The look on her face was more than enough to remind him that she had no idea who he was, but Dean couldn't help himself as memories of their last stand together started taking over. Ellen and Jo had died to give him and Sam a fighting chance at stopping the Apocalypse, it was one of many deaths he felt responsible for. Her blood had always been on his hands, no matter how many times Sam told him that it was her choice to join their fight.
"What the hell did you do to my father?" She hissed, the tone of her voice bringing him back to the reality he was in.
"He'll be fine, he's just unconscious." Dean replied simply, doing what he could to separate the life he knew from the one she did.
Her hands clenched into fists as she turned to face him. "We're trying to help you." She started, lowering her hands as he lowered the gun. "You might not understand what's going on, but you need to trust us." Jo said quietly as her eyes drifted back towards her father in the cell. "We're here to help you."
"You want to help me?" Dean was quick to reply, tucking the gun away as he pulled the keys from his pocket. "Then you can fill me in on the case your Dad was working." When he turned around to grab the files from the cluttered desk, he felt the blade of a knife come up to his throat from behind him.
"You're not going anywhere." Jo growled, pulling her father's gun from the back of his belt as she removed the sharp blade from his throat.
Dean swore under his breath as she pushed him forward and his hands landed hard on the desk. He closed his eyes as the jolt sent pain radiating in all direction, an agonizing reminder of his bruised ribs. Turning his back to her had been a stupid mistake, one he couldn't believe he had just made. "Listen, I need to get back to that factory." He started, slowly straightening out. "I was hunting a Djin with my brother when your Dad picked me up."
"You're not a hunter." Jo was quick to reply, the bluntness in her voice echoing that of her father's. "All you remember are memories a Djin fabricated to keep you busy. What you remember before that attack isn't real, it never happened. It's nothing more than..."
"Yeah, your old man already gave me this speech." Dean interrupted as he turned around to face her. "That isn't going to be enough to stop me from heading back to that old factory to find my brother."
"You're not going anywhere." Jo replied sternly.
"Then you'd better shoot me." Dean suggested, starring down the barrel of the gun in her hands. "Because that's the only way you'll be able to keep me locked up down here." His low voice echoed in the basement room as his eyes narrowed. There was a moment of silence and when the crash of breaking glass overhead distracted her, Dean didn't hesitate. The second her eyes drifted up towards the clatter, he reached out to grab her arm. Forcing it down in a twisting motion that made her turn around, he held her arm behind her back for a moment as he grabbed the gun from her grip and then pushed her away from him. Disarming her with one quick move, he realized that the woman standing there in front of him, wasn't the same as the one he remembered. She may have been the daughter of a hunter and she might have been trained to play the part, but she clearly lacked the instinct and experience.
"Fine, you wan't to leave? Then just go." Jo hissed, her hands dropping to her sides. "You can go back to that old factory, but I guaranty that you won't find what you're looking for." She went on, watching as Dean grabbed the folders from the desk behind him and took a glance around the basement room. "Your brother's already dead."
"Yeah, well you can tell me what happened to him on the way there." Dean started, passing her the folders as he eyed a second set of stairs leading up to Bulkhead doors. "C'mon let's go." He continued as he pointing her across the room with the gun. He watched as her gaze drifted back towards her unconscious father on the floor of the tiny cell, before focusing on the gun his hand. "Look, I just need you to fill me in on what happened, tell me about the case your Dad was working." Dean went on, tucking the gun away in hopes of putting her at ease. "He gave me a quick rundown of my past and then I found his notes, I need to know what happened."
"Fine." She growled. "I'll tell you what you want to know, but I don't think it'll help you." Clutching the research her father had gathered on his latest case, she made her way across the floor towards the set of stairs that would lead them outside. "It's not like I really have a choice considering you pointed a loaded gun at me." She continued as he followed her up the old concrete steps. She paused as she unlatched the large door and turned slightly to catch his eyes, almost surprised not to see the gun pointed at her back. "Just for the record, I think this is a terrible idea."
"Locking me up in that cell was a terrible idea." Dean was quick to reply as she pushed the large door open and stepped out. Though he could hear people talking in the distance, there was no one in sight as he followed her around the side of the building towards a parking lot at the back. "Place looks pretty empty for a Friday night." He remarked, the drone of music bleeding through the walls fading as they got further away from the building.
"Customers park in the front." She replied simply, pointing him towards a beat-up truck next to an old shed. "And it's only seven, folks don't start to show until at least 10 O'clock."
Dean pulled the keys from his pocket as they approached the truck and slid in behind the wheel, pausing to catch his breath as Jo climbed into the passenger seat. He winced as he straightened out, pain still radiating from his chest with every breath.
"You alright?" Jo asked, watching as his eyes closed and he sucked in a ragged breath.
He offered her a nod as he shoved the keys in the ignition and started the old truck. "I'm fine." He replied, shifting into drive. "Your old man certainly knows how to take advantage of someone's weak-spots though."
"Yeah well I'm sure you deserved it." She answered her voice void of any real concern as she watched him wrap his free arm around his ribs.
"How far are we from that old factory in Scythe?" Dean asked as he drove through the parking lot.
"Almost an hour. " Jo replied as she started shuffling through the folders in her hands. When he slammed on the brakes and turned in his seat to look out the rear window at the tavern behind them, her eyes followed his gaze. "What's wrong?"
Dean didn't offer a reply as he focused on the old building behind them, "The Harvell Roadhouse." He blurted, eying the bar that had burned to the ground nearly a decade ago. It hadn't occurred to him until he saw that sign plastered across the front of the tavern. "Never thought I'd see this place again..."
"You've been here before?" Jo asked, bringing him back to the reality he was in. "Don't remember seeing you hanging around."
"It was a long time ago." Dean replied, turning his attention back to the road ahead as he pulled out of the parking lot. There was a moment of silence and his grip on the steering wheel tightened as the short history Bill had given started circling in his head again. "You're Dad told me I only had a few days before I'd start losing my mind, he told me that whatever I remembered never happened, and it would only get worse."
"Yeah, that's what a Djin does to you." Jo replied simply. "That's why my Dad had you locked up, so you wouldn't do anything stupid. Like this. "
Dean glanced over for only a moment before focusing on the deserted road ahead. "I want to know what happened to my brother, to my family." He said, mentally preparing himself for what he knew would be nothing but heartbreak.
"You sure about this?" Sam asked, looking over at Jody as she pulled up to the old factory.
She let out a sigh as she put the shifter in park and pulled the keys from the ignition. "Ask me one more time and I'm going to hit you." Jody replied simply, catching his eyes for only a moment before getting out of the truck. She pulled a duffle bag out from under the seat and made her way around to the back as Castiel and Sam joined her. "I'm supposed to be on patrol here tonight, so there shouldn't be cops rolling by the joint, but make sure you've got your fake ID's on you just in case." She informed as she pulled the tailgate open and dropped the duffle bag down onto it. "If anyone asks, you're working with me and we're following up on the investigation."
Passing a hand down the inside of his overcoat just to be sure he had his ID on him, Castiel watched as Sam leaned back against the truck, his eyes fixed on the abandoned factory looming in front of them. Following his gaze up to the shattered window he'd been pushed through, the angel could tell the events of the night before were once again playing in the back of his head. "Are you alright?" He quietly asked, his voice tearing Sam away from his thoughts.
Sam looked over for only a moment before clearing his throat and passing a hand over his face. "Yeah I'm fine." He was quick to reply as he straightened out, unaware that the angel had been studying him carefully. "It just all happened so fast..." He started, trailing off as his eyes fell to the Impala that was still parked right where they had left it. "One second it was a hunt like any other and the next thing I knew Dean was down and it came after me." Sam paused as he felt the words catch in the back of his throat. "Every time I close my eyes all I see that damn thing pinning Dean to the floor."
"Don't worry, we'll find him." Castiel reassured.
"Yeah and we're gonna kill the damn thing before it takes anyone else down." Jody added as she tossed her duffle back into the truck and shut the tailgate. "As far as we know, this thing is going to come after me before it pays any attention to either of you. So give me a few feet and hang back, keep your distance but don't let me get out of your sight."
Castiel offered her a nod as they made their way up to the door, yellow police tape and 'No Trespassing' signs clinging to the chain link fence set up to block the entrance. The large lock on the gate and the multiple warnings didn't seem like they were doing much to keep people out.
"Keep your eyes open and be careful." Sam said as he watched Jody reach for the door. "We'll be right behind you, but this thing was fast."
She gave him a nod as she turned her flashlight on and stepped into the old factory. Though the sun was just starting to set, it was already almost as dark as night inside the large abandoned building. She walked cautiously, her eyes scanning the various shadows her flashlight cast along the floor and behind various pieces of idle machinery. "Using yourself as the bait was a great idea." She muttered to herself. Swallowing hard, she did her best to keep her nerves under control as she baited their trap to lure the creature out of hiding. "Hello?" She called out in the darkness, her voice bouncing off the walls around her. She paused in her steps and turned on the spot as a sound in the distance caught her attention."South Dakota Sherriff identify yourself." She continued, glancing over her shoulder at the men waiting in the doorway before moving on.
Keeping their eye on the beam of Jody's flashlight, Sam and Castiel crept into the dark building after her. Taking cover behind a stack of old crates and wooden pallets, the pair watched as the woman wandered the floor, her focus on something at the far end of the large factory. "I've got a bad feeling about this."Sam whispered to the angel at his side as they moved up a few more feet and ducked down behind a piece of machinery. "I think it's setting her up just like I think it set Dean up, I think it's a trap and it's luring her in."
"I thought that was the plan." Castiel quietly replied, taking a quick glance at the man beside him before focusing on Jody. "We need the blood of a victim to kill this Djin, Jody offered to..."
"I know she offered, I've just got a bad feeling about this." Sam interrupted, unable to shake the gut feeling that their plan to lure the creature out of hiding, would cost them more than what they'd bargained for.
When the creak of a rusty door on its hinges echoed in the silence, Jody came to a stop. "Sioux Falls Sherriff, this is private property and you have no right to be here." She called out, her flashlight illuminating a large steel door as she approached it. The door was slightly ajar and for a moment she wondered if the light breeze would be enough to move it. "Identify yourself." She continued, eyeing the 'Maintenance personnel only' and 'High voltage' signs that were prominently displayed below the faded white lettering that read 'Pumping Power Station B.' As her heart started to race, her free hand instinctively reached for the handle of her gun. She reached over to push the door open with her other hand but froze as the sound of glass snapping under someone's feet, forced her to look away. In the second it took for her to turn towards the direction the sound had come from, the door swung open and a cold hand wrapped around her throat.