Title: High Way To Hell: Avatara
Author: Hadlee May
Disclaimer: Only the plot line is mine - the rest belongs to the respective owners
Summary: Alliances are beginning to fall into place, a war brewing beneath the surface. Jo's opinion on Rory.
AN: Okay. So the last bit of the second chapter (the part about Tristan's mum's grave…) and the beginning of this chapter happen almost simultaneously. But the Tristan bit probably takes place around the same time that Rory get's kidnapped…at least a few weeks prior…that way Ash can get the connection. This more like a filler chapter. More will be on the way, soon.
Chapter 2
"What do you mean you failed?" The dark figure stood menacingly in front of the make-believe man, eyes boring into the it. The pure act of failure seemed so unacceptable. Not when the task was so close to becoming finished. He was the mantle. The leader of his house, and with that came power. Unending power that would normally strike fear into those who had been on the bad end of it. But not this. Not this creature masquerading as a man; a demon in disguise. This demon stood before him with little, if any, fear. Tall and built, facial hair covering his chin and throat, a mop of shaggy brown hair almost covering a pair of yellow eyes. The only non human feature. A perfected costume.
"It was the Winchesters." The Demon spoke. "I warned you about them. Them and their meddling." It spoke bitterly of Its' rivals.
"And what has happened to the girl?" The question was asked with a level of intensity. Passion mixed with possession. The demon had never fully understood his master, who was considerably above humanity. To truly care for someone who was so fully human.
Not that anyone cared about his opinion on the matter. It might have been a leader and ruler among his own kind, but amongst this beyond man, he was merely another pawn on a very large chess board. Completely dispensable at the will of the one.
"They managed to leave with her." He reported, "they created quite the large distraction and were able to secure her before I could lay my hand son her." As the words continued to fall out of his mouth, he was beginning to dread his position more and more. The one seemed to be enjoying it more then usual, an evil glint in his dark eyes.
"I told you exactly how important this girl was to me, didn't I?" So calm, yet threatening at the same time.
"You did, indeed." And he had. Extensively. To ensure its' success, he'd detailed the girl to a tee. What she liked, how she worked, what exactly it was going to take in order to make sure that she was more then willing to follow it into the careful planned descent of man kind.
"Yet you failed me so easily." It wasn't as if he'd meant to. It was merely the fact the youngest Winchester was so keen to his plans. So connected to what he was going to do. There was no doubt he'd seen it all in his head. Why else would they be waiting at a political rally.
"I will not fail you again." It was a promise. Next time he would either deliver or let himself die.
"See to it that you don't." No more words were meant to be explained. Logan Huntzberger would play the dutiful ex boyfriend / almost fiancée and aid in the search for the girl. It had been his plan the entire time anyways. At least this way, when she was in his grasp, he'd look like least likely culprit. Shaking Its' head he walked towards the office door. As he exited, he paid little attention to the office worker who rushed past him and kept walking even after his master was delivered the news of his father's murder. The Demon smirked to himself. The war had officially begun.
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Jo considered herself a half decent girl, at least. So, yeah, she was a bit odd. Her interests lied a bit further west then most normal girls. And she supposed being able to take a man down with only a few practiced moves, hold a gun, aim it, and fire it with almost completely accurate precision would scare most prospective suitors, but it wasn't like most of the guys she came in contact with didn't have the same interests she did. She'd spent a good portion of her life around hunters and a lot of those hunters wouldn't mind going a few rounds with her between the sheets - even the classy ones wouldn't mind taking her out, at least. Dean Winchester, a self proclaimed lady's man, seemed to have no interest in her.
She wasn't conceited. In normal circles, she never talked about her abilities unless they came up, and her style of bragging was more show and tell then all talk. She was fairly pretty; Large brown eyes, with wavy blonde hair, slim, and curves in all the right places. She certainly wasn't perfect, but she certainly wasn't repulsive. At one point in time, she'd thought that Dean had thought that to. He'd always been in a bit of bad way, life never dealing him the right hand. First his mom, then his dad. With him, it never seemed to be the right time. First it was in the aftermath of his dad's death, and then it had been Rory.
Poor defenseless little Rory Gilmore who sucked in all of Dean's attention like a blood sucking leech. If that wasn't so bad, the worst part was that she didn't even notice. Dean was, by nature, a very protective person. He'd always been. But the way he watched over the pretty brunette with big blue eyes was almost ridiculous. He was rarely a few feet away from her, and when he wasn't, his eyes always carried her way.
What pissed her off the most was that she was admittedly jealous. Completely, utterly, insanely jealous of this incredibly smart, Yale graduate. She was a journalist, for God sakes. She knew absolutely nothing about the hunting world and had, up until a month ago, believed that ghosts, demons, and zombies were nothing more then fiction. Even now, she was more content sitting in a hotel room surrounded by salt then going out and helping those who helped her. She had been seriously hoping that this visit might be different.
Jo sighed loudly, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Dean, Sam, and Rory had arrived almost an hour ago and she'd been nothing but invisible since they'd gotten here. She peered out the bathroom door, scowling at the way Dean sat so close to Rory, his arm around her chair in a protective manor. The three of them looked at Ash's computer, the interest obvious on their faces. "What do the avataras have to do with Rory?" She heard Sam ask. Ash shrugged his shoulders openly. Dean looked at what was on the computer a little closer, then turned to the Ash. "What does the avataras have to do with any of this?" There was no answer once again.
Jo closed the door and smiled, leaning against he wood. She had an idea.
AN: I'm sort of sorting through the people and what side I want them to be on. Jo's going to play a major role in the later part of the series and with my inability to do conversions from one serious subject and another, I decided to make this short. It's a point of view of Jo as Ash informs them of what's the what. Tell me if you want to know what Ash said, because I might just move on and put in flash backs.