So this was fun, =D I hope you like it (This fic is going really well and I'm writing it so fast! Yay!) Read and enjoy.
The servant held out a silver tray of delicate glasses to Joanna and she graciously took one in her gloved hand, nodding her thanks. Sam declined tersely and scanned the crowd; ever watchful in the air of the party.
"Lighten up Sam," Jo whispered, sipping her drink and turning to him. He glanced down at her then away, still looking. "You look too tense; you're going to draw attention." She warned, taking another drink from her glass before giving it to one of the servants and grabbing Sam's hands.
"Dance with me," She smiled lightly, pulling the taller hunter towards the dance floor and its serene music. Sam protested, "I can't be distracted, Jo."
She smiled brightly, showing teeth and muttered through them, "Then, don't look now but I found him." Sam went to look where Jo was looking but she turned them with the spur of the music, preventing his gaze. "Jo," Sam hissed warningly, trying to turn again but still Joanna moved them with dexterity.
"He hasn't seen me yet. If you turn and stare at him then he'll definitely notice," She warned before glancing past Sam's arm with the air of grace then flinching. Sam watched her carefully and a small smirk graced his lips as he started to turn them. "He saw you didn't he?"
Jo pouted and Sam looked over her black locks to catch eyes with the demon he'd follow for the rest of eternity if it meant getting his brother back; the demon that had taken over said brother in a cheating turn of fate.
Dean raised his glass in a small toast, winking a suddenly black eye before turning away with his natural-born green. Sam tensed as Dean left the main ball-room, slipping through a half-closed door. He went to follow his brother in a rush but the hand in his pulled him back.
"Where're you going?" Jo asked in a hissing whisper, glancing around at their surroundings. "We have to catch him now," Sam spoke back hurriedly, swinging to find the door over the crowd. "Sam, we can't draw attention to ourselves."
Jo calmly put her hand on the crook of the hunter's elbow and began to lead them towards the door, chin tilted and proud. Sam muttered angrily, following obediently. He smiled tightly at the guests they passed, eyes never leaving that door.
"Hold," A man stopped them; his dress-wear calling him out as a guard. "Where are you going?" He glared at them sternly and Jo looked up at Sam before releasing his arm and stepping forward.
"I'm Mrs. Joanna Bond and you are?" She raised an eyebrow expectantly, subtly turning the guard to face away from the door. "Rhodes, James Rhodes, Ma'am." He gruffly extended his hand and Jo took it delicately, allowing the guard to raise it to his lips in a kiss.
Jo smiled brightly, gesturing to the party, "Some party," She tilted her head, allowing her black hair to tumble across one shoulder, revealing the other. The guard swallowed heavily, blinking rapidly, "Uh- yeah. Mr. Vader was the one to set it all up. Some kinda charity night."
Freezing in place, Jo looked over Rhodes' shoulder to Sam, watching his own eyes widen before he slipped through the door. She slowly turned to look at the party and that's when she noticed them.
They were dressed in blacks and reds, all carrying either a purse or some means to hide a weapon. Everyone at the party stopped talking and dancing, and as one they turned to face Jo and Rhodes. The guard gulped, hand wavering next to the gun at his hip.
Jo slowly stepped in front of Rhodes, not that he protested, while the guests started smiling and laughing.
And then their eyes turned black.
Jo tore the gun from Rhodes's holster and started firing; taking down the demons. They fell, cluttering the floor before their comrades but they kept coming. A demon ran up and Jo shot her elbow into his chin, sending him stumbling. Another received the hunter's heeled foot to his abdomen, going down hard. A hand grabbed Jo's wig and yanked it off and she spun, smashing her palm into their chest. They tripped back and fell as another hand grabbed Jo's upper arm and pulled her back.
Rhodes had cowered against the door he was supposed to guard and he screamed; sharply and high-pitched. A demon in the meat-suit of an old lady reached down and grabbed his head in both hands and wrenched to the side; snapped his neck and rendering him mute.
Joanna cursed and kicked back, dislocating the knee of the demon that held her. They fell back and before she could escape a fist came running across her cheek and taking out the lights.
Sam walked slowly, the door closed shut behind him. He was in a corridor and took the door to his right; he opened it and glanced in. The room was empty so he left it and went to the next one on the left, doing the same thing. He kept at it till he came to the very last door; the one at the opposite end of the corridor to which he'd come through.
Sam breathed in deeply before taking a gander and kicking the door open, walking in and sweeping his gaze through it.
There, sitting on a plush, red armchair with his ankle crossed over the knee and a glass of wine in his hand was Dean.
So did you like? I loved writing the fight scene and again I have to say that it still hasn't ended at the cliff hanger -_- *Sigh*... But! It should on the next chapter (That's what I keep saying..) Review and tell me your thoughts people!
Okay so I was asked about Jo being alive and when I get to it I'm going to be writing a side fanfic about what happened that ensured she survived.