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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Family Buisness
Dean wasn't stupid.
Sure, he was a high school drop out with six bucks to his name, but if you underestimate Dean Winchester, it just may be the last thing you do.
So when Jo insisted to drive and Dean saw the newspaper headline, he put two and two together fairly quickly. Unfortunately, not before they were already barreling down the deserted country road at 75 mph.
"Quick question sweetheart," The demon started, turning in his seat slightly towards her. ", you wanting to drive has nothing do with this newspaper article right? I mean, you can't be that stupid." Dean watched as Jo shook her head, her lips tugging at the corners. He picked up the paper and read out loud some of the passage. "Grizzly Bear attacks run ramped as another camper goes missing. Eight hikers and counting have disappeared in the past year, locals calling for action…" He trails off, giving Jo an accusatory glare as he casually tosses the newspaper back on the seat. "Now, I may not be a hunter, but I sure as hell know that this spiked your hunter senses or whatever."
The blonde looked at him with a hurt expression as she tried to hide her surprise at the fact that Dean actually caught on. "I would never." She paused, sideways glancing at him. "Why? Wanna go check it out?" She questioned, her tone excited. She hadn't gone on an actual case by herself in, well, never.
"Nooo." He began, eyes narrowed in disbelief. "What I want is to go back. Don't make me call Sam." He threatened although he didn't really plan on it.
Jo smirked, wanting to test the demon again. Even though she knew that last time he had driven off with her when she dared him, she doubted he'd call Sam. "Do it." She dared, her tone nonchalant.
The demon gave her a 'I'll show you" kind of look, wanting nothing more than to make her eat her words. Dean let out a huff of frustration before digging his cell phone from his pocket with Jo staring at him wide-eyed. "Sammy? I'm gonna need you to do me a favor and zap your demonic ass into this car… No, she's wanting to go hunting… Uh, just passed mile marker…" He paused, waiting for one to show up. "117, we're in the middle of Wyoming." Dean abruptly took the phone away from his ear with an agitated look, seeing Sam had ended the call. Shrugging, he shoved the device back in his pocket and gave Jo a smug smile. The blonde sent him a glare before she quickly veered to the right from getting startled.
"What the hell are you two doing?"
….
"Sam, call that damn brother of yours!" Ellen ordered, lunging forward to slap him, the demon catching her wrist easily.
"I'm sure they're almost here." Sam said, trying to convince himself more than the frantic mother in front of him. It had been six hours since they had talked to Jo and to say the least, Ellen was driving everybody crazy.
The brunette snatched her wrist away, rounding on John who was sitting on the couch next to Bobby. "He's your son. Control him." She insisted, her tone turning to one of worry instead of anger.
John looked at her incredulously. "Do you not remember the reason why he left?"
"He'll bring 'er back, Ellen. Just be patient." Bobby chimed in. When the brunette pulled a glare only a mother could pull off, the baseball capped hunter tried to disappear into the couch.
"Hey, hey," Sam started as his phone began ringing. Relief flooded his features as he read the caller ID. "Shut up!" He hissed, opening the flip phone to accept the call. "Dean? Wait, slow down, aren't you guys on your way back?" When he heard Jo was wanting to go hunting, the demon pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing Ellen was going to throttle him. "Where are you exactly?" He said impatiently. Sam rolled his eyes and flipped the phone shut, not even bothering to say goodbye so he could address the questioning gazes.
The tall demon put his hands out, motioning for the three hunters to calm down while he explained. "Everybody's fine, but I gotta go."
Before anybody could respond, Sam was gone and now sitting in the back seat of the Impala.
"What the hell are you two doing?" He spat, as Jo almost hit a tree on the side of the road.
"Dammit, Jo pay attention!" Dean yelled as his eyes switched to black, hating the fact that she was driving recklessly in his baby.
Sam rolled his eyes as he met Jo's gaze in the rearview mirror, a look of disapproval on his face. "You seem to be driving in the wrong direction." He eyed the newspaper in between them and picked it up and scanned the headline. "Are you serious? You really want to go on a case?" He asked with astonishment. He didn't understand how she could just take off, but then again, he knew what dealing with an overprotective Ellen was like.
"Aren't there like a shit ton of you guys? Have someone else do it." Dean offered, looking at Sam for confirmation. The taller demon nodded, agreeing with the plan.
"No, come on guys. I have never worked a case by myself before-" She started, Dean cutting her off with a hand gesture.
"Wait, you want to go work a case, when you've never worked one before with two inexperienced demons with you? Are you fucking crazy?" Dean couldn't help his demeaning tone but Jo was really pushing his buttons. On top of all that, the eldest demon's eyes had stayed a solid black ever since Sam had appeared in the back seat.
"Hey! It's not like I don't know anything. I already have an idea what it is. I can fill you guys in, you just need to be my muscle." She said, her voice overly sweet as she gaze Dean and Sam puppy dog eyes that neither of the two demons could resist. "Plus, I thought you guys were supposed to be cool." She shrugged, laying the bullshit on thick. "I guess you boys don't live up to your reputations." She sideways glanced at Dean who was staring at Sam with now brilliant green eyes, a small smirk playing at the eldest demon's lips.
"Fine!" Sam huffed, throwing his arms up in frustration as he leaned back in his seat. "But, I'm not explaining this to Ellen. I'm telling her I was held against my will."
Dean couldn't help the spark of anticipation that formed in the pit of his stomach. With their line of work, they really didn't get to kill anything and he had all this pent up anger he couldn't wait to get rid of. "What do you think it is?" He asked Jo, wanting to know as much as he could without sounding like an easily-excitable ten year old.
Jo shrugged, still not all that positive what they could be dealing with since it could be a multitude of things. "At first glance, I'm kinda going with a werewolf."
….
"What are you doin'?" Bobby walked over to stand behind John peering over his shoulder to glance at the computer screen.
John clicked on a link before he began typing in the eldest demon's number. "I turned Dean's GPS in his phone on." After some more clicking and typing, John let out a victory 'Ahha!' before he narrowed his eyes. "Why the hell are they in Colorado?"
"I heard the scenery is pretty." Bobby said without thinking, ignoring the strange look John gave him. The baseball capped hunter cleared his throat awkwardly, gesturing towards the screen. "Search it, see if you get anything."
John did as he was told, searching for anything out of ordinary in the state. After glancing at a couple links, one in particular caught his eye. "Shit." The old hunter leaned back in the chair, running a stressed hand down his face. "I gotta go. There's no way those boys are going on a case alone with Jo." The father quickly stood up, leaving the grizzly attack article up on the computer before grabbing his worn leather jacket from the steps. "Don't tell Ellen." He ordered before he was out the door.
….
"So where do we start?" Dean asked as he plopped down on the musty motel room bed. The demon stared with disgust at the cloud of dust that erupted from the mattress, wiping his hands off on his button-up. All three of them had a look of exhaustion having just finished an eight hour drive.
Jo paused. She wasn't use to having the lead on cases especially since her mom was so damn protective. She normally just got stuck with research.
Research.
"We have to research." Jo said vaguely, a triumphant grin plastered on her face.
Sam nodded, acting like he understood before he glanced around the room with confusion. "What are we researching? And with what?"
The blonde mentally face palmed, irritated that she left her laptop at Bobby's. "Uh, the attacks and the library probably have computers. We should also start at the Lost Creek Ranger station."
This time Sam looked a little clearer on the objective, looking at Dean quizzically. "You go to the Ranger Station and I'll research?" The taller demon was unsure why he felt the need to take the research, but he just couldn't imagine his brother sitting still long enough to accomplish much.
The eldest demon smiled in agreement before eyeing Jo expectantly. "Lead the way."
…
The Impala came to a noisy stop as they pulled up by the station. Getting out of the car, the pair walked inside.
"Holy shit, look at the size of this fucking bear." Dean pointed out, standing in front of a famed picture of a grizzly. "No wonder they think it's a bunch of grizzly attacks."
Jo rolled her eyes and turned, almost running into the Ranger on duty.
"You kids aren't planning on goin' out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?" The man asked, he was tall with graying hair, signifying he had probably been doing this for a while.
Jo shook her head and put on a sweet smile. "No sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder. Just here to do a paper."
Dean laughed nervously, raising one of his fists. "Recycle man." He stammered, not used to this kind of cover up.
"Bullshit." Jo and Dean eyed the man with shock, who obviously had not bought into their con. "You're friends with that Haley girl right?"
Before Jo could respond, Dean smiled apologetically. "You caught us."
"I told that girl her brother filled out a backcountry permit and won't be back till the 24th. Now I don't know about you, but I wouldn't call that a missing persons."
Dean shook his head with understanding. Jo just watched in awe as the eldest demon took over the interrogation like he had been doing it for years.
"You know what would really help? If I could have a copy of that permit. I feel like if I could actually show Haley her brother's return date, she'd feel better."
….
"What the hell was that?" Jo asked, slapping his arm slightly as they walked out of the station with Dean holding a copy of the permit.
He shrugged casually, a sly grin creeping across his face. "What can I say, I'm a natural. Plus, I watched a lot of criminal movies growing up."
The blonde rolled her eyes as she climbed into the passenger seat, ready to go talk to this Haley girl.
….
As they pulled to a stop in front of Haley Collin's house, they had to park behind an old beige pickup truck.
"Fuck." Dean cursed, sliding down in his seat a little. "Pretty sure that's Bobby's car." He groaned, running a hand through his hair. He had remembered the dreaded vehicle from all their past encounters with the old hunter as well as from seeing it in the salvage yard. "The last thing we need-"
They both stared wide-eyed as John Winchester walked out of the house, his gaze instantly settling on the conspicuous classic car.
"You're in trouble." Jo quipped, watching a look of irritation cross John's face before it landed on her. The blonde shied back into the seat as John walked over to the driver's side, resting his arms in the window as he glanced at the pair who looked as if they had gotten caught with their hand in a cookie jar.
"Hey Dean, Jo. Weird to meet up with you guys here, thought you'd be heading back to Bobby's." John stated with a hint of knowing in his tone.
Dean forced a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "That's kinda a funny story."
….
TBC
So Jo, Dean, Sam, and John are going hunting. How do you think that'll turn out? Please be sure to leave a review! It means a lot and motivates me to try and keep with my one update a day goal! Thanks!