GEORGIE IS shaking while Dean is seated at a table, gripping the edge with his right hand as Jo digs the bullet out of his left shoulder.
They've both changed into dry clothes and he's groaning loudly. Georgie would be helping Dean herself, but she's still recovering from their underwater excursion.
"Don't be a baby!" Jo snaps.
"God!"
"Almost. Alright, got it. Got it!"
She drops the bullet in a glass of clear alcohol while Dean takes a few healthy swigs of whiskey.
"God, you're a butcher," he tells her, glancing over at Georgie.
He had stayed conscious long enough to drag them both to the bottom of a ramp, trying to get her out of the water as quickly as possible. That's where Jo found them, both unconscious.
"You're welcome," Jo replies sarcastically, noticing the way he's eyeing Georgie.
She can't get Sam's words from earlier out of her head.
"Alright, are we done?"
"Would you give me two minutes to patch you up? You can't help Sam if you're bleeding to death."
He takes another swig of whiskey while she layers tape and gauze over the wound.
"So how did you know?" she queries. "That he was possessed?"
"We didn't," Georgie pipes up softly. "We just knew it couldn't have been him."
Jo looks over at her, swallowing hard. She certainly doesn't blame Dean for choosing Georgie over her. The natural brunette is pretty, and she's ten times the hunter Jo could ever dream of being.
"Hey, Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I know demons lie, but... do they ever tell the truth, too?"
There's a beat of silence and then Dean nods.
"Uh, um, yeah, sometimes, I guess. Especially if they know it'll mess with your head," he takes another swig. "Why do you ask?"
Jo shrugs, eyeing Georgie again.
"Nothing. Doesn't matter. So do you have any idea where he's headed to next?"
"Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so... closest one I know lives in South Dakota."
Bobby Singer.
"Okay good, I'm done. Let's go."
"Yeah," Dean and Georgie stand in unison. "You're not coming."
"The hell I'm not. I'm a part of this now."
"I can't say it more plain than this. You try and follow us and I'll tie you right back to that post and leave you here. This is Georgina and my fight. I'm not getting another person's blood on my hands. That's just how it's gonna be."
"Wait."
They turn back, and she holds out a bottle of prescription pills.
"Here. Take these, they'll help with the pain."
Georgie takes them from her, and then they're heading out the door with a promise to call her.
"No, you won't," she mutters to herself once they're gone.
⩫GMS⩫
Georgie is white knuckling the steering wheel while Dean sits in the passenger seat trying to call Bobby. Elsewhere, a phone rings several times until Sam cuts the phone line leading into the house.
"Dammit," Dean swears, looking down at his phone.
Georgie presses down harder on the gas pedal. When they get to Bobby's there's a familiar truck parked outside.
"Shit."
Dean gets out of the car and heads up to the door, but she remains frozen behind the wheel, staring at the truck. It's only when the door opens and Bobby is standing in the doorway that she gets the nerve to climb out and walk slowly in that direction. Dean follows Bobby into the house, but before she can even step over the threshold, Benjamin Stevens steps forward to block her path.
"Georgina."
"Sir, please."
"The hell were you thinking?"
"I just wanted-"
"Did I give you permission to speak?!"
She flinches back, and inside the house Dean looks over at Ben's back before sharing a look with Bobby. Sam's tied up unconscious in a chair with a devil's trap drawn on the ceiling over his head.
"I have told you time and time again that you cannot afford to have distractions. You have one job, and if you're running around with those damn Winchester boys you aren't doing it."
Her breathing is deep and shaky and her jaw is clenched to keep her lips from quivering, her fists clenched at her sides as she fights to keep the tears at bay. It's almost reminiscent of how she was in Cornwall, but Dean can tell she's a little closer to snapping this time.
"Give me your keys."
"But-"
"Give. Me. Your. Keys."
Slowly, she reaches into her pocket and takes them out, dropping them into his waiting palm.
"Get in the truck."
"But sir-"
"Now."
Swallowing hard, Georgie pivots on her heel, heading back down the steps and trudging over to her father's truck. He waits until she's in the passenger seat to make his next move. First, he turns back and stalks over to Dean.
"If you ever try to contact my daughter again, I will hunt you down and kill you myself. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir."
With a final glare, and then a look at Bobby, Ben stomps out of the house, slamming the front door behind him. He pauses outside, looking over at his daughter still seated in the truck, then at her car that she just gave him the keys to. It's not too hard to find a spare crowbar laying around; Bobby's scrap yard is littered with old tools. Georgie looks up from her lap and out the window just in time to see him smash the back window.
"No!"
She jumps out of the car, running over to him as he smashes the other windows.
"No, stop!"
Ben ignores her, smashing out the tail lights next. His daughter grabs his arm, trying to stop him from taking another swing.
He backhands her across the face.
She goes sprawling to the ground, watching helplessly as he continues to wreck her Baby. When he's finally satisfied, the crowbar is dropped on the ground.
"Get back in the truck, Georgina."
She doesn't move, tears streaming down her face as she stares at her car.
"I said get back in the truck now, girl."
Slowly, she gets up on shaky legs, but still makes no move toward the other vehicle. Growling, Ben grabs her roughly by the arm and drags her over to his truck, practically throwing her into the passenger seat. Once they're driving on the highway, both her keys and phone are chucked out his window.
⩫GMS⩫
Georgina is a lot more compliant over the next several weeks. Ben has her doing most of the work on cases from research to being bait to having to take the lead on killing the sons of bitches they hunt. It's gotten to the point where she has so many scrapes, claw marks and bruises, that getting a few more each night before bed doesn't make much of a difference.
Nobody ever calls the cops or worries about her, because Ben makes sure she doesn't interact with anybody but him and he always hangs the do not disturb sign on their door. A week after they left Bobby's she asks if she's going to get a new phone.
"You want a new phone?!"
She yelps as he slaps her across the face, on the same cheek that's still bruised from having him backhand her a week ago.
"So you can call those damn Winchesters and have them come save you?! You have a responsibility, girl! You're only focus should be on finding that blasted demon that killed your family or killing whatever evil son of a bitch the case we're working on is! Do you understand?!"
"Y-yes sir."
He searches her bags nightly, making sure she hasn't somehow found a way to get her hands on a burner. She gets handcuffed to her bed every night and he doesn't allow her to have a lockpick or wear bobby pins so she can't sneak out while he's asleep and use a payphone.
And then she has a dream about Sam.