Jo and Ellen could be heard shouting from outside of the roadhouse. Amie looked over at Dean as they got out of the impala, who then smiled at Sam.
"Cat fight," he muttered. Amie smiled and shook her head, shoving Dean's arm. She began to walk over to the door of the roadhouse, cautiously opening it.
"I am your mother, I don't have to be reasonable!" Ellen shouted, glaring at Jo.
"You can't keep me here!"
"Oh, don't you bet on that, sweetie."
"What are you going to do, are you going to chain me up in the basement?" Jo spat, neither of the women looking at Amie, Dean or Sam.
"You know what, you've had worse ideas than that recently. Hey, you don't wanna stay, don't stay. Go back to school."
"I didn't belong there! I was the freak with a knife collection," Jo replied, stating a truth that was all too relatable for every young hunter in the room.
"Guys?" Amie asked, Ellen turning to glare at her.
"Bad time, sweetie."
"No, I wanna see what they think," Jo interrupted, as Amie stopped Sam and Dean from walking out.
"I don't care what they think!"
"Amie," she said, gesturing for her to help.
"Ellen, what's happening?" Dean asked.
"Why don't you ask little miss hunter?" She said spitefully. She turned around and walked away just as the phone began to ring.
"There's a case. Three missing girls."
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"What are you doing here?" Dean asked, as Jo walked down the corridor towards Sam, Dean and Amie.
"There you are, honey," Jo smiled, walking over to Dean and snaking an arm around his waist. Amie's eyes widened and she crossed her arms, an annoyed feeling growing in her chest.
"This is my boyfriend Dean, his brother Sam and sam's girlfriend," she smiled, looking up at the landlord.
"Nice ta meet ya all," he nodded. "Quite a gal us got there."
"Yeah, she's a pistol," Dean spat, squeezing her waist. Amie's breathing grew shallow as she struggled not to say something that would give them away. Sam detected her annoyance and wrapped an arm round her shoulders, which was not out of the norm anyway.
"So, did you already check out the apartment?" There was a moment of silence. "You know, the one for rent?"
"Oh yeah, it's great," Dean smiled.
"How'd you get in?"
"It was open," Sam said quickly.
"Now, Ed, when did the last tenant move out?"
"Month ago. Just up and left overnight, didn't pay the rent or nothing."
"Well, her loss, our gain. I don't really need to see the apartment; if it's good enough for Dean-o it's good enough for me," she smiled sweetly. Amie huffed.
Dean smiled. "We'll take it," he said, as Jo pulled out the entire month's rent in notes.
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"Does your mum even know you're here?" Dean asked, his arms folded.
"Told her I was going to Vegas. Had a credit trail laid all the way to the casinos and everything," she smiled.
"You shouldn't lie," Amie spat, squinting up at her. Ever since the display in the hallway, her opinion on Jo had changed. She knew Amie was with Dean; why did Jo say she was, and not just say she was with Sam?
"Well, tough times, I guess," Jo said, half smiling at Amie. She laughed once and got up, her chair flying away.
"I'm goin' for a walk," Amie sighed, walking out of the apartment. When she got halfway down the corridor she heard the door open and footsteps follow after her quickly, and she waited for Dean to grab her arm.
"Hey, Amie, wait up," she heard Sam say, causing her to whip around.
Dean was no where to be seen.
"What's up?"
"That whole show back there? That didn't bother you?" Amie said, furrowing her brow.
"That's just the gig. You have to lie; believe me, Amie. I've been Chad, Dan, Rick, Bob. I've been 20, 30, a teen. Hell, I've had to pretend to be gay for a case before!" He chuckled. Amie shook her head.
"This was different. Why are they so cozy, anyway?"
"Amie, don't worry about it. You know Dean loves you; Jo has a crush, sure, but she's six years younger than him. She's just a kid."
Amie sighed. "Fine. I guess I was being silly... Hopefully she'll just go home after this hunt, anyway."
"Exactly. Come here," Sam smiled, and he pulled Amie into a brotherly hug. "Don't let your temper get the best of you. Now come on. Let's get this guy."
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"Teresa could still be alive," Jo said, looking at all of them, aghast.
"We need sledgehammers, crowbars. We have to find this girl," Dean said quickly, standing up.
"I'll go with Dean," Jo said quickly, and Amie looked at Dean, waiting for hi to say no.
"Sure," he said. "Amie, you're with Sammy. Sam, don't let her out of your sight; you understand?" He asked. Sam nodded, smiling a little, as Dean pecked Amie's cheek. Then he stormed out with Jo, slamming the door behind him.
Amie felt tears fill her eyes. It was stupid to be jealous of such a trivial thing... But she couldn't help it.
"Amie..."
"Come on," she said stiffly. "We have have to save her."
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Amie heard someone scream and turned to face Sam.
"That sounded like a corridor over," he said, and they started running. As they reached the corridor they were searching for, they saw Dean desperately beating away at the wall, to reveal... Nothing.
"Dean?" Amie asked, walking towards him, panting.
"Jo, she was in there and... He took her."
"What? Dean, Ellen..."
"I know, okay," he said, glaring at Sam. "She was my responsibility."
Amie walked over to the whole in the wall and stepped in, looking side to side. There was a long stretch on her left; the only way Jo could have gone.
"You guys wait in the apartment. As soon as I ring you-"
"No. Hell no," Dean said sternly, shaking his head.
"Dean, we don't have time for this. She's what? 20, 21? I'm getting her out."
"No, Amie. I'm not losing you now. I'll go."
"Dean, you're not going to fit and we don't have time. Jo is in trouble. I have to help," Amie said fiercely. She took a deep breath and handed her torch over. "I can't carry that. I'll just go careful, okay?"
Dean swallowed, still looking unsure.
"Don't worry, I'm not his type anyway," she smiled, winking. With that she began to squeeze down the small gap.
"Dean, it was mainly blonde girls, but it wasn't exclusivel-"
"You think I don't know that?" He exploded. "C'mon. Let's go look for anything that could help."
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Amie shuffled down the gap, moving slowly. Because it was so small her front and back were touching either wall, but she continued moving until she reached a wider area.
When she finally did she took a deep breath. She scraped her hair up into a messy bun to keep it out of her face and began to walk down the dark gap.
"Jo?" She half whispered. "Jo!"
Before she could take a step further she felt the ground beneath her fall, a wooden trap door collapsing under her weight. She gasped and hit the floor below with a thud.
"Forgot that this dude was crazy," she muttered, sitting up slightly. She looked around, seeing that she was now in what looked to be an empty sewer. She stood iPad began to briskly walk through the sewers, stumbling eventually across a room with small, coffin sized boxes in.
"Hello?" She called, cautious.
"Amie!" She heard Jo's voice call from a box, and she ran over to look through a small gap in the side.
"Jo, you okay?"
"Yeah, I mean... I've been better," she smiled nervously.
"Don't worry, I'll get you out," Amie replied, dialling Dean and lifting her phone to her ear.
"Listen Dean, I'm with Jo- yeah, she's okay. We're in a sewer under the house... Oh okay, hurry then. I'm gonna try and-"
"Amie, watch out!" Jo cried, looking at the ghost of Holmes.
Amie span around, dropping her phone. "You son of a bitch," she shouted, pulling out her gun and shooting him with rock salt. He disappeared.
"Amie, run!" Jo shouted.
"Not without you," she said stubbornly. Dean's voice could be heard coming from the phone, asking if she was okay, but she had no time to answer.
Amie stood up and began to undo the padlock on top of Jo's cage. She had just finished picking it with a bobby pin from her pocket when she heard Jo shout.
Before Amie could turn around clammy hands were on her shoulders. They slammed her face down on top of Jo's cage, causing her to shout out in protest. Amie felt dizzy after hitting her head on the metal but tried to fight back.
She felt the ghost's body press into hers as he lifted her once again and slammed her back down onto the cage.
Amie could no longer see straight as she screamed out. The ghost clamped a hand over her mouth and she screamed into it as he took his other hand, beginning to pull out a lock of her hair. He held her in place by pressing his lower body into hers, and she tried to think straight, but her head was all over the place.
What could she do?
Suddenly there was a gun shot and the weight against her legs was gone, the hand in her hair vanished.
"Amie!" Dean called, running over to her. She panted and felt dizzy, still leaning on the box.
"Amie, baby, you okay?" Dean asked, pulling her up and towards him. He winced at the massive bruise on her head that was already forming, as Sam ran over to help Jo. He easily opened the lid, as Amie had already unlocked it.
"Teresa," Jo said, pointing to the other box. Together, her and Sam helped her out, as Dean lifted Amie in his arms, cradling hers .
"Sam, can you finish this plan? I think Amie needs medical attention or something," Dean asked.
"Dean, I'm fine," Amie tried to say, but what came out was "Dea, I' fi."
"Christ, go," Sam said.
"You got one hell of a concussion," Dean panted as her ran out of the room, all of his attention on Amie. She smiled and let her eyelids drop.
"Amie, don't go to sleep baby. Stay awake."
"Where's Jo?" She asked, dragging her eyes open again.
"With Sam. She's okay."
"I don't like Jo, but I'm glad she's okay," Amie slurred, making Dean chuckle.
"Why don't you like Jo?" He asked. After a moment of silent he looked down to see that she had closed her eyes again and ran faster, reaching the entrance. "Baby, open your eyes."
"She likes you," Amie sighed, her eyes still closed.
"Well, I like you," Dean said as they reached the surface.
"I know," she giggled.
"Amie, eyes open," he said gruffly, running over to the impala.
"Yeah yeah," she chuckled, but before Dean had got in the drivers seat she was gone.
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Amie opened her eyes, looking around the room. She lay in a hospital bed, Dean asleep in the corner. She went to sit up but was met by a searing pain in her head when she moved, causing her heart monitor to go crazy.
Dean stirred at the noise.
"Amie?" He asked, walking over to her bed.
"What happened?" She asked, confused and disorientated.
"You had a pretty bad concussion, baby."
"Oh god," Amie groaned. "How long have I been out?"
"Only a day. You'll be alright, they say," he smiled, reaching out and holding her hand. "Listen, I gotta say something..."
"What? Is it Sam? Jo? Are you okay?"
"Everyone's okay," he chuckled. "I need to apologise for the past few days... Sam told me."
"Told you what?"
"Jo and I... We were a bit close for comfort." Amie swallowed and blushes slightly, feeling the annoyance and jealousy stir in her chest again. "But baby, she's nothing. She's nice, but she's like a kid. Like a little sister or something."
"She doesn't think so."
"I know," he sighed. "She's been visiting you a lot, you know."
"What?" Amie asked.
"She visited last night and this morning, before Ellen dragged her home. She was talking to you... I know she's not perfect... But she wants to be friends with you."
Amie sighed. She looked up into Dean's eyes, suspicious. But she trusted Dean.. And if he trusted Jo, so did she.
"I just got jealous. You seemed to have a thing for her."
"What?" Dean grinned. "Amie, I don't think you know how much I love you. How sexy you are," he winked. "Jo's nothin' compared to you."