So, chapter 6! Demon Dean! Yay! Also, legit just realised after I posted chapter 5 that I named the guard; James Rhodes... Well, you know, when I wrote this continuation I never figured that War Machine was going to rock up... -_- So pretend it's a different James Rhodes.
"Heya Sammy," Dean smirked, the corner of his lips curled up. It was a smirk that had many a lady spending her night in his company.
Splitting the silence that had fallen broke out gunshots, cracking the air. Dean raised an eyebrow when Sam showed no sign of moving from the doorway to aid Joanna. "Aren't you gonna help her?" He asked, tutting disapprovingly.
"She'll be fine," Sam whispered in reply, turning slightly to close the door behind himself. Dean nearly gaped in amazement, "You sure?"
The echoing sound of Rhodes' scream bounded to them and Dean put on a serious tone just before it was cut short, "She could die."
Face impassive, Sam turned to faced his brother fully, "She knew what she signed up for."
Smirk back in place. "Oh Sam, you're sending chills down my back," He mock-shuddered, sipping at his wine. Not even moving at the statement, Sam spoke, "Why're you doing this?"
"Hello; Demon." Dean spread his arms, both feet to the floor, and bowed his head slightly. Falling back to his original position, he swirled his drink, watching it musingly. He started to sigh.
"I'm so disappoi-"
"You killed those children," Sam snarled, cutting over the remark. Dean looked up, a light pout quavering on his bottom lip. He sniffed, indifferent, "So you heard about that?" He rolled his head back and grinned self-satisfactorily, "I'm famous."
Sam scoffed, looking at the floor, "Jo tried to hide it." Muttered; disbelieving the cruel fate of life.
The eldest Winchester laughed, "Always the hero; key to my hear-" And then froze, tilting his head to observe Sam at a different angle. And then it dawned.
He slowly started to laugh; quiet and seductive. "Oh, Sammy; you have been a naughty boy." Shaking his head with a chuckle, "You can't exorcise me," Dean reproved, eyes flashing sinful black.
"No matter what's pumping through your veins," He smirked and the boy with the demon blood tensed. Laughing to himself, Dean rolled his eyes before focusing on Sam with black perception. He lounged in his armchair like it was a throne and scoffed.
"Demon blood."
He looked at Sam as he sipped his wine, swirling it unconsciously, "You're really in a funky town now, Sam." He half-smiled knowingly, a little smirk present. He looked away and blinked, eyes reverting to green again.
Jaw clenched in anger, Sam faced Dean, "I had no choice." He gestured wildly with his hand, "What was I supposed to do?!" His shout echoed loudly and while it faded Dean sat up properly; all games aside.
"You were supposed to continue on; to stay the mission. Save people, hunt things, the family business." Dean gestured to the door, "You were supposed to keep Jo out of this life; you made a promise to Ellen, just before she died, that you wouldn't let her hunt anymore. Look where that's led." His voice had risen and was touched with anger, eyes flashing dangerously.
"We made a promise," Whispered to the suddenly silent air as Dean fell back in his armchair. He sighed and that smirk came back. "But since Ellen's dead I guess we don't have to really uphold that oath; our mission to protect little, school-girl Joanna."
Grinning like a school kid, Dean tilted his head as if listening for something, "Hear that silence?" Unwittingly Sam cocked his head, listening to the noises around them; there weren't any. Apart from inhaled and exhaled air, there was no sound; no ringing screams or echoing gunshots that would alert him to whether or not Jo was still alive.
"What did you do?" He glared at Dean, empty hands forming fists. "What did I do?" Dean pressed a hand to his chest, above his heart as if offended.
"No Sammy," He leaned forward again, a single drop of wine falling from the glass, "What did you do?" Snarled and cutting, his words hit Sam and he turned to the door, wanting to wrench it open but it didn't budge.
He pulled at the handle, pushed it but nothing happened. He turned to his brother who wagged his fingers at him, "Demon."
A gun was in Sam's hand and pointed at Dean, the safety clicked off, "Where is she?" He advanced slowly, eyes narrowed. Dean laughed, "Oh where, oh where could Joanna be," He sung softly, musing. He clicked is fingers and there she was.
Jo stumbled, coming to a stand next to Dean.
"Jo!" Sam shouted, gesturing to her, his stance relieved yet still suspicious. She faced him, a small smile on her lips as Dean reached over and grabbed her hand. He turned it over and stared at it for a good while but she never pulled away.
"Jo..?" Sam called, more uncertain this time and half-heartedly. A smirk took over her smile and Jo sat on the edge of Dean's armchair, hands still together. With a quick glance at Sam she leaned over and kissed Dean; passionately and taking her time.
Sam's eyes widened and his grip on the gun tightened as she looked back up at him. Dean smirked at his brother.
And Joanna Beth Harvelle's eyes turned black.
And my cliffhanger! Finally... *Sigh* And Dean set it all up. What an assbutt... Hey, thoughts; should the demon be named Jo or should she have her own personal name? (FYI she won't be around for long; maybe a chapter or two but a different name might help discern between her and Jo).