Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox Part 1
Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Jody brought pizza and a glass of red wine over to the couch and sat down. "Aah, Netflix. What do you recommend to fill my day off? Speak to me."
Suddenly, someone knocked on the front door and Jody sighed heavily. She got up and answered the door, only to see Sam, Dean, Angela, and Grace.
"Hi Auntie Jody." Grace waved.
"Hi, sweetheart," she smiled before looking at the hunters. "Wow, you look terrible. What's wrong?"
"Sure, we'd love to come in," Dean replied, giving Jody a hug as he entered the house.
"Sorry for barging in," Angela apologized as she adjusted Grace in her arms.
"Hey," Sam kissed Jody's cheek. "Yeah, we just finished a hunt in Brookings."
"And you couldn't shower first?" Jody asked as she closed the front door.
"At least you didn't have to sit in a car with them." Angela teased.
"Ha-ha." Sam rolled his eyes. "We figured we'd stop by on the way home and see you, Claire, and Alex."
"Aw, that's fun. Unfortunately, the girls are in Omaha for the weekend being angsty at a Radiohead concert." Jody explained. "But I can feed you."
"Ooh." Sam grinned.
"Yes. Alright." Dean nodded. "Oh, uh… Since the last time we saw you? I killed Hitler."
"Oh, God," Angela rolled her eyes. "He's been talking about it non-stop."
Jody's brows furrowed and she looked perplexed. "Thank you?"
Dean nodded, very pleased with himself. "You're welcome."
~/~\~
Sam, Dean, Angela, Jody, and Grace were in the living room watching a romantic movie while they ate pizza.
"Jody, you watching some kind of chick flick here?" Dean asked through a mouthful of pizza.
"Well, Dean, I'm a chick." Jody chuckled.
"No," Dean shook his head. "No, no. You're—you're a badass sheriff chick. You're not a—a rom-com chick. Wait, are you a rom-com chick?"
"Are you?" Jody quirked a brow.
"He's more of a, uh… animated Japanese erotica chick." Sam said through a mouthful.
"Wha's that?" Grace looked up at her father.
"Nothing," Angela replied immediately, shooting Sam a look.
Jody leaned forward in interest. "Really?"
Dean just glared at Sam and looked uncomfortable.
"Mm-hmm." Sam hummed.
Suddenly, Jody's phone rang in the other room and she stood up to answer it.
"I need to leave this scintillating conversation." She chuckled before leaving.
"Don't tell her that," Dean grumbled petulantly.
"Tell her what?" Sam smirked.
"It's Jody, man."
"Dude, be proud of your hobbies." Sam shrugged. "It makes you who you are."
Jody walked back into the living room, clearly upset.
Angela frowned in concern. "Jody?"
~/~\~
Sam, Dean, and Angela followed Jody to her bedroom, where she was packing some clothes.
"Jody, what's up?" Dean asked worriedly.
"A friend of mine died." Jody's voice cracked.
"Who?" Sam frowned.
"Asa Fox."
Sam and Angela sighed deeply, feeling for Jody.
Dean's brows furrowed a bit. "Asa Fox. Why does that name sound familiar?"
Isn't he the guy that Ellen used to tell stories about back at the Roadhouse?" Angela recalled.
"Yeah," Dean nodded. "Supposedly he killed, like, five wendigos in a night."
"Yeah. Yeah, he was a hunter." Jody nodded. "He, uh, he rolled into town a few months back, tr-tried to convince me he was FBI Agent Fox Mulder. He was chasing a pack of ghouls and I helped. He'd pass through every once in a while after that and we'd go grab co…coffee or… something." She explained. "Oh, he was a good man. The… the wake's tonight, and, um… They're gonna salt and burn the body tomorrow. I can't believe I just said that like it's something normal."
"Well, we're gonna come with you," Dean replied.
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
"You don't have… I'll be fine." Jody assured.
"Yeah, no, Jody, we… we know you'll be fine, but… you know, we never go to hunter gatherings, outside of bars." Angela replied.
"Yes, you'd be doing us a favor if you let us tag along," Dean added.
"Thank you." Jody smiled softly. "You're gonna have to get cleaned up before we spend five hours in a car together."
"I second that," Angela gave the brothers a pointed look.
"Five hours?" Dean asked. "Where, uh, where we going?"
~/~\~
Emerson, Manitoba, Canada
The Impala pulled up outside of Asa's very large home.
"O, Canada." Dean sighed ash they all got out of the Impala.
"That is a big house," Sam noted as he took Grace out of her car seat.
"Family home," Jody replied. "Asa was just a guy."
~/~\~
Inside the house, loud rock music was blaring throughout the rooms and a large crowd of people was mingling and drinking, when Sam, Angela, Dean, and Jody entered. Lorraine, Asa's mother immediately noticed Jody and walked over.
"Jody!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Jody, thanks for comin'."
"Mmm," Jody hugged the older woman. "Lorraine, of course. How you holding up?"
"Well, it's a house full of loud, drunk hunters, and my son's dead body is in the parlor," Lorraine replied. "But I haven't slit my wrists yet. Small victories."
"We're very sorry for your loss," Angela said sincerely.
"I know. Everyone's sorry." Lorraine muttered before wandering off.
"So… this is gonna be fun," Jody commented, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
Jody removed her coat and they all began to mingle with the other hunters.
~/~\~
Dean found his way to the kitchen and picked up a beer from the cooler.
"No label," he commented. "Well, that's a red flag."
"Nah, fully safe. I homebrewed it myself." Bucky walked over, took the bottle from Dean, and opened it for him. "Here. Not a twist-off."
"Ah," Dean nodded as he took the bottle back.
"Oh, hope you like strong beer, buddy."
Dean took a swig from the bottle and hummed. "That's good."
"Ah?"
"Uh, Dean Winchester," he introduced.
Bucky's eyes widened in shock. "The Dean Winchester?"
"No freakin' way," Randy cut in. "Aren't you dead? Like, four times?"
"Yeah." Dean nodded, chuckling awkwardly. "It, uh, didn't take."
"Wait," Elvis interjected. "Your brother here? Sam?"
"Yeah, he's still alive, too. He and Angie—
Elvis didn't even wait for Dean to finish talking before he was out of his seat running off to find Sam.
"Oh." Dean pursed his lips. "Okay. Good talk."
"Yeah, sorry about Elvis." Bucky apologized. "He's, uh… Elvis. I'm Bucky Sims."
"Hey," Dean shook his hand.
"Yeah."
"Randy," the other man introduced. "Randy Bull. Ah!" he mimicked bull horns with his fingers. "Watch out for the horns, right?"
"Heh. Uh, you two hunters?" Dean asked curiously.
"Mm-hmm."
"Yes, sir." Randy nodded. "Did you know Asa?"
"No, no. I never met him. But, uh, heard some crazy stories."
Randy smirked slightly. "Yeah, like what?"
"Well, I mean, come on," Dean laughed. "Nobody can take out five wendigos in a night."
"Hey!" Bucky yelled to the room. "Our famous friend said the magic word. Drink, everybody."
Everybody in the room drank and Dean just looked confused.
"Wendigo? Is that, uh…"
"Do it again!" Bucky exclaimed.
"Okay." Dean nodded.
"Stop saying that or we're not gonna make it to morning," Randy warned.
"Didn't know the rules," Dean muttered.
"You think the stories about Asa are crazy, you should hear what they say about you," Bucky commented.
~/~\~
Sam and Angela were in the living room with two young hunters, Max and Alicia. Grace sat on Sam's lap.
"Wait, so you guys were raised by a witch, but you're hunters?" Angela asked curiously.
"Yep." Max and Alicia replied in unison.
"She was, like, a good witch," Max added. "Very Enya. It was the 90's."
"Lots of crystals."
"Mm-hmm."
"She taught me to hunt witches. Uh, bad witches." Alicia explained.
"Sure. And what did she teach you?" Sam asked Max.
"Uh, mostly how to seduce men."
Alicia rolled her eyes. "She also taught him some magic, which is actually more useful."
"Eh, mostly the men thing," Max smirked.
"Max!" Alicia laughed.
"Are you Sam Winchester?" Elvis butted into the conversation. "You are, right? Oh, this is nuts. Wow. Hi."
"Hey," Sam replied uncomfortably.
"Uh, Elvis. Um, Katz." He shook Sam's hand. "Wow. Look, so thing is, I got this friend down in the States, right, who knows this girl who knew your pal, Garth."
"Garth. Right." Sam nodded.
"And, well, he said that she said that Garth said that you were possessed by the Devil?" Elvis asked. "Like, Lucifer. The actual big, bad Devil, and you lived?"
Sam became visibly uncomfortable and Angela narrowed her eyes.
"Why the hell would you ask him something like that?" she demanded.
"I—
"Whoa," Max and Alicia scoffed at Elvis.
"Dude, you don't just ask someone about something that messed up," Alicia added.
"Seriously, back off."
"But it's pretty amazing, huh?" Elvis shrugged.
"N—It—it's really not that amazing." Sam shook his head. "It—it just kind of is what it is. Um… I'm gonna get a beer. Yeah, you good?" he looked at Max and Alicia. "Yeah? Good."
Sam got up, adjusted Grace in his arms, and left quickly. Angela shot a glare at Elvis before following her husband.
~/~\~
Dean was in Asa's office and found an angel blade mounted on blue velvet inside an ornate glass-lidded box. He opened it, reached in, and pulled out the blade, comfortably spinning it in his hand when Sam and Angela walked in.
"Hey." Sam and Angela greeted.
"Hi Unca Dean." Grace smiled.
"Hey, sweetheart." Dean smiled at his niece. "Guys, this is a real angel blade. I mean, this guy was legit."
"Did you know people tell stories about us?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Apparently, we're a little bit legendary." Dean replied.
"Yeah, but, I mean, so was Asa," Angela muttered. "Then a hunt went bad, and he ended up hanging from a tree, alone in the woods."
"He died on the job. No better way to go."
Sam's brows furrowed. "You really believe that?"
"Yeah." Dean shrugged. "What, you don't? I mean, come on, guys, it's not like we're in the 'live till you're 90, die in your sleep business.' This?" Dean pointed at Asa's hunting wall. "This only ends one way."
Angela pursed her lips. "We should get back."
"Yeah." Dean agreed. "Oh, uh, don't say 'wendigo' to anyone."
~/~\~
The party was winding down and guests were leaving. The remaining guests were gathered in the living room to tell more stories.
"And Asa made us go roller skating," Bucky laughed. "And right after these ghouls almost got us. So, there's the three of us, all banged up, with a ton of ironic teenagers skating under these neon lights. You remember this, Jody?"
"Mm-hmm." Jody laughed.
"Oh, it was classic. I mean, you know, until the two of you snuck off for some sweet, sweet time alone." Bucky shot Jody a knowing look.
"Oooh!" Elvis laughed.
"Sweet, sweet time alone?" Dean asked as he, Sam, and Angela walked in.
"You, Jody?" Sam's brows shot up. "You didn't tell us you were in a relationship with Asa."
"You know, she has a life outside of us." Angela reminded her husband.
"Oh, it was just… it was just a casual thing." Jody replied, glancing at Asa's mother. "Sorry, Lorraine."
"Asa was always popular with the ladies," Lorraine recalled.
"Yes, he was." The men in the room agreed.
"Our mom loved him," Max noted. "She used to talk about him all the time."
"See?" Lorraine smirked.
"And, you know, Angie's right," Jody shrugged. "I do have a life when you guys aren't around."
"Beer, anyone?" Randy asked.
"I'm good," Sam replied.
"Yeah." Elvis nodded.
"And, uh, here's a news flash," Jody added as Randy left for another beer. "Dating is hard. It's not like I just turn into a boring, small-town sheriff when you guys are gone. I do stuff. You shouldn't be surprised that I'd enjoy the company of a ruggedly hot man."
"Amen to that." Alicia agreed.
The front door could be heard opening and closing as someone stepped inside the house.
"Hey, you clearly deserve your sweet, sweet time alone," Dean told Jody.
"Well, I mean, it wasn't always sweet."
"Uh… yeah, it's just not how we think of you. You know, I…"
"Good," Jody laughed. "'Cause that would honestly be weird."
"Nobody… nobody said you can't date, right?" Dean chuckled.
Lorraine noticed the newcomers by the door and called out to them. "Come on in, don't hover."
Everyone turned to see the newcomers were Mary Winchester and Robert Morgan.
"Grandma! Grandpa!" Grace exclaimed, squirming in Sam's arms.
"Sorry, we knocked," Mary noted awkwardly.
"Hi." Dean breathed out in shock.
~/~\~
Mary, Robert, Dean, Sam, Angela, and Jody stepped out in the front hall for a more private discussion.
"What are you doing here?" Mary's brows furrowed.
"What are you doing here?" Dean demanded.
"We, uh…" Angela cleared her throat. "Asa was a friend of a friend. Uh, friend of Jody's. Jody, Mary Winchester and Robert Morgan. Dad, Mary, this is Jody Mills."
Jody's eyes widened. "Dad? Mary? Wait—your parents?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
Jody looked between Mary and Robert wildly. "I thought—I thought you were…"
"We were," Robert replied.
"Wow," Jody whispered. "W-wow!" she hugged Robert, then Mary. "It is so nice to meet you both. Wow! I'm gonna… I'm j—I'm gonna give you guys some, um, some family time."
Jody left the hunters alone to talk amongst themselves.
"Wow," Mary muttered.
"Where have you both been?" Angela questioned.
"All over," Robert answered. "Mary and I went back to Lawrence for a few days."
"And then, um, I've been using John's journal to retrace a few things," Mary added. "Try to catch up on what I've missed."
"You could've just asked us, you know." Dean retorted.
"Dean, come on." Sam sighed heavily.
"She could've," Dean grumbled.
"It's okay," Mary assured. "He's right. But… This is something Robert and I needed to do together. I… Listen, most of the people we knew are dead. And then we remember Asa."
"He was so young when we met him," Robert added. "Thought he must still be around. And then… we saw an article about his death, and, uh…"
"So, you'll each text us once a week, maybe," Dean glared. "But you'll drive all the way to Canada to see some dead guy? Well, that's awesome. I'm gonna get some air."
"Dean, wait…" Mary tried.
~/~\~
Dean walked toward the front door, where he was met by Jody.
"Hey."
"Hey," Dean grunted.
"You okay?" Jody asked softly.
"Swell." Dean scoffed.
"Huh," she muttered. "Is that why you spent the entire ride up here telling me in extreme, excruciating detail how you killed Hitler, but, uh, you neglected to mention the fact that your mom and Angie's dad are back from the dead?"
"Yeah, no big deal." Dean shrugged it off.
"That's a lie."
"Jody…" Dean sighed.
"Look, maybe this isn't my place," she started gently. "And this is epic stuff, but, you know, if I could have my son and my husband back? I mean really back? I would give anything, absolutely anything to have that. And it would scare the hell out of me."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Jody nodded. "Because what if I've changed? What if they changed? What if it just didn't work out the way I wanted? If you wanna talk about anything, absolutely anything, I'm here."
"Thanks, Jody," Dean whispered sincerely.
~/~\~
Sam and Angela found both Mary and Robert in the kitchen. Mary held the box of postcards that Asa never sent and Sam held Grace on his hip.
"Hey." Sam and Angela greeted.
"Hey." Mary and Robert replied flatly.
Angela's brows furrowed in concern. "Everything all right?"
"We're fine." Mary shoved the box into Angela's hands.
Mary and Robert walked off to Asa's office and the younger couple followed behind them.
"It's fine," Mary assured.
"Are you sure?" Sam pressed.
"Robert and I saved Asa when he was a boy," Mary replied. "All of this, it's on us."
"Well, no," Angela shook her head. "Obviously, Asa made his own decisions. And he helped a lot of people, you know?"
"Yeah, I just don't know anymore, Pumpkin." Robert shook his head. "Everywhere we go, and everything we do just… feels wrong. But we'll get used to it. Being back here. We just—
"Yeah, of course." Sam nodded in understanding. "Neither of you have to explain anything. We get it. You guys need space. And—and so does Dean, you? I—I mean, he's—he's just… We just got you guys back. And he's just scared we're gonna lose mom again, that—that because we're hunters, she's gonna walk away. But we know that's true. Even looking at these…" Sam nodded to the box of postcards. "I mean, you both saved Asa in 1980, um, after Dean was born. After everyone thought you quit hunting, Mom. Seems like you couldn't stop then, and… I'm guessing you can't stop now. This job, this life, is crazy and insane. But it's in our blood. Come on."
"Where are we going?" Mary asked in confusion.
"To say goodbye to Asa." Angela smiled gently.
~/~\~
They walked into the room where Asa's body was laid under a shroud, and Mary pulled it back so they could see Asa's face. While they were standing there, blood dripped down onto Asa's forehead. Sam looked confused, then they all looked up at the ceiling, where Randy's dead body was bound to the rafters.
~/~\~
"And Asa loved that Jeep," Bucky recalled. "Fuses were short, fuel line was busted. Ah, he didn't care. He'd just roll up his sleeves, he'd get right to work."
Sam, Angela, Mary, and Robert dashed into the room.
"Guys, we need to leave. Now." Angela stressed.
"Angie? Sam?" Jody frowned.
"Randy's dead," Sam revealed.
"What happened?" Alicia's eyes widened.
"Someone gutted him and roped him to the ceiling. That's what happened." Robert answered.
At that moment, Elvis walked back into the room. "Anyone know why the water's shut off? God, what's that smell?"
"Sulfur." Max and Alicia answered simultaneously as the lights started flickering.
"It's a demon," Mary noted.
"Yeah." Sam agreed.
"It's him." Bucky swallowed nervously.
"Him?" Angela's brows furrowed curiously.
"Jael," Bucky answered. "He's a crossroads demon. And he hangs people. It's his thing. Snaps their neck, slits their throat. He's a real piece of work."
"Hanging? Like with Asa?" Sam asked.
"He's the one that killed him," Bucky replied as he tried to open the sealed door.
Elvis jumped in to help, but they only got it open an inch before it slammed shut again.
"Son of a bitch." Bucky breathed out. "Let me—
"You're wasting your time." Max interrupted as he waved his hand over the door, illuminating glowing red sigils. "The whole house has been warded, inside and out."
"What does that mean?" Jody inquired.
"It means we're trapped," Alicia answered grimly.
~/~\~
Outside the house, Dean was leaning against a car fiddling with his flash. Someone started approaching him from behind.
"Go away." He grumbled.
"You're not the boss of me." Billie retorted.
Dean turned around and his brows furrowed in confusion. "Billie. What're you doing here?"
"My job." She answered vaguely.
Dean chuckled. "Well, I'm not dead yet."
"Shame. But actually, I just finished inside. I was reaping a fresh soul."
~/~\~
Back inside, everyone else was trying to figure out what was going on.
"Look, back in '97," Bucky started. "Asa was working on this case in Yellow Knife, all right? A possession of a First Nations girl. Got real bad, real bloody."
"was it, uh, Jael?" Angela asked.
"Asa exorcised him, but not before Jael killed the girl. He made her tie a noose around her neck and he made Asa watch."
~/~\~
Dean banged on the door, trying to get inside. "Sam! Sammy! Angie! Hey!"
"You can huff and puff," Billie started. "But that house is on supernatural lockdown. They can't even hear you."
~/~\~
"All right," Bucky sighed heavily. "An exorcism ain't like an angel blade."
"Yeah," Sam nodded. "It's not permanent."
"Exactly. Right, so five years later, Jael—he came back, and he came for Asa."
"How so?" Jody questioned.
"Asa was seeing this woman, right? She had a kid."
"Marlene." Lorraine nodded.
"Yeah, Marlene." Bucky nodded. "Jael got into her. It didn't matter that he was killing people, he wanted Asa to know it was personal. He gets off on it."
"Yeah, and now he's here. Possessing someone." Angela muttered.
"Yeah, but who?" Mary asked.
"Alicia wasn't in the room when Randy died," Elvis recalled. "The rest of us were."
"I was getting a drink." Alicia scoffed.
"Dean wasn't in the room either," Max added.
"So, it's Alicia or Dean," Bucky commented as everyone looked at Alicia.
"I'm not!" she exclaimed. "Throw some holy water on me, see what happens."
Angela patted down her jacket for a flask and came up empty. "Anybody packing?"
"We can just make more," Elvis suggested.
"Uh, no we can't. The water's off." Robert reminded.
"She knew it," Elvis pointed at Alicia. "You knew that."
"Oh, come on." She rolled her eyes in annoyance.
~/~\~
Dean turned to Billie and glared daggers at her. "What did you do?"
"It wasn't me. I don't get my hands dirty. Rules. I just clean up the mess." Billie explained. "Still, between us, it's always nice to see a Winchester who can't get what they want."
"You think this is funny? Huh? Hunters are dying in there!"
"Everyone dies." Billie scoffed.
~/~\~
"I think Dean's still outside," Sam noted.
"That does narrow it down…" Mary trailed off.
Suddenly, Alicia started coughing violently and Max slowly walked toward his sister.
"Alicia?"
Alicia giggled. "Alicia's not here right now," she started as her eyes glowed red. "Leave a message," she growled as she punched Mac. "Oh, you're a fun group. We're gonna have a good time tonight."
Jael left Alicia's body in a cloud of demon smoke and flew into the fireplace.
"It's gone." Elvis breathed out in relief.
"Alicia, are you…" Max went to check on his sister.
"It's not gone." Angela shook her head. "It's just not in Alicia anymore. Lorraine, is there anyone else in the house?"
"I don't know. People have been coming and going all day."
"Okay, we're gonna pair off, we're gonna search the house—for people, not demons," Jody instructed. "If you find the demon, yell. We'll find you. And if you're partner gets possessed, run."
"Dad, you're with me," Angela told her father.
"Mom," Sam cocked his head asking Mary to follow him.
"Come on," Jody told Bucky.
Elvis helped Lorraine to sit and told her to stay put.
~/~\~
"You got in there," Dean started. "You got in there to reap that soul. You can get me in."
"I could, I suppose. But—
"Do it!" Dean demanded.
"But it's a one-way ticket. And you're gonna owe me one."
~/~\~
"I got you a double," Elvis offered Lorraine a drink.
Lorraine took a sip when suddenly, the front door started glowing and Dean tumbled through the door and rolled into the room.
"Holy…"
"Where's my brother and Angie?" Dean demanded.
He stormed off, knife drawn, but Elvis stopped him.
"Hey, hold up! How did you…"
"He's the demon!" Lorraine pointed to Dean.
"Demon?" Dean frowned.
"Kill him!" Lorraine cried.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean stopped her. "Easy, lady. Look, I'm not a demon, okay? I'm one of the good guys. Now, stick with me, do what I say, and everybody'll get out of here, okay? Everybody."
"Well, not everybody." Elvis pulled out a knife as his eyes flashed red.
A/N: Hey, y'all, I hope you liked this chapter! Sorry for not posting for a bit, I'm gearing up for finals and haven't had much time. If you liked this chapter, please leave a review! Feedback is so important to me and I love reading your thoughts on the chapter(s)! Love you guys, xoxo :)
~Emily