Dean was the first to climb into the crawl space they'd found inside the wall. Followed closely by Jo who was speaking softly to Sam on the phone. He held his flashlight up. Eyes scanning the narrow area ahead of him. "Yeah, Ok." She said as she hung up. Placing her cell back into her pocket. "Sam's almost done checking the first floor. He hasn't found jack shit either." They placed their backs against the cobweb-covered wall as Dean peered around the corner ahead of them. The coast was clear so he stepped on out but halted. "What is it?" She asked, peering around his broad frame to follow the flashlight's beam with her eyes.
"It's to narrow. We can't go any further." He sighed the words.
"Let me see." She tried to dip past him. Only getting stuck pressed against him.
"What are you doing?" His voice sounded agitated. Painfully aware of the feel of her ass pressed against his flaccid dick.
"I can fit in there. Just let me," Jo complained when Dean gripped her shoulder, halting her movements.
"You can't go in there by yourself." He snapped.
"Got a better idea?" She brushed his hand off her arm then slid past into the space. Pausing just past the first turn when her phone began to vibrate in her pocket. Pulling it out the incoming call on the outer screen read 'D'. She flipped the phone open. "Stalker." She whispered.
"I couldn't see you." Dean was looking over a blueprint of the building.
She traced a set of pipes along the space to a dead end where they tunneled down through an opening in the floor. "I'm headed down some sort of air duct." She placed the phone on the floor, climbing down.
"No! Stay up here!" He yelled out to her.
"We gotta find this girl, don't we? I'm ok." She hopped down to the floor below. Hearing him say he was headed her way.
Dean found another entrance to where she would come out on the blueprints, turning around to double back to her. "I'm coming to you." He kept her on the phone. He listened as he rushed down the stairs. His heart skipped a beat as she gasped the words 'oh God' into the phone. "Jo?" His voice cracked with worry. She screamed then the line turned to static. He bolted down the stairs, pausing in the hallway where she should be on the other side of the wall. He gripped the sledgehammer in his hand tight. "JO?" He yelled. Nothing, no response.
He slammed the hammer into the wall. Busting the drywall until there was a hole big enough for him to peer inside. He shined the flashlight around. "Jo?" He called out to her. Nothing again. Then he noticed it. Her phone laying on the floor.
Dean was pacing the halls, turning corners without looking when he slammed into someone. He spun around in anger. His face turning soft when he took in Sam. But only for a minute. "He's got Jo." He was stern in his fear. Sam couldn't help but see that dark thing living inside his brother peeking its way out through his emerald eyes again. The shadow of angry violence begging to break out causing Dean to spiral out of control.
"What? How'd that happen?" Sam was following him in shock. Not even knowing where they were headed.
"I wasn't with her. I left her alone." Dean growled from over his shoulder. "Damn it!"
Sam was reaching for him. Gripping his shoulder in an attempt to calm him. "Look, we'll find her. She's gotta be inside the walls."
"We've been inside the walls all day. None of the other girls where there she won't be either." Dean was yelling at him as they burst into the apartment.
"Look, Maybe we got Holmes' MO wrong." Sam said as he leaned down over the table to look over the research once more.
"Yeah well, we better think real fucking fast." He barked as his phone began ringing in his pocket. He pulled it out answering without even looking. "WHAT?"
Whoever it was Sam didn't hear. His ears were ringing. His stomach turning, bringing on a wave of nausea. "D-..." He tried with all his might to say his brother's name but he couldn't. His vision went blurry. The last thing he saw was Dean turn to him, dropping the phone before lunging forward. He felt his body stiffen before his vision wasn't his own.
He was alone. He was scared. He reached to turn his flashlight on. He immediately regretted it. He was in a small enclosed space. The ceiling above him soaked in dried blood. Covered in claw marks. He whimpered in fear. Holding back sobs. Yet his voice wasn't his own. It was familiar. He summoned every bit of courage he had to look around him. Finding a small opening in the wall at his side he peered out. The room was cold, damp, and something stood out. A grate in the floor. He heard a woman's voice call, "Who's there?" Then he heard his own. "Is your name Theresa?" Except it wasn't his voice. It was Jo.
Sam felt a sharp sting against his cheek. He snapped out of his trance with a deep gasping intake of air. "Sammy, what the fuck?" Dean was full of worry. Holding him firmly by the front of his coat.
"I... had a vision." He frantically began shuffling through the papers on the table.
"But...you didn't seize." Dean's face seemed confused. Then suddenly everything was clear. The look he gave Sam was more intense than anything the younger man had felt in his life. It bore into his very soul and he knew then at that moment Dean was figuring it all out. He knew everything and later there would be hell to pay but he was safe for the moment. "Tell me you got something." Dean's voice was calm, even if his body language was screaming murder.
Sam shifted through blueprints of the surrounding buildings. Finding what he was looking for his finger traced along a trail on it. "I saw a sewer grate. If I had to guess..." He followed the line to an open space in the center that read Sewer JCT 23. "There. I think that's where she is." With no time to waste they rushed out the door.
They'd quickly dug out the entry door to the long-forgotten sewer access. Looking down into it with flashlights they couldn't make out what lay at the bottom. Dean lowered himself in first followed closely behind by Sam, they carefully descended the ladder with rock salt loaded shotguns in hand.
Jo beat the door of the entrance to the cramped hole the spirit was holding her in. She could hear a man whispering, "you're so pretty." Just outside the small opening, she could see him, his lips were stretched tight in an evil smile showing off his rotted teeth. "So beautiful," she shivered a little in fear, disgust, and because of his cold breath that washed over her face.
"Go to hell." She snapped at him. His hand reached in through the opening. She turned away from him. Cringing when his ghostly hand caressed its way down from her neck to her elbow.
She gripped her father's knife in her fist. Rolling over to drive it into his hand, which burst into smoke upon contact with it. His groans of pain echoing through the sewer. "How do you like that? Pure iron you creepy ass son of a bitch!" She yelled out through the opening. She watched as best she could through the small hole. Holding her knife at the ready. His ghostly hand burst through it. Startled she dropped the blade and his hand clamped down over her mouth to muffle her screams.
"HEY!" Dean's voice rang out just before gunshots were heard. The spirit was sent flying back, vanishing in a cloud of smoke. "Jo!" He called out to her. Dean rushed over to the small compartment she was being held in. He shoved a crowbar into the rusted old handle, pushing with all his might to pry it open. Sam peered into the other compartments looking for Theresa or any other victims that may still be alive.
Finding her he calmly spoke into the opening of her cell, "I'm gonna get you out of here alright." A loud clang sounded as Dean cracked open the hatch where Jo was trapped. "Sam!" Dean yelled out, tossing the crowbar to his brother when Sam turned around. Dean lifted up the heavy metal door allowing for Jo to crawl out.
"You alright?" Dean extended his hand to help her.
"I've been better." She said as she gained her footing. "Let's get the hell out of here before he comes back."
"Actually, I don't think you're getting out of here just yet." Dean's voice was serious.
"What?" She asked as if this wasn't a joke.
"Remember when I said you being bait was a bad idea? Well, now it's kind of the only one we got." Dean turned to Sam who was cradling the now free Theresa in his arms. The poor girl's sobs filling the air as the brothers gave each other reassuring looks. They quickly explained the plan to her before everyone moved into place.
It seemed like forever passed as Jo sat in the center of the sewer chamber waiting defenseless for the ghost of Holmes to reappear. The sounds of water dripping the only other sound beside her shaky breath, which grew more fearful as a chill crept into the room. Her face contorting with fear when she knew he was behind her.
She could feel him creeping ever slowly closer. His desire to hurt her was so strong it left a bitter taste in her mouth. Just as he was standing right behind her reaching out to grab her Dean yelled, "Now!" She ducked down as the boys took aim from their hiding place inside one of the sewer pipes. Firing above his head to hit the trap they had set.
Jo scrambled across the floor as salt fell out of the tarp they had rigged up casting a perfect circle around the room. She dove into Sam and Dean's arms as the ghost let out horrifying screams of rage. "Scream all you want you dick but there's no way you're stepping over that salt." Jo spat at it.
Once outside of the sewer entrance, Jo stared into the opening. She jumped a bit when Sam's voice interrupted her train of thought. "So, this job as glamorous as you thought it would be?"
Jo sneered at his joke. "Well, Except for all the piss your pants terror, yeah." Sam laughed at her snappy come back.
"But that Theresa girl is gonna have a life because of us. It's worth it isn't it?" She looked over to find him nodding in agreement with her. "So, what if somebody finds that sewer or like a storm comes and washes the salt away?"
"Both very fine points, which is why we're waiting here." Sam said just before a backup alarm was heard behind them. They turned to see a cement truck coming towards them. Sam guiding it back letting out a, "Ho!" As it reached the right spot. Dean hopped out of the driver's seat coming around to join them. He helped Sam lower the cement shoot into place.
Jo was staring in disbelief. "You ripped off a cement truck?" She asked with a laugh.
He gave her his playboy grin. "I'll give it back." Adding a wink before moving to flip the pour switch. The three of them watching the gray goop fill the sewer entrance. "Well, that should keep him down there till hell freezes over," Dean said with a smile.
Jo woke that night to the sound of a loud thud in the living room followed by silence. She smirked to herself. Dean must have fallen off the couch again. She rolled over onto her side before snuggling into her pillow. Just as she began to drift back to sleep she heard a low groan coming from the other room followed by a whine.
Clad only in soft pink lace panties she sprang from the bed in deft silence. Pulling her silk robe over her naked torso she slipped a knot in the tie before gripping her knife firmly. Perhaps somehow the ghost had escaped and was now after the brothers. She crept to the bedroom door with all the stealth of a feline, prying it open no more than an inch to peer into the room. Her eyes scanning the darkened moonlit area until she caught movement coming from the floor.
The recliner had toppled over onto its back, most likely the source of the thud. Her eyes widened once her brain caught up with what she was seeing. Her muscles went weak with shock causing the knife in her hand to fall hitting the thick bedroom carpet with an almost nonexistent thump. Sam was on the ground, seemingly he'd been in the recliner when it tipped over. Sam's arms were folded before him. His face buried in the crock of his bent elbow. His chest dipped down so low that it was brushing the cold hardwood under him. His back and hips arched, ass up, knees widespread were resting on the edge of the recliners headrest.
And there behind Sam was Dean. Thrusting into Sam with harsh snaps of his hips. She covered her mouth to muffle her gasp. Not that they would have noticed anyway. "Fuck De, harder. Oh god, feels so good." Sam's pleas were a quiet whimper.
"Shh. Baby boy I can't. We already flipped the chair over. What if Jo wakes up?" Dean's voice was all gravel from the restraint.
Sam's head tilted to the side. His stormy hazel eyes meeting mossy green from over his shoulder. "I want you to fucking ruin me, Dean."
Dean always gave Sam what he asked for. Sam's head snapped back around as Dean thrust deep into Sam, causing the younger man to bite himself in an attempt to quiet his cries of pleasure. Jo could feel her knees shake. The soft fabric of her panties soaking through at the crotch. She couldn't help herself. Dean was so hot.
The way the sweat was beading across the skin of his forehead. His broad shoulders flexing as he leaned over Sam's body to slide his tongue up between Sam's shoulder blades before leaning in for a sloppy wet kiss. How he raked his teeth over his bottom lip as he leaned back up. Slapping Sam's ass cheek before squeezing the plump twin globes in his fists with a husky moan. His mouth hanging open with a cocky smirk as Sam gasped out loud. "Fuck De, just like that."
Jo was barely aware of her hand sliding down her body until it was inside her panties. Flushing a deep red she gasped in shock. Her hand jerking back down to her side. What was she doing? How could she be so infatuated with this man that she could be turned on by him fucking another man? Not to mention that said man was his brother. She shook her head, brushing the thoughts away. The sounds of Sam's muffled moans growing louder as he came brought her attention back to the Winchester's. "That's it, Sammy. Cum on big brother's cock." Dean's words caused her to gasp again. This time out loud. Her eyes darted up.
Dean was staring dead at her. His cocky open mouthed smirk gone. His lips drawn into a thin line. His eyes a deep emerald sea of sadness. He'd stopped his movement. Swaying slightly from the force of Sam's body convulsing against him. Their eyes locked together for mere seconds that seemed a lifetime until Sam started to glance at Dean over his shoulder. "What's wrong De?"
Dean's eyes tore away so fast she was sure he'd get whiplash. "Nothin baby boy, come 'ere." Dean purred as he pulled out of Sam to flip him over onto his back, lifting Sam's legs over his shoulders before burying himself back inside. Leaning down to claim Sam's mouth with his tongue. His eyes drifting up to hers again with an unspoken plea of 'go' before all attention was back on his little brother. Dean's skilled tongue swiping down the length of Sam's jawline as his thrusts picked up the pace. She knew he'd flipped Sam so he was no longer facing her to spare her the embarrassment of him seeing her as well.
Jo silently closed the door. Pressing her back against it she slid to the floor. She couldn't move no matter how much she wanted to. She had been so wrong about them and she hated it. Dean wasn't hurting Sam at all. Sam's begging voice pleading to be ruined. What does that even mean? And Dean? Well, she knew now he was an excellent lover. Focused on Sam's every need. Attentive to every sound, adjusting his actions accordingly at the slightest sign of actually hurting Sam.
But above all else the way he worshiped Sam. Licking, kissing or sucking some place on Sam's body while he fucked him. Unable to allow his hands to stay still for long. His fingertips roaming the miles of soft skin under them as if every inch were being etched into his memory. Until he'd grip the soft flesh under his hands hard. Doubling over Sam's body with feral groans as he drew closer to the end. Lamenting as if in devout prayer. More than anything she wished for him to love her that way. Words could not describe the pain she felt knowing that he never would.
She was helpless, unable to allow herself to block it all out as she listened to Dean bring Sam to the edge over and over again. His mewls and moans growing to whines and cries each time he'd orgasm. She remained empty and unmoving. Staring blankly off into the darkness until the sound of Dean's voice was heard. "Fuck, Sammy!" The sound of skin smacking together grew louder, faster for a while. Dean growled a dark guttural sound then there was quiet. The only sounds were crickets chirping and soft wet lips brushing against each other. Jo was shaking. Bringing her knees up to her chest she wept in silence.
It was late when she woke up, that she knew. Where was she? Well, that was a different story. A warm firmness pressed against her cheek. The feeling was pleasant. She felt weightless. Like strong arms were carrying her. Jo's eyes shot open. The deep bass voice that spoke quietly in the darkness of the room was comforting as her eyes adjusted.
"Don't scream. It's me." Dean laid her gently down on the big fluffy bed. He pulled the blankets over her tiny frame before lowering himself to sit at the foot of the bed. An awkward moment passed as they sat in silence. Neither looking at the other. "You were never supposed to see..."
She sat up straight, clutching her robe closed. "Forget it."
Again they sat in an awkward silence for what seemed like far too long. When Dean finally broke the silence he couldn't look at her. His face turned away. Eyes staring at the full moon looming in through the window. "If we lived in a normal world," He paused. Sighing loudly as his hand ran down his face before resting on her blanket covered ankle. "In a normal world, I think I could love you, Jo."
Her eyes drifted up to his face. Seeing the honesty in his words. "In a life where evil shit only existed in movies...maybe I could see you as more than a little sister." He let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head as if dismissing his thoughts. She reached out placing her small hand over his much larger one that rested on her ankle.
"Dean." His gaze slowly drifted from burning a hole in the wall to meet her own. Deep emerald orbs full of sadness and guilt. "It's ok. Sam is very lucky to be loved so much."
"Jo you need to come with us." She broke eye contact but he pushed on. "Let me take you to Bobby's. Your mom loves you and she's worried about you. Plus, Bobby makes the best fucking pancakes you'll ever have." He smiled warmly when she met his eyes once again. They laughed together.
She folded her arms across her chest. Sticking her lip out in a fake pout. "Fine, but only for the pancakes."
He pulled his hand out from under hers before reaching out to ruffle the messy blond hair atop her head. "Get some sleep. It's a long drive back to Sioux Falls." He pulled the blankets up over her slender frame as she laid back to gently rest her head on the pillow.
"Dean...stay with me until I fall asleep?" She didn't know for sure why she asked. His stare was impossible to read as he hesitated. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Sorry. But I have another pretty lady to speak to tonight. Stay here. Get some rest." He stood up quickly, moving towards the door.
"Wait. What?" She started to sit back up. Her actions halting when he stiffened. His posture turning from comforting to something dangerous.
"It's better if you don't know. You'll find out soon enough anyway." His voice was sad. As if all the light had been drained from within him. Leaving behind something broken from emptiness. He slipped out the door. Once again leaving her in dark silence.
A few minutes later Dean was rummaging through Baby's trunk in the apartment complex parking lot. Seemingly finding what he was looking for he closed her trunk before laying a large leather satchel down to begin pulling from within it a stick of chalk, a large copper colored bowl, a sandwich bag filled with herbs and yarrow flowers. As well as two small corked bottles of milk from a black cow and his own blood.
He drew a pentagram surrounded by symbols on the pavement behind him. Adding the ingredients to the bowl before rising back to his feet. He dug a matchbook from his jeans pocket, striking it, then tossing it into the bowl. The mixture burst into flame as he uttered an incantation. "Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae." The flames sparked out before dying. All the night time sounds going with it. He leaned against Baby's trunk, waiting.
"You know, cell phones are a thing." Regina said as she leaned against him, laying on the truck so their backs were pressed together. Shoulder to shoulder with him. "Nice touch adding your own blood to make sure it was me you summoned. And they say you're all beauty and no brains. So what brings you from Samuel's arms to visit little old me this time Dean?" She spun around so she was sitting next to him, her wavy dark hair fluttering in the night wind.
"Has Sam summoned you before?" His voice was dark and dangerous. He moved to stand in front of her, face to face.
"He has." He was almost taken back by her blunt honesty. But then again this was Regina. She liked to play games, as all demons do. Except with Dean, bound to him by some twisted sense of shared life tragedy.
"Why?" It was more of a demand than a question. She eyed him cautiously. Dean hadn't had this type of body language around her since the night he'd made his deal. He was looking at her the way a hunter should when facing a demon.
"He called me to ask for more of my blood. Which, I gave him." She slid off the trunk, moving to place some distance between them. Failing when he gripped her by the arm, slamming her back against the trunk.
"Why would he need more blood?" Dean barked at her. Holding her in place with a harsh grip. The street light caused something in his hand to shimmer. He was turning the demon blade in his clenched fist.
"Dean, darling you're making me nervous. I'll never lie to you. Just let go of me and I'll tell you everything you want to know." She placed a hand over his that held the blade. Her brown eyes searching his for some form of trust but finding none. His grip only tightening.
"What did you do to my brother?" His voice was laced with rage.
"He promised he would tell you." She shifted uneasily on her stilettos. "He summoned me outside the home of Bobby Singer. Pleaded with me to give him more blood. Said he was worried it wasn't working fast enough. That he'd lost control and drank the whole bottle."
Dean was shaking with rage. It threatened to boil over at any moment. She hesitated, watching his movements carefully before continuing. "He . . . wasn't himself. The blood made him strong. I cautioned him once more not to let the urge to binge win. To curb the cravings with more pleasurable activities. He needs your help, Dean. All he kept saying was he was running out of time."
Dean's hand was fidgeting the blade. She knew any moment his own inner demons would best him just as Sam's had. "And you gave him more?"
"I did. But I followed your rules. I filled the canteen. I'll never let him feed directly from me. No matter how much he begs." She had said the wrong thing. Dean flew into swift motion. Luckily, she caught his hand in her free arm just before he drove the demon blade into her heart. She had thought she could easily take him. Use her power to snap her fingers, disappear before he lost his cool.
Her hands were shaking as she pushed against his attempts to plunge the blade downward. Feeling the razor-sharp tip of it snag the fine silk of her blouse. He pushed her harder into Baby's trunk, fisting the hair at the back of her head and pulling to hold her down. She kicked and screamed from beneath him. Fear beginning to set in. She'd seen him murder her a million times before in the future. Would today really be her last?
"Dean, please! I'm your ally. If you kill me Sam will fail. You can't go to hell Dean!" He let out a monstrous grunt, forcing the blade down further. She fought for her life. Kicking his legs in an attempt to throw him off her. She screamed his name when she felt the tip of the blade break the skin of her breast. "DEAN!" Her blood red eyes glowing in the moonlight. His mossy green alive with light. Burning into what was once her soul watching her fear. She almost began to weep as the corner of his mouth began to rise into a wicked smirk.
He was overpowering her. He'd win soon and she would be no more. She guessed there were worse ways to go than at the hands of such a beautiful hunter. She attempted once more to reason with him before she would accept her fate. "Dean, if you kill me everyone you love will die by your hand!" Her words must have snapped him out of it because in a flash he was off of her. The sound of the blade bouncing as it hit the ground. The ting-ting of metal meeting pavement. The two of them breathing heavily in unison.
She sat up gracefully. Fanning out her pencil skirt as she cleared her throat. "If Sam summons you again don't fucking show up. You answer to me! Understand!" His voice was calmer now. "If you ever meet with my brother behind my back again I'll fucking kill you. And I won't even think twice about it."
She hopped down off of Baby's trunk. "Fine. You're already a fucking monster. Enjoy your last six months Winchester. I'd hate to meet what becomes of you if we fail. " She snapped her fingers, vanishing into the night. Leaving him alone in the darkness.