So, chapter... 15 I think... ^_^ This is a really long FanFic *Wipes forehead* This is killing me! Anywho! Enjoy!
Hour two. The third injection. Joanna Beth had been sitting on the table at the back of the church, swinging her legs like a child for most of it. Dean had been singing song after irritating song, making rude comments and trying to figure out what she had confessed.
"Hey Joanna," Dean spoke up, in a conversational voice, a mild and calm look plastered over his face. Jo looked over at him, glancing at the watch before raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah?" She'd already gotten used to simply responding in a dull voice, hearing him out and then ignoring whatever he said after. In this way, he didn't sit there singing her name endlessly till she answered. This way sated his curiosity and questions till the next time he wanted to ask something that remained unanswered anyway.
He smirked and leaned back comfortably in his chair, his head titled to the side. "Did our dear Sammy ever tell you about his secret?"
This caught Jo's attention and he knew it. Knew it from the way she sat a bit taller, her eyes darted to look at him and her expression became guarded.
She considered lying but she didn't know what Sam's secret was; perhaps it was the way he'd managed to catch Dean in a seemingly invisible force field. Perhaps something else. Either way, Joanna shrugged, "What's it to you?"
With a quiet laugh, Dean looked away before his fanfiction green eyes darted back to her, "I'll take that as a no then."
Another low chuckle, a noise that felt degrading and self-serving, Dean smiled cheekily.
"Let me tell you a story, Joanna." He smirked and leaned back again to get comfortable.
"Once upon a time-"
"Blah, blah, blah." Jo waved her hand dismissively, like a small child who wants to get to the part in the fairy tale where the knight fights the dragon. "Skip to the end." She smiled and for all the world, it could have been just that; except Dean saw the way the corner of her lips drooped slightly, he knew the smile was faked. He saw the way her hands had become tightly-clenched fists. He smiled.
"Has my little brother gone missing recently?" Dean asked, staring intently at the girl in front of him. "Late night walks all on his lonesome?"
A frown marred that pretty face of hers as Jo bit her lower lip in thought. "Maybe," She replied uncertainly, wondering as to where the conversation would lead.
"Thought so," Dean muttered, clicking his tongue and tsking loudly. He looked at Jo, "That night-"
"Last night," She interrupted and Dean rolled his eyes at her as if to say duh.
"Last night, Sammy played with some big, bad magic." That sing-song voice again and it nearly drove Jo mad just to hear it. Leaning forward as much as the chains and the bullet allowed him, Dean grinned conspiringly, as if telling a dark and dangerous secret.
"Demon blood."
"Come again?" Jo asked, her voice incredulous as she mockingly tilted her head so that her right ear was closer to him. That couldn't be right; how could demon blood have pinned Dean?
"Little Sammy's been playing with demon blood," Dean said, the corner of his lips becoming a smirk, feral and eager for pain. Jo shook her head in confusion, eyebrows marred.
"How?" This was supposed to be about Jo curing Dean, not finding out the secrets Sam had thought not to tell her; but she couldn't back away now. Dean raised an eyebrow smugly, "He's been drinking it." His voice was abrupt and loud, face cool and expressionless except for that gleam in his eyes.
Jo froze as the horror crept through her body, swiftly followed by disbelief and amazement. "You're lying." Was all she could say and Dean laughed at her.
Dean shrugged as if unconcerned with this accusation, "I do that." He blinked black eyes and stared intently at Jo. "But I'm not lying about this, Jo."
The hunter shivered slightly at the ringing truth that echoed deeply within Dean Winchester's voice and against her better judgement, she believed him. "Tell me everything."
It had been only a few minutes but it felt like a lifetime in which Dean had explained the demon blood. It was nearing the mark for his next injection by then and Jo wanted the time to go faster just so she had something to do, other than think about what had been told.
She knew that Dean had been telling the truth, could tell by the way he spoke and sat. But she also knew that he was telling said truth to rile her up.
Dean was watching Jo with barely a blink as she prepared the next syringe, wincing less this time when the needle struck her skin. He said nothing as she drew close to him and when the hand on the watch struck the hour, she injected him with purity.
He hissed lowly, fighting the pain; it was like an injection of holy water but this left him feeling a bit more pure. When Jo turned away he whistled; short and sharp. It caught her attention but this time, instead of saying a quote or making fun of the whole thing, Dean said something else.
"You gotta help my brother."
So did you like that? Pretty sad at the end how Dean's worried about Sammy... Or is he? Dun, dun, duh! Mwahahaha! Okay... That was weird... =D I've already got the next chapter written so! Yay! Also, I have every chapter written except for the last one! After this chap there is 7 to go! YAY!