Shambala 6/?
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Jo stumbles across a small town in Nevada where the townspeople are a little off. So she asks for the boys' help.
Chapter 6:
Dean and Jo pulled up to the crime scene and slowly climbed from the Impala. The scene was blocked off with tape and road blocks. Running his tongue over his lips Dean stared at Jo.
“You ready?” he asked her. She looked up at him tiredly, sighing heavily.
“Let’s just do this,” she said, squaring her shoulders determinedly. She was more than ready to put this case to bed and get the hell out of Nevada.
As the two of them approached the scene, scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary, a policeman quickly advanced on them.
“Sorry, you can’t get through here,” the police officer said.
“Not to worry, sir. We just wanted to ask you a couple quick questions,” Dean reassured him, flashing a tight-lipped smile. Jesus. Did that seriously just leave my mouth? Sammy must be getting to me. Getting all soft on cops? Talk about a nightmare waiting to happen. Dean thought, shuddering internally.
“Don’t have time to be dealing with a couple of punk kids,” the officer replied gruffly.
“Wait! Please, officer. It’s just, we heard you were close with Officer Norris and we were wondering if you knew why anyone would want him killed?” Jo implored.
“Sorry, girly. Like I told your boyfriend here, we don’t have time for this crap.”
“But he, he was my uncle. The only living relative I had left in the world after my folks died in a horrible car accident,” Jo sobbed, burying her face in Dean’s chest. Dean shot the cop a ‘see what you did now, you unfeeling bastard?’ look. The officer shifted awkwardly on his feet, suddenly looking guilty. Sighing heavily, he threw up his hands in defeat.
“All right. I’ll go see what I can find out. But the two of you better stay put,” the officer barked, heading off to talk to his superior about the case.
“Thank you so much!” Jo gushed, her face immediately lighting up and devoid of tears which the police officer failed to notice. Once they were alone Jo turned to Dean, a smug look on her face. Dean laughed, shaking his head.
“No wonder you and Sam always get along. Always about the dramatics with you two, huh?” he asked with a smirk. The smile slid from Jo’s face, and she let out a huff of anger as she crossed her arms at her chest.
“You’re such a jerk. Can’t even be bothered to thank me for getting the info we needed.”
“In case you didn’t notice I was handling things just fine until you opened your mouth and spit out that pathetic sob story,” Dean snapped. Jo gasped aloud as if she’d been physically harmed rather than verbally.
As soon as they’d gotten the necessary information from the police officer, Jo took off walking back to their motel. And all the cajoling and pleading Dean did for Jo to please get back into the Impala was to no avail as she continued to ignore him. So with a shrug of his shoulders he took off down the road, leaving her to walk back by herself.
***
Half-an-hour later Dean was being woken up by his brother. Sam shook his shoulder, whispering loudly.
“Dean, wake up. Dean!”
“Lemme ‘lone, Sammy,” Dean grumbled, burying his head into his pillow.
“Dean, wake up. Jo? Where’s Jo?” Sam asked insistently. Dean fully awoke at these words. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he sat up in bed realizing Sarah was in the room as well.
“Hey, Sarah,” he mumbled, his voice still rough with sleep.
“Dean,” Sarah replied with a smile at the eldest Winchester. Turning his attention to Sam, Dean’s face was a mix of confusion and fear.
“Jo and I…We had a fight. I tried to coax her back into the Impala, but she wasn’t having any of it. I really thought she’d be back by now so we could start round two,” he choked out.
“Yeah, well, it doesn’t look like she made it,” Sam said softly.
“Dammit,” Dean cursed under his breath. “All right. Let’s go,” he said, climbing from his bed.
“Where?” Sam asked.
“We have to find her, Sammy. I need to,” Dean said determinedly as he pulled on his boots and jacket. Sam nodded in agreement.
“Okay. Let’s go,” he said pulling on his coat as well. Dean sighed, giving him a curt nod as the two of them and Sarah left the motel room.
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Jo stumbles across a small town in Nevada where the townspeople are a little off. So she asks for the boys' help.
Chapter 6:
Dean and Jo pulled up to the crime scene and slowly climbed from the Impala. The scene was blocked off with tape and road blocks. Running his tongue over his lips Dean stared at Jo.
“You ready?” he asked her. She looked up at him tiredly, sighing heavily.
“Let’s just do this,” she said, squaring her shoulders determinedly. She was more than ready to put this case to bed and get the hell out of Nevada.
As the two of them approached the scene, scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary, a policeman quickly advanced on them.
“Sorry, you can’t get through here,” the police officer said.
“Not to worry, sir. We just wanted to ask you a couple quick questions,” Dean reassured him, flashing a tight-lipped smile. Jesus. Did that seriously just leave my mouth? Sammy must be getting to me. Getting all soft on cops? Talk about a nightmare waiting to happen. Dean thought, shuddering internally.
“Don’t have time to be dealing with a couple of punk kids,” the officer replied gruffly.
“Wait! Please, officer. It’s just, we heard you were close with Officer Norris and we were wondering if you knew why anyone would want him killed?” Jo implored.
“Sorry, girly. Like I told your boyfriend here, we don’t have time for this crap.”
“But he, he was my uncle. The only living relative I had left in the world after my folks died in a horrible car accident,” Jo sobbed, burying her face in Dean’s chest. Dean shot the cop a ‘see what you did now, you unfeeling bastard?’ look. The officer shifted awkwardly on his feet, suddenly looking guilty. Sighing heavily, he threw up his hands in defeat.
“All right. I’ll go see what I can find out. But the two of you better stay put,” the officer barked, heading off to talk to his superior about the case.
“Thank you so much!” Jo gushed, her face immediately lighting up and devoid of tears which the police officer failed to notice. Once they were alone Jo turned to Dean, a smug look on her face. Dean laughed, shaking his head.
“No wonder you and Sam always get along. Always about the dramatics with you two, huh?” he asked with a smirk. The smile slid from Jo’s face, and she let out a huff of anger as she crossed her arms at her chest.
“You’re such a jerk. Can’t even be bothered to thank me for getting the info we needed.”
“In case you didn’t notice I was handling things just fine until you opened your mouth and spit out that pathetic sob story,” Dean snapped. Jo gasped aloud as if she’d been physically harmed rather than verbally.
As soon as they’d gotten the necessary information from the police officer, Jo took off walking back to their motel. And all the cajoling and pleading Dean did for Jo to please get back into the Impala was to no avail as she continued to ignore him. So with a shrug of his shoulders he took off down the road, leaving her to walk back by herself.
***
Half-an-hour later Dean was being woken up by his brother. Sam shook his shoulder, whispering loudly.
“Dean, wake up. Dean!”
“Lemme ‘lone, Sammy,” Dean grumbled, burying his head into his pillow.
“Dean, wake up. Jo? Where’s Jo?” Sam asked insistently. Dean fully awoke at these words. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he sat up in bed realizing Sarah was in the room as well.
“Hey, Sarah,” he mumbled, his voice still rough with sleep.
“Dean,” Sarah replied with a smile at the eldest Winchester. Turning his attention to Sam, Dean’s face was a mix of confusion and fear.
“Jo and I…We had a fight. I tried to coax her back into the Impala, but she wasn’t having any of it. I really thought she’d be back by now so we could start round two,” he choked out.
“Yeah, well, it doesn’t look like she made it,” Sam said softly.
“Dammit,” Dean cursed under his breath. “All right. Let’s go,” he said, climbing from his bed.
“Where?” Sam asked.
“We have to find her, Sammy. I need to,” Dean said determinedly as he pulled on his boots and jacket. Sam nodded in agreement.
“Okay. Let’s go,” he said pulling on his coat as well. Dean sighed, giving him a curt nod as the two of them and Sarah left the motel room.