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Sam is scrolling down a very long list of names on his laptop. Isabeau sits next to him on one side with Jo leaning over her shoulder and Dean leans over on the other side of Sam. "A hundred fifty seven names?" Sam asks.
Isabeau shakes her head, "We've gotta narrow that down."
"Yeah." Sam agrees.
"Or else we're gonna be digging up a hell of a lot of stiffs." Dean adds in.
Sam scrolls down to the name 'Herman Webster Mudgett' and clicks on it, frowning, "Herman Webster Mudgett?"
Jo nods, "Yeah?"
Sam looks up at Dean, "Wasn't that H. H. Holmes' real name?"
"You've gotta be kiddin' me." Dean says in disbelief.
Dean clicks on the computer, "Yep. Holmes was executed at Moyamensing, May 7, 1896."
Sam smiles, "H. H. Holmes himself. Come on, I mean, what are the odds?" Isabeau shakes her head at Sam, knowing about his fascination with serial killers. It was a strange thing to be into, but she found it adorable every time his face would light up when he talked about them.
"Who is this guy?" Jo asks.
"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." Dean explains.
Sam nods, "Yeah, he confessed to twenty seven murders, but some put the death toll at over a hundred."
"And his victim flavor of choice? Pretty petite blondes. He, uh, he used chloroform to kill 'em." Isabeau pauses, "Which is what I smelled in the hallway last night. At his place, cops found human remains, bone fragments, and long locks of bloody blonde hair."
She turns to Jo, "Boy, you sure know how to pick 'em."
Jo shakes her head, "Well, we just find the bones, salt 'em and burn 'em, right?"
"Well, it's not that easy. His body is buried in town, but it's encased in a couple tons of concrete." Sam says.
"What? Why?"
"The story goes that he didn't want anybody mutilating his corpse. 'Cause, you know, that's what he used to do." Dean says.
Isabeau crosses her arms, "You know somethin'. We might have an even bigger problem than that."
"How does this get bigger?" Jo asks.
Isabeau nudges Sam to explain. Sam points to a couple of photos, "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."
Jo nods, "So Teresa could still be alive. She could be inside these walls."
Isabeau unfolds her arms, "We need sledgehammers, crowbars. We've got to smash these walls, anywhere thick enough to hide a girl."
Isabeau and Jo are squeezing through crawl-spaces inside the building walls. Jo is on the phone, "Okay. Call us after you check the southeast wall."
She hangs up, "Sam and Dean are almost done with the first floor. Hasn't found jack squat either. They're gonna head up here when they're done."
Isabeau stops, and so does Jo, "What is it?"
Isabeau hums, calculating for a few seconds, "Nothing, thought it was too narrow, but I think we can get through. Come on."
The two continue forward, Isabeau first with Jo taking up the back. Isabeau's phone rings and she picks it up, "Where are you?" Dean's voice comes through the line. Isabeau only guessed that him and Sam finished up and are wondering where they are.
"On the north wall." Isabeau answers, finding an air duct and starts climbing down it, Jo follows.
"We're heading down some kind of air duct." Isabeau tells him.
"No, no, no, no, stay up here." Sam says through the phone. His words confirmed her suspicions that they were on the same floor as them, waiting.
Isabeau shares a look with Jo, who could hear the conversation, "Look, we've gotta find this girl, don't we? We're okay."
Dean studies the blueprints in his hand with Sam, "All right. We're heading to you."
Isabeau and Jo come out into a similar space on a lower level and press on. Goo starts pouring out from the wall cracks. "Oh god." Jo exclaims. Isabeau's eyes widen, "Shit."
Dean and Sam stop in the hallway at Isabeau's word, "What is it? Beau? Beau!" Dean asks.
They hear Jo and Isabeau screams echo through the phone and in the hallway. Dean and Sam share a look before running down to the lower level, trying to hear where they are.
"Isabeau!" Sam and Dean call out.
Sam steps back as Dean takes the sledgehammer he's carrying and smashes a large hole in the wall. The brothers poke their heads in and find where Jo and Isabeau were, Isabeau's cell phone is lying on the floor.
Both of them are gone.
Dean and Sam rushes back up the hallway, "We shouldn't have left them alone. Dammit!" Dean yells.
Sam takes a breath, trying to calm himself and Dean, "Hey, hey, look, we'll find them, all right?"
"Where?" Dean jabs.
"Inside the walls."
"We've been inside the walls all night. None of the other girls were there, they won't be either." Dean shouts.
"Guys!"
Sam and Dean turn and each of them sigh in relief, "Isabeau."
Isabeau jogs up to them, "Hey. I got out of there before that creep could grab me."
Dean pulls her in for a quick hug and Sam does the same, "How'd you get away?" Sam asks.
Isabeau wiggles her fingers, "Touched whatever electrical wiring was in the walls and traveled through them. I couldn't grab Jo, plus I don't know if I can travel with other people while being an element."
She shakes her head, "Come on, we need to find Jo."
They enter their apartment and Dean closes the door. Sam and Isabeau walk over to their research, "Look. We've just gotta take a beat and think about this. Maybe we got Holmes' M.O. wrong."
"Yeah, well, we'd better friggin' think fast." Dean's cell phone rings again and he answers it, "Yeah."
"You lied to me. She's there." Ellen says on the other line.
"Ellen." Dean turns to Sam and Isabeau in surprise.
"No. Ash told me everything. Man's a genius, but he folds like a cheap suit. Now you put my damn daughter on the phone." Ellen demands.
"She's gonna have to call you back, she's taking care of, uh, feminine business." Dean shakes his head.
"Yeah, right. Where is she?" Dean doesn't answer and Ellen gets agitated, "Where is she?!" Ellen shouts.
"Look, we'll get her back." Dean says.
"Get her back? Back from what?
"The spirit we're hunting, it took her."
Ellen gasps, "Oh my god."
"She'll be okay, I promise." Dean says.
"You promise? That is not the first time I've heard that from a Winchester."
Dean furrows his brow, "What?"
"If anything happens to her…" Ellen trails off.
"It won't. I won't let it. Ellen, I'm sorry, I really am." Dean apologizes.
"I'm taking the first flight out. I'll be there in a few hours." Ellen hangs up.
"Damnit!" Dean shouts, walking over to Sam and Isabeau.
Isabeau shakes her head, "Don't beat yourself up, Dean. There's nothing you could have done. If anything I'm the one to blame, I didn't protect her."
Dean stares at her and rubs his face, "Tell me you've got something."
Sam sighs, "Uh, maybe. Look. You look at the layout of the Holmes murder castle, there's all the torture chambers inside the walls, right?"
Dean nods, "Right."
"But there's one we haven't considered yet. The one in this basement." Sam says.
"This building doesn't have a basement." Dean points out.
Isabeau holds up a finger, "You're right, it doesn't. But, I just noticed this. Beneath the foundation, it looks like part of an old sewer system that hasn't been used for-"
"Let's go." Dean interrupts her, grabbing his jacket. Sam and Isabeau glance at each other before following.
Sam and Dean, with a metal detector and a shovel, respectively, and Isabeau's eyes faintly glowing violet, search the streets of Philadelphia.
They follow the trail into an open field until Sam stops over one spot, the metal detector whining, "Here."
Dean drops his bag and starts digging furiously. After some shovel work, they dig with their hands to uncover a metal trap door, which they pull open.
Dean hands Sam and Isabeau each a shotgun and takes one, and a flashlight. Isabeau's eyes flash a fiery orange as she descends first, Sam and Dean following.
Dean and Sam crawl along on elbows and knees through the narrow sewer tunnels. Isabeau is ahead of them, but has turned into a ball of fire, floating along and leading the way.
Jo lies very still in the sewer prison, listening.
"Is he gone?" Teresa asks across from her in another cell.
Jo shakes her head, "I don't know. I…"
Holmes grabs Jo by the arm again, pulling her back, knocking her knife from her hand, and clamps a hand down over her mouth, "Shhh."
Jo struggles, trying to scream but gagged by Holmes' hand.
"Hey!" Dean fires his gun into Holmes' chest, sending him flying backwards and out of sight.
Isabeau seeps through the holes of the sewer grate and in a burst of flames, reforms into her body, "Jo?!"
"I'm here!" Jo calls out as Dean and Sam walk into the sewer prison as well.
Isabeau finds an iron bar leaning against a wall and starts to pry open Jo's prison with it. Sam and Dean investigate the other compartments. One contains gruesome body parts and Sam finds Teresa, "We're gonna get you out of here, all right?"
"Sam!" Isabeau the bar to Sam. She turns back to Jo, "Hang on."
She opens the compartment to let Jo out and Dean comes over to help, "You all right?"
Jo crawls out of the compartment, "Been better. Let's get the hell out of here before he comes back."
Isabeau blinks, her eyes going back to their original blue, "Actually, I don't think you're leaving here just yet."
"What?" Jo asks.
Isabeau winces as Dean places a hand on her shoulder, "Remember when you said you wanted to be bait? Now it's kind of the only plan we got."
She turns to Sam, who has an armful of terrified Teresa and he shrugs.
Jo is sitting alone, silently, in the middle of the chamber. She has her arms wrapped around her knees and is trembling, but breathing deeply and steadily.
Holmes appears behind her and he walks forward. When he gets very close, Dean shouts, "Now!"
Jo dives forwards as Sam and Dean fire at something on the walls; several bags unroll and spill salt in a perfect circle around Holmes, trapping him.
Isabeau steps into the circle to push Jo to safety as Holmes tries to reach out to attack Isabeau. Isabeau's eyes widen as he comes closer. "Beau!" Dean calls out.
Before Holmes could even get near her, Isabeau gasps as she feels something wiggle from underneath her shirt. Her eyes widen even more, if that was even possible, as a black mamba snake partially lunges out from under her shirt and hisses threateningly at Holmes.
The four stare in shock as Holmes backs away from the sudden appearance at the snake. Isabeau lifts up her shirt; half of the snake was still a tattoo on her torso as the other half is currently hissing at Holmes.
Isabeau backs up to the others, stepping over the circle to be safe and the snake sinks its way back into Isabeau's skin, turning back into a tattoo.
Holmes turns in circles, gibbering and screaming in terror. Isabeau clenches her teeth, "Scream all you want, you dick, but there's no way you're stepping over that salt."
The grate slams shut, sealing off the room.
Jo, Isabeau and Sam are standing at the entrance to the sewers, looking down.
Sam stands next to Isabeau, holding her close to him, "So? This job as glamorous as you thought it would be?" He asks Jo.
"Well, except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah. Sure." Jo says and Sam and Isabeau chuckle. "But that Teresa girl's gonna live a life because of us. It's worth it, isn't it?" Jo asks.
Sam nods, "Yeah. Yeah it is."
Jo looks back down, "Hey, what if somebody finds that sewer down there, or a storm washes the salt away?"
Isabeau smiles, "Both very fine points. Which is why we're waiting here."
"For what?" Jo asks her.
The loud beeping of Large Truck backing up is heard. Sam smiles and looks over his shoulder; a cement mixer is backing into the field, stopping just over the sewer entrance and Dean is driving.
"For that." She says as Sam waves at Dean to stop the truck, "Whoa!"
Dean gets out of the cab; he and Sam set up the cement mixer right over the entrance.
"You ripped off a cement truck?" Jo asks.
"I'll give it back." Dean says with a smile.
Isabeau snaps her fingers, "Damn. And I was hoping we could keep it." She jokes.
Jo gives her an amused look, "Why would you want a cement truck?"
Isabeau shrugs innocently, "Why not? Just to have one." She smiles.
All of them watch the cement pour on down with smiles. "Well, that oughta keep him down there till hell freezes over." Dean says.
Isabeau frowns, lifting up her shirt, tracing the tattoo of the black mamba snake on her torso, "Gonna have to call Uncle C and thank him."
All of them look at her tattoo. "Seriously, that was pretty awesome." Dean comments with a smile on what happened in the sewers previously.
Sam chuckles, "It looks like it was protecting you. I guess it's some sort of defense thing for you whenever you're in danger, it comes out to help."
Isabeau scoffs, pulling down her shirt, "If that were the case then why didn't it protect me from Gordon?" Isabeau huffs, "I'll have to ask Uncle C how to control it."
"It was cool though." Jo adds in.
Isabeau nods, "You kidding? I have a living snake tattooed onto my skin, I think that's the most badass thing ever!"
The impala zooms quietly down a dark road. Dean is driving, and Jo is in the seat behind him. Dean glances nervously to his right and Jo's eyes flicker to Isabeau who is sitting in between her and Sam.
Sam himself is looking straight ahead at Ellen, who stares at the road with a set jaw. Dean glances at her again before he speaks, "Boy, you, you really weren't kidding about flying out, were you?"
Ellen gives no reaction whatsoever and the three in the back exchange a look.
"How about we listen to some music?" Dean flicks the radio on.
You're as cold as ice...
Ellen reaches forward and flicks the radio off. The three in the back exchange another look, and Dean glances back as if for assistance. He sighs, "This is gonna be a long drive."
Ellen storms into the roadhouse, dragging Jo by the elbow. Dean, Isabeau and Sam follow.
"Ellen…" Dean starts and Ellen and Jo turn to him. "This is my fault. Okay? I lied to you and I'm sorry. But Jo did good out there, I think her dad would be proud."
"Don't you dare say that. Not you." Ellen warns, "I need a moment with my daughter. Alone."
Sam, Isabeau and Dean go outside.
"You're angry. I understand." Jo says.
"Angry? Angry doesn't begin to touch it." Ellen tells her.
"Let's just think about this. Everything's okay, I'm alive…" Joy tries to calm her mother down.
Ellen points at her, "Not after I'm through with you."
Jo sets her bags down, "Is this about me hunting, or something else?"
"You let those boys use you as bait!" Ellen says.
Jo took notice that Ellen didn't mention Isabeau in her statement, "They were right there, backing me up the whole time."
"That is why you do not have the sense to do this job, you're trusting your life to them."
Jo shakes her head, "What are you talking about?"
"Like father, like sons, that is what I'm talking about." Ellen's voice breaks.
Jo stares at her mother, "John? I thought you and John were friends."
Ellen nods, "Yeah, we were, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"
"Mom? What aren't you telling me? And why aren't you including Isabeau?" Jo asks.
Sam, Isabeau and Dean are leaning on the impala as Jo comes storming out. She glares at Dean and keeps stalking, so he follows, "That bad, huh?"
"Not right now." Jo tells him.
"What happened? Hey, talk to me." Dean reaches out to her.
"Get off me!" Jo pushes him away.
"Sorry. See you around." He turns to leave.
"Dean." Jo stops him and walks up to him, "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."
Dean shakes his head, "What does this have to do with—"
"It was your father, Dean." Jo interrupts.
"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 explains.
"Jo."
"Just... just get out of here. Please, just leave." Jo pauses, "And tell Isabeau to go talk to my mother. There's something she needs to know… I'll call her later." And with that, Jo walks away.
Isabeau stares at Ellen in shock inside the roadhouse, "What?" She asks breathlessly.
Ellen bites her lip, walking up to Isabeau, placing her hands on her shoulders, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Your parents asked to keep it hush and I had to respect their wishes."
Isabeau pulls away, running her fingers through her hair, "Why…" Isabeau huffs, "If that's the case, is that why you weren't around?"
"Yes, your parents wanted to keep any connections to you discreet. Though, don't ask me why because I have no clue." Ellen explains.
Isabeau groans, rubbing her face, "And to think my life couldn't get any weirder. First gaining new powers, then this demon being after me and now this?"
Ellen perks up, "You never told me the demon was after you. I thought it was just Sam and others like him."
Isabeau shakes her head, "No, for some odd reason this demon has his eye on me. He kept on saying all this cryptic shit to me." She shakes her head, "Though there's one that really confuses me."
"What, hon?"
Isabeau sighs, "He said, 'He's waiting patiently in his golden cage for his princess. He misses you.' That and some other stuff about things being locked away in my head."
Isabeau chuckles bitterly, "I mean, what if there's a part of my life that was removed from my memories? I'm… I'm starting to remember things that I don't even remember happening. Something always triggers it; a word, an action… anything."
Ellen sighs, "We'll figure it out, hon. Have you told… Sam and Dean?" She asks.
Isabeau nods, "Yeah, though we haven't really talked about it. You know? Mostly focusing on finding others like Sam to stop whatever the demon is planning."
Ellen nods, "Well, you know that you can always call me if you need me."
Isabeau smiles weakly at her, nodding, "I know. I mean, I need to call more anyways, now that I know you're my godmother."
Ellen smiles softly, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
"It's fine, Ellen, really. Though it is something I need to talk about with my parents." Isabeau says.
Isabeau huffs, starting to walk out, "Well, I guess I'll see you around… godmother."
Ellen is Isabeau's godmother! Surprise! I'll just drop that there and run away to write the next episode. Gonna be a little interesting with Jo having a bit of a crush on Isabeau. Isabeau does have a godfather and that will be revealed later on. Hint: We have already met him. Also, Isabeau's family isn't religious, the whole terms of godmother and godfather aren't in the religious aspects but in the ones of 'If something were to happen to Isabeau's parents, they would look after her.'
Feedback is my motivation.
Hope you all enjoyed!