A/N: I think some action will start now! Enjoy!
SUPERNATURAL
THE SPEAR OF DESTINY
CHAPTER FOUR: Etched
"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 into 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...
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Jo looked down at her abdomen as the water pounded her shoulders and back.
She ran her finger across the thin, long scar that marred her belly, and sighed.
It was where Christabella had stabbed her, a constant reminder of how much her sister had given up for her.
She had never told the brothers, but the pain still troubled her, although she had long since healed, a twinge of agony would spike her abdomen every once in a while.
She just did well to hide it.
Jo leant against the cold tile and slid slowly to the floor as the waves of familiar pain swept through her body, much as it had the day that Christabella plunged the dagger into her gut.
That was the day she thought she was going to die.
She took deep, steady breaths, as she did always, and tried to ride the pain, focusing on the sound of the roaring water in her ears.
Relax…she told herself…it usually helped, her breathing and self motivation and sure enough, the pain died away, leaving the lingering smell of fear and the sweet breath of relief.
Standing, Jo turned the taps off, wrapped a fluffy towel around her body and dried her hair and body vigorously.
Minute's later, wearing tight hipster jeans and a white collared tank top, she emerged from the steamy ensuite and into the immaculate main room.
All bags were packed and the brothers sat around the small dining table, talking.
Dean looked up as the bathroom door clicked shut behind her.
"You good?" He asked.
"Yeah," she replied uncertainly. "Coffee?"
Dean smiled and handed her a Styrofoam cup. "Breakfast of champions,"
Jo gave him a half smile in return and took a sip of the liquid, wincing as it burnt her tongue.
"Are you…you know?" Sam inquired.
"Yeah Sammy, I'm ready. Lets just get this over with."
"That really is a bad habit, John,"
Chas Cramer commented as the man in the backseat sparked his third cigarette in a row.
"Just shut up and drive," John snapped.
Chas shrugged. "Man…I'm just sayin', that shit's gross. It can fuck you up," he replied, coming to a screeching halt as the lights changed rapidly.
"It probably already has. You want one?"
"Why the hell not?" Chas accepted the smoke and lit it, taking a deep drag.
The lights changed and his foot slammed the gas.
"You're a hypocrite," John commented, a hint of a smile crossing his lips.
"We're here," Chas said, having finally reached the county hospital.
He parked behind a black Impala and smiled.
"Man, that is one sweet ride…"
From the front of the car, two men in their early to mid twenties got out, one taller with shaggy hair and brooding, downcast eyes, the other, slightly shorter had his hair gelled into spikes and an air of cockiness followed him as he rounded the rear of the car.
Chas stared as the rear door opened, revealing a petite blonde. Toned and slightly muscular with perfect pouting lips and high cheekbones, she was the sexiest woman he had ever seen.
"Dude…John…whew, talk about ass spankable!"
Constantine rolled his eyes in an exasperated fashion and got out of the car, walking by briskly and entering the main door of the hospital.
The three from the Chevy entered afterwards.
As John stepped into the lift, the blonde cried: "Hold the door!"
John cocked an eyebrow and hit the closing button.
"Take the stairs sweetheart," he shot back smirking as the small blonde swore and flipped him off.
"Fucking asshole," Jo muttered as they descended the stairs to the morgue.
As they approached the doors, Jo could feel herself begin to tremble.
"Jo, are you sure that you can do this?" Sam asked, squeezing her hand.
She gave him a quick nod and approached the front desk of the medical examiners office, where a dark-haired woman shuffled through the unorganized mess agitatedly.
"Um, excuse me? I'm Jo Harvelle. I was looking for a Detective Peter Garret." Jo said, surprising the woman.
The young woman gave her a genuine smile.
"He's off duty at the moment, but you'll be meeting with Detective Woody Hoight when he comes back from lunch. I'm Dr. Cavanaugh, by the way. Jordan."
Jo gave her a tiny smile. "Its…uh, nice to meet you. Umm…could I…we, see our sister. Please?"
Dr. Cavanaugh nodded. "Of course. Myra Winchester-Harvelle. I'm very sorry for your loss. Just hold on a minute,"
She shifted the pile of folders around until a small phone was revealed.
"Knew the sucker was there somewhere," she commented, mostly to herself.
She dialled a number and drummed her fingers impatiently as it rang.
"Ah Nige…we've got Myra's half siblings here. I was wondering if you could come and…you know? I have an autopsy to finish," she said.
A few unintelligible words were heard over the phone before Jordan thanked said 'Nige' and hung up with a smile.
"Dr. Nigel Townsend is on his way…he'll take you to her." Jordan smiled again, retrieved what she was looking for with an "Ah-ha!" and strode away, leaving the three in the quiet waiting room.
Several minutes they stood in awkward silence before an extremely tall man, with long dark-brown hair and sharp facial features, joined them. He's twinkling blue eyes held sincerity and conviction as he smiled at them.
"Nigel Townsend," he introduced in a charming British accent. "You must be Joanna, Sam and Dean."
They nodded in unison.
"I'm very sorry that this happened. Would you please follow me?"
He turned and loped down the long corridor, the trio of hunters following closely behind.
Reaching the end of the hall, he pushed open the doors and allowed the three to enter.
Jo froze, and her legs turned to jelly.
An odd combination…
She was so pale, on the steel table, with nothing covering her but a blue sheet.
It was like seeing herself dead.
Dean caught her before she fell.
Tears flowed free again.
Jo's hands hovered above the body, un-touching.
"Miss. Harvelle…could I ask? Was your sister into self mutilation?"
Jo frowned. "No!" she exclaimed.
Nigel lifted her right arm and on the fleshy part of the inside of her wrist, was a symbol, etched into the skin.
It was a circle, with a cross through it, though the lines never intercepted.
Dean frowned.
With tentative movements, Jo touched her sister's wrist.
As her hand closed around the symbol, an excruciating pain exploded throughout her body.
She screamed, unable to let go as she felt her abdomen split.
A red stain blossomed through her shirt as the blood from her previously sealed wound, flowed once more.
Dean, Sam and Nigel stepped forth, trying to get to her, but an invisible force held them back as Jo's life-blood continued to gush from her.
"Jo!" Dean cried, as she sunk to the floor, Myra's cold wrist, slipping from her grip.
Once the contact was broken, the force blinked away and Dean rushed forward, holding her head and pressing a hand to the wound to staunch the bleeding.
"Get some help!" He ordered the bewildered M.E as Jo screamed her agony.
"D-d-dean…There was…" her eyes began to slide shut.
"Jo, What?" Dean asked.
"Something…a…"
"Jo!" Dean exclaimed as she twisted weakly in his arms.
"God…the pain…" she whispered.
Hot tears of pain dripped from her chin and onto her once white shirt, mingling with the ones that fell from Dean's eyes.
"Stay with me, babe," Dean whispered imploringly as the emergency team rushed through the doors.
Sam gripped his shoulder's and pulled him aside, so the medics could do their job.
"Get me a unit of O-neg blood! Stat!" One cried as they examined her heart rate and blood pressure.
"BP is 170/60 and falling. Heart rate is rising. Hit her with two cc's of Hypodremanan!"
They wheeled the gurney to the emergency elevator and pushed her in, the brothers not far behind.
The heart monitor sped up before switching to a flat line and a continuous, droning beep.
"She's gone into V-fib! We need to intubate!"
"No! Please Jo! Don't leave me!" Dean cried as they applied gelatine lubrication to the paddles.
"Charge to one-fifty!" the rubbed the paddles together and placed hem on her chest. "Clear!"
As the shock raced through her body, her back arched of the bed, but the heart monitor remained at the same tone.
"Charging to one-eighty! Clear!" She arched again.
Dean gripped his brother's arm.
"Two-hundred. Clear!" The monitor beeped.
She was alive.
"We're back into sinus rhythm. Lets get her to surgery,"
The doors opened and they wheeled her off, leaving Dean to pace the waiting room, with bloody hands and Sam not to far behind.
"God Sammy," he said, sitting down after five minutes of pacing.
He didn't care that the chairs were uncomfortable. "We almost fucking lot her again,"
Sam sat next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "She's alright though…I mean, she pulled through.
Man, I know you're scared. I am too. But we need to have a little faith and believe she'll pull through.
She'll be okay Dean, you know Jo, she's as stubborn as you are!"
Dean allowed himself to be slightly comforted, but he couldn't help but feeling that this was the beginning of something. Something big…
TBC…
Hope you enjoyed! A little more action coming up. Didn't intend on using characters from Crossing Jordan…it just kind happened. Review please; you just might make my day!