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CHAPTER SIX: What Now?
"Are you serious?" Dean said, his words laced with malice as he saw the pair of women stroll casually in the room, the lean blonde holding a sawed off while the taller brunette held a pistol.
"Sam and Dean Winchester. Real pleasure, heard a lot about you boys." Ellen kept her pistol pointed at Sam while her daughter kept her gun trained on Dean. "Bobby, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" She asked the old drunk who was still suspended against the wall next to John.
The eldest demon's dark gaze fell on Jo, his lips forming a sly grin as he sent her wink. With a look of disgust, the blonde turned her attention to the two hunters on the wall.
"Why don't you let your daddy and Bobby go, son? It'll be easier for you." Ellen asked calmly, her defiant gaze locking with Dean's.
Realizing just how screwed they were, the demon reluctantly dropped his hand causing John and Bobby to collapse to the floor. "The amount of hate I have for hunters right now is very dangerous for you four." Dean spat, his eyes becoming enveloped with black as he went back a step, the back of his knees touching the couch where Sam still sat.
"Thanks Ellen." The hunter's muttered together, shame in their features.
"Alright, let's get on with it." Sam said with defeat, standing up to be next to his brother.
"You boys better say goodbye," Bobby started, taking a step towards the two demons, "Because it'll be awhile before you see each other again."
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Dean paced the span of Bobby's panic room in four steps before he had to turn around and start on his way back to the other side. He had repeated these same motions for the past hour, worry sinking in as the time passed.
He glared up at the devil's trap in the grating that allowed air and sunlight into the enclosed space. At first, he thought all he had to do was wait until it was dark only to have his hopes crushed when he noticed another devil's trap painted on the floor. The cylindrical room was made of iron and coated with salt, basically making it impenetrable to most supernatural beings.
He stopped mid-pace when he heard the door creak open.
"Just to warn you, this gun is loaded with bullets with devil's traps carved into em." Jo clarified as she walked in, gun raised to Dean's torso. She quickly shut the door behind her, not trusting the man in front of her.
The demon held up his hands in surrender, smirking at the blonde's hard tone.
"What's so funny?" The hunter demanded as she sat on the small cot in the corner, her gun never swaying for the general direction of Dean's chest.
He shrugged lazily, the grin still plastered to his face. "Nothing, just love when you act all tough." He teased, leaning against the metal desk.
Jo looked taken aback because she clearly had not expected a demon to be so human. "Don't patronize me." She grumbled, laying the gun on the cot so she could cross her arms in defiance.
Shouldn't have done that, Dean thought as he walked to the middle of the room in order to decrease the distance between him and the gun. "What are they doing to Sammy? Probing him? Braiding his hair?"
The hunter tried to hide the smile that tugged at her lips but by the look of amusement in Dean's eyes, wasn't successful. "They're just talking. For some reason, Sam's a little more cooperative then you are."
Dean just eyed the gun knowingly, smirking to himself at the irony.
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"So Sam, what can you tell me about yourself?" Ellen asked, stepping farther into the room. "You seem more behaved then your brother."
Jo stood idly by in the corner, knowing full well her mother wouldn't approve of her taking part in the conversation. Ellen barely even let her go out hunting, let alone converse with demons.
Sam shrugged casually, putting on a mask of boredom. "I'm an open book. And my brother means well."
"I happened to hear a rumor a few days ago. Jo and I ran into a demon who was lookin' for you boys and was wonderin' if I'd seen ya. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
Sam half-smiled, mischief glinting in his eyes as he turned his gaze on Bobby. "We may have told a white lie before."
John eyed his son suspiciously before he gestured for him to go on. "About what exactly?"
"I guess you could say we aren't really under Crowley's orders to go free-lance." Sam confessed with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "It was all Dean's idea and we were tired of Crowley's shit."
"Crowley?" Ellen asked, looking at Bobby to elaborate.
"King of Hell." The hunter answered before returning his attention back to the younger demon.
Noticing none of the adults were paying attention to her, Jo slipped out of the room with the objective in mind of making Dean spill his guts.
….
"Sam mentioned something interestin'." Jo said vaguely, eyeing Dean with curiosity.
The eldest demon looked at her with fake interest, even widening his eyes a little. "Oh do tell. I'm dying to know." He took a subtle step forward, a plan formulating in his head.
"He said you guys aren't working for Crowley anymore." The hunter watched as Dean's gaze switched to one of amusement at the mention of the King. "Care to share?"
"Do they know you're down here?" Dean questioned, giving her a perceptive smile. Jo smiled sheepishly as she waited for him to continue. "We figured that since we happen to be a little more badass then the King is, we shouldn't have to take orders from him. So instead," Dean paused for dramatic effect, enjoying the interested look that occupied Jo's features, "We ditched the crossroads and took the souls for ourselves, growing stronger and stronger with every soul damned to Hell." He finished with a sense of accomplishment, happy to brag about how he screwed over Crowley.
"But aren't you still helping him if souls are still going to Hell?" The hunter questioned, her brows furrowed in confusion.
Dean rolled his eyes, wondering why she had focused on that part out of everything he had just said. "Yes and no. Souls will still go to Hell, but all their power goes to us the second we make a deal. Crowley just gets our sloppy seconds. It's almost like we ring the power out of the souls before we hand em over."
Jo nodded in understanding, still not able to believe she was having an almost rational discussion with a demon, let alone Dean Winchester.
"Well, I hate to draw this chat to a close, but Sam and I have shit to do." Jo barely had time to react before Dean lunged forward and grabbed the gun, aiming it at the blonde's head.
"Dammit." Jo muttered as she held her hands up.
"Get your pretty ass up princess; let's go say hi to the group upstairs." He gestured towards the door with the gun, prompting Jo to open it as she stood up. He pressed the back of the gun against her back, nudging her forward.
The blonde scowled, hating how demeaning he had to be to her. "You know, you really shouldn't hold the gun like that. It makes it real easy for someone-" Jo quickly spun around, snatching the sawed off away from the demon, hitting him in the nose with the butt of it for good measure, "to do this."
"Fucking bitch." He spat, grabbing at his now bleeding nose.
"It was nice talking to ya, Dean." After sending him a quick wink, Jo left the panic room making sure to slam the door behind her.
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"So you boys are wanted?" John asked, narrowing his eyes at his son.
"If you want to put it that way." Sam relented, huffing in frustration. "Can I please go? This is ridiculous. There's no point!" He hissed as his eyes switched to black orbs.
"We have to take care of your brother first, son. Then you can go." John reassured, not liking having to talk to his kin's dark eyes.
Panic flashed in Sam's now hazel eyes as he tried to get up, fuming at the fact that he couldn't. "If you touch him I swear-"
"You swear what, Sam?" John yelled, the reality of him having to go downstairs and find a way to kill his eldest son finally hitting him.
Bobby and Ellen both shot the old hunter a bewildered look, not believing he would actually go through with it or how he would just as Jo walked up the stairs.
"Did you talk to him?" Ellen asked angrily, eyeing the blood splattered on Jo's shirt with alarm.
The blonde exhaled deeply, annoyed with her mother's concern. "It's his blood mom, calm down."
Sam's eyes returned to black as his attention was focused on the front door. "If I were you guys, I'd go down to the panic room. Now."
"What is it son?" Bobby saw the anxiety in the demon's features and began to wonder just how human the boys really were.
"If I'm right, and I usually am, Dean won't be down there anymore." He hissed, just wishing they'd go check already.
"Sam, I just left him-" Jo started, taken aback by the sharpness of the demon's gaze that had landed on her.
"Well they just took him!"
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TBC
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