Title: What Was and What May Possibly Be?
A Dean/Jo Supernatural Story
This is an alternate universe fan fiction and is based on the storyline premise and monster from the "What Is and What Will Never Be" episode of season two! This author is in no way associated with the writers and/or producers of the Supernatural show and all characters belong to the awesome Eric Kripke and his associates. No copyright infringement is intended.
The story is told in the first person from the POV of Jo Harvelle.
Chapter Nine: The Search for Answers Part Two
I combed through the texts Dean gave me for most of the afternoon. Just when I thought I was getting nowhere, I found something in the last chapter of the second book. It wasn't much but it was something. It seems the Djinn feeds off of human blood but it does so slowly keeping its victims alive for as long as possible so it can sustain a constant food source. Well they're certainly resourceful I'll give them that! The vampires I've come across could take some tips from these bastards. The text also outlined the Djinn's ability to alter the reality of their victims. They usually did this for the better to reduce both the anxiety and resistance of their captives. I mean who would want to leave a fake life that was a helluva lot better than their shitty one!
Wow so it's really true! This is not my actual life. I'm not really married to Dean and we don't have a beautiful son and a baby on the way. As this thought crosses my mind, my hand inadvertently rubs circles over my slightly swollen abdomen. I am glad that Sam's not really dead and that Bobby's...well still Bobby and my mother is not married to an asshole. That's a bonus! It's just...crap! The hunter in me knew I wasn't crazy but in some other crazy way I was hoping I'd be wrong about this!
So now what do I do? Tell Dean the truth! What about L'il Sammy? Is that boy even real? If he's not then my only consolation is that Chuck's a fake too!
Who am I kidding! A happy life was never in the cards for me, not since my father's insides were ripped apart by a demon when I was six years old. If I didn't love hunting so damn much than I'd give it all up if I make it out alive in all this.
Of course, Bobby's textbook gives me no information at all about how to get out of this mess. I hear a familiar truck pulling up in front of the house. All of sudden a weird thought crosses my mind. Where the hell do we live? I mean Dean said he was taking Sammy to the city for a car show but what city? It had to be relatively close to the Road House or else my mother and Chuck wouldn't have driven here. So what town is this? What State?
"Hey Jo," Bobby greets me. "How was your birthday weekend?"
"Where do we live Bobby?"
"Excuse me?" is his surprised reply.
"What area is this? What town? What State?" I clarify.
"Are you feeling alright Jo? There's nothing wrong with the baby is there?"
"Damnit how does everyone know I'm pregnant?" I practically bellow.
"Well you've been woofing your cookies for the past few weeks so I kind of figured it out. I'm pretty smart you know unlike that goofy husband of yours. Well, he did marry you so I guess that was pretty smart of him," Bobby jokes.
"Where do we live Bobby?" I ask again.
"Nebraska. Aurora, Nebraska. Just a short drive up Interstate 80 gets you to bustling city of Lincoln."
"Nebraska...I live in Nebraska," I ponder. "Is Lincoln where the car show is?"
"I think I heard Dean mention something about that yeah. Jo, why don't you sit down and I'll make you a cup of tea. Normally I'd pour you a finger of scotch but well...you can't have any of that right? I think I'll pour myself one though," Bobby mumbles to himself entering the kitchen to turn on the kettle.
"You got something going on that I don't know about kid."
His words come across as a statement not a question. All I can do is await his return to the living room before I spill the proverbial beans. Bobby sits my tea on the coffee table and sits down beside me. He's got a short glass of scotch on the rocks resting in his palm as he waits for me to speak.
"This is going to sound crazy but have you ever heard of a Djinn?"
"Sure...demon genie, sparkly eyes, can alter reality. What about them?" Bobby asks.
"I was hunting one the other day and..."
"Jesus Jo! What are you doing out hunting something that dangerous in your condition?" Bobby yells.
"That's just it Bobby. I wasn't pregnant when I was hunting the Djinn. In fact I wasn't even married and I sure as hell didn't live in Nebraska with you, Dean and L'il Sammy."
It suddenly dawns on him. "You think you're living in an alternate reality," Bobby states in wonderment.
"I know I am."
"Does Dean know?" Bobby questions.
"Yes, he knew something was off right away. I know he believes I think I'm living an alternate life but I'm not sure he believes that it's actually true," I explain.
"But you do?"
"Yes. Dean found some texts in your room...don't be mad at him because he's only trying to help me. I found some information that confirms everything that's happened to me. The only thing I don't know is how to fix it."
"Do you want to?" Bobby asks me.
"No," I admit then change my mind. "Yes. I don't know. Bobby as much as I want this all to be true it's not. Nothing is real for me here and back where my actual body does exist, I'm pretty sure a Djinn is feeding off my blood and it WILL eventually kill me. I'm pretty sure nothing will be real for me then."
"Jo...I honestly don't know what to say," Bobby sighs.
I hear the Impala drive up to the house and turn to Bobby.
"Don't say anything to Dean about this right now. I promised him I'd tell you what was going on and I have. Now we can all figure this out together. I just want one night with all of us together before we figure out what to do. Please I need this one thing Bobby," I beg him.
"Okay Jo."
Just then Dean walks through the front door, take-out in hand and L'il Sammy barrelling in behind him.
"Mom! Hey Mom! You'll never guess what we saw! A mustang convertible! It was awesome," Sammy announces throwing his arms around my neck and engulfing me in a hug.
"That's great honey! I'm glad you had fun with your dad," I tell him with a genuine smile. "Now why don't you go wash up for dinner ok?"
"Ok Mom."
"You know I've been trying to tell your son that mustangs suck ass but he won't listen." Dean stops suddenly sensing the tension in the room. "Okay. What did I miss?"
Silence is the only response to his question.
"You told him didn't you," Dean asks.
"Yeah she did and I told her exactly what I suspect you did. We'll figure this out. It's just gonna take some time is all," Bobby announces looking over at me.
"Did you find anything useful in those other texts?" Dean questions.
"Nothing concrete yet," I hedge. "Let's give this a rest for the night shall we. I don't know about you guys but I'm starving. All I want to do tonight is spend some quality time with the men in my life." I stand and approach Dean, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Before I can pull away though, he swoops back in crushing his lips to mine."
"Alright you two...that's enough PDA for this old geezer. Let's go eat before I lose my appetite."
With that Bobby rises, taking the food bags into the kitchen with him. I can hear Sammy asking Uncle Bobby if he can have a soda with his dinner followed by the protested response that milk is better for him. Even as Bobby argues with Sammy, I can see him pouring a root beer for the boy as Dean and I enter the kitchen. It is the most fabulous "family" meal I've had in a really long time.
For tonight, reality will just have to wait. But I fear the longer I stay, the harder it will be to leave it all behind.
End Chapter Nine.
Please review. I mulling over some more plot twists and I need the inspiration.