[BCM] Good and Evil
[Jo not binding on any muse but the one in my head, and any OOCness is totally my bad considering I don’t write Jo-ever. Sam is likely_evil.]
Finding Jo had been easier than most other things. She wasn’t exactly the first person that came to mind when he was thinking that he needed to talk to someone-Ellen, actually, would have been a better choice, given her history with the family and the fact that she was just older-but she was the easiest one to find, and he was willing, at this point, to choose expedience over quality.
It was a bit of a drive, from where he was to the bar where she was last spotted, but that wasn’t so much of a problem. Windows down, music blaring, nothing but road-he’d never considered that a bad place to be. He hadn’t had a chance to really drive since getting pulled from the pit, and with things the way they were, he figured that now was as good an opportunity as ever. So he said goodbye to Sam, got in his car, and just started driving, wanting to feel the purr of the motor under his hands and just see nothing but asphalt for a good long while.
When he finally did arrive at the no-name bar in the middle of nowhere where she was hiding out, he hesitated about going inside. He hadn’t seen Jo in near about two years, and he didn’t know what she may or may not have heard concerning his-situation. He was pushing himself to his feet and climbing out after a minute, however, ready to take whatever circumstances or consequences may come. If he needed to go through the whole holy water silver knife routine again, then he’d go through it again. He had a feeling he probably wouldn’t stop doing it. Not any time soon.
She saw him the minute he stepped in the door, and he could tell from the look in her eyes that she knew at least up to the point that his life had technically ended four months ago. The fact that he was alive again? Not so much. He watched as she spoke to the other man behind the bar with her, before turning back to him, and nodding her head ever so slightly in the direction of one of the back rooms in the bar. He nodded slightly, before following her in.
It was some kind of storage closet, not all that far from where the edge of the bar was. It was a small area, with a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The light wasn’t exactly the brightest thing in the world, but it was enough that he caught the glint of the flask in her hand before the water came up and splashed him in the face. He closed his eyes for a minute, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side slightly.
“Nice to see you too, Jo.”
“You’re not a demon.” At this point, he opened his eyes, sighing heavily, and shaking his head.
“No-not a demon. And I’m not a shapeshifter either.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the silver knife he kept there, before shrugging one arm out of his jacket. “Would you like me to prove that too?”
Jo crossed her arms in front of her chest, giving him a look that clearly asked him if he thought she was stupid. “What do you think?”
Dean rolled his eyes before bringing up his free arm, sliding the knife against his skin just under the sleeve of his t-shirt. He winced slightly at the initial cut, but other than that there were no adverse reactions. Jo just watched, wide-eyed, before looking up at him, confused.
“You’re human.”
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“But-you died.”
“Yeah.”
“And now you’re back, and you’re human-” Jo froze after a moment, before looking up at him again. “-Sam didn’t-”
“Sam didn’t sell his soul,” Dean sighed. “Apparently they wouldn’t deal.”
Now there was nothing but confusion again, tilting her head to the side slightly. “So how the hell-”
Dean just flashed her a grin, before responding. “Get me a beer and I’ll tell ya all about it.”
She snorted slightly, rolling her eyes, before nodding and moving past him to the door of the closet. “I hope you like whatever’s on tap, cuz you’re not getting anything else.”
“Aww, c’mon Jo-I just came back from the dead. Live a little.”
***
“So-angels?” The skepticism was written all over her face, and he didn’t blame her. If the situation he had been reversed he would have been looking at her in exactly the same way for exactly the same reason. “Wings, halos-the whole bit?”
“Apparently so,” Dean said with a sigh. “I have yet to see a halo, but the wings-they’re definitely there. There’s also this nasty eyeball melting thing they do when you look on them in their true form.” He paused for a minute, before taking a long pull from his beer and shaking his head. “They’re not exactly the things you see on the front of a Hallmark card.”
“And-they’re after Sam?”
At that, Dean’s eyes dropped to the table in front of him, drumming his fingers idly against the edge of it. “If I tell you this, it doesn’t get around-he doesn’t need more hunters coming after him because of this.”
“It’s about that whole psychic kid thing, isn’t it?”
“Jo.” She didn’t respond to what he’d asked her, and he needed to know that before this went anywhere. There were too many variables here, and he didn’t want another Gordon situation on his hands.
“I won’t tell anyone, Dean,” she said with a nod. “I swear-despite prior events, I kind of like the guy.”
Dean nodded slowly, taking another sip of his beer, before closing his eyes again. “He has demon blood, Jo. That bastard-he bled in his mouth when he was a kid. That’s why Sam has those visions.”
“So he’s-”
“He’s been using the powers to exorcise demons-with his mind.”
Jo paused for a minute, her brow wrinkling in confusion as she thought over what he was saying. “That’s a-bad thing?”
“Apparently the heavenly hosts think so,” Dean said with a sigh. “This angel-he said, point blank, that if I don’t stop Sam they will.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.” He took another sip of his beer, before sighing heavily. “I really don’t know what to do, Jo.”
Jo sighed heavily, before crossing her arms in front of her chest and leaning back at the table. “Well, way I see it, you’ve got two choices. You can continue to sit here and watch me watch you get drunk-”
“Well, sweetheart-I never said you couldn’t participate,” he grinned, before nudging the beer in her direction slightly, and she gave him a look.
“Or-you can head back to wherever you came from, and talk to Sam.” Dean raised his eyebrows in her direction, and she rolled her eyes. “Or punch him in the face. Either way, you two have to work this out. Sam-he probably needs to know that he’s at least not alone in this.”
He took another sip of his beer, finishing off the bottle, before narrowing his eyes back at her. “I hate it when you’re right.”
“Funny-I’m always right. You think you would be used to it by now.” He glowered in her direction, and she just flashed him a grin. “Give me a shout when you’re heading out, alright?”
“Alright,” he nodded, before leaning back to take a sip of his beer again, and staring out the window. He knew she was right and he’d have to get back to Sam eventually. But for the moment, until he got his head on straight again-he needed to be anywhere but there.
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Finding Jo had been easier than most other things. She wasn’t exactly the first person that came to mind when he was thinking that he needed to talk to someone-Ellen, actually, would have been a better choice, given her history with the family and the fact that she was just older-but she was the easiest one to find, and he was willing, at this point, to choose expedience over quality.
It was a bit of a drive, from where he was to the bar where she was last spotted, but that wasn’t so much of a problem. Windows down, music blaring, nothing but road-he’d never considered that a bad place to be. He hadn’t had a chance to really drive since getting pulled from the pit, and with things the way they were, he figured that now was as good an opportunity as ever. So he said goodbye to Sam, got in his car, and just started driving, wanting to feel the purr of the motor under his hands and just see nothing but asphalt for a good long while.
When he finally did arrive at the no-name bar in the middle of nowhere where she was hiding out, he hesitated about going inside. He hadn’t seen Jo in near about two years, and he didn’t know what she may or may not have heard concerning his-situation. He was pushing himself to his feet and climbing out after a minute, however, ready to take whatever circumstances or consequences may come. If he needed to go through the whole holy water silver knife routine again, then he’d go through it again. He had a feeling he probably wouldn’t stop doing it. Not any time soon.
She saw him the minute he stepped in the door, and he could tell from the look in her eyes that she knew at least up to the point that his life had technically ended four months ago. The fact that he was alive again? Not so much. He watched as she spoke to the other man behind the bar with her, before turning back to him, and nodding her head ever so slightly in the direction of one of the back rooms in the bar. He nodded slightly, before following her in.
It was some kind of storage closet, not all that far from where the edge of the bar was. It was a small area, with a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The light wasn’t exactly the brightest thing in the world, but it was enough that he caught the glint of the flask in her hand before the water came up and splashed him in the face. He closed his eyes for a minute, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side slightly.
“Nice to see you too, Jo.”
“You’re not a demon.” At this point, he opened his eyes, sighing heavily, and shaking his head.
“No-not a demon. And I’m not a shapeshifter either.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the silver knife he kept there, before shrugging one arm out of his jacket. “Would you like me to prove that too?”
Jo crossed her arms in front of her chest, giving him a look that clearly asked him if he thought she was stupid. “What do you think?”
Dean rolled his eyes before bringing up his free arm, sliding the knife against his skin just under the sleeve of his t-shirt. He winced slightly at the initial cut, but other than that there were no adverse reactions. Jo just watched, wide-eyed, before looking up at him, confused.
“You’re human.”
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“But-you died.”
“Yeah.”
“And now you’re back, and you’re human-” Jo froze after a moment, before looking up at him again. “-Sam didn’t-”
“Sam didn’t sell his soul,” Dean sighed. “Apparently they wouldn’t deal.”
Now there was nothing but confusion again, tilting her head to the side slightly. “So how the hell-”
Dean just flashed her a grin, before responding. “Get me a beer and I’ll tell ya all about it.”
She snorted slightly, rolling her eyes, before nodding and moving past him to the door of the closet. “I hope you like whatever’s on tap, cuz you’re not getting anything else.”
“Aww, c’mon Jo-I just came back from the dead. Live a little.”
***
“So-angels?” The skepticism was written all over her face, and he didn’t blame her. If the situation he had been reversed he would have been looking at her in exactly the same way for exactly the same reason. “Wings, halos-the whole bit?”
“Apparently so,” Dean said with a sigh. “I have yet to see a halo, but the wings-they’re definitely there. There’s also this nasty eyeball melting thing they do when you look on them in their true form.” He paused for a minute, before taking a long pull from his beer and shaking his head. “They’re not exactly the things you see on the front of a Hallmark card.”
“And-they’re after Sam?”
At that, Dean’s eyes dropped to the table in front of him, drumming his fingers idly against the edge of it. “If I tell you this, it doesn’t get around-he doesn’t need more hunters coming after him because of this.”
“It’s about that whole psychic kid thing, isn’t it?”
“Jo.” She didn’t respond to what he’d asked her, and he needed to know that before this went anywhere. There were too many variables here, and he didn’t want another Gordon situation on his hands.
“I won’t tell anyone, Dean,” she said with a nod. “I swear-despite prior events, I kind of like the guy.”
Dean nodded slowly, taking another sip of his beer, before closing his eyes again. “He has demon blood, Jo. That bastard-he bled in his mouth when he was a kid. That’s why Sam has those visions.”
“So he’s-”
“He’s been using the powers to exorcise demons-with his mind.”
Jo paused for a minute, her brow wrinkling in confusion as she thought over what he was saying. “That’s a-bad thing?”
“Apparently the heavenly hosts think so,” Dean said with a sigh. “This angel-he said, point blank, that if I don’t stop Sam they will.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.” He took another sip of his beer, before sighing heavily. “I really don’t know what to do, Jo.”
Jo sighed heavily, before crossing her arms in front of her chest and leaning back at the table. “Well, way I see it, you’ve got two choices. You can continue to sit here and watch me watch you get drunk-”
“Well, sweetheart-I never said you couldn’t participate,” he grinned, before nudging the beer in her direction slightly, and she gave him a look.
“Or-you can head back to wherever you came from, and talk to Sam.” Dean raised his eyebrows in her direction, and she rolled her eyes. “Or punch him in the face. Either way, you two have to work this out. Sam-he probably needs to know that he’s at least not alone in this.”
He took another sip of his beer, finishing off the bottle, before narrowing his eyes back at her. “I hate it when you’re right.”
“Funny-I’m always right. You think you would be used to it by now.” He glowered in her direction, and she just flashed him a grin. “Give me a shout when you’re heading out, alright?”
“Alright,” he nodded, before leaning back to take a sip of his beer again, and staring out the window. He knew she was right and he’d have to get back to Sam eventually. But for the moment, until he got his head on straight again-he needed to be anywhere but there.
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