A/N: Okay, finally, an update for you all! I'm not entirely happy with all of this chapter, but it happens. Hopefully you'll all enjoy it and never fear, I am starting on the next chapter this weekend too. And as always...the hugest of thanks to LovinJackson and Deb for their feedback as I wrote this. Love ya guys!
"Then one of the twelve, called Judas Iscariot, went unto the chief priests, and said unto them, 'What will ye give me, and I will deliver Him unto you?' And they covenanted with him for thirty pieces of silver. And from that time he sought opportunity to betray Him." — Matthew 26:14-16
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Sleep wasn't something that Sam found easy at the best of times and the night before had certainly rated pretty freaking high on his Shit Happens scale. Nightmares had haunted him. Horrid visions of his brother burning in Hell, broken and twisted at Sam's feet while he was crowned as the new King with a crown made out of the bones of infants. His father crucified, wings blazing….
It had woken Sam in a cold sweat, his body trembling, his mind needing a few moments to discern nightmare from reality. Elise had been curled into him, one arm slid across his chest almost possessively. Her touch when she had tended to his wound, was so soft and gentle. It was a touch Sam had begun to crave. Her presence so soothing, so comforting. An oasis in a world gone mad.
But Sam wasn't stupid. He'd seen the fear in Elise's eyes. He knew she was starting to feel out of her depth with everything that had happened and he could hardly blame her. There were so many times he had felt the same way when he was younger, wondering why he had to live this life when others could be normal?
There was nothing normal now about the world. They'd stopped Hell from unleashing, but it was still battle scarred and broken. Communications were severed, cities burning. It would take a long time to rebuild things and Sam knew that mean that Elise was stranded here, away from her family. He had to protect her. Make sure she would be able to defend herself if he wasn't around…..not that Elise hadn't already proven she could handle herself.
The sun had crept over the horizon an hour ago and Sam had left the motel room to sit outside on the hood of the Impala, looking out at the sunrise and listening to the silence that had soaked into the town nearby. It was a moment of peace he needed after the fight.
The strong, enticing scent of coffee filled the air and he turned to find Elise beside him, offering a large motel property mug of coffee to him. "Thought you could do with some heart starter this morning. It's only instant though."
"Thanks." Sam ducked his head in gratitude as he took it, taking a sip and letting the acidic taste wash away the ill feelings still left from the night before. He shifted over a little and let Elise sit next to him. She had a blanket around her shoulders to combat the early morning chill and as she sat down, Elise threw half of it over Sam's shoulders and slid up closer.
It was a bold move for her and it drew a smile from Sam as he watched Elise staring out at the morning around them. " Anyone else awake yet?"
" That Andy guy is snoring up a storm in there. I think your Dad was getting ready to smother him with a pillow before Connor wandered out. Now they're watching movies on the laptop." Elise informed him, grinning. "Although your Dad's pretty damn good at snoring too…"
Sam laughed. "Yeah, those wings kept him from getting comfortable. Maybe we need to get a swing and a bell?"
Elise had just taken a sip of her coffee and she coughed hard, trying not to choke. She shot Sam a playful glare until he patted her back to soothe her coughing. "You're making the next bloody coffee for that little stunt, mate. And you can rustle up some breakfast for us too."
Sam quirked an eyebrow, a bemused smile appearing. "Oh really? I've got a better idea…how about we go out back and I give you some lessons on how to handle a gun? I mean, you did a great job with that girl from what you told me last night, but it wouldn't hurt for you to have some more practice. You game?"
From a rooftop nearby, a dark figure watched the pair through a telescopic sight on his rifle. All he had to do was squeeze the trigger and Sam Winchester's head would disappear in a spray of red, like a water balloon exploding.
His companion was crouched next to him. "What are you waiting for? Take the shot."
"No." Gordon Walker lowered his rifle, running the back of his hand across his brow. "It's too easy. I want Sam to feel some of the pain he's inflicted on this world when he opened that Hellgate. Then I'll take him out."
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Skye had been awake for the past two hours. Connor had crawled out of bed to go look for his "Poppy" over an hour ago, but Skye couldn't bring herself to move. Dean was spooned in behind her, his arm draped over her stomach, his face buried in her hair. Skye felt so warm, so safe in his arms right now. She didn't want to wake him and lose this moment, every minute with Dean suddenly seeming so very precious. Irreplaceable.
Dean had held her until she fell asleep, humming Metallica to her and promising that everything would be alright, she just had to trust him. And Skye did. More than anyone she had ever known in her life. It was unbearable to imagine losing him, so instead, Skye forced the thought away and snuggled in deeper against Dean, her body melting into his like two halves of a locket being rejoined.
A smile crossed her lips when a moment later, Dean's hand moved from her stomach, sliding slowly up her body until it was cupping one breast. His lips caressed her ear, sending butterflies through Skye's stomach and she let out a small frustrated groan. "Stop that….we can't."
"Who says?" Dean's voice was warm and husky in her ear.
Skye felt her resolve wavering for a moment. "Your Dad's in the next room with Connor. It'd feel weird."
"They'll never know…." Dean promised, the gravel in his voice sending a rush through Skye. His hand was sweeping up and down her side, fingertips ghosting over her skin and making her break out in goose bumps.
"Dean….we can't…"
His hand stopped for a moment, resting on Skye's hipbone as he whispered again in her ear. "Later? We'll get our own room?"
Skye rolled over in his arms, locking eyes with those dazzling green orbs of Dean's, her smile becoming seductive along with her voice. "Now that sounds like a plan…."
Dean leaned in and began to kiss down along Skye's neck, burning a trail across her skin as she arched her back and sighed in pleasure. After a moment, Skye pulled away. "Later…. Right now we need to go get Connor some breakfast. I'm starving."
Strong arms stopped her from getting too far as Dean leaned in again, capturing her lips with his, his tongue parting them and exploring. Skye moaned into the kiss her hands sliding across Dean's bare chest before she reluctantly pulled away again. " Dean, breakfast? I'm hungry."
" So am I…" He rumbled huskily in Skye's ear. He sat back, looking mildly affronted as Skye giggled. " What?"
" You do realise you sounded like a porn star? Any minute now you'll be asking to clean ze pool." Skye laughed, putting on a terrible accent.
Her laughter exploded a moment later as Dean started tickling her. " Porn star, huh? You mocking my skills?"
Skye tried to wriggle out of his grasp as Dean's hands mercilessly grabbed at her knees and the soft skin above her thigh until she was breathless. Then Dean pulled her close and ran his lips down her neck, nipping and biting with the utmost care, listening to the reaction he was getting from Skye as she all but purred and melted in his arms. How she could have even contemplated putting him off until later, was a complete mystery to Skye as his hands roamed over her body in synch with his lips.
One hand slid under her panties and slid them down before Skye rolled towards him, feeling his own body already well and truly reacting to her. She placed her hands on his shoulders and got Dean to lie on his back, reaching down to slide off his boxers with Dean's help, before she climbed on top and just sank down onto him.
Dean let out a deep, low animal rumble that travelled right through his chest. This felt so good, so right. His hands moved up to cup Skye's breasts as he rocked his hips and buried himself in her with each thrust. Watching every single expression on Skye's face as she rode him, her eyes locked on his. Dean was well aware of how thin the walls were, that Dad would be able to hear them….and he didn't care. Some small, silly teenage part of his brain was thrilled by the idea, but mostly, he was just all too happy to lose himself in the moment. Lose himself in this beautiful woman that was so willing to give herself to him, body and soul. Her life, her son…she wanted to share it all with him and let Dean have what he thought was never meant to be his. He was willing to die for this, because just for the chance to touch that life, to have a taste of it….was worth it to him.
Leaning forward, Skye captured Dean's mouth as she continued to rock her hips, meeting every thrust of Dean's with one of her own. The pace building as her body began to tremble, feeling that horizon rushing closer, knowing she was going to tumble over the abyss and needing it so badly, that it brought tears to her eyes. Dean's hands gripped her hips, keeping her grounded as his thrusts became faster, harder, in perfect synch with Skye as his body joined hers, his eyes squeezed shut, a quiet growl of sheer pleasure escaping him as he came.
Skye stayed were she was for a moment, her hands cupping his face and just watching him, before she slipped off and curled up beside him, her head on Dean's chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was so strong, so powerful beneath her. Like listening to the heart beat of a wild horse. Her hand slid over the top of it, resting there beside her cheek and just feeling the life within Dean.
No matter what it took, Skye would hold onto this.
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If anyone had ever told John Winchester that he would have sat through something like this…and enjoyed it? He would have thought they were insane. Hell, maybe he was getting soft in his old age? Or maybe it was as simple as being drawn back to a time when things had been simple and John had no bigger concerns than his weekly pay check, making Mary happy and spending time with his sons.
" Again, Poppy? Play again?" Connor asked, holding John's hands with his own as he sat on John's lap. The little boy had a huge smile on his face as John leaned forward and hit play on the video. John had no real idea who these "Wiggles" were beyond a few songs that had been drummed into him while Dean had been in his coma…but Connor sure seemed to love them. John on the other hand, wasn't entirely sure if four grown men in coloured skivvies dancing with a guy with a feather sword, was the right sort of thing for Connor to be watching?
Connor started to act out the actions of the song, using John's hands as he tried to sing along with the words.
Skye opened the bedroom door quietly and saw the scene unfolding before her. It stole her breath and she signalled Dean to come and look, moving aside so he could peek through the door. He gave her a puzzled look, then turned to peer through the door…and found his throat closing up as he was confronted by a sight he knew all too well….from his own childhood. Dean could recall sitting on his father's lap, with those huge hands all calloused and stained from working in the garage every day. John would let him count his fingers or play This Little Piggy and tickle Dean until he was out of breath. It was one of the things Dean missed desperately after the fire. His father had lost that side of himself, too buried in grief and anger.
Too see it again, caused Dean's throat to close up, an ache to set into his chest. For all the times his father had been forced to push them hard, to be a marine and make sure they would survive the next hunt. It was heartening to see the man his father had once been, wasn't lost after all.
It seemed so wrong to break up the moment, but now they had gotten out of bed, both Dean and Skye was starving. A breakfast hunt was definitely on the agenda. Clearing his throat, Dean opened the door properly and stepped out with Skye. He was pleased to see his father's smile, even if he did look like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. " I was wondering when you two were getting up?"
Dean scratched the back of his head and chuckled quietly, wondering if his father had actually heard them? " Yeah…well, we…uhhh, thought we'd take Connor for a walk and see if we could find some breakfast in town. That is, if you can tear yourself away from the Wiggles?" He couldn't help but smirk at his father.
"Should I be worried that you actually know who these guys are, Dean?" John retorted, grinning as he saw the smirk fade from his son's face. He gently lifted Connor off his lap and onto the floor, then got up off the bed and stretched, his wings unfurling fully. Grabbing a pillow from the bed, he pitched it at Andy, who was snoring wetly on the opposite bed. The younger man shot upright like he'd been struck with electricity, rubbing at his eyes before he gave everyone in the room a sheepish grin. "Hey…sorry, was I snoring?"
Skye looked at though she had seen a ghost, the bloody draining from her face, before it filled with fury. " You! What the hell are you doing here?" Skye looked at John. "What is he doing here? He's one of them! He's no better than the rest of them!"
Skye lunged for Andy. " You forced me to open that gate! You made me do it!"
" Whoa, whoa…." Dean grabbed Skye by the waist and held her back. " Okay, time out, babe…come on." He pulled her across the motel room while Andy skittered back across the bed away from Skye, his hands raised defensively. Connor scrambled up into John's arms, frightened by his mother's sudden display of anger.
" Let me go, Dean! He was inside my head!" Skye raged, fighting against Dean with a strength that surprised him. "I trusted him! You were supposed to be on my side!" Skye yelled over Dean's shoulder at Andy. "How about you let me crawl around in your head for a while, huh? Make you do something against your will!"
" Skye! Skye! Leave it!" Dean was still holding her back with everything he had. Man, it was like trying to hold onto a freaking wildcat! Skye kept twisting and struggling, her eyes dark with rage…darker than Dean had ever seen. "Skye! You're scaring Connor!"
Like a bucket of ice water had been poured over her, Skye stopped, the rage dying away as she looked towards Connor and saw him clinging to John, terrified. What the hell was she thinking? Scaring her son like that?
" I…I only did it to save you…" Andy was babbling quietly. He went silent the moment Dean turned and looked at him, sinking back further towards the corner of the room.
"Just leave it, Andy. You did what you had to. We get it. Doesn't mean Skye's gonna like it anytime soon and it sure as hell doesn't mean I will either. But we get it." Dean informed the smaller man. He turned back to Skye, seeing her still fixated on Andy and snapping his fingers in front of her face. " Hey…..hey!"
Skye turned her attention to Dean, her eyes still stormy but fear was hiding in there too and Dean knew he had to get Skye out of the room there and then. " Come on. Breakfast, remember? There's gotta be something in this town to eat…" He held Skye's hand firmly in his, leading her towards the door. John stepped forward, Connor reaching out towards Dean and wrapping his little arms around Dean's neck, hugging tightly.
"We'll be back." Dean stated, looking back at Andy. "Probably best if you're not here when that happens, Andy." He understood that Andy wasn't one of the bad guys. But that didn't change the fact Skye was scared of him and Dean couldn't blame her. He'd wanted to kill Andy himself, when he heard that Andy was forcing Skye to open the gate. But Dean didn't want to deal with that right now. He didn't want to do anything other than find something to eat and spend time with Connor and Skye. Something nice and normal for once.
John waited until Dean, Skye and Connor were gone, before he started to pack away the laptop, keeping himself occupied while Andy composed himself again. "Dean's right, Andy. I know you didn't ask for any of this, but right now, I have to take care of my family and Skye is part of that. It's best if you didn't stay around."
"Yeah…yeah, sure." Andy nodded, still a bundle of nervous energy, like a Yorkie pup that had been kicked. He headed for the door, when he was stopped by John blocking his escape.
" Wait." John intoned, watching as Andy stepped back nervously. "You were the reason Dean was able to connect with Skye while she was missing aren't you?"
"It's…It's kinda my trick. I can get into people's heads. Make them do things even. " Andy looked away, still upset by what Skye had said.
"You helped Dean that night. I owe you for that and for coming to help me and Sam. You didn't have to try and help Skye. But you did and that tells me a lot about the measure of a man. So if you need help, need anything, you contact me. Alright? Just because that yellowed eyed bastard cut you lose, it doesn't mean you have to deal alone." John explained, before he stepped aside. " Just keep that in mind."
" Seriously??" Andy was smiling now. "Wow…just…wow, thanks, dude. You won't regret it. I promise. I'm…I'm gonna get going now. Hit the road and hide out for a while. But thanks…really."
John nodded to the younger man and watched as he left the motel room. It couldn't hurt to gather as many allies as they could now the world was still full of demons. He hoped Andy would be alright.
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"So!" Dean clapped his hands together as they walked into town, a wide grin on his face, apparently more than happy with how his day was going so far. " Since we're spoilt for choice….what would like for breakfast?"
Skye laughed, her mood considerably brighter now that she was out of the motel room and alone with Dean. Connor was walking beside her, his hand clutching tightly at hers, looking up at both Dean and Skye from time to time, a smile on his face at the sound of his mom's laughter. It felt so normal, a million years away from the horrors of the night before. Skye could just forget everything that had happened and simply tell herself she was just out with the man she loved and her son. Something people did all the time. Safe, normal, fun.
Reaching out, Skye slid her hand into Dean's, feeling how big and strong it felt wrapped around hers. The perfect hand. The smile that was gracing her lips caught Dean's attention and he gently nudged her as they walked. "You're not thinking about Brad Pitt are you?"
"Brad? Not my type." Skye answered easily, catching the way Dean was watching her. It was something Skye had been aware of for a while now. The way Dean was always watching the people he cared for. In subtle ways. Maybe without even realising he was doing it? He was just always on guard, always on watch. Skye always felt safe and protected with Dean beside her and she knew it had always been the same with Sam. "So…who was that girl last night? The one you left Connor with?"
" Elise? She's with Sam."
" With Sam? As in…with Sam?" Skye asked, surprised and pleased too. She wanted to see him happy. He had become more of a brother to her than her own siblings had ever been.
Dean looked at Skye as though she was crazy. "Skye, this is Sam we're talking about…you could hit the guy in the head with a playboy bunny and he wouldn't know what to do with her."
Skye slapped Dean's shoulder playfully. " Be nice! He might just surprise you, one day."
" He'd better…it's not like I haven't tried to impart some brotherly wisdom on him about women." Dean nodded knowingly.
"Oh really?" Skye smiled, arching an eyebrow. "Had a lot of experience have we?"
Dean blanched suddenly. " What? No! --…."
"So you're still a novice then?"
" No!"
" Well which one is it then?" Skye asked sweetly.
" I'm just say--….wait, you're playing me." Dean narrowed his eyes at Skye as she began to laugh.
"Like a fiddle, babe." Skye drew Dean in for a soft, sweet kiss, still giggling as she pulled away. "You just bite way too easily."
Dean slung his arm around Skye's shoulders, holding her close. "You keep that up and you'll find out just where I can bite." He copped a slap to the chest as Skye shot him a playful look. " Hey, watch it. Little ears are listening, you know!"
Looking down at Connor, Dean bent over and picked the little boy up. "Your Mom's right, buddy. You've gotta at least know what a girl is before you can listen to this sort of a conversation.."
Connor nodded as though he had learnt an important lesson, even though he had absolutely no idea what Dean was talking about. " Bekky now? I'm hungry."
"What about that place?" Skye nudged Dean gently and pointed out a small café across the street. " Maybe their fridges are still running? The food might be okay?"
" It looks as good as any place. " Dean agreed. He was about to settle Connor in his arms better, when out of the corner of one eye, Dean caught movement behind them. Someone was slowly creeping up between the two stores they were standing in front of. Without saying a word, Dean handed Connor to Skye, the pair exchanging a look that told Skye to back away.
Moving silently, Dean crept up to the edge of the alleyway, keeping Skye and Connor behind him as he drew his .45 out of the back of his jeans. Skye had given him a funny look earlier as he had taken the gun, but Dean never went anywhere unarmed…and this was a prime example of why. Their mystery stalker appeared from the side of the store and Dean was on the move, grabbing them by the front of their shirt and slamming them against the wall. He jammed his gun under the person's jaw.
" Wait! Wait! Dean, it's me! It's Jo Harvelle!"
Dean lowered the gun, shocked to think he had been ready to pull the trigger. "Jo? What the hell? I could have killed you! What the hell were you thinking, sneaking around like that?"
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John found the parking lot deserted hen he stepped out of the motel room. Andy had left in his car and only the Impala was left sitting there now. He ran his hand over the front fender, making a mental note to fix the damage that had been done a few days before when they had been on the run from the farm. John would never forget the terror he felt in Connor as they had fallen from the sky. He wanted the boy to grow up in a world where he didn't have to worry about demons. Something his own boys had never known…
Unfolding his wings to the their full span, John took a moment to stretch them, pleased to see that the damage from the day before was healed. There was still some stiffness within the wings and he knew he had fresh scars under his shirt from his tangle with the fence the night before.
There were two empty coffee cups sitting on the ground in front of the Impala, and John looked around again, wondering where Sam and Elise had gone. Maybe they'd gone to find some breakfast with Dean and Skye?
Figuring he would leave them to have some time to relax, John took a couple of running steps and launched into the air, his huge black wings lifting him rapidly until the town was far below him.
The sense of freedom, the sheer joy John felt as being able to just sail on the air currents, was incredible. The higher he flew, the closer he felt to Mary and that envoked such warm feelings within that John could have stayed up there forever.
He banked and rolled, his smile huge as his wings beat against the air to help him pick up speed before he dived into a loop the loop, laughing. John wondered what his boys would have thought if they could see him at that moment? He would have to let Dean know how it felt for sure.
Banking again to the right, he headed back out towards the pioneer cemetery to check that the Hell gate was still sealed. It was important for Sam and Dean to take time out with the girls and just relax, connect and be normal for a moment…John would give them that time and space.
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Dean released Jo and tucked his gun back into his jeans. "What the hell are you doing here, Jo?"
"I was looking for you and Sam, thought you might need some back up." Jo explained, straightening out her shirt as she scowled at Dean. "I heard about the Hell Gate, figured you and your brother would have to be at ground zero."
"You came alone?"
"Well, yeah…" Jo looked at Dean as though he was insane to think otherwise. "Ever since everything went down, there's hardly any hunters left. The Roadhouse got burnt to the ground. We're outnumbered these days, Dean."
"The Roadhouse burnt down? Is…your mom okay? Ash?" Dean felt a hand on his arm and saw that Skye had stepped up beside him. "Jo, this is Skye and Connor. Jo's Mom runs….used to run Harvelle's Roadhouse."
" I've heard of it." Skye nodded. "Bobby checked there for me a few times after you and Sam went off the radar. Is your Mom okay?" Skye asked Jo. She hated to think of anyone dying in a fire. It had let Dean scarred for life and Skye carried her own mental scarring from Jason's spirit trying to kill her and Connor by fire.
" Yeah, she's fine. She's with Ash at a hunter's home over in Nebraska with Ash, Bobby and Missouri. I got itchy feet, so I thought I'd come and see if I could find you…. Guess I did." Jo gave Dean a playful, teasing grin that instantly had Skye's hackles rising. " So…where were you headed?"
" The café over there." Dean nodded in the general direction. " Thought we'd check it out, see if we can maybe find something for breakfast."
"Well if you don't mind me tagging along, I'll see if I can get the coffee machine running?" Jo offered. "Maybe even make a milkshake for the little guy?"
Dean glanced at Skye, then shrugged his shoulders, figuring there was no harm in the offer. While he may not have parted on the best of terms with Jo last time, he knew she would have understood why, if even she hadn't liked it. "Sounds good. Let's do it."
Jo grabbed Dean by the sleeve of his jacket and dragged him gently towards the café, asking about how Sam was, had he gotten over that possession? Why hadn't Dean called her? Skye bristled even more listening to the conversation, wondering just who the hell this girl thought she was? Shifting Connor to her hip, Skye followed Dean and Jo across the road to the café, feeling a little like an outsider all of a sudden.
The café door was unlocked, but nothing that a couple of solid kicks from Dean couldn't solve. The town had an old world charm about it. Obviously crime hadn't been an issue here and the locks on most of the places were more for show, than anything else. The café itself was still set up from the last closing time. Chairs were sat on tables, everything ready for when the owners would have come in. Skye momentarily wondered if the owners were even alive now? Or had they simply fled when things started getting bad?
Finding a highchair stacked in a corner, Skye set about putting it near a table and strapping Connor into it. The little boy kicked his feet happily as Skye planted a kiss to his forehead. " No you sit there, okay? I'll find you something to eat.."
Dean had already made his way into the back, scoping out the kitchen and making sure that there was no surprises, no bodies, lying back there. Once he was satisfied that it was safe, he started to dig through the cupboards and fridge. There were two cartons of milk in the fridge. The first one he smelt, had well and truly turned. Dean jerked his head back with a hiss of disgust and quickly closed the lid back again, then dumped the carton in the trash. The second one was still good however and Dean sat it aside while he continued his search.
"So where is Sam? He's usually about two steps behind you." Jo called from where she was setting up the coffee machine and making Connor the promised milkshake. Every so often, Jo glanced over her shoulder, keeping an eye on Skye and Dean. They were preoccupied with looking for food, giving her the perfect chance to do what needed to be done…..
"Sam? He's around…" Dean called back distractedly as he dug through a cupboard.
Just when it looked like Dean and Skye were going to have to try and make pancakes from scratch or possibly some weird ass concoction from the contents of the fridge, Dean discovered a box of Cheerios stashed away in the back of the shop pantry.
He poured a bowl for Connor, then one for himself, carrying the two bowls out to the table and sitting down next to Connor, handing the little boy his breakfast and a spoon. Skye watched the pair from the counter, noting the faces Dean was pulling at her son with each mouthful and how Connor was copying as best he could. The pair of them were complete goofballs. It was the sort of scene Skye had always envisioned sharing with Jason….until he had ruled himself out of the fatherhood stakes, even before his murder.
Skye was glad to have Dean around to make Connor laugh. To give him that male role model to look up to….although watching Dean racing him to finish his bowl of Cheerios first, she wasn't quite sure who exactly was the child there.
"Hey, you want to give me a hand?"
Skye turned, seeing Jo holding a tray out towards her. " Sure…what do you need?"
"If you can carry the coffees, I'll carry the milkshake for…is it Connor?" Jo asked, glancing towards Dean and Connor.
" Yeah, it's Connor."
" Cute kid."
" Thanks." Skye answered warily. She could see that Jo was trying to break the ice. "So you know Dean well?"
"Well enough, I guess. My father hunted with John when I was a little girl. Dean and Sam have been the Roadhouse a few times while on hunts. I even went on one with them once."
" Lucky you…" Skye muttered quietly, before she attempted to give Jo a smile. What the hell was wrong with her? There was no reason to be jealous of Jo at all, but Skye couldn't help herself. Especially with some girl that Dean hadn't even mentioned before. Giving herself a mental shake. Skye reminded herself to be mature and tried to be genuinely nice with Jo. "So you're a hunter too?"
" Not really. I tried…wanted to be like my Dad after he died. But Mom was dead set against it. So I left home, got some bar work instead. Then everything went to hell…" Jo stated simply. She placed two coffees on the table and gave Skye a smile. "Okay…that's it, I've got the rest. You go ahead."
" Uh, okay…sure." Skye was a little thrown by the way Jo was acting. How the hell was she able to be so casual? Maybe it came from being raised with a father for a hunter? Dean and Sam seemed to take a lot of things in their side that would shake up most people.
Carrying the tray over, Skye put the coffees down on the table, sliding one over to Dean before she took a seat beside him.
"Here we go, little guy…one chocolate milkshake for you." Jo placed the drink in front of the little boy and sat down. She watched quietly as Connor grabbed the glass, popped the straw in his mouth and began drinking, making happy little noises of enjoyment.
Dean echoed the noises a moment later as he took a mouthful of coffee. Skye gave him a "you can't be serious" look and nudged him gently in the ribs, smiling. Her grin grew ever wider as Dean looked back with a mock indignant look. "What? I haven't a decent coffee in ages!"
"You two are completely hopeless…" Skye laughed, drinking her own coffee. " I would have to agree though, this is damn good coffee, Jo."
" Thanks…" Jo was sat back watching it all unfold in front of her, finding herself growing more and more jealous with each passing moment as she saw the way Dean was with Skye. So at ease, affection clearly showing in his eyes. Affection he had never shown Jo. Dean had never even called her back after she was taken hostage by Sam…or whatever the hell was inside Sam. Jo wasn't even sure she believed there was something inside of Sam. Everything she had been told recently told her otherwise. It told her that Sam wasn't on their side to begin with. Did Dean know? Would he care even if he did know? Jo had seen the loyalty Dean had for his brother and it worried her that he was so ready to defend Sam, no matter what.
There was a sudden clatter as the glass Connor had been drinking from toppled off the highchair and hit the floor, milkshake spraying out all over the place. Skye frowned, seeing her son suddenly starting to slide sideways in his highchair. " Connor?"
When Connor didn't respond, but merely slid further to the side, Skye was on the move in a panic. She leapt up from her chair, rushing to her son and gently cupping his face in her hands. " Connor? Connor…wake up, little man…Connor?" Spinning towards Dean, seriously frightened now, Skye suddenly found the entire room skewing to one side. She dropped to one knee drunkenly, blinking as she found her vision swimming in and out of focus. "Dean…..?"
" What the hell?" Dean tried to get to his feet, smashing against the table hard and discovering his sense of balance was gone. The table toppled over as Dean crashed to the floor, already seeing Skye sliding to the floor, unconscious. The coffee? Jo had put something in the coffee? He tried to look for the blonde betrayer, wanting to know why? Furious that he had trusted her. Was it possession? All sorts of fears rushed through Dean's mind as he struggled to try and pull out his gun from his jeans. He tore it free, only to find his hand, his whole arm, felt like it was made of lead. The gun slipped from his fingers as Dean faceplanted. His last thought, was that he should been on guard more. He had let down Skye and Connor….