A/N: A big thank you to JBethh for all her wonderful input! Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to the CW
4
THE DEVIL IS TIRED
Jo had left Dean's office in frustration, confusion, and sadness. She had returned to the room with the fireplace, and Jeannie was sitting on the couch with her again. It didn't take long for Dean to come through the heavy doors and move to stand in front of Jo.
"Death is coming soon," he announced and sat on the other side of Jo. Jeannie stood and looked at Jo. When she didn't say anything, Jeannie cleared her throat.
"What?" Jo asked, honestly confused.
"You have not dismissed me," Jeannie explained.
"Why do you need to be so proper? Go do whatever," Jo said with a smile and moderate confusion.
"If I am not a good servant, I'll be put back in my cell." Jo glared at Dean who held his hands up in mock defense. Jeannie left the room in a hurry, and Jo turned to face Dean.
"If I agree to be your 'Queen' what will happen?" Jo asked, using her fingers for quotation marks again.
"You'll be free from the rack for starters. You will have free reign and authority…and you'll be helping me out," he said. With his eyes staying their natural green, Jo saw the Dean she used to know on Earth. The same Dean who walked into the Roadhouse how many years ago, and the same Dean who kissed her goodbye before death. She then thought of the people she could help, and the small chance that she could influence Dean in a way that benefitted people. He claimed that he had an opportunity to change things, and to make them right the way they'd wished when they were hunters. If he was telling the truth, she could be a part of that opportunity. However, he was the Devil. He could very easily be lying to get her to agree.
"And if I don't?" she hesitantly questioned.
"Then Dean will be forced to pick another woman to take your place," a voice rang from behind them. Dean's gaze did not move off of Jo as Death made his presence.
"Death," Dean greeted.
"Well I came here to ensure that our deal was fulfilled, however it seems Miss Harvelle has not made a decision. I'm limited on time," Death sighed in boredom.
"What's it gonna be?" Dean looked into her chocolate eyes with determination. A pang of jealousy surged through her at the thought of him picking someone else, and she turned to face Death.
"Yes," she quietly answered. Death's eyebrows rose, and if Jo wasn't mistaken she thought she saw a hint of a smile on the horseman's face.
"Very well," Death answered and reached forward to touch his hand to Jo's forehead. Jo's eyes closed at the cold-handed touch, and when she opened them Death was gone. Dean and Jo were left alone in the room she'd termed as a 'living room' in her mind.
"Thank you," Dean said with real sincerity. Jo looked at him with a confused expression.
"You're welcome," she whispered.
"I have some stuff to do. I'll be back later," he announced as he stood to leave once more, and her trance with him broke.
"What? Now that you got me to say yes I'm just supposed to sit here and wait for your triumphant return?" she was upset and stood up to her full height. Even though she was still considerably shorter than him, she tried her best to counter his stare.
"Do whatever you want," Dean said in a light voice and spread his arms wide. "Contrary to popular belief, Hell has its perks. I've made some improvements," a smirk crept its way to his face. She cocked her head to the side, unsure of what he was getting at. With a snap of his fingers, they were both standing in what looked like a massive suite at an expensive Las Vegas hotel.
"Wha-" Jo started to ask, but Dean explained.
"This is our room," he said and Jo's posture stiffened. Her stomach was in cartwheels from him snapping them there so quick, and then her pulse started to speed up again. 'Our room!?' "Through there is the closet," he pointed towards a dark, wooden door.
"I didn't know Hell had closets…" she pondered out loud.
"It didn't. Like I said, I made improvements."
"It looks like a hotel suite," she commented, turning around to take the whole room in.
"That was the general idea. Growing up in shitty motels, you start to wonder what a nice one would be like. I may be the Devil, but I still lived a human life," Dean said in a quieter tone. Jo's eyes landed on the large bed in the center of the room and her breathing quickened. "I'll be back later," Dean said and disappeared.
With him gone, she was able to calm down a little. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and counted to three. Looking at a nearby mirror, she saw her reflection dressed in the black and red outfit. Scowling at said reflection, she moved to open the door Dean claimed was the closet. To her wonder, the closet was a separate room.
There was a fancy vanity in one corner with lights on either side of the provided mirror. Her hopes of finding regular clothes were shattered when she spotted rods holding clothing on her left. Most of the clothes hanging were dresses, fancy corsets similar to the one she was already wearing, skirts, and spandex shorts. Rolling her eyes in disbelief and scoffing, she reached the first dresser. Inside the first drawer was lingerie. 'Of course. It's Dean were talking about.' The second drawer contained lingerie, and so did the third. "What in the world is this? Stripperville?" she said out loud to herself. On the other side of the room were shoe racks. Of course, most of them were high heels.
Jo occupied herself with searching through the closet for the remainder of the day. She knew time moved differently in Hell than it did on Earth, but she couldn't tell the difference. It was nearing the end of the day when she actually started to feel tired. Besides not needing the bathroom, she felt like a normal functioning human. Jeannie had came to check in, respectively bringing Jo more of the delectable wine she'd drank earlier. Sitting in a chair near the window of the bedroom, she looked out at the dreaded scenery. Instead of a beautiful beach, cityscape, mountains, or vast rainforest, she looked upon a fearful landscape. With red-orange skies and jagged, black rock, she witnessed what Hell really looked like. Parts of rock looked like they housed rooms, or cells, and she spotted the horrid spot that she knew the rack was located. It was never ending, and she sat in silence with her wine for many lonesome minutes.
"It's how I imagined it before the deal," she heard Dean say from behind her. Jumping from surprise, Jo turned to face him. "It just kind of stayed this way," he added.
"Why does my closet look like a strip club?" she blurted out. Dean smiled, knowing that remark was coming.
"You saw that, did you?"
"Yes, I saw it Dean," she said with sarcasm.
"What's wrong with it?" he taunted with his eyebrow raised.
"What's wrong with it? Seriously? You know I don't wear those clothes."
"Well sweetheart, it's awfully hot down here. Plus, you look amazing in that tight little outfit," he smirked and pulled the curtains shut. "We can sort this out tomorrow. Devil's tired, and it's time for bed," he explained. Jo's pulse skyrocketed and she suddenly grew extremely nervous for what she assumed was about to happen.
