dean has his courses at trade school. Neither one of them have time for a road trip to see their Uncle Bobby. Besides, the old man isn't even here. He's out on a hunting trip with Rufus and that blasted dog of his."
"Rumsfeld," Jorie offered quietly.
"Whatever. If those boys have skipped school to go off on some half-cocked adventure…" John's voice trailed off but his face continued to look annoyed.
"It's not half-cocked," Jorie couldn't help but say.
Her father sighed.
Jorie came uncorked. "Daddy, the Jargeru took you and you are asleep. You've got to wake up before it takes your soul." Tears streamed down her cheeks once again as she rambled on about staying with Sam and Dean and everything that had happened for the past month they had been separated. Thankfully, both Mac and John were just shocked enough to stay silent while Jorie unloaded everything on her heart. "We drank some of Bobby's tea and Sam and Dean came too…you've got to believe me! I got to find them and tell them that it's okay. We need to find them so we can find out where you're sleeping…"
John raised a hand. "Okay, I've heard enough. Where are the boys? Sam? Dean?" He called out. "If you're hiding in the wings and this some kind of prank…"
"It's not a prank!" shouted Jorie. "And you're not even real! You're dead, so shut up!"
Jorie's heart was racing in her chest. This imaginary John Winchester was becoming a huge thorn in her side. Why would her father even dream about him? Was it to help him defeat the Jargeru? He was supposed to be a great hunter. Maybe that was why he was here.
Mac took that moment to grab Jorie by the arm firmly and spin her to face him. "Hey! That's enough of that, miss."
Jorie's eyes rounded and she froze. That was her father's 'you've crossed a line' voice. She knew it only too well. She sighed and dropped her chin.
"I don't know what's going on, Jorie Spencer, but you will apologize to John right this instant. You will not speak with such disrespect to any adult, particularly one that is my friend, do you hear me?"
Jorie nodded as more tears fell down her cheeks. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought.
"I can't hear your head rattling."
"Yes, sir."
"Okay. What do you have to say to John?"
Jorie chewed on her lower lip. "I'm sorry, Mr. Winchester."
John smirked a little. He reached out and mussed up her hair. "No need to be so formal, kiddo. Uncle John is fine. I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to get upset with you." John looked at Mac. "We'll continue our conversation later. I'm going to go find my boys. Maybe, I will be able to get a straight answer out of them." John proceeded towards the door and Jorie began to panic. What would Sam and Dean do if they saw their dead father in this world? It had to be a shock they would not expect.
"Wait!" Jorie called out. John stopped and turned on his heel and stared at her expectantly.
Oh boy, Jorie, you better think of something quick before he takes off and finds Sam and Dean. Jorie chewed her lip, "They, uh, mentioned they were going over to see a friend and that they'd stop by here later. I don't think they knew you'd be here."
"I'm sure they didn't," John said with a hint of a smirk.
"Umm, well, they have a good reason only I probably shouldn't tell since it's their story and not mine…" Jorie winged it hoping it would defuse things. What a mess! How were Sam and Dean going to be any help to her dad if their own dad was here ready to chew them about skipping school when they didn't even go to school? Time in dreamland was messed up.
Mac tapped her head and Jorie looked up at him. "Why are you here? You still haven't explained that."
Jorie felt her temper flare. Hadn't he heard anything she'd just said?
"The truth this time and not a bunch of nonsense about a made-up creature."
Jorie sighed. He'd heard all right but had obviously decided it was a made-up story. "It is the truth," she insisted.
John snapped his fingers. "I bet they went over to Jody's house. Jody always makes them a home-cooked meal when they visit."
"Why'd they dump her off at Bobby's?"
John shrugged his shoulders. "You've got me. They've got a lot to answer for but I'm sure we'll get this all straightened out soon. You wanna come with?"
Mac shook his head and pulled Jorie in closer. "My daughter and I need to have a long talk."
Jorie closed her eyes. So far, this hadn't been the best idea she'd ever had. Maybe she shouldn't have drunk the tea and followed the brothers. She'd thought it would be easier.
XxXx
Jorie put her head down on the table where she sat. She wasn't getting anywhere with her father at all and the more time that passed, the more upset she was getting and the more strict he was getting. It was all leading her closer and closer down a dangerous path. Her father was having none of anything she said and she was growing weary of explaining it. She wished that Sam and Dean would come to find her now.
"Let me get this straight one more time," her father said, his voice sounding very weary. "You drank Dream root tea because Sam was talking in his sleep and sounded like me. You wanted to come into the dream world to find me and wake me up. This creature called a Jargeru is keeping me asleep against my will and if I don't wake up soon, he will be successful in stealing my soul. Is that the long and short of it?"
Jorie nodded, not holding out much hope that he was going to believe her any more than he had for the last 30 minutes.
Mac slammed his hand on the table. "Does mom know you're here?"
Jorie bit her lip. If she said her mom was dead, her dad was going to get very angry with her so instead, she shook her head.
Mac sighed again and pulled out his phone to dial it. Jorie could hear it ring several times and then a female voice she didn't recognize answered it. "Jenn?"
"Oh, hi honey, how's the trip going?"
"Never mind that. Have you seen Jorie?"
"She's staying at a friend's place for a few days. Why do you ask?"
Mac looked at her sternly and Jorie winced. This wasn't going to go over well for her.
"Try not to get upset, Jenn but our daughter is sitting right here in front of me."
Jorie heard the gasp from the woman on the other end of the phone.
"Oh, God, Mac, how did she get there?"
Mac covered the phone with his hand. "Do you want to explain to your mother why you are here and not there?"
Jorie's eyes widened. Her mother's name was not Jenn. Who was Jenn? She shook her head no and dropped her chin. Her heart hammered against her chest. She didn't like this dream world at all. None of it made sense. Could Jenn be Jenna her father's old high school sweetheart? That might make sense. Her father always seemed to dream about Jenna when he was under pressure or there was a lot of anxiety.
"Mackenzie? Talk to me…" pleaded the woman on the other end of the phone. Jorie could hear the tears in her voice.
"Hang on, Jenn."
Mac covered the phone again. "Go take a shower while I talk to your mom then find a corner to stick your nose in, got me?"
Jorie nodded and fled the room. Her father was angry now. He had travelled past confused and wanting to know the story to being extremely upset with her. The woman on the other end of the phone was upset and now her father was angry with her. Getting her to stand in the corner would not fare well for her. She was heading down a dark road and she didn't like this dream anymore.
Jorie ran up the steps to find the room she was staying in at Bobby's in the real world. She entered and locked the door. She sat on the bed. C'mon, Jorie. Think! Where are Sam and Dean? They arrived first. They had to be here somewhere and not too far away, didn't they? Sam! Dean! Why aren't you at Bobby's? Help me!
Jorie felt herself trembling as she forced herself to take a deep breath. None of this is real. It's on happening in my dad's head. He saw me and incorporated me into his dream to make sense of me. Jorie began to sort out all the possibilities to calm herself down. Whatever was going to happen wasn't real. Her father wasn't angry with her. His mind was just creating a feasible scenario for Jorie being here. Jorie stood up and paced and paced, time running away on her until she heard a gentle knock at the door. Worrying her lip, she pressed herself against the wall furthest from the door and waited.
The door slowly opened and her heart ached when she saw her father's disappointed face first. Jorie hated that look. It had been a very long time since she'd seen it and she worked hard to keep it that way. Her dad and she were the best of friends. Tears filled her eyes and she sucked in a deep breath. She watched as her father entered the room, shut the door and rested his hands on his hips.
"Your mom is beside herself, Jorie. How could you lie to her like that?"
Jorie closed her eyes, agony filling her features. None of this was going to bode well for her. How was she going to make her father listen to her?
"Daddy, you've got to believe me," she whispered, trembling all over. "Please, daddy, if we don't find you and wake you up, the Jargeru will steal your soul…"
"Enough!" Mac said sharply. "Stop this nonsense right now. I want the truth, young lady. Why are John's boys here and why are you with them?"
Jorie closed her mouth and her eyes widened. Her mind spun in a million directions. How could she convince her dad that none of this made sense? Wait. Wasn't her father the same age as Dean?
"Wait, daddy, how old are Sam and Dean?"
Mac frowned. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"How old are you, daddy? Aren't you the same age as Dean?"
Mac furrowed his brows. "Jorie, that's ridiculous. Dean is just a kid…"
"Is he?" Jorie walked towards her father. When she was standing in front of him, she reached for his hand. Remember, Daddy. Remember that summer with the Winchesters, remember Grandma Marjorie.
Jorie looked at her father's face to see his eyes cloud over. Jorie chewed her bottom lip. She knew she was compelling her father and surprisingly, in the dream world, it felt much easier and less like an effort. Remember, Daddy.
Suddenly, Mac pulled his hand away and grabbed at his head with a groan. He seemed to waver a bit and then grabbed onto the back of the desk chair. Looking up at her, his eyes darkened. "Are you manipulating me, Jorie?"
Jorie's chewed her lower lip both looking and feeling guilty. Dreamworld or not, the man standing in front of her was her father and he was an intimidating man if he chose to be.
"Daddy, you've got to believe me…"
Mac shook his head and held his hand up to stop her. "What did I tell you would happen if you did that again?"
Jorie took a few steps backwards. She remembered like it happened yesterday. Both she and her dad had become very sick for days afterwards. Mac suffered from migraines and was sick to his stomach. Jorie had headaches and a terrible nose bleed and slept for almost 24 hours afterwards. She hadn't been affected nearly as badly when she's manipulated Dean, though so maybe it wouldn't be that bad this time. Dean hadn't seemed to be affected much at all. Maybe that time had been a coincidence.
"Jorie!" Mac's voice pulled her out of her memory. "What did I tell you?"
Jorie shook her head. She wasn't going to answer him. "Please listen, daddy," she pleaded again but the look on Mac's face told her that her father wasn't listening any longer.
"I said I'd give you a spanking you wouldn't soon forget. I meant that, Jorie. Last time we both got very sick. How can you forget that? And now you lied to your mother and took off hours from home? Why did you tell mom you were going to Tina's house? Mom even called Tina to confirm and she lied for you too."
Tina? Who's Tina? Jorie didn't even have any friend's her age anymore. Her dad and she moved around far too much to make friends.
"Now Tina is in trouble for lying for you," continued Mac, walking towards her, having seemed to gain his equilibrium once again. "Mom is going to call her parents and tell them about the fabrication."
Jorie sat down on the bed. Her stomach ached. Great, now I'm feeling guilty for getting my imaginary friend in trouble. Tears rolled down Jorie's cheeks. This dream of her fathers was getting complicated. Why couldn't he dream about rainbows and unicorns as she did? Her dad's dreams felt real and it was getting all confusing.
Mac walked across the room. "Scoot over," he said as Jorie slid over so her dad could sit beside her. "I don't know what's gotten into you, baby girl but I'm really worried. Lying to mom, running 8 hours away with Sam and Dean, who you don't even know that well and then trying to manipulate me when I've asked you to explain."
Jorie swallowed hard. What could she say? Her dad wasn't listening to her. What was she supposed to do now?
"Daddy, I told you. Can you just hear me instead of getting mad?"
Mac shook his head. "Okay, maybe after I light a fire to your backside, you'll be more apt to tell me the truth."
Jorie gasped when Mac grabbed her arm and flipped her across his knee unceremoniously. Without any more words, he landed five sharp swats to her under curve and Jorie shrieked. Never before had her father spanked her so hard. He meant business.
"Daddy! Stop! Please," she sobbed as the smacks rained down on her tender backside. She kicked her legs but Mac trapped them under his own and continued his ministrations. Jorie locked her hands behind her head when suddenly Mac stopped short and grabbed her hand gently, pulling it from the back of her head.
"Gawd, Jorie! What the hell?" Mac said with a gasp.
Jorie trembled as she sobbed. Her bottom was burning but she knew her father had hardly even begun. "I'm sorry, daddy. Please stop! I'm sorry," she pleaded. She didn't even know what she was apologising for but she was willing to say or do anything to get him to stop spanking her. She'd even admit to everything he thought she did.
"What happened to your head?" her dad said suddenly. Jorie felt him gently moving her hair aside and leaning in to look at her more closely.
Jorie reached back to feel where her dad's hand was. It was the spot where Sam had shaved away her hair to stitch. She didn't remember how she'd split open her head. Her memories were foggy once Mac and she had entered the house. They were supposed to meet another hunter who knew about the Jargeru but as soon as they'd opened the door, her father was attacked and Jorie had run to hide.
"Sam stitched it," Jorie said through her sobs, still trying to calm down.
Jorie felt her dad lift her off his knee and sit her on his lap. Jorie covered her face and continued to cry. Her dad's arms went around her and he pulled her in close hushing her. "Shhh, calm down, I'm done, baby girl. It's over."
Jorie leaned into her dad and felt her body relax. The spanking hadn't been horrible but it had been intense. Her father had stopped short and she wasn't looking the gift horse in the mouth. If her dad had kept that spanking going, she'd have never sat down again. It was the worst of her entire life. Note to self; never EVER manipulate her dad in real life. He wouldn't take it lying down.
Mac pulled her away from him and looked her in the eye. "Okay, I'm listening. Why did Sam stitch your head and when?"
Jorie reached back and rubbed the back of her head. She never thought about it but the hair hadn't completely grown back in yet. She imagined that if her hair was tossed aside, you would be able to see the scar from the cut. Sam had told her was it had been a very deep gash.
"When the creature attacked you, I hid but stuff was flying everywhere. I think I hit my head on something sharp. I don't remember. Sam and Dean found me but you were gone. You've been gone for months, daddy," sobbed Jorie.
Mac's face was sober. He pulled Jorie in close and hugged her. "Sam stitched your head? "
Jorie nodded.
"Gawd."
"I'm telling the truth, daddy. You've got to believe me."
Mac rocked her a little and heaved a sigh. "I believe you, Jore."
xXxX
Jorie bit into the sandwich her dad had made for her while Mac poured himself a cup of coffee and sat across from her, popping some nuts into his mouth. He chewed quietly while staring at her. Jorie fidgeted in her chair. Her backside still ached a little from earlier. Her father hadn't ever spanked her that hard in her life and she hoped to never experience that again. Dreamworld or not, it felt real. She was sure her backside must be red as a tomato but she didn't care to check.
Mac swallowed. "You okay, kiddo?"
She nodded.
"Don't play any more mind tricks on me if you like sitting," Mac smirked at her.
"Yeah, I got that message loud and clear," she mumbled with her mouth full of ham and cheese.
Mac wrapped his hands around his mug and took a sip. "So, you have no idea where Sam and Dean are?"
Jorie shook her head. "They are looking for you."
Mac was quiet for a minute. "This is going to sound terrible considering I just spanked you for it, but do you think you can compel them to come here to Bobby's?"
Jorie blushed and shook her head.
Mac scoffed. "I take it from the pink in your cheeks, you already tried that."
Jorie nodded and took another bite of her sandwich.
Mac puffed out his cheeks and chuckled. "This is all hard to wrap my head around, honey. Don't get me wrong, I believe you but it's hard to fathom when my own head is telling me a completely different story right now."
"Jenna isn't my mom. You married Rebekah Holden. You met in college. Jenna died when you were in high school, daddy. You always dream about her when you are stressed out or worried about things because you still blame yourself for her death." Jorie swallowed the lump in her throat when she saw her dad's face pale. He didn't look angry just overwhelmed. "And I don't have a friend named Tina."
Mac chuckled a little. "Well, I guess that is a relief because I was feeling pretty upset at that imaginary friend of yours."
Just then, Jorie heard a truck pull in followed by the familiar sound of the impala. Jorie was on her feet and at the window before Mac could even register what was happening. Jorie watched as the Dean climbed out of the impala followed by Dean. Tears filled her eyes as she rushed to the kitchen door and flew out to greet the brothers. Sam and Dean would know what to do now.
"Dean! Sam!" she shrieked as she approached the brothers and threw herself into Dean's arms. Dean looked spooked but embraced her. Sam rounded the car and gathered Jorie into his arms and held her tightly.
John got out of his truck and glared at the brothers. "Maybe, now we can get to the bottom of this nonsense." He said, gruffly.
Sam and Dean were hauntingly quiet.
Mac walked outside and met eyes with John.
"They were at Jody's just like I gathered they would be. She was feeding them and they were blathering on about the same damned thing as Jorie." He stopped and glared at his boys. "Now, it's time we get this story straight."
"It's all true, John," Mac said with a shrug. "She's not lying."
"What the hell?" John said taking off his hat and smacking it against the side of his leg.
"Walk with me for a minute and I'll fill you in."
John glared at Mac and then the brothers before heaving a heavy sigh. He pointed in Sam and Dean's direction. "Don't you even think of going anywhere, boys. We still need to talk more about this."
"Yes, sir," the brothers said in unison before dropping gazes from their father to the ground.