9
SECRETS
"Get out!" Dean's voice woke Jo from her slumber. Opening her eyes, she saw their bedroom door slam shut. She was lying on her stomach, with her bare back exposed. Her face was snuggled against Dean's arm, and she was warm. Looking to Dean, she saw his eyes flash red. The night before, they'd flashed red when she gave in to her desires.
Euphoria rushed in waves throughout her body as she came undone below him. Dean had fire brewing in his blazing red eyes and Jo couldn't help the moans of pleasure from escaping. Sweat glistened on their skin as Dean continued to pleasure his new Queen. Jo never imagined it would feel so good to cave in to the desire that was Dean Winchester.
"Someone at the door?" she asked, still groggy from sleep.
"Not anymore," he said, moving his hand up the side of her arm in a gesture of comfort. She wondered who had interrupted their sleep, but didn't press the matter.
"I have some stuff to do topside today. I'll be back later," he stated, still caressing her arm.
"Okay," she answered. "What do you have to go…upstairs…for?"
"Just a quick errand," he answered, with his tone leaving no more room for discussion. He moved his head to kiss her forehead, making her smile. When she opened her eyes again, he was gone. Sighing, she got out of bed and headed for the closet.
Dean was dressed in his usual jeans and black t-shirt. Landing upstairs, he made an old Cadillac appear near the back of a parking lot. The Cadillac Deville was parked at the Warner Inn outside of Des Moines, Iowa. Peering through the window of room number twenty, he saw his brother. Sam Winchester paced the length of the motel room, and Dean saw a second figure sitting at the table. He didn't recognize who Sam was with, but he knew their purpose. Sammy was still trying to find a way to bring Dean back. He was surprised he didn't see Castiel, but was unsure if the angel was even in the picture anymore. Surely, if Castiel was there, his presence would have been noticed. Sam appeared to be shouting at the unknown figure, and Dean tuned his hearing in to the room.
"I can't just sit here Kevin!" Sam's voice boomed. When the figure's head turned, Dean instantly realized that Sam was talking to Kevin Tran.
"I don't know what else you can do man. You've tried making deals, and no demon will deal with you. Castiel is MIA, and you've searched through every book we have," Kevin said.
"He's my brother Kevin. I can't leave him down there. Not again," Sam said, lowering his head. Dean's face remained emotionless, and he debated on making himself known. Deciding to leave the matter alone temporarily, he disappeared back to Hell.
Jo decided to wear one of the pink corsets with a black skirt that was provided in the closet. She grew tired of sitting in the great hall, and had the urge to go for another walk. 'Maybe I'll run into Marlie. She's a demon, but at least she's nice. Dean wouldn't let there be any more Alistairs or Azazels.'
Venturing down new corridors, she managed to wander close to the rack. She passed different cells on her way, and kept her gaze forward. Some of the souls yelled to her, while other didn't even notice a presence. Her walking ceased when she passed a cell on her right. Turning, the number read 1967. She had no idea what the numbers meant, but the soul inside meant a great deal to her. Sitting in the corner with his eyes closed was John Winchester. Jo gasped and moved towards the bars. "John?" she called. He lazily opened his eyes and saw Jo's curious expression.
"Joanna?" he called, exhausted. Dean wouldn't let the demons torture him on the rack anymore, but he refused to leave the cell. Leaving the cell meant serving his son, the Devil.
"Yes! John! It's me! Why are you here? Does Dean not know you're here?" she questioned in a hurry. He gave her a sarcastic and tired chuckle.
"Oh he knows," John slurred, looking at Jo's outfit. 'So it's true. He made her Queen.'
"JO!" Dean's voice boomed from down the hall. Standing up, she turned to face him.
"Dean what is J-" her sentence went unfinished, because with a snap of Dean's fingers she was gone. He'd moved her to his office, and turned his attention to his father's cell.
"So you really found her then, huh?" his dad asked.
"I told you I did."
"You're torturing her, aren't you? You bastard. Keeping a sweet girl like Joanna for your own pleasure?"
"Never," Dean responded, and disappeared before John could make another comment. Appearing in his office, he saw a furious Jo standing in the middle of the room.
"What is wrong with you!" she screeched. He could see the anger in her eyes, but it was nothing compared to his own furry.
"That place is off limits to you!" he ordered.
"Off limits? I thought I had no limits! That's beside the point! Why would you keep him there!" she referred to John. Dean could see demons who were gathered in his office watching the spectacle go down.
"I don't want you talking with him," Dean said, trying to rein his anger in. Jo however, couldn't help but push his buttons. She did the same thing when they were both on Earth, and it drove him nuts.
"Why? What are you hiding? What right do you-" she was interrupted once more by Dean whose eyes turned a bright red.
"I HAVE EVERY RIGHT! I'm the goddamn Devil sweetheart!" Jo jumped at the loudness and rage in his voice. She looked truly frightened, and took a few steps back from him. Without a word, she left his office and made her way to their bedroom.
Tears stung her eyes as she slammed the door behind her, and Jeannie was quick to appear. Silently putting a comforting hand on her back, Jeannie rubbed circles on the Queen's soft skin. "Are you alright Miss?" Jeannie asked in her soft voice.
"No," Jo answered, letting the tears freely fall. "I can't believe he's keeping John prisoner," she muffled between sobs. Jeannie had no idea what Jo was speaking about, but just nodded and tried to comfort her.
Back in his office, Dean sat down with his hands massaging his temples. He'd ordered the other demons to leave, except for Harvey. "Why is this so stressful?" Dean questioned aloud to himself.
"Sir, what did she see?" Harvey asked out of curiosity.
"She saw…she saw John," Dean answered, his voice sounding tired.
"I'm no relationship expert, but perhaps the best thing would be to speak with her?" Harvey offered.
"Don't overstep your boundaries," Dean said, trying to tease his assistant. "The Devil needing relationship advice. That's a new one." Harvey tried to hide his smirk.
Jo had dismissed Jeannie, wanting to be alone. She knew Dean would eventually come looking for her, but was dreading the conversation. It wasn't for many hours until Dean entered their bedroom, and saw Jo lying in bed. Her back to him, she was hoping he'd just leave.
"Jo," he started, and when she didn't turn to acknowledge him he moved to kneel in front of her.
"What," she snapped, not meeting his eyes. She looked scared. Still on his knees, he brought his hand to her face and she flinched.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. On Earth, those two words were a rare occasion for him.
"What for?" she said, and he smiled knowing that he was going to have to work for it.
"For shouting and losing control. I didn't want you to see my dad. At least, not yet. And more importantly, I don't want you to be afraid of me."
"Why are you keeping him prisoner?" she whispered, still hesitant of his touch.
"I'm not. Each week I offer him to leave his cell and join me. The problem is, he thinks I'm possessed or something. He refuses to leave that cell."
"What?" she sat up in confusion and amazement.
"Yeah. Yesterday I saw him, and offered him the same deal. That's why I had you leave. I don't want him to accept a position here only because of you, I want him to do it on his own."
"Why couldn't you just say that?"
"Well, contrary to popular belief, it is kind of personal," he smirked and raised an eyebrow at her. "You see, just because I'm the Devil doesn't mean I'm all bad."
"I don't believe that you're all bad. I think you're lonely," she whispered, and looked away. He saw the fear evident in her eyes and gently grasped her chin so she'd look at him.
"Please Jo…I would never hurt you," he said, exposing himself in a moment of weakness. Silently, she leant forward and pressed her lips to his in answer.
