A/n: Here's another chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Just my OC.
Chapter 11: Abandon all Hope…
Jo and I were both dressed in black evening dresses. We walked up to the tall mansion and pressed the button on the intercom.
"Hello?" the man asked through the intercom.
"Hello. My car broke down. And my friend and I need some help," Jo said, hugging herself. I did the same and looked around searching.
"I'll be down in a minute," the man said. The gate opened and two men came out towards us.
"Evening pretty ladies. Get yourselves on in here," One said.
"I just need to make a call," Jo said.
"You don't need to call anyone, baby," the man said to her. I glared at him.
"We're the only help you're ever gonna need."
"You know what? Let's wait by my car," Jo told me and I nodded in agreement.
"We said, get your asses in here," he said demandingly. He put a hand on Jo's shoulder and his eyes turned black. She spun around and yanked his arm off. I smacked my attacker's nose and as he cried out Sam stabbed him with a demon-killing knife in the back. He fell to the ground and I smiled happily.
"Nice work, guys," Dean said, walking towards them.
"Thanks," We said in sync. Dean handed Jo a bag. She pulled out the cutters.
"Okay, shall we?" Jo asked.
~*Supernatural*~
I was finally out of that black dress and in a pair of jeans, a plaid purple shirt and a nice pair of brown boots. Beside me was a cocoa-cola, as I didn't drink. Castiel and I shared the same bit of distaste for it but he was dared by Ellen and Jo to drink five shot glasses. And that's what he was doing right now. I'd never met an angel before so this was exciting.
"All right, big boy," Ellen said.
"Well," Castiel began.
Castiel drained all five of his glasses in a row. We all watched in awe.
"I think I'm starting to feel something," Castiel said and I laughed, smiled even. Knowing that the devil was alive and we were going to kill him was a surreal thing, but having to laugh was the best medicine one could hope for. Sam and I caught glimpses of each other and I looked down, smiling a bit. Sam and Dean were in a heated conversation.
I got up and walked over towards my purse to get my chapstick. Sam walked over towards me and I leaned against the desk in Bobby's den.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he crossed his arms and leaned against the desk while I searched for my chapstick.
"Dangerous mission tomorrow," Sam said.
"Yeah," I said. "I'm really thankful for you to finally let me come along after all this time."
"You proved yourself today," Sam said.
"And a couple of other times," I said once I found it. I put it on and then tossed it back into my purse. "I'm not that bad."
"Not that bad," he agreed.
"So…" Sam began. I arched a curious brow and tilted my head to the side. I bit back a sly grin on my face and took out something else of my purse. It was birth control pills. Sam then pulled out a box of condoms.
"I got them ever since possessed Sam…" I said softly.
"Good idea," Sam said. My cheeks ran red and I'm sure they were exactly like a red cherry.
"Everybody get in here! It's time for the lineup. Usual suspects in the corner," Bobby said. Sam and I put our stuff away and walked over. I got into the front right in front of Sam so he could put his arm around me.
"Oh come on, Bobby," Ellen groaned. "Nobody wants their picture taken.
"Hear hear," Sam said.
"Shut up, you're drinking my beer," Bobby said. Castiel joined.
"Anyway, I'm gonna need something to remember your sorry asses by," Bobby said.
We're in position and we start smiling.
"Ha! Always good to have an optimist around," Ellen said.
"Bobby's right," Castiel said. "Tomorrow we hunt the devil. This is our last night on earth," Castiel said which Sam and I looked at one another, seriously. No more smiles. We looked at the camera and it flashed.
~*Supernatural*~
Ellen is driving the car with Jo in the passenger seat. Castiel and I sat in the backseat of the car. We followed Sam and Dean into town. I looked around. The place seemed completely abandoned.
"Place seem a little empty to you?" Ellen asked after Dean pulled up beside her.
"We're gonna go check out the PD. You guys stay here, see if you can find anybody," Dean said.
"Okay," Ellen said.
Dean drove off and Ellen parked. Jo and I got out of the car and we looked at Castiel in the backseat.
Jo knocked on the window. "Ever hear of a door handle?"
"Of course I have," he appeared right next to us, me nearly scared to death.
"What is it, Cas?" Ellen asked, noticing the angel is a little bit off like he was looking at something that we couldn't see. But I could feel that something was very wrong in this town.
"The town's not empty," he said. "Reapers."
"Reapers?" Ellen asked. "As in more than one?"
"They only gather like this at times of great catastrophe. Chicago Fire, San Francisco Quake, Pompeii. Excuse me. I need to find out why they're here," he said and took off.
"All right come on, let's see if anyone else is here," Ellen said and we got back into the car driving until we saw Sam and Dean.
"Station's empty," Dean said.
"So's everything else," Jo said.
"Have you seen Cas?" Ellen asked.
"What? He was with you," Sam said.
"Nope," Ellen said. "He went after the reapers."
"Reapers?" Dean asked.
"He saw reapers? Where?" Sam asked.
"Well," Jo began. "Kind of everywhere."
"So we went looking for you," I said.
Sam and Dean shared a look.
Ellen, Jo, and I got out of the car and we took our weapons with us.
We walked around, looking for any kind of life in this place.
"Well, this is great, been in town twenty minutes and already lost the angel up our sleeve," Dean said.
"You think, uh, you think Lucifer got him?" Sam asked.
"I don't know what else to think," Dean said.
"There you are," a new voice said. We all turned to face her.
"Who is she?" I asked.
"Meg," Sam said, locking and loading his gun, pointed at her.
"Shouldn't have come here, boys," Meg said.
"Hell, I could say the same thing for you," Dean said. He aimed the Colt at Meg.
"Didn't come here alone, Deano," Meg said. Something splashed in a puddle right beside her. I could hear it. The sound of growling and barking. Sam, Ellen, and Jo looked all for the noise. I pointed right beside her feet.
"Hellhounds," Dean said.
"Yeah, Dean, your favorite!" Meg said. "Come on, boys. My father wants to see you."
"I think we'll pass, thanks," Sam said.
"Your call. You can make this easy or you can make it really, really hard," Meg taunted.
Dean looked back at us. Ellen gave him the nod. I held my gun tight against me at the ready just like Sam taught me when we were shooting cans at Bobby's that one week. Ellen even taught me too and Jo. I had good teachers.
"When have you known us to ever make anything easy?" Dean asked.
Meg shook her head. Dean shifted his aim and fired at the hellhound as blood splattered all over Meg's boots.
"Run!" Sam cried. We took off. A hellhound got a hold of Dean and they wrestled each other. Jo turned and looked back at him.
"Dean!" she cried. She fired her gun at the hellhound.
"Jo, stay back!" Dean warned her but Jo kept firing at the hellhound, knocking it further back. Another got her from the side. She yelled in agony and slipped, falling off her feet.
"NO!" Ellen cried. Sam and I looked back with our guns as the hellhound shredded Jo's leg apart. She cried out in pain. Another one got to her side. Sam, Ellen and I ran toward her and Dean. We kept shooting at the hellhounds away from them. Dean scooped up Jo in his arms, running past Sam, Ellen, and I. We turned to follow. He headed for the nearest store. Ellen went ahead and opened the door while Sam and I kept shooting at the oncoming hellhounds. Dean leaned Jo against the counter as she whimpered quietly.
"Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, breathe now-" Ellen said. Sam chained the doors shut. "Okay."
"Boys, need some help here!" Ellen said. Sam motioned for me to go and help Ellen. I rolled my shotgun back and strung it against my back. I walked over as the two grabbed bags of rock salt to place around the door.
"Go, go, go," Sam said.
I knelt down beside Jo and saw that she'd lost a lot of blood already. I grabbed some rags to place over the open wound that looked really bad, bloody and gashed out. Ellen moved Jo's hand away and the boys looked at her wound as the blood spurted out, covering the rags. Rags weren't going to do much to help the wound any.
"Gonna be all right," Ellen said after she and I bandaged her up. Sam handed a bowl to Ellen.
"Thank you," Ellen said shakily, trying to be brave for her daughter. We were all trying to be brave for Jo. She had the worst of it. Sam and Dean were in the corner conversing until I came up towards them.
"Safer," Sam said. "Trapped like rats."
"Hey you heard Meg," Dean said. "Her father's here. This is our one shot, Sammy. We gotta take it, no matter what."
My hands were bloody from Jo's wound. Sam turned to me and I looked at him curiously. "What's the play here, guys?" I asked. "We can't just sit here and let Jo bleed out."
"Here we go," Dean said.
"Sam, some help here, please?" Ellen asked. "Kaylee, I need some more bandages."
"Yes, ma'am," I said, coming right over to her. I grabbed some from the top of the counter and placed it over Jo's wound.
Ellen got up and walked over to where Dean was with his little gadget, a radio he had mocked up in order to get in touch with Bobby. Ellen walked back to where Jo was as she started to whimper again.
"That's my girl, you're okay, honey," Ellen said to her. Dean and Sam are several feet away in conversation. I walked over towards them, hugging myself as I wiped off Jo's blood off of my own shaky hands.
"We gotta do something," I said, glancing back at the Harvelle's my extended family.
"Now we know where the devil's gonna be, we know when, and we have the Colt," Dean said.
"Yeah. We just have to get past eight or so hellhounds and get to the farm by midnight," Sam said.
"Yeah, and that's after we get Jo and Ellen the hell out of town."
"Won't be easy," Sam said, as I thought the same thing.
"Stretcher?" Dean asked.
"I'll see what we got," Sam said and I nodded. This was a hardware store, there was bound to be something useful.
"Me too," I added.
"Stop, guys, stop," Jo said. We stopped and turned to look at her. Ellen did too.
"Can we, uh, be realistic about this please?" Jo asked.
Dean, Sam, and I walked over towards her.
"Uh, I can't move my legs. I can't be moved," she said. "My guts are being held in by an ace bandage. We gotta, we gotta get our priorities straight here."
Sam and Dean looked at each other and I gave her a frown. "Jo-" I began but she cut me off.
"Number one, I'm not going anywhere," she said.
"Joanna Beth, you stop talking like that," Ellen said.
"Mom, I can't fight. I can't walk. But I can do something. We got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails, everything we need," she continued. I narrowed my eyes at her. No Jo…
"Everything we need?" Sam asked.
"To build a bomb, Sam," she said.
"No. Jo, no," Dean shook his head.
"You got a better plan?" she asked. "You got any other plan? Those are hellhounds out there, Dean. They've got all our scents. Those bitches will never stop coming after you. We let the dogs in, you guys hit the roof, make a break for the building next over. I can wait here with my finger on the button, rip those mutts a new one. Or at least get you a few minutes head start anyway."
"No," Ellen shook her head. "I-I won't let you."
"This is why we're here, right?" Jo asked. Ellen shook her head, she was in tears. I was almost in tears too, as my eyes watered.
"If I can get us a shot on the devil-Dean, we have to take it," she said.
"No!" Ellen cried. She looked up at Dean. "That's not-"
"Mom. This might literally be your last chancec to treat me like an adult. Might wanna take it?" Jo asked.
Jo was smiling a bit, while Ellen was sobbing. I sniffled and shook my head. Jo was like a sister to me. Ellen regained herself composure and I wiped a tear away.
"You heard her," Ellen said. "Get to work."
We grabbed the materials to assemble the bombs. Dean was stringing up thew ire to the button that Jo was going to hold. As I grabbed a bag of rock salt, Sam quickly pulled me aside and planted a kiss on the top of my head. I looked at him curiously. "What was that for?" I asked.
"For last night," he whispered in my ear. "And in case we don't see each other again." I shivered and nodded.
Night covered the entire town as we continued to make the bombs that Jo wanted us to build around the hardware store.
"Okay, this is it. I'll see you on the other side. Probably sooner than later," Dean told Jo.
"Make it later," Jo said. Dean put the button in Jo's hand and held on. Jo's eyes held tears in them. Dean kisses her once on the forehead and then on her lips, leaning in for a moment between the two of them. Ellen came back up and sat by Jo. They looked at each other.
"Mom, no," Jo said, realizing what Ellen was about to do. I looked at her horrified.
"Somebody's gotta let them in. Like you said, you're not moving. You got me, Jo. And you're right this is important. But I will not leave you here alone. Kaylee, come here my girl," Ellen said. I walked over to her. She grasped my hands tight and I smiled at her. "My second daughter. I want you to tear Lucifer's face apart you hear me? Give it all you got. Stay with the boys, they'll keep you safe. I love you."
"I love you too," I sniffled, squeezing her hand.
"Dean-" Sam said.
"Get going now, boys," Ellen said.
"Ellen-" Dean began.
"I said go," she said.
We started for the stairs.
"And Dean?" Ellen asked.
Dean glanced back behind him.
"Kick it in the ass," Ellen said. "Don't miss."
We nodded at her and Sam pushed me forward. I didn't want to see them die. They were like my family. I tried to hold my tears back as we raced up the stairs towards the roof and along the other side of the building. I could only imagine Ellen hugging her daughter tight and saying something kickass to beat those nasty hellhounds. We ran down the alleyway after it exploded in our eyes.
We ran to the bushes and a lawn where we spotted a hillside of people standing and staring, not moving.
"Guess we know what happened to some of the townspeople," Dean said.
"What are they doing?" I asked, clutching my gun tight against my shoulder.
"No idea, " Sam said. "Okay."
"Okay,"
"Okay," I said.
"Last words?" Sam asked.
"I think I'm good," Dean said.
"Yeah, me too," Sam said.
"Me three," I added.
"Here goes nothing," Dean said, raising the Colt out of his pocket. We spotted Lucifer filling a hole.
"Hey!" Sam called out with his shotgun. Lucifer turned, and dropped his shovel. I stayed behind, pointing my shotgun at the devil between the bushes while Dean slowly walked towards Lucifer, as Sam had his attention. Sam told me last night he was his vessel and that this might be a dumb idea but it was an idea to go after him and hopefully get him for good.
"Oh, Sam, you don't need that gun here. You know I'd never hurt you. Not really," Lucifer said.
"Yeah? Well, I'd hurt you," Dean said. Dean pointed the colt at Lucifer's head. "So suck it." He fired the gun and Lucifer collapsed to the ground. I popped up out of my hiding spot and lowered my gun a bit, walking over to stand beside Sam. We glanced at his corpse for a second until it inhaled and shifted, getting up.
"Owwe!" Lucifer cried as he got up off the ground.
He stood up. Sam and I looked at each other completely horrified.
"Where did you get that?" Lucifer asked. He punched Dean and flew into a tree, knocking him out cold. Sam and I watched as he flew against the tree, and turned back to face Lucifer. He was a cunning son of a bitch. Handsome, I'll give him that, but I already disliked him.
"Ah, Kaylee, my queen, there you are," he cooned. I gulped.
"I thought that was over with, when-"
"When Azazel died? Haha, no, never. That was all me darlin'," Lucifer said. "Well, most of it anyway. I do plan to get my hands on you one day. Sam will say yes. And then I'll have you and finally everything will be rain again. You're not just a psychic. You're so much more."
I nearly lost my grip on my gun.
"But for now, I need you to sleep," he moved his hand forward and punched me in the face. I flew back against the tree next to Dean and knocked myself out, cold, dropping my gun on the floor.
~*Supernatural*~
The glasses were still on the table, the ones that Castiel drank last night. The TV in Bobby's house is blasting, showing a tornado. State of Emergency was called for at Paulding County.
"Just received an update that the governor has declared a state of emergency for Paulding County, including the towns of Marion, Fetterville, and Carthage. The storm system has reportedly touched off a number of tornadoes in the area."
Sam, Dean, Bobby and I gathered at the fireplace. He held the copy of the picture that had all of us together. Since Castiel couldn't heal me or Bobby it seemed befitting. And Ellen and Jo were gone much to my dismay.
"Death tolls have yet to be estimated, but state officials expect the loss of life and property to be staggering."
Bobby dropped the photo into the flames of his fireplace, and we watched it burn in silence.