fanfiction: Supernatural: Series: Love's Dying Wish {1} Death Whisperer-pg-13
Title: Love’s Dying Wish (1/?)
Ch.1: Death Whisperer
Disclaimer: Don’t Own, Am Broke
Rating: PG-13/T to NC-17/M This Chapter: PG-13/T
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby, Ellen, Ruby, Lilith, Bella, & Jo; OC: Walter & Lilah. This chapter: Dean, Jo, Ruby, Walter & Lilah.
Warning: Character Death, continuity!AU, and Spoilers up until the last episode aired in the US. This chapter: Character Death, rating for language and violence.
Summary: A Spirit can’t pass on if they have unresolved issues with themselves or someone else. This chapter: Dean wakes up and falls down.
Author’s Note: Italicized means thoughts or flashback. Angst and sadness ahead you have been warned continue at your own risk.
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“What do you think Dean? Do you think Sammy is ready to toss around a football yet?”
“Take Sammy outside and don’t look back. Now Dean!”
“There are things in the shadows, evil things, that I hunt. One of those things killed your mother and I intend to find it and take it down.”
“I can’t stay here Dean, not with...I’m going to California. I got into Stanford a full scholarship.”
“I can’t do this alone.” “Yes you can.” “I don’t want to.”
“I’ve got to find dad.” “I’ve got to kill the demon” “He’s not worth dieing for.”
“That was for our mom, you son-of-a-bitch.”
“How long Dean, How long do you have?” “One year”
“No I wont let you.” “It is the only way Dean.” “Not going to happen Sammy.”
“Dean why can’t you...” SCREECH...CRASH...
The first thing he felt was wetness against his face and legs. The pull of something heavy on his body that was weighing him down. He opened his mouth to breathe and tasted dirt and leaves. Immediately he closed his mouth and opened his eyes. He saw nothing but pitch, it scared him until he realized the weight was gravity and that he was looking at the ground.
He picked his head up slowly as the world spun around him like a toy globe. He blinked several times trying to clear his head all he saw was shadows on shadows and he wondered if he was in hell. He had imagined hell to be much brighter and hotter. Slowly he rolled onto his back. He felt every muscle ache and yell at being used after such a long time; every bone creaked so loudly he thought he would attract some undesirable animal. He leaned up against a tree as he tried to get a grip on where he was.
He couldn’t remember anything past the last time he had food, his stomach growled. He and Sammy had been at a diner, another no-name place in the middle of back country America where a haunting had taken place. Their work was done and Sam had started talking about Dean’s deal and how to break it. Sam had found something in an obscure book hidden in the towns library; the real reason he had wanted to come to New Hill, South Dakota. Dean had been angry that Sam had tricked him, though Dean had used the trick many times on Sammy before it didn’t mean Sammy could use it on him. Dean then remember getting into the car angry and continuing the argument. After that everything was a blur, of bright lights and pain.
Dean suddenly realized he hadn’t looked for Sammy yet. He started getting up trying to steady himself on the tree, his body ached but there didn’t seem to be any real injuries. He didn’t feel any blood gushing out or any real severe pain in any one part of his body, everything hurt. Slowly he pushed off the tree trying to balance on his unstable legs. As he succeeded in stepping forward without falling he began to look around trying to find some type of bearings, something recognizable. He stepped slowly not knowing how flat the ground was, he noticed a slight incline to his right and turned. The shadows seemed to be less prominent in that direction so he followed it. His eyes weren’t doing him any good even with them adjusted to the dark there was so little light, that he still was having a hard time seeing.
“Sammy!” He called out, his voice sounded distant to him and covered in cobwebs. He tried to clear his throat but only made it worse, he really needed a drink. Suddenly he heard a sound, it was far off in the distance but it was distinct. He walked faster, at least as fast as his tired legs would carry him. The ground suddenly started getting steeper and Dean found himself almost crawling on all fours and grabbing at the next available branch or tree to pull himself up. He didn’t try to think about how out of shape he was.
As he came to the edge of the hill he suddenly found himself on an open road, with nothing to hold himself up. His body took that moment to feel queasy from the exertion of climbing the short incline and he began to wobble. There was no shoulder to lean on to, no hand to catch him before he fell, and no one around to watch him fall.
The car’s driver seemed to be more observant then most, he stopped fifty feet away from Dean, the engine seemed to turn off immediately and yet the headlights were still on. He tried to get up but his body wouldn’t respond to his demands, his legs just wouldn’t move. He heard the doors close on the car, two distinct sounds. He looked up pulling a hand up to block out most of the blinding headlight. He couldn’t see the faces of the figures as they walked up. His eyes too used to the darkness of the forest had begun to tear up from the rude introduction of florescent.
Backlit by the headlights all he could see was their outlines. One was obviously a female from the large hips and other distinguishing features he could tell. She held herself like a hunter, stance parted slightly one foot in back of the other. Her hands held a shotgun, pointing to the ground but ready to be brought up at any sign of danger. The other stood as if he was gawking, legs spread wide, Dean knew at least seven different moves he could do to kick the kids feet out from under him. Dean waited for them to speak, but they didn’t, so he decided to begin the conversation.
“I don’t think you’ll be needing that sweetheart.” Dean nodded to the shotgun in the girls hand. He suspected they were in their twenties from the height and build of their bodies.
Dean was surprised by their response, the boy took a sharp in take of breath and the girl released one of her hands on the shot gun letting it hang uselessly by her side. Then the girl stepped in and towards the boy. He turned towards her and Dean could hear fast whispering that his ears just wouldn’t strain to listen. finally after what felt like an hour, but probably was only three minutes, they broke and the female came forward. The male had taken her shotgun.
“Hello, I’m Lilah.” She introduced herself kneeling down and away from the light so that Dean could just barely make out her facial features. She looked young early twenties, brown curly hair cut short around her round face and plump lips. Her body was full and nicely proportioned and she wore a t-shirt and baggy jeans. Dean resisted trying to see anymore of her as the male walked up to them, a cellphone plastered to his face.
“This here is Walter.” Lilah said with a nod, her accent was definitely Iowan. “We’re going to help you out. We will take you to a hospital.” She said as she looked up at Walter as he nodded back to her. Dean felt like they were communicating silently as if they had their own language.
“You can call me Bud.” Walter said in a thick New England accent. Dean heard mumbled words as he walked off talking on the phone.
He tried to smile brightly at Lilah but his face felt stiff and it was painful even to move his lips up slightly. “I don’t need to go to a hospital. I need to find my brother Sammy. I need you to help me find him.”
Dean wasn’t really looking at Lilah’s face, he didn’t really notice a fleeting emotion cross her eyes that he might have interpreted as sympathy and sadness. He was really looking into the woods trying to strain his eyes in search of his baby brother.
“I’m sorry sir, you really should go to the hospital. There is one not too far up the road. Walter works...”
“No, I will not leave here without knowing where my brother is. He might be near a car...” Dean suddenly felt like tiny light bulbs were flashing behind his eyes. he remembered now, a sharp turn to avoid something, sudden screech of breaks and tires burning on the road. The jamming of his body as the impala was steered off the road into the forest. Then everything went blank again, as if his memory just stopped there and began up again just 20 minutes ago.
“Alright sir, Why don’t I get you into the back seat of our car and you let me and Walter look for your brother.” Lilah said compromising.
Dean wanted to object, he wanted to say that he was strong enough to get up on his own but he knew he wouldn’t be able to. His body suddenly felt like it was ten tons. Dean suddenly wondered if he had missed a wound and he really was loosing a lot of blood. His eyelids drooped too heavy to hold up, he heard at the edge of his consciousness Lilah calling for Walter, before his mind and vision went blank.
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“This can’t be possible.” The women’s voice sunk through the darkness like a knife through skin. Dean knew that voice, he had left it quickly trying to avoid any attachment.
“How else would it explain the disappearances...” That voice was one he had just met, Dean was still trying to rake his brain for the name, when he realized the voices had stopped.
“Dean?” The first voice asked. Dean didn’t want to look into her eyes, he knew what he would see, sadness, forgiveness and sympathy. He felt a hand on his shoulder, he blamed the hunter instinct for opening his eyes. It was a mistake, sun blared at him through an open window so loud he could hear it screaming through his eyes.
“Close the shades Lilah, Bud get the drink.” Her voice was older then he remembered, and mature. It was filled with seeing things no women should ever have to endure, doing things no women should ever have to do, and living through all of it to fight and hunt another day.
Darkness suddenly lit across his closed eyes and he slowly opened them again, trying to figure out how many cracks were in the old wooden ceiling he was staring at. The hand on his shoulder squeezed slightly and then he felt something cold and moist being pushed into his hand. He didn’t look at the faces, just moved his eyes down to his hand. He held a glass of water.
He wouldn’t have been able to sit up with out the arm coming around his shoulders, moving the pillow against the wall so he could lean against it. He still wouldn’t look into her eyes. “Dean?” She asked again, she wanted him to look at her.
Slowly as he swallowed the glass of water quickly feeling it move down cold against his throat and esophagus, he turned his eyes to look. Books were scattered everywhere in the small room. The smell of salt and ash highlighted the air hiding the slight lilac odor coming from the open window. The two young adults watched him watching them, he could now see all of their features clearly, both had the look of knowing too much about what went bump in the night. Finally his eyes fell upon Jo, her hair held up into a thoughtless bun, sweat moistened her brow, eyes watching him with concern and what Dean could only describe as apprehension. She had aged well.
“Where is Sam?” He asked determined to not have to talk about himself or them or anything else that might be happening around them.
“Dean, you...You and Sam were in an accident.” Jo said slowly trying to figure out what to say.
Dean instantly tensed. Where was Sam? Was he hurt? He had to find him. Sam might need him. “Where is he? He might need me.” Dean said trying to get up.
“Wait.” Jo said she put her hand up but didn’t touch him. “He is fine, he was the one who survived.”
“What?” Dean said looking at her like she had just told him he had turned into a kangaroo.
“Dean it’s been ten years since the accident, since you and Sam solved the haunting of New Hill, South Dakota.” Jo explained.
Dean just stared at her unbelieving. “No that’s not possible. Then how am I here, why am I not in Hell?”
“We don’t know.” Jo said hesitantly. “A lot of things have happened since then, the world has changed. Sam has...he has gone into hiding, he isn’t hunting anymore.”
Dean knew Jo was not telling him the entire truth because she wouldn’t look at him when she spoke the last words. He would have asked more questioned but the lights began to flicker. Lilah and Walter suddenly stood up shotguns in hand, ready for what ever was disrupting the electromagnetic field.
“Hello Dean, long time no see.” The familiar demoness voice spoke from across the room. She was shadowed in darkness only her feet were seen in the rays coming from the shaded window.
“What?” Jo said picking up her own gun, it looked familiar, it looked like the colt.
“Settled down, if I wanted you dead you would already be dead.” She said to the three hunters in the room. She stepped out of the shadows, tension mounting with her slow smile.
“Dean you know her?” Jo asked suspicious.
“Yeah, she’s a demon.” Dean said watching as three bullets immediately released from the guns. He wasn’t surprised when they dropped to the floor useless three inches away from Ruby’s face or that the three hunters were thrown across the room and held against the wall.
“Stay, I have a few things to discuss with the elder Winchester.” She said walking over to where Dean still lay, empty cup still in his hand.
“What are you doing here?” Dean asked, anger surfacing. She was a demon and she had lied to Sammy, no matter how many times she saved them she would still be a Demon to Dean.
“I could ask you the same thing. You aren’t suppose to be up here any more, Dean. Your contract has not been filled, and because of that they are going after your brother.” Ruby explained sitting on the chair Jo had been on just a minute before.
“Where is my brother?” Dean asked.
“Safe for now.” Ruby said not giving anymore explanation.
“Is it true, did I really die?” Dean asked.
“Yes, but something is holding you back, you need to resolve your issues soon Dean. I have distracted Lilith for the last ten years, but she is running low on patience and I am running low on ideas.” Ruby explained.
“What do I need to do?” Dean said ready to do anything to keep his brother out of danger.
Ruby’s smile did not reassure Dean. “Honestly I don’t know. I can’t look inside you and tell you what is keeping you here, all I know is that you need to figure it out, soon.” Dean turned away to look at his hands, trying to figure out why he would be held back, why the contract with the Demons hadn’t been fulfilled. when he looked back up Ruby was gone. As the door closed, the three hunters fell from the wall.
Lilah and Walter immediately ran outside to see if they could catch Ruby, Dean knew it was pointless. Jo came over to Dean looking quickly over his body to see if he was injured, at least that is what he thought she was doing. “Dean how do you know Ruby?” Jo asked, she didn’t sit down next to him and she still held the colt in her right hand.
“She’s been helping us out, saved our butts a few times.” Dean didn’t like talking well of Ruby, but for some reason he couldn’t lie.
“Really? She’s been sighted helping out Lilith, she has been called her Lieutenant.” Jo explained still not sitting, Dean was getting tired of looking up at her face.
“Not possible, she said that she wanted to help get Sam ready to fight the war against Lilith.” Dean said his voice didn’t sound too convincing.
“She’s gone.” Walter said as he came back into the house. “This is exactly what I warned you about, he isn’t to be trusted, he is one of them.”
Lilah walked in behind him looking sad and worn. “You don’t know that, he could just be a spirit...”
“Leave now!” Jo said anger apparent in her voice. “Call and tell them that she was sighted.” Jo said as an afterthought as the two stilled before they quickly left the room.
“How did you find those two?” Dean asked trying to make light conversation.
“You would be surprised how many kids want to fight demons after they lost their families to them.” Jo said almost sadly as if it had happened to her.
Dean detected the change in her voice and attitude immediately. “What happened to Ellen?”
“She died fighting.” Jo didn’t give anymore explanation.
“What about Bobby?” Dean said afraid to hear what she was going to say.
“Lilith came after him right after Sam went into hiding, he never had a chance.” Jo said he could hear tears in her voice but he didn’t see any evidence on her face.
“I’m sorry.” Dean said truly sympathetic, both of them would be missed.
“I am too.” Jo said lifting the colt in her hands. Dean could finally see the tears in her eyes. However his concentration moved immediately to the barrel of the colt staring down at him from her hands.
TBC
Ch.1: Death Whisperer
Disclaimer: Don’t Own, Am Broke
Rating: PG-13/T to NC-17/M This Chapter: PG-13/T
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby, Ellen, Ruby, Lilith, Bella, & Jo; OC: Walter & Lilah. This chapter: Dean, Jo, Ruby, Walter & Lilah.
Warning: Character Death, continuity!AU, and Spoilers up until the last episode aired in the US. This chapter: Character Death, rating for language and violence.
Summary: A Spirit can’t pass on if they have unresolved issues with themselves or someone else. This chapter: Dean wakes up and falls down.
Author’s Note: Italicized means thoughts or flashback. Angst and sadness ahead you have been warned continue at your own risk.
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“What do you think Dean? Do you think Sammy is ready to toss around a football yet?”
“Take Sammy outside and don’t look back. Now Dean!”
“There are things in the shadows, evil things, that I hunt. One of those things killed your mother and I intend to find it and take it down.”
“I can’t stay here Dean, not with...I’m going to California. I got into Stanford a full scholarship.”
“I can’t do this alone.” “Yes you can.” “I don’t want to.”
“I’ve got to find dad.” “I’ve got to kill the demon” “He’s not worth dieing for.”
“That was for our mom, you son-of-a-bitch.”
“How long Dean, How long do you have?” “One year”
“No I wont let you.” “It is the only way Dean.” “Not going to happen Sammy.”
“Dean why can’t you...” SCREECH...CRASH...
The first thing he felt was wetness against his face and legs. The pull of something heavy on his body that was weighing him down. He opened his mouth to breathe and tasted dirt and leaves. Immediately he closed his mouth and opened his eyes. He saw nothing but pitch, it scared him until he realized the weight was gravity and that he was looking at the ground.
He picked his head up slowly as the world spun around him like a toy globe. He blinked several times trying to clear his head all he saw was shadows on shadows and he wondered if he was in hell. He had imagined hell to be much brighter and hotter. Slowly he rolled onto his back. He felt every muscle ache and yell at being used after such a long time; every bone creaked so loudly he thought he would attract some undesirable animal. He leaned up against a tree as he tried to get a grip on where he was.
He couldn’t remember anything past the last time he had food, his stomach growled. He and Sammy had been at a diner, another no-name place in the middle of back country America where a haunting had taken place. Their work was done and Sam had started talking about Dean’s deal and how to break it. Sam had found something in an obscure book hidden in the towns library; the real reason he had wanted to come to New Hill, South Dakota. Dean had been angry that Sam had tricked him, though Dean had used the trick many times on Sammy before it didn’t mean Sammy could use it on him. Dean then remember getting into the car angry and continuing the argument. After that everything was a blur, of bright lights and pain.
Dean suddenly realized he hadn’t looked for Sammy yet. He started getting up trying to steady himself on the tree, his body ached but there didn’t seem to be any real injuries. He didn’t feel any blood gushing out or any real severe pain in any one part of his body, everything hurt. Slowly he pushed off the tree trying to balance on his unstable legs. As he succeeded in stepping forward without falling he began to look around trying to find some type of bearings, something recognizable. He stepped slowly not knowing how flat the ground was, he noticed a slight incline to his right and turned. The shadows seemed to be less prominent in that direction so he followed it. His eyes weren’t doing him any good even with them adjusted to the dark there was so little light, that he still was having a hard time seeing.
“Sammy!” He called out, his voice sounded distant to him and covered in cobwebs. He tried to clear his throat but only made it worse, he really needed a drink. Suddenly he heard a sound, it was far off in the distance but it was distinct. He walked faster, at least as fast as his tired legs would carry him. The ground suddenly started getting steeper and Dean found himself almost crawling on all fours and grabbing at the next available branch or tree to pull himself up. He didn’t try to think about how out of shape he was.
As he came to the edge of the hill he suddenly found himself on an open road, with nothing to hold himself up. His body took that moment to feel queasy from the exertion of climbing the short incline and he began to wobble. There was no shoulder to lean on to, no hand to catch him before he fell, and no one around to watch him fall.
The car’s driver seemed to be more observant then most, he stopped fifty feet away from Dean, the engine seemed to turn off immediately and yet the headlights were still on. He tried to get up but his body wouldn’t respond to his demands, his legs just wouldn’t move. He heard the doors close on the car, two distinct sounds. He looked up pulling a hand up to block out most of the blinding headlight. He couldn’t see the faces of the figures as they walked up. His eyes too used to the darkness of the forest had begun to tear up from the rude introduction of florescent.
Backlit by the headlights all he could see was their outlines. One was obviously a female from the large hips and other distinguishing features he could tell. She held herself like a hunter, stance parted slightly one foot in back of the other. Her hands held a shotgun, pointing to the ground but ready to be brought up at any sign of danger. The other stood as if he was gawking, legs spread wide, Dean knew at least seven different moves he could do to kick the kids feet out from under him. Dean waited for them to speak, but they didn’t, so he decided to begin the conversation.
“I don’t think you’ll be needing that sweetheart.” Dean nodded to the shotgun in the girls hand. He suspected they were in their twenties from the height and build of their bodies.
Dean was surprised by their response, the boy took a sharp in take of breath and the girl released one of her hands on the shot gun letting it hang uselessly by her side. Then the girl stepped in and towards the boy. He turned towards her and Dean could hear fast whispering that his ears just wouldn’t strain to listen. finally after what felt like an hour, but probably was only three minutes, they broke and the female came forward. The male had taken her shotgun.
“Hello, I’m Lilah.” She introduced herself kneeling down and away from the light so that Dean could just barely make out her facial features. She looked young early twenties, brown curly hair cut short around her round face and plump lips. Her body was full and nicely proportioned and she wore a t-shirt and baggy jeans. Dean resisted trying to see anymore of her as the male walked up to them, a cellphone plastered to his face.
“This here is Walter.” Lilah said with a nod, her accent was definitely Iowan. “We’re going to help you out. We will take you to a hospital.” She said as she looked up at Walter as he nodded back to her. Dean felt like they were communicating silently as if they had their own language.
“You can call me Bud.” Walter said in a thick New England accent. Dean heard mumbled words as he walked off talking on the phone.
He tried to smile brightly at Lilah but his face felt stiff and it was painful even to move his lips up slightly. “I don’t need to go to a hospital. I need to find my brother Sammy. I need you to help me find him.”
Dean wasn’t really looking at Lilah’s face, he didn’t really notice a fleeting emotion cross her eyes that he might have interpreted as sympathy and sadness. He was really looking into the woods trying to strain his eyes in search of his baby brother.
“I’m sorry sir, you really should go to the hospital. There is one not too far up the road. Walter works...”
“No, I will not leave here without knowing where my brother is. He might be near a car...” Dean suddenly felt like tiny light bulbs were flashing behind his eyes. he remembered now, a sharp turn to avoid something, sudden screech of breaks and tires burning on the road. The jamming of his body as the impala was steered off the road into the forest. Then everything went blank again, as if his memory just stopped there and began up again just 20 minutes ago.
“Alright sir, Why don’t I get you into the back seat of our car and you let me and Walter look for your brother.” Lilah said compromising.
Dean wanted to object, he wanted to say that he was strong enough to get up on his own but he knew he wouldn’t be able to. His body suddenly felt like it was ten tons. Dean suddenly wondered if he had missed a wound and he really was loosing a lot of blood. His eyelids drooped too heavy to hold up, he heard at the edge of his consciousness Lilah calling for Walter, before his mind and vision went blank.
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“This can’t be possible.” The women’s voice sunk through the darkness like a knife through skin. Dean knew that voice, he had left it quickly trying to avoid any attachment.
“How else would it explain the disappearances...” That voice was one he had just met, Dean was still trying to rake his brain for the name, when he realized the voices had stopped.
“Dean?” The first voice asked. Dean didn’t want to look into her eyes, he knew what he would see, sadness, forgiveness and sympathy. He felt a hand on his shoulder, he blamed the hunter instinct for opening his eyes. It was a mistake, sun blared at him through an open window so loud he could hear it screaming through his eyes.
“Close the shades Lilah, Bud get the drink.” Her voice was older then he remembered, and mature. It was filled with seeing things no women should ever have to endure, doing things no women should ever have to do, and living through all of it to fight and hunt another day.
Darkness suddenly lit across his closed eyes and he slowly opened them again, trying to figure out how many cracks were in the old wooden ceiling he was staring at. The hand on his shoulder squeezed slightly and then he felt something cold and moist being pushed into his hand. He didn’t look at the faces, just moved his eyes down to his hand. He held a glass of water.
He wouldn’t have been able to sit up with out the arm coming around his shoulders, moving the pillow against the wall so he could lean against it. He still wouldn’t look into her eyes. “Dean?” She asked again, she wanted him to look at her.
Slowly as he swallowed the glass of water quickly feeling it move down cold against his throat and esophagus, he turned his eyes to look. Books were scattered everywhere in the small room. The smell of salt and ash highlighted the air hiding the slight lilac odor coming from the open window. The two young adults watched him watching them, he could now see all of their features clearly, both had the look of knowing too much about what went bump in the night. Finally his eyes fell upon Jo, her hair held up into a thoughtless bun, sweat moistened her brow, eyes watching him with concern and what Dean could only describe as apprehension. She had aged well.
“Where is Sam?” He asked determined to not have to talk about himself or them or anything else that might be happening around them.
“Dean, you...You and Sam were in an accident.” Jo said slowly trying to figure out what to say.
Dean instantly tensed. Where was Sam? Was he hurt? He had to find him. Sam might need him. “Where is he? He might need me.” Dean said trying to get up.
“Wait.” Jo said she put her hand up but didn’t touch him. “He is fine, he was the one who survived.”
“What?” Dean said looking at her like she had just told him he had turned into a kangaroo.
“Dean it’s been ten years since the accident, since you and Sam solved the haunting of New Hill, South Dakota.” Jo explained.
Dean just stared at her unbelieving. “No that’s not possible. Then how am I here, why am I not in Hell?”
“We don’t know.” Jo said hesitantly. “A lot of things have happened since then, the world has changed. Sam has...he has gone into hiding, he isn’t hunting anymore.”
Dean knew Jo was not telling him the entire truth because she wouldn’t look at him when she spoke the last words. He would have asked more questioned but the lights began to flicker. Lilah and Walter suddenly stood up shotguns in hand, ready for what ever was disrupting the electromagnetic field.
“Hello Dean, long time no see.” The familiar demoness voice spoke from across the room. She was shadowed in darkness only her feet were seen in the rays coming from the shaded window.
“What?” Jo said picking up her own gun, it looked familiar, it looked like the colt.
“Settled down, if I wanted you dead you would already be dead.” She said to the three hunters in the room. She stepped out of the shadows, tension mounting with her slow smile.
“Dean you know her?” Jo asked suspicious.
“Yeah, she’s a demon.” Dean said watching as three bullets immediately released from the guns. He wasn’t surprised when they dropped to the floor useless three inches away from Ruby’s face or that the three hunters were thrown across the room and held against the wall.
“Stay, I have a few things to discuss with the elder Winchester.” She said walking over to where Dean still lay, empty cup still in his hand.
“What are you doing here?” Dean asked, anger surfacing. She was a demon and she had lied to Sammy, no matter how many times she saved them she would still be a Demon to Dean.
“I could ask you the same thing. You aren’t suppose to be up here any more, Dean. Your contract has not been filled, and because of that they are going after your brother.” Ruby explained sitting on the chair Jo had been on just a minute before.
“Where is my brother?” Dean asked.
“Safe for now.” Ruby said not giving anymore explanation.
“Is it true, did I really die?” Dean asked.
“Yes, but something is holding you back, you need to resolve your issues soon Dean. I have distracted Lilith for the last ten years, but she is running low on patience and I am running low on ideas.” Ruby explained.
“What do I need to do?” Dean said ready to do anything to keep his brother out of danger.
Ruby’s smile did not reassure Dean. “Honestly I don’t know. I can’t look inside you and tell you what is keeping you here, all I know is that you need to figure it out, soon.” Dean turned away to look at his hands, trying to figure out why he would be held back, why the contract with the Demons hadn’t been fulfilled. when he looked back up Ruby was gone. As the door closed, the three hunters fell from the wall.
Lilah and Walter immediately ran outside to see if they could catch Ruby, Dean knew it was pointless. Jo came over to Dean looking quickly over his body to see if he was injured, at least that is what he thought she was doing. “Dean how do you know Ruby?” Jo asked, she didn’t sit down next to him and she still held the colt in her right hand.
“She’s been helping us out, saved our butts a few times.” Dean didn’t like talking well of Ruby, but for some reason he couldn’t lie.
“Really? She’s been sighted helping out Lilith, she has been called her Lieutenant.” Jo explained still not sitting, Dean was getting tired of looking up at her face.
“Not possible, she said that she wanted to help get Sam ready to fight the war against Lilith.” Dean said his voice didn’t sound too convincing.
“She’s gone.” Walter said as he came back into the house. “This is exactly what I warned you about, he isn’t to be trusted, he is one of them.”
Lilah walked in behind him looking sad and worn. “You don’t know that, he could just be a spirit...”
“Leave now!” Jo said anger apparent in her voice. “Call and tell them that she was sighted.” Jo said as an afterthought as the two stilled before they quickly left the room.
“How did you find those two?” Dean asked trying to make light conversation.
“You would be surprised how many kids want to fight demons after they lost their families to them.” Jo said almost sadly as if it had happened to her.
Dean detected the change in her voice and attitude immediately. “What happened to Ellen?”
“She died fighting.” Jo didn’t give anymore explanation.
“What about Bobby?” Dean said afraid to hear what she was going to say.
“Lilith came after him right after Sam went into hiding, he never had a chance.” Jo said he could hear tears in her voice but he didn’t see any evidence on her face.
“I’m sorry.” Dean said truly sympathetic, both of them would be missed.
“I am too.” Jo said lifting the colt in her hands. Dean could finally see the tears in her eyes. However his concentration moved immediately to the barrel of the colt staring down at him from her hands.
TBC