Please review and let me know how you think the story is or what direction you think I should take. FYI I am blowing off SO much homework to write this. Screw homework. Anyway! Here's the next chapter.
Sam and Martin had no idea what to do. They watched the guards take down Jo, and Martin had to hold Sam back. "You can't help her if they take you down too," he told him. So here they were, the next day, clueless and frustrated. Sam didn't sleep at all, and was currently pushing his oatmeal around in the bowl while tapping his foot impatiently on the tiled floor. Martin sipped milk out of a styrofoam cup. "Jo's probably in solitary. It's where they put the real nutcases when they act up," Martin told Sam. Sam kept pushing his oatmeal around.
"How am I supposed to get in there?"
Martin thought for a moment. "Look, they keep all the doors locked from the outside-in, so getting in the room won't be the problem," Martin quipped. "I'll just have to distract the guards somehow." He looked around, then whispered, "You got the letter opener?" Sam patted his pocket. "Good. Let's head down to solitary."
She had to stop. Her throat was hoarse from screaming loud enough to wake the dead, though it seemed the Deans didn't even notice. She couldn't put her hands over her ears, so instead she began to hum very quietly. Her throat was so raw that she could barely manage to hear herself. One of the Deans kept shouting at her to open her eyes, but she refused. She couldn't look at whatever version of him it was. She felt someone begin to softly run their hands through her hair. Her eyes shot open as she visibly flinched away from the touch. It was a Dean. He smiled.
"Took you long enough."
She couldn't tell which one he was. They were all in the same outfit; the one Dean was wearing when he died. He just held her gaze. She felt uncomfortable by the intensity of his eyes, considering he was dead. So, she looked around the room. There were about 12 other Deans, give or take. He spoke.
"You know, you can get rid of all of 'em," he said, still moving his hand through her hair. She laughed."Yeah, right. I'm going crazy. And crazy can't be fixed. Ask that one over there," she nodded her head towards a Dean that seemed to be transfixed on his fingers. This Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Well it ain't gonna work unless you try."
"Oh, ok then," she said sarcastically. "Please, inform me on how to do this." He rolled his eyes.
"Just concentrate. Think about something that makes you happy. Ignore everything else."
Jo huffed but did as she was told. She closed her eyes and pictured the Roadhouse, and more specifically playing pool with Ash.
On nights when he wasn't drunk off his ass, or nights when he was and was just feeling cocky, he'd challenge her to play pool. She'd always win, and Ash knew that, but the way he played pool was so damn funny, that she often laughed so hard that it brought tears to her eyes.
Jo smiled as she thought about it. She noticed the voices of Dean getting quieter.
"You're doin' it." said Dean. "Keep going!"
Okay, she thought.I can do this. She thought of her first real hunt, and Dean ripping off the cement truck. She thought of her 7th birthday, when her dad showed her how to shoot a shotgun. She thought of the time her mother brought a giant 300lb biker to his knees, and sent him whimpering away from the Roadhouse. Before she knew it, all the voices disappeared.
She opened her eyes and looked around. All the Deans were gone, except the one that helped her. She didn't know why he stayed, maybe she was too crazy to get rid of him. But she didn't mind. This one didn't seem to hate her.
"I knew you could do it." He smiled.
"Yeah, well couldnt've done it without your help, Winchester."
"Next thing we gotta do is get you ou-"
He was cut off by the door of the room slamming open. The wraith stepped through and gently shut the door. Visibly startled, Jo looked over to Dean for help. But he was staring at the wraith. Jo was sure if hallucination's looks could kill, that wraith would've been dead nearly twenty years ago. The creature made her way over to the head of the bed. Jo could feel sweat on her palms and face.
"You know, you hunters don't exactly live up to your rep. I mean, Martin is harmless. And you and your brother come in here, talking tough about killing monsters...kind of made you easy to spot." She chuckled and stuck her finger to Jo's forehead. Dean cursed at the wraith, but of course she didn't hear. She stuck her finger into her mouth and grinned. "Crazy brains. They get soaked in dopamine and adrenaline and all sorts of hormones and chemicals that make them...delicious. And the crazier they are, the better they taste. And you? You're so far off the deep end, I'm surprised you haven't ended up in an actual looney bin by now."
Jo looked over at Dean. He was pacing in front of the door, every once in a while glancing out of the small glass pane. The wraith grabbed her chin and yanked it back. "Nobody's coming. You know, it only took one touch. And now you're mine. Oh, don't look at me like that, I didn't make you crazy. I just cranked up what was already in there. You build your own hell, I give you the Legos. And when you're ripe..."
Jo spat at her. The wraith wiped her face angrily. "All right then, let's get started." A long skewer appeared out of her wrist, and the wraith slowly brought it to Jo's head.
Martin and Sam made it to the solitary wing. Martin handed Sam his letter opener. "This is for the girl, once you get her free. Now listen. Once you get her and gank the wraith, get the hell outta here. There's an exit in this wing that should take you out to the parking lot. Got it?" Sam nodded his head.
"Okay, stay down over here. I'm gonna cause a distraction."
Sam slid down behind a potted plant and watched Martin. Two orderlies sat behind a desk that was in front of the room Jo was in. Martin jumped up behind the desk and screamed.
One of the men tried to grab him, but Martin leapt off the desk and began beating on the wall. Several of the patients in solitary began to scream, and Martin took off down a hallway. Both orderlies chased after him. Sam stood up and made his way to Jo's room. His vision began to go blurry.
All of a sudden, Sam was surrounded by doors. each one looked exactly the same. He freaked out and began to open them. One door lead to a meadow, another lead to his home in Lawrence. He tried door after door, and still couldn't find Jo. He started to hyperventilate. He closed his eyes and ran in the direction of where he assumed Jo's door was.
Sam crashed through the door, the letter opener waving wildly in his right hand. He ran at the wraith and struck her in the arm. She screamed. Sam stabbed her in the leg. She fell down, and Sam took his chance. He leapt over her and unbuckled one of the restraints on Jo's arms. He was about to do the next one when the wraith jumped on his back and wrapped her hands around his neck, causing the letter opener to fly out of his hands. Jo hurriedly began to undo the restraint on her other arm, and was free right before the wraith slammed Sam into the bed. He moaned in pain. Jo gasped in surprise as the wraith slammed her into the wall.
"One down, one to go," teased the wraith.
Jo was grasping for air. The wind had gotten knocked out of her. She had block spots in her vision and could see the skewer raising out of the wraith's hand.
"Jo!" She heard Dean yell from across the room.
Just as the wraith was about to plunge the skewer into her head. Jo slid down to the floor. The skewer hit the wall full force, and immediately splintered into a bunch of pieces. The wraith screamed again. Blood was pouring down her arm. Jo looked around for the letter opener. She and Dean both saw it at the same time at his feet. He kicked it over to her, and she bent down and grabbed it. She stuck it into the wraith's ribcage just as she was turning around. Her mouth formed an 'O' as she she fell to the ground. Jo looked back up at Dean, but he was nowhere to be seen. The pounding in her head began to decrease.
She walked over to Sam and helped him up. "We have to get out of here," she said, motioning to the dead wraith. They made their way out the door and into the parking lot right before the alarm started blaring.
An hour and two hamburgers later, Sam and Jo were driving north toward South Dakota. Now that they were free and the wraith dead, Jo thought back to the moment in that padded room when the wraith had just smashed it's skewer. She remembered Dean kicking the letter opener to her. He kicked it. But he was just in her head, wasn't he? All the other Dean's were.
"Hey Sam," she said as she looked out the window. "Can hallucinations move things? Like kick stuff or touch you?"
"No," he said. "At least I'm pretty sure they can't. I mean, a hallucination isn't like a ghost. It's all in your head."
She nodded her head and wondered, did she really see Dean kick it to her? Or did she just imagine it? "Why do you ask?" Sam questioned.
"No reason," she said as she caressed the amulet laying on her collarbone.