A/N: Ahem, chapter three...it'll get more actionated soon (if thats even a word!) just stick by and please review! I HATE MY DAMN COMPUTER!
SUPERNATURAL
THE SPEAR OF DESTINY
CHAPTER THREE-Sorrow:
"Shhh Jo, it was just a bad dream. Just a nightmare." Dean soothed, running his hands up and down her arms.
She shook her head vigorously.
"Nonononononono." She muttered. "Not after all this,"
"What sweetheart?" Dean asked. More tears slipped forth.
"Myra…she's dead," she sobbed.
Sam gripped her shoulders. "No she's not Jo. It was a dream. Just a dre—"
The youngest was cut off by the shrill ring of Jo's cell phone.
She jumped up and ran across the room to where her phone was charging. She flipped it open and pressed it to her ear.
"H-hello?" She asked shakily.
"Joanna Harvalle?" came a male voice.
"Y-yeah…speaking?" Jo replied, her heart sinking even as she spoke.
"This is Detective Peter Garret from the Brahams county police force. I'm sorry that I have to inform you of this miss, but Myra Stephanie Winchester-Harvalle is dead. We need you to identify the body, if you could just come down to the station, when you're ready,"
Jo made a choking sound deep in her throat as the phone slipped from her hand and cluttered to the ground.
"Jo?" Dean ventured.
The woman didn't answer.
With a sob, she reefed thhe motel door open and disappeared into the night...
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"Jo! Jo, wait!" Dean cried as the door slammed shut behind her.
As the eldest Winchester pulled on a pair of jeans so he could go after her, Sam picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Sam ventured.
"Yes, is Miss. Harvelle still there?" asked the professional voice.
Sam sighed. "No...she, uh, had to get some fresh air," he explained, staring out the misty windowas the Impala sped out of the parking lot, in search for Jo.
"I'm sorry, I'm Detective Peter Garret. To whom am I speaking?" the policeman asked.
"Sam. Winchester," the youngest replied automatically.
"Half brother of Myra Winchester-Harvelle?"
"Yeah," Sam said with a frown.
There was a regretful sigh. "I am very sorry, Mr. Winchester, but your sister was found dead over an hour ago.
Sam blinked. "Excuse me?" he inquired incredulously.
"Please accept my condolences. As i have told Miss. Harvelle, you will have to come down and identify the body..."
A tear slid down Sam's cheek. "Okay...Brahams police?"
"Yes sir," replied Detective Garret. "Good evening to you sir,"
The phone clicked and the "engaged" tone beeped in his ear.
They had just found out their half sibling was dead.
Have a good evening my ass, Sam thought bitterly.
Dean kept his eyes alert as he peeled down the old, barely used highway.
"Damn! She can't have gone far!" He swore.
The girl definitely had some speed on her.
Suddenly, he spotted her.
She was curled up on a grass embankment, trembling visibly.
He eased his foot of the gas and rode the break gently, so as not to startle her too much as he pulled to the side.
With a flick of his wrist, the engine dies and he pushed the door open.
"Jo? Sweetheart?" Dean called gently, approaching her slowly.
She didn't answer. The only sounds she made were the choking sobs that racked her body.
The eldest hunter crouched down by her shaking form and touched her softly.
She flinched slightly and Dean bit his lip.
"What is it baby?" he asked, pulling her into him with calming movements.
He needn't have asked. He knew what the problem was.
Jo peered at him, her face red and blotchy from crying. Her dark eyes were hurt and distant.
Her mouth opened and closed several times before she finally spoke.
"Myra...she's..." she trailed off quietly.
"I'm sorry Jo...I'm so sorry," He held her tighter as a fresh wave of tears spilled from her eyes.
A few even slipped from his own.
"S-s-she was your sister too, Dean," she sobbed, curling her fists arouns his biceps.
Dean pulled back slowly, holding her face in his palms.
"It's okay Jo...she was suffering,"
More tears rolled own her cheeks and dripped off her nose.
The older man kissed them away, but they were soon replaced, also by his own.
"C'mon babe, Sammy'll worry," Dean said, taking a shuddering breath.
Jo nodded slowly and took his hand compliantly, allowing him to pull her to her feet.
His strong arm led her to the passenger side and the door opened, allowing her to slide into the vehicle.
Dean rounded the car and slipped in behind the wheel. He put the keys in the ignition, but he didn't start the car.
He threw a glance toward Jo.
"I'm fine," she said flatly as her head rested on the cold window.
"Jo, I know you're not okay..."
"Deam," she said in a warning tone.
The elder hunter pursed his lips. "Fine,"
He turned the key and pulled the wheel moodily. The Impala swung into a sharp U-turn and they began the quiet ride back to the motel.
Sam stood in the doorway, waiting with tear trails dried on his face.
Dean climbed out of the car, his face stony.
As he walked through the door, he patted Sam on the shoulder and approached the bed.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked as Dean pulled a pillow and a blanket from the bed.
"Sleeping on the floor," He muttered.
"Don't be stupid, Dean," Jo said, climbing into bed with a sigh.
"So I'm stupid am I?" Dean snapped.
Sam had a sinking feeling that there was trouble in paradise.
"I didn't say that. Just get into bed,"
"I'm happy right here," he said stubbornly.
"Fine," Jo mumbled, rolling over facing away from him.
Sam sighed. "Both of you stop it,"
Dean glared up at his brother. "Stay out of it Sammy boy, its none of your god damned business. Go to sleep," Dean ordered.
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Jo woke again in the darkness, her heart racing against her ribs.
She felt horrible for snapping at Dean, and right now, she needed him.
Jo slowly climbed out of bed and padded toward her boyfriend, or Ex, if she wasn't careful. And she definitely didn't want to lose him.
Droppin slowly before, Dean stirred and his eyes opened.
"What do you want?" he asked coldly, peering at the girl hovering above him. Something wet fell to his cheek, and he realized she was crying.
"I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to snap...and I'm not okay. Please..."
Jo slid next to him and buried her face inti the crook of his neck.
Dean softened and held her tight.
"It's okay baby, i shouldn't have been mad."
The elder hunter lifted her. "C'mon, lets get you to bed. You can sleep in tomorrow,"
"No...they want me to come to the station and...they want me too..." She took a sharp breath.
"What is it sugar?"
"They want us to identify the...corpse..." she whispered the last part and tears fell once more.
"Jo, you don't have to...me and Sammy can. You can stay in the car..."
Jo shook her head. "No...I have to...say goodbye," she sobbed.
"Shh," Dean said. "C'mon sweetheart. Bedtime," Dean carried her close then put her back to bed, snuggling in next to her.
"My sister...our sister...I c-" She drew in a shaky breath. "I can't believe she's gone,"
Dean put a finger to her lips. "Shh. Just relax. Close your eyes,"
Jo did as she was told and felt as Dean's lips brushed gently of each lid.
"Sleep,"
She yawned, closing off her mind to all thoughts, before succumbing to exhaustion...
Sorry that was a tad...slow and not very actionful, you'll get more next chapter, i swear!