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3
I WAS THERE TOO
Dean left Jo on the couch alone as he went to his office upon Harvey's request. She was able to sit in silence for what felt like a few minutes until a woman came into the room. She had dark brown hair, and looked like she was barely eighteen. The timid woman approached her nervously, and Jo frowned. 'Is this woman here to hurt me?' was Jo's first thought. Tensing, Jo found it odd that she wished Dean was back instead of this woman who had yet to speak. The woman wore a plain, faded dress. She looked like she was from a different time period, but Jo couldn't really tell. Without a word, the woman went to the long bar and rummaged through various bottles. Jo continued to stare at her as she pulled out a wine bottle and opened it. Within a minute, the woman was offering Jo the glass filled with wine. Confused, Jo asked, "Who are you?"
"I am your servant, ma'am," the girl quietly responded, not making eye contact with Jo.
"Servant? What? Why?"
"The King requested it."
"Stop kneeling. This isn't Ancient Rome," Jo snapped. "Who are you?" she repeated.
"Jeannie ma'am. I'm to accompany you until the King returns." Jo took the glass from Jeannie's hands and watched as she stood up.
"Why do you call him the King?"
"Because he is our King. He's the Devil now." Jo noticed how Jeannie did not ask any questions, but only responded to them.
"So you're my babysitter," Jo reasoned, taking a sip of the offered wine. It's not like it could be poisoned, she was already dead and in Hell.
"No. I'm your servant," Jeannie replied, and stood waiting for orders.
"I don't need a servant. Go do whatever it is you did before I was here," Jo said, unsure of what to say. The Jeannie looked around in confusion, and then back at Jo.
"I did nothing. I was in a cell. Please do not make me go back there," the young woman pleaded with desperate eyes.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. Okay. Stay," Jo quickly said, not wanting to cause the girl pain. They were silent for a long time, and Jo was still quietly sipping on the wine. It was delicious, and she assumed Dean had the power to obtain any kind of wine or liquor his heart desired. During their silence, Jo had gestured for Jeannie to sit on the couch with her. The only noise came from the crackling of the fireplace as Jo contemplated her new situation in her mind. 'Being some Queen sure sounds better than returning to that rack. But how can I stoop so low to 'serve' the Devil? Well…I guess Dean's the Devil now, but still. I don't want to be evil, and I don't want to become a demon…' she pondered. Her thoughts were interrupted when Jeannie broke the silence.
"More wine Miss?"
"No. I'm going to talk to Dean," she said with reason. If Dean truly picked her because he wanted her, then she deserved more answers. Standing up, she started towards the set of double doors.
"I'm not sure that's such a good idea," Jeannie tried to timidly call, and followed Jo out the doors.
"How do I get to his 'office'?" she held up her fingers in mock quotations. It was quite obvious to Jeannie that Jo was upset and on a mission.
"I can show you," the servant offered. They walked down a few different corridors before coming to another set of double doors. Jeannie stopped just outside the doors, and looked at Jo in question. Sighing and building up courage, Jo opened the doors with a significant amount of strength.
Dean sat on a raised chair; nursing glass of what Jo assumed was whiskey, his eyes immediately found her. He looked stressed and tired. Her entrance caused everyone to look in her direction. Next to Dean was Harvey and standing before them was a man she did not know. Off to the side stood several demons, one whom she recognized from the rack. She could feel the fear radiating off of Jeannie from behind her, but Jo pressed forward. Harvey stepped forward with an annoyed look on his face.
"What are you do-" Harvey was cut off by Dean's booming voice.
"Harvey," Dean snapped. The Devil's assistant stopped talking, but it was obvious that he had more to say. "I'll be right with you Jo," Dean quickly said, returning his attention to the man standing before him. Jo's eyes widened, and she was suddenly second guessing herself. Her courage diminishing by the second, she nearly forgot what she was going to say. Deciding to wait for him to finish, she moved off to the side with Jeannie following her. Once again remembering her skimpy outfit, she blushed when she saw two of the demons eying her up.
"You are sentenced to fifty years, as a start. Then we'll reevaluate," Dean stated as he stared into the unknown man's eyes.
"What?! No way man! You think you can fucking tel-" the man never finished his sentence as Dean's eyes turned red and his fingers snapped. The man grabbed at his throat fearfully. Continuing to appear as though his airway was cut off, the man struggled and looked at Dean with pleading eyes.
"Your dumb ass got yourself in this mess, now don't make it any worse," Dean said. He waited a painfully long thirty seconds before giving the man his airway back and allowing him to breathe. "Take him away," Dean said to one of the demons standing to his right. With screams of frustration, the man was drug out of the room by the two demons who had just eyed up Jo.
"What can I do for you Jo?" Dean asked, standing up from his chair and moving to a small convenient bar to refill his glass.
"How about explain what the Hell is going on? This morning I'm strapped to the rack and now I'm supposed to be some Queen?" she was frustrated, but not as mad as when she first entered his office. Harvey stood in silence as Dean turned to face Jo.
"I told you. I've already explained it," he reasoned with a raised eyebrow. Still distracted from the show that just happened, Jo searched her brain for something to say.
"What do you expect me to do? Just sit in that room for the rest of eternity with a servant I don't need?"
"I expect you to play your part, Joanna," he answered her in a stern voice as he fixed his drink.
"Excuse me?" she said in disbelief.
"Edith, Arirca, leave us," Dean instructed. The demons left, leaving Dean, Jo, Harvey, and a very frightened Jeannie remaining. "Jo, things have changed. This is the way it is now, and there's nothing I can do to make it any different. I cannot bring you back to life, I can't 'stop' being the Devil, and I can't change the way things are. I figured you'd be happier with me compared to the rack. I should know, I was there too," he explained with venom in his voice. Harvey looked uncomfortable for just a second, and glanced at Jo who was toying with her skirt.
A/N: So? What do you think?
