They were just gone…
Tears fell from Sarah's eyes, rushing fast and powerfully over the dried blood of her cut, lightening it places, making it wet, fresh, rosy again.
"Ashley…" she paused, "Sam…They're…They're both gone." Sarah choked out the last words, blinking her gaze to Dean. He stared straight ahead. Jo fell back and let go of the door. Her hands rushed to her face. He lay his left hand around her waist to steady her and caught the door gently with the other. She needed his hand there, to stop her from falling, but it did nothing to quell the burn in the pit of her stomach, it only flushed it anew. She felt like she was going over a speed bump at 100mph, and she couldn't stop.
"I don't understand." Dean said quietly, not able to make his voice as loud as he wanted, needed it to be.
Jo shook her head, involuntarily shaking tears from her eyes in doing so.
Sarah knew that she had to explain, whether Jo wanted to hear it or not. "We heard a noise, downstairs…Something…Someone got into the house."
"Something?" Dean said gruffly, and Jo could see some sort of mission switch turn on in his head, and emotion turn off. He stood completely focused, like he knew he'd need to be to get his little girl back, to get his brother back.
"It looked human," Sarah continued, "but it's eyes. Its eyes, they were black. I threw holy water on it. We have some by the bed. Always have…but its didn't do much to stop it. It flinched and that's when I saw it's eyes…but it didn't stop it." Sarah had never seen a demon. They'd stopped hunting serious stuff like that before her and Sam got together properly. Sam had told her enough to protect herself, and by the sounds of it kept things around the house, but Dean didn't expect Sarah to be able to stop a demon having never faced one before. He doubted even Jo could face a demon after all these years, so Sarah, someone who was never a hunter…He didn't blame her for anything, but it was still a hard story to hear. This story of missed opportunities and slip-ups.
"What happened? Where did it take them?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." Sarah said crying, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Jo." She turned to her friend who shook her head again, but went to hug her, needing her embrace as much as Sarah needed Jo's forgiveness. "Sam told me to hide in the bathroom, brought Ashley to me. We hid, but it got by him somehow. It got in. I threw the water, and then it hit me. I fell. When I woke up they were…They were just gone." she continued between sobs, "I guess it thought I was dead; left me behind. I was unconscious for hours."
Dean huffed painfully behind them and Jo turned. She knew what she saw in his eyes, the old Dean. He was thinking 'how could they track something that had hours on them?'
"Well black eyes means demon, so at least we can start there." Jo said wiping the tears away and turning to go inside, get her stuff; get clothes. Actually do something.
"No." Sarah shouted, only loud enough to halt them both and make them face her again as she reached into her pocket.
Dean was now in front of Jo reaching for the paper that emerged. He stared.
"See?…There." She pointed. "Its not a demon. It must have been a person, because it's the only one that could have left that."
"What is it?" Jo asked rushing forward after looking at Dean for sometime. She had become worried that he wasn't moving, or saying anything. Just staring. She looked down at the paper, and still didn't understand. "Does that mean something to you?" she asked him desperately.
"Remember Duluth?" he said blankly.
She looked back at the paper. The word that only meant something to Dean. Now it meant something to her too. That one word. A name.
'Meg.'
AN:- Okay sorry for the short update, but like I said Im really busy with exams and stuff at Uni...but here's a little bit more of the story and hopefully I'll have the next Chapter up soon too...