So this didn't really end on a cliffhanger cause I thought it would end later on in the story but that's okay =) Hopefully the cliffy comes in the next chapter or so . Anyway hope you enjoy =)
"So any heads up where Dean is?" Joanna called across to Sam as she spun the small dagger in her hand, flipping it from handle to tip while reading the newspaper. Over the table sat Sam, tapping away at his laptop, searching and searching for a sign.
"No." He replied tersely for the 7th time that past hour.
Jo rolled her eyes, leaning on the table, elbows scrunching up the discarded newspaper. "Tell me more about this cure-thingy." She stabbed her dagger into the wooden table and leaned next to it, chin in palms.
"Like I said; it involves curing a demon and turning them back into a human," Sam waved his hand nonchalantly through the air before going back to his laptop. "And why can't you do it again?" Jo asked, leaning back to rock in her chair.
"Because if I do then Hell closes over and I die," Sam muttered.
Jo shrugged, "Doesn't sound so-"
"-Found something!"
Sam got up and turned the laptop round to face Jo, coming around to her side of the table.
On the screen was the guest list to a high-up function party. Sam pointed to one of the names, his face grim yet at the same time, eager.
Staring at the small words, Jo was confronted by the name; Dean Vader.
She turned to Sam, flicking her hair over her shoulder as he leaned on the back of her chair; awaiting her response, somewhat grimly.
"How do you know that's him?" She raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on her lips.
Sam walked back to his side of the table, dragging the laptop over. "Who else would use a Star Wars reference as their name?" He grinned, though it never reached his eyes and it echoed sadness.
The dagger was pulled from the wooden table and Joanna started to twirl it again; thoughtful. "So, if he knew that you'd know that…" She looked at Sam seriously, biting her lower lip gently.
"Yeah; he's expecting us." The boy with the demon blood sighed heavily and began to tap away at the keyboard as Jo looked down at the newspaper under her arms, spying the small article to the side; two brothers had been brutally murdered; stabbed to death by an unidentified assailant.
One had been barely six months old and his elder was four and a half.
Jo quickly grabbed the newspaper and folded it up, hiding the article. Sam looked across at her enquiringly but she smiled forcibly and turned away. The hunt for Dean Winchester was on.
"Sam we have to do something about your hair," Joanna mused, mostly to herself as she watched Sam look up a few final things on his laptop. He glanced up at her; confused. "Like what?"
Smiling, her face radiant and eyes amused, Jo held up her dagger. Sam looked at it, confused for half a second before his green eyes widened. "No."
He backed up a bit, straightening his suit with an air of finality. "Oh come on Sam," Jo whined, pouting her bottom lip, "Dean's going to easily recognize you with that hair." She waved the dagger tauntingly, teasing it through the air.
"I'm pretty sure he's going to recognize me anyway, Jo. I am his brother," Sam grinned, one side of his mouth upturned as he tucked away Ruby's knife. "Why do I have to wear a wig then?" Jo frowned, readjusting the black wig atop her head.
Sam shrugged, "Cause I said so." And with Joanna glaring at him and seriously contemplating how well her aim was with a dagger, Sam turned away.
Spread over the table were a few props for that night; He took a silver ring that matched the one he wore on his left hand and tossed it across to Jo. Slipping it on her ring finger, she marched to the door, one hand on the hip of her black cocktail dress, the other holding the purse that fitted perfectly to the size of her handgun and dagger.
Following after her, Sam got into the Impala and they took off for the party.
Upon arrival they lined up behind the other guests. Before them was a heavily-built fellow who'd seen too many meals, his petite wife at his arm. He nodded to them and Sam smiled back, striking up a conversation.
Sure that the couples attention was away from her, Jo reached around the man and took his invitation from his jacket pocket, discreetly covering up the name on it with her hand. She chanced a glance at Sam and smiled, brushing her hair over her shoulder; the signal.
Ending the conversation as the couple before them went to hand in their invitation, Sam didn't even return the smile; his eyes filled with worry.
"It's going to be okay Sam," Jo whispered as the large man started talking loudly and boisterously; obviously at a loss for his missing invitation. His petite wife chattered nonstop and Jo took the moment to flash the stolen invitation at the guard, allowing herself and Sam to pass through.
Confronted by the immense crowd before them, Jo held her hand out for Sam to take.
"So- Bond, Sam Bond- shall we?" She smiled, though it seemed forced and stretched as she watched the taller hunter. He sighed, glancing around and taking her hand to his elbow before walking into the crowd.
"If we must."
Did you like that whole- Bond, Sam Bond thing? I liked it =D Matches with the title. And if you're wondering, that is Sam's alias for the night. Jo's too. Mrs Jo and Mr Sam Bond. Anywho, hope you liked it and tune in for the next update coming to a place near you (Your computer) soon! Also, the whole Dean killing the two brothers was a thing to him and Sam. It's brutal but remember he is a demon and I was kinda bored... That sounds awful, doesn't it? I was bored... Anyhow, hope you enjoyed.