Two-Amargosa Nights
After dressing Jo took a look in the long mirror the person standing there didn't look much like her. She had chosen simple black dress with heels to match, her hair was done up in a french twist and she was wearing her newest weapon. She had liked it alot and had decided she would wear from now on. The hair piece that doubled as a knife was in-crusted with a couple of stones that would ward off certain types spirits and Phoenician filigree design that was designed in Cannan. It was said to call for protection of the Angels of God. The comb was made of silver, which would kill several things. All in all Jo was alittle proud of her weapon design uniquely for herself. She closed her eyes for a second. I wonder what Dean would think, Jo thought. She stepped out into the hall and walked towards the performance room. Jo scanned the area were everyone was gathered. She walked up to the attendant to purchase her ticket. At the ticket stand stood an elderly man an woman, they were holding hands. Jo smiled, she had vague images of her parents holding hands when she was a kid. The little old lady turned and smiled at Jo. Jo returned the smile and proceeded to wait in line. Inside she seated herself near the door. Jo watched the crowd more than the play. She kept coming back to the elderly couple, it wasn't like her to be nostalgic. She decided to offer to buy them dinner and see if they checked out. After the play Jo gently bumped into the lady. Excuse me! I'm so sorry, are you alright Jo asked.
A half an hour later the couple and Jo were sitting at a table talking and laughing. She had learned their names were Burt and Trudy Ellison. After talking with them and finishing dinner she took a walk around the town. Unless she was way off, the couple was clean. Jo walked down the dusty plank sidewalk towards the hotel when she noticed a man leaning up against a post on the other side of the street. She tried not to be obvious but he seemed so familiar. His stance and shape. She walked faster, she had faced plenty of evil and men. Which at least half of what she had met, were one and the same. When she looked again the man was gone. In her room she wondered if she had imagined the whole thing.
Hard to tell these days. Loss of sleep and the dreams she had, would have anyone looking over their shoulder. She sat down at the dresser pulled up the information on the Ellison couple, things seem to check out. She had talked to the play attendant and had gleaned that the missing students were really nice and were interested in all the history of the town. In all there were four men and and two females in the group. The attendant mentioned the students had talked about going over to Amargosa Chaos. It was a place where the landscape was amazing. The pressure of earth's plates shifting had left the sharp hills and chaotic designs on the area. She had noticed the local Sheriff's Office had been closed on the way in, so bright in early tomorrow she would talk to the sheriff. Jo laid her head on the pillow, tears threatened to fall but she refused to let them. She silently thanked God Dean was back and prayed for his safety. She had prayed for all those dear to her, including Sam. Sam was struggling to figure things out, at least he had Dean now. Things were so complicated for all of them.
Her mother had kept her up on the Winchester boys . Bobby and Ellen were closer now than they had ever been. And things with boys had put alot of strain on Bobby. When Dean went to hell Bobby nearly lost it completely. Jo never asked, but Ellen would always voice that they were alright at least for the circumstances. Jo figured Ellen felt bad for telling Jo about her father and John. Especially when she seen that Jo's feelings never faded for Dean. Jo closed her eyes and prayed for some sleep. She should have prayed for a peaceful rest because again she saw Dean and Sam. But there was someone else with them a man dark hair and crystal blue eyes. She couldn't make out his face, just the intense eyes. She felt an incredible peace when she looked into those eyes. Jo sat out in an old wicker rocky chair next to the sheriff's office with a steaming cup of coffee. The desert air had a smell of rain and sky was overcast. It was chilly this morning. Jo was wearing her usual. The sheriff pulled up in his jeep. He looked to be about 5'8"-5'9" with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. He walked over to Jo and said good morning, I'm Wayne Smith. Jo stood up and shook his hand. Something I can help you with miss, asked the sheriff. Jo asked if they could talk inside. She followed the sheriff inside and took a set in front of him. Sheriff I was wondering if you would tell me everything you can about the missing students. Ginny, my friend was in that group. The sheriff stood up walked over to the coffee machine and made a fresh pot of coffee. He turned around and looked at Jo. I don't mind telling you what I know, it's common knowledge around here.
But first I want to know what your cooking up in that pretty head of yours. This area out here is rough and sometimes dangerous. I don't want another person to go missing. Ok sheriff I'm planning on going out to Amargosa Chaos to check to out. Some people around town told me that's were they thought Ginny and her group went. Jo and the sheriff spent the next hour going over everything. Look Jo, I know what it's like to have people you care about go missing but it's a bad idea to go alone. I'll tell you what, tomorrow is my day off let me take you out there myself. That way at least someones with you. Jo had looked over the map and layouts of the area, it was big area with a changing landscape. So Jo agreed to wait and go with the sheriff. Jo thanked him again and left.
Sheriff Wayne Smith smiled to himself and his eyes turned black. He was going to have fun with this one. He knew who she was. She had manage to best a few of his kind already. She wouldn't be like taking out one of the Winchester's, but she was a hunter and that would be fun just the soon as Jo stepped out of the sheriff's office she let out the breath she was holding in. The sheriff was possessed she was sure of it. Now she would have to trap it, find out were the missing students were and save the real sheriff.
Later that day Jo had it worked out she would use the drunk chick routine. Demon or not it had worked countless times. Now if he would show up for dinner, she would lay the trap. Jo sat a table near the back entrance of the dinning hall. She had ordered a half a dozen shots of tequila and a few beers. Everyone in the place would think she was drunk. The waitress was already giving her looks of concern. So she figured once the sheriff showed, the staff would point out she was three sheets to the wind. That's when she would get him to help her back to her room. Jo wondered if he was going to show. If he didn't soon, she would cause a little scene and draw him out.
A few minutes later to her relief, he showed and just as she thought, the staff pointed her out. He walked over a sat down. How's it going Jo? Purposely she slurred her words and she was sure he could smell the tequila on her. The sheriff told her it's going be rough for you tomorrow, maybe you should take it easy. Jo smiled lazily and stared into the sheriff's eyes, maybe your right, she said. I can think of better ways to spend the rest of the evening. The demon in the sheriff couldn't help but laugh and smile. Hmm... what she was suggesting, sounded like fun. The sheriff put his arm around Jo waved to the dinning staff and help her walk done the walkway. Jo slide her hand up the front of the sheriff's shirt and smiled, she let her knees give way. The sheriff picked her up and asked which room is yours? Number 15 I think Jo told him. You smell wonderful sheriff, Jo said. He just smiled at her.
Once they reached the room, she handed the sheriff the key. He stepped through the door and tossed her on the bed. Jo leaned back on the bed and did her best sultry look . The sheriff closed the door and locked it. He turned around and walked to the bed. Jo patted the mattress, it's softer than it looks. The good old sheriff threw his hat on the dresser and took his jacket off. Jo got on her knees in the middle of the bed and started talking her jacket off. Then the sheriff finally removed his gun belt and hung it on the doorknob. He got onto the bed and in an instant Joe rolled off.
She had painted a devil's trap on the ceiling. The sheriff hadn't seen it and lunged for her but the trap held and his couldn't leave. Jo backed up a few paces got her book out and started to repeat the words, the demon showed himself. He didn't want to go back to hell. Jo started questioning him when the door flew open. Jo drew her gun and through the door a man came. Jo started to squeeze the trigger but something happened she didn't know what. But now the man standing in the door way held it. Jo pulled out her knife ready to defend herself. When she started to have a dizzy feeling. In her head she saw him the man she had been dreaming about. She heard a voice reassure her. My name is Castiel I'm here to help you. Castiel touched the demon. There was an intense sound with a bright light. The demon was gone. Jo looked at him, did you kill the real sheriff? Castiel told her no, he will sleep for awhile. Who are you, Jo asked. I've never seen anything like that and what makes you think I needed your help.
Castiel head titled slighty. Then he told Jo, get your bags we have to go now. There are to many. I have a job to do. I'm not leaving till I find out what happened to the students. Castiel spoke very gently and calmly they are dead, these demons made them sacrifices. Now they have felt my presence. The are many, if we don't leave right now everyone will die. Not for sure to trust him, she hesitated. In a whirlwind Jo found herself in her truck. Drive now! Castiel commanded . What's going to happen to the people back there? I can't just leave them! She started to turn the truck around and Castiel touched her looked over Jo, she was still sleeping and would be for a couple of days. He needed to get her to a safer place. Then he would go back and help the others destroy the demons. He would have to answer for this when he got back. He had done this for Dean or at least that was what he was telling himself these days. Amargosa was to be a huge battle fought by angels and demons not by one young woman. Jo had stumbled onto something that had be written long ago.