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SUPERNATURAL

THE SPEAR OF DESTINY

CHAPTER SEVEN-The Message:

"You are Constantine…the John Constantine…once,"

John bent to Midnite's level, haven risen in his agitation.

"This isn't the usual game, I can feel it…Something's coming. Something big. And I have to stop it."

"Ooh…spooky," came a new voice.

"Balthazar,"

The newcomer rolled a gold coin across his fingers as he stepped forward.

"That expression alone, has made my entire night," Balthazar said, shrugging his richly suited body.

"I'll make your night," John said vehemently, approaching the handsome man by the door. "I'll deport your sorry ass you half-breed son-of-a-bitch!"

Midnite slammed a fist on his poker table.

"You know the rules of my house. While you are here you will abide by them,"

Balthazar stepped forward.

"Johnny boy…word is, you're on your way down. Fresh…meat," he sucked his fingers. "Finger lickin' good,"

"We have a meeting now, John," Midnite said.

Suddenly, a pain blossomed in John's chest, and he began to cough violently. He knew what was happening.

"What? I didn't catch that," Balthazar said, turning his body slightly in his chair.

John pushed the door open, and holding a handkerchief to his mouth, rushed through the current moshpit of the dance floor.

Blood splattered the white material and he sighed.

This is gonna be a long year…

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"God, am I glad to get outta there," Jo stated, thumbing the hospital behind her as they approached the Impala.

"Yeah, I bet," Dean, said with a smile…but there was something else. Jo had noticed that ever since she had woken up in hospital, the brothers had been acting strange.

She originally planned to keep her mouth shut, but it was all too much. She couldn't handle the looks that they kept throwing her.

"Right, that's it." Jo said stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, her hands set defiantly on her hips.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Before I go any further, I wanna know what the hell has gotten into you guys!"

Dean frowned, feigning innocence.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Dean replied, keeping his gaze steady.

"Bullshit," Jo spat. "Ever since I woke up you two have been acting odd! You're treating me as if I have some kind of deadly disease! What the hell aren't you telling me?"

"We just don't wanna hurt you, Jo," Sam said softly.

"Look at me boys! Does it look like I'm currently in any pain?" Jo inquired, spreading her arms.

"We could make it worse," Dean muttered.

Jo tilted her head. "Make what worse?"

"Never mind. Get in the car." Dean opened the rear passenger door.

"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on." Jo crossed her arms over her chest and stood, tapping a foot impatiently on the sidewalk.

"Nothing is going on," Dean said, grabbing her arm and dragging her toward the car.

Jo struggled and squirmed. "Let me go Dean, I'm not going anywhere!" she cried as he shoved her into the backseat.

Pain sliced through her abdomen and she bit her lip to stop from crying out.

The two men bundled into the front seat and Dean started the car, revving the engine before he pulled out onto the street.

"Where are we staying?" Jo mumbled.

"A little place just outside of time. We need to sort a few things out before we head off."

"Like what?" Jo asked.

"Stuff," and Dean said no more.

"Oh, this is lovely," Jo deadpanned, looking around the room with a look of utter disgust and distaste on her face.

"Sorry princess, no royal suites available," Dean returned with a grin.

Jo just rolled her eyes to the ceiling and scrunching her nose up at the sight of the spotty mould.

"You could've at least got us the servants quarters," she mumbled, throwing her duffle bag onto the bed closest to the door.

Sam sighed. "I'm going for a shower," he declared, before disappearing.

Jo flumped onto the bed. "Oh well, I may as well make use of the stay," she said more to herself, than to Dean.

"Oh yeah?"

"I'm gonna find out what happened to Myra,"

"Nothing happened Jo. She was sick, she…"

"She didn't kill herself Dean. She wouldn't. Something was messing with her,"

"Sweetheart, you know she wasn't right in the head, but she also knew that she didn't want to be locked up anymore, so she escaped the only way she could…"

Tears slipped from Jo's eyes.

"I refuse to believe it." She said flatly.

"Joanna…"

She looked up. He had never called her by her full name before.

"There is nothing that anyone could've done…"

"NO! God dammit Dean! Stop! She can't have killed herself! She's in Heaven! We can't both be condemned to the same fate…"

Dean frowned. "Jo…are you hiding something that we could help you with?"

"No,"

"Please…"

"You can't fucking save me, nobody can!"

"Tell me Jo, tell me so I can help!"

"No, you can't. Sam can't. I'm screwed!"

"Okay…alright. So you wanna find out what happened to Myra. None of us can go in and get the tapes; the police have seen us. We're gonna need some outside help."

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Bobby flashed his fake FBI badge and was admitted immediately.

I hope these kids know what they're in for, He thought as the senior sergeant led him through the halls of the police station.

"So special agent Holt, you're here for the Myra Winchester-Harvelle case? What's so secret about that? Just a loony who committed suicide!" he said with jovial laugh.

Bobby narrowed his eyes. "We are led to believe otherwise. That is why I need to see the tapes."

"Okay sir, no need to get hostile, I'm just joshing. Why do you care anyway?"

"I'm her godfather," Bobby snapped, wiping the smile instantly from the sergeant's face.

"Oh, my deepest regrets sir. I shall get you the tapes," He said, scurrying away.

Bobby sniggered quietly to himself.

Yep, he still had it.

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"Thanks Bobby," Sam said, taking the file from the older man. "You sure you can't stay?"

Bobby Singer shook his head. "Nah, can't. Gotta get back to the yard. But you will call if something comes up. You'll get into contact with me? Or Ellen at least?"

From the bed, Jo snorted. "As if. We'll call you Bobby. I'm not getting her involved,"

Bobby looked confused.

"Not exactly on the best of terms with Ellen at the moment, I'm afraid Bobby," Sam said with an apologetic smile. "Have a safe drive,"

"Thanks Sammy, I will,"

The door shut gently behind him and Sam took the disc out of the yellow padded envelope.

"Alright. Here we go,"

The three of them crowded around the laptop as Sam slipped the disc in the DVD drive.

Between both the brothers, Jo stood, shaking. Not sure she could witness the death of her sister.

Dean turned to her.

"You can sit this out if you want," he said gently.

Jo shook her head.

She had to know what happened.

The disc booted and the image of the rooftop flickered.

Sam hit play.

The screen flickered a few times, before Myra came rushing out the door, tears flowing freely down her face.

Jo choked back coming tears as her elder sister stood at the edge, and slowly turned, letting the hospital band flutter away on the wind.

"Constantine," came her voice, haunting and distant.

Then she turned, and let herself fall.

Jo clapped a hand over mouth and turned, sobbing silently.

Dean wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair.

"Shhh, relax sweetheart," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

"I need to watch it again," Jo stammered, pulling away and rewinding the film.

For the second time she watched her sister burst through the door and stand at the edge, but this time, naught was said.

They all frowned.

"Sammy, did you get the name?"

"Yeah, Constantine."

"Good. We have some visiting to do tomorrow."

Missouri awoke.

They had figured it out.

"I suppose I had better warn him," she muttered to herself, as she picked up the phone, and dialled the number.

After all, he will be dealing with the Winchesters…

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