Oncidium Orchid (2/10)
Title: Oncidium Orchid (2/?)
Rating: NC-17
Author: dustandluv
Characters: Jo/Dean, Sam
Summary: Jo and Dean hunt for Sam.
Warnings/Spoilers: Up to Born Under a Bad Sign
Author's Note: This is very much a... self discovery chapter for Dean and Jo.
Chapter Two: Murderer's Bull's Eye
Previous Chapters: / 1/
Cheyenne, Wyoming
Jo doesn't care where she goes as long as she's gone. She wants Casper in her rear view mirror. She wants to stop seeing the dead girl in her mind and she wants Sam's voice out of her ears. She can't go back to sleep so she just leaves. It's almost 3:30AM and the road is dark and empty.
She focuses on the road curving into the distance. She wonders where Sam went and she's certain she's heading in the wrong direction. But she doesn't care. She just wants to get lost.
Hours pass in minutes. The sun rises and Jo feels sick. She needs to eat, sleep, talk. Anything. She can't go on like this. A large green sign with white lettering welcomes her to Cheyenne.
Her stomach growls so she decides its food first then sleep. An A&W is the first fast food joint she spots. The place is bustling with the lunch crowd and Jo orders a burger and fries then finds an empty booth near the back. She wants some time out of her car. The food is greasy and hot, just the way she likes it. Reminds her of home. She doesn't want to think of home so she pushes the tray away.
“Mind if I sit here?” Jo looks up. A tall guy with dark brown hair smiles down at her. “All the tables are full, plus you look just a little lonely,” he says.
“Uh no, go ahead,” Jo answers. She thinks this guy must be crazy because she's pretty sure she looks like hell right now. She hopes he wont hit on her.
He sits across from her. “I'm Mark, by the way.” He smiles and she's reminded of Sam. She thinks it's almost eerie how much this Mark guy resembles Sam.
“I'm Jo,” she says and forces a smile. “You know what? I really gotta get going.” She hastily stands up. “Bye,” she adds as an afterthought. There was no way she'd be able to have a normal conversation with a guy that looked like the guy she fought the night before.
Mark looks a little disappointed. “Maybe I'll see you around,” he says glumly.
“Don't count on it,” she comments under her breath.
Ames, Iowa
Dean drives only as far as the next main city before he stops at the cheapest motel to get a room. The girl at the front desk is red haired and green eyed. She's a pretty little thing. After paying for a room with one bed- not two, his head hurts. He misses Sam so damn much. He knows what may help with the pain.
“Hey, so... Lisa,” he reads off her name tag. “You know where to go for some fun around here?”
She's instantly hit by Dean's charm. Lisa giggles like a school girl. Barely ten minutes later, they're in his room. He kisses her hard, pouring all his stress and hurt into the action. In his creaking bed he fucks her, but he's distant. She wants him to look at her while he pumps into her but he refuses. He's quickly finished and he doubts she was even close. She starts sobbing about some ex-boyfriend. Dean asks her to leave and she does as he says, wiping tears off her face as she closes the door behind her.
Dean feels just a little bad for the way he treated Lisa, but he doesn't really give a damn at the moment. He sleeps for only a few hours. He feels so useless, he should be out on the road, driving to Illinois. A slight itching in his head makes him think there's something here. In Ames. Something to hunt. Something to kill.
The sun sets as Dean patrols the secluded side streets. A distant wailing scream reaches his ears. He pulls out a gun from the back of his pants and turns the safety off. He heads in the direction of the scream.
He turns a corner and finds a rundown warehouse. It seems out of place among the little two-story houses. He approaches the building stealthily and peaks in through a dusty, cracked window. He can't see anything inside and considers leaving. A second scream comes from deep inside the warehouse. Dean kicks the heavy door open.
He still can't see anything. It's dark inside and he can't find a light switch. He wishes for his handy flashlight. Feet moving silently across the rotting floor, Dean's eyes roam the room. Nothing seems wrong. He briefly wonders if it was just some kids messing around.
He can suddenly hear a quiet weeping from inside a large metal crate against the far wall. Dean races forward and opens the top. Inside is a boy, no older than five. His mousy blond hair is dusty. The boy's tears create clean lines across his dirty face. He looks up at Dean and reaches up for him. Dean bites his lip and lifts the boy out. Holding the kid in his arms, he asks, “Now how did you get in there?”
The boy's eyes are wide and scared. “I was locked in,” he says with a lisp.
“What did it?” Dean asks, trying to keep his voice calm, but his insides are all knotted up. He wonders what could have locked up a little boy. A little boy like his brother was and always will be. The boy doesn't answer. He cries more. Dean tries again. “Where'd it go?”
The kid starts shaking. “It didn't go anywhere.”
“Shit,” Dean says, forgetting about trying not to swear in front of kids. He closes the lid of the crate and sits the kid on top. “Don't move,” he warns. He turns around and a ghostly white face is staring him down. It's a big, burly man-spirit wielding a baseball bat. He swings hard and fast and Dean ducks. The bat catches his shoulder and pain scorches.
Dean shoots at the thing, but the bullets go straight through, burying themselves in the wall behind. He wants Sam there. Sam is better at finding remains than he ever could be.
The ghost disappears and Dean rises to his feet and grabs the kid, who's wailing again. Dean almost wants to tell him to shut up, but he doesn't.
He carries the little boy outside and puts him in the backseat of the Impala. “Wait here, okay? I'll be right back,” he tells the boy before opening up the trunk and taking out a jug of gasoline.
Dean sprints back into the warehouse looking for something, anything to burn. He wants to ignite the motherfucker that would dare lock up a little boy. He goes back to the metal crate where he found the kid and opens it. He notices something he hadn't before. An old photo album. He sets the gasoline down and quickly scans the pages. Inside is pictures after pictures of little boys. Some naked, some bleeding, some both. Dean grits his teeth. This guy is sick scum.
The ghost chooses just that moment to show up again. He swings at Dean with the bat, but Dean is ready this time. He dodges to the side. The ghost vanishes. “Like I said, scum,” he murmurs to himself. On a whim, he pours a little gasoline on the album then lights the damn thing on fire. He hopes these sick pictures are what trapped this guy's spirit. The ghost reappears, bat dropping from his transparent hand. Flames are suddenly engulfing the man's body.
Dean smiles. “Burn motherfucker, burn.”
Cheyenne, Wyoming
Jo wakes after sleeping all day. She feels refreshed and decides to take a stroll. She comes across a pub. The sign reads: Outlaw Saloon and Restaurant. Definitely for her.
The place is nearly empty and she takes a seat at the bar. She enjoys a beer in solitude before someone takes a seat beside her.
“Fancy seeing you again,” says Mark happily.
Jo sighs. “I'm sorry, not interested, buddy.”
Mark's smile evaporates. “No, you're not interested in me, but you will be interested in what I have to say.” His eyes flash black and Jo gasps. “Let's take this outside, shall we?” he suggests.
“Fine,” she says, thankful she has a gun. She follows Mark outside.
Mark doesn't look at her. He just stares out into the darkness, as if seeing things she can't. He finally turns around and regards her with black eyes. “You have to stop. Stop hunting. Stop chasing Sam. Go home, Jo. You're not a part of this,” he tells her, voice neutral and reasonable.
“I can't do that,” Jo replies cautiously, taking out her gun. “I have to do what I can.”
Mark sighs. “Well, I tried.” He lunges, fingers like claws. Jo shoots and the bullet buries itself right in his head. Murderer's bull's eye.
Mark's mouth opens wide and out comes a thick black smoke that tightens the air around her. The smoke rises high into the sky until Jo can't see it anymore. The demon is gone and leaves behind a dead man. A dead man that Jo killed with a bullet to the head. Jo's first human kill.
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