A/N: Two updates in one day. Go me! This entire story is dedicated to SkulduggeryBathlidaSpark and her Demon Dean!
Joanna Beth Harvelle blinked, allowing her brown eyes to adjust to the morning light. She sat up as she realized that she was in an empty motel room.
"Mom?" she called out to the empty room. When silence answered her she remembered. Crowley, Carthage, the hellhounds. The one thing she didn't remember, however, was what happened after.
Sighing, Jo removed the blanket to get up but stopped when she saw the scars. What had once been such severe wounds that they claimed her life were now puckered and pink. She ran her fingers over them hesitantly.
She was brought out of her daze by catching sight of clothes on the foot of the bed. Trying to ignore the scars, she put on the clothes but a flash of something in the mirror made her pause. Turning slightly, Jo's eyes widened as she saw her right hip. There just under her scars was a red raised handprint.
Jo's hand slipped down her torso to rest on the handprint, which was a fair bit bigger than hers. Jo closed her eyes as she felt heat radiate from the handprint.
"What the hell happened to me?" the huntress asked, quietly. Shaking her head she slipped on the clothes she recognized as ones she had left at Bobby's. Luckily she found a cell phone hidden in the pair of jeans.
She dialed Bobby's number to find it disconnected. Then she dialed Sam and got his voicemail. Sighing she dialed Dean.
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The newly made Knight of Hell was watching the young huntress and jumped when his phone awoke. His hand flew to his back pocket. Normally he ignored it. Only two people contacted him by that phone and he couldn't be bothered by either of them.
Suddenly the King appeared next to his knight, his eyes also on the huntress who had the phone pressed to her ear.
"I had wondered where she had gone," the King stated plainly.
Dean shook his head. "She wasn't yours to take."
Crowley shrugged. "The hounds mark the damned but she was damned long before they touched her."
Dean straightened. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"
Crowley glared at the younger demon. "I'm making sure you don't get distracted."
Dean didn't take his eyes off Jo who had hung up the phone and was laying on the bed, probably praying for Castiel. But he wouldn't show. Not while Dean was there.
"She's not a distraction," Dean replied. "Besides I don't have emotions, remember?"
Crowley sighed. "My boys will be watching," he warned before disappearing.
Dean clinched his fists and followed his King.