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No Exit. // Dean // Nov 16, 2014 12:27:10 GMT -5

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ooc; SEASON TWO. EPISODE SIX.

"Ash would have called us if he had any more news" Dean pointed out as they got out of the Impala at the Roadhouse. They were clearly the only customers as it was nine in the morning and the only other car parked out front was Ellen's. Sam didn't care. Ever since the case with Andy and Webber, he'd been itching to get back on the demon trail. And Ash was the only person he knew who could help them out with that right now. Hence, the trip to Harvelle's. "I know Dean" he replied impatiently. "I just want to"- But whatever he wanted to do, Dean wouldn't find out, at least not at that moment, due to the crash from inside, followed by quite a bit of incoherent screaming.

The brothers swapped looks, the demon discussion put on hold. "Cat fight on aisle two" Dean remarked as they headed for the front doors. "I am your mother and I don't have to be reasonable" Ellen was shouting as the door swung shut behind them. She whipped her head around and gave them a short, "bad time, boys", to which they both nodded understandingly. "Sorry" Sam apologized, backing up. "We rarely drink before ten anyway" was Dean's comment with a tight lipped smile. "Wait!" Jo marched around her mother, approaching the boys. "I want to know what they think." She stopped a few feet away, holding a bulky file. "Three weeks ago, a girl in Pennsylvania disappeared from a locked apartment and she wasn't the first. Six women have vanished from the same apartment over the last 80 years. The cops haven't put together the pattern yet since each disappearance happens every one or two decades." The brother swapped an interested look.

It certainly sounded like a case.

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No Exit. // Dean // Nov 16, 2014 21:35:47 GMT -5

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Dean eyed the file in Jo's outstretched hand warily. "Take it" she insisted. "It won't bite." Dean could see Sam also eyeing the file with a certain degree of interest. But he could also see the murderous look in Ellen's eyes. "No...but your mom might" he pointed out. Jo simply kept staring at him, refusing to back down or lower the file which was practically in his face at this point. Dean rolled his eyes and accepted it, beginning to flip through the pages. "Who put this together" he wanted to know eventually. The facts were organized well and the clippings had different important aspects highlighted. "Ash?" "I did it myself" Jo corrected the assumption proudly.

Dean raised an eyebrow, continuing to skim through it. Sam glanced over his shoulder. "We've hit the road for a lot less Dean" he pointed out. "Good. You like the case so much you can take it." Ellen approached them, her jaw set. "Mom" Jo began in exasperation but Ellen had heard enough. "Joanna Beth Harvelle, this family has lost enough. I will not lose you too." She crossed her arms and jerked her head towards the door, addressing the boys firmly. "Go." So they went.
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"I feel bad snaking Jo's case like that." Sam knelt in front of the apartment's door, using his lock-pick tools to open it. Dean entered the room and pulled his EMF detector from an inner jacket pocket, beginning to scan the place thoroughly. "Yeah, well...she put a nice case together but I can't honestly see her out in the field, working a case, can you?" Sam shrugged, not agreeing nor disagreeing. His attention had been grabbed by a small puddle of black goo. "Check this out Dean." Dean pocketed his EMF detector and moved to stand next to Sam. He touched an index finger to the substance and rubbed it between his finger and thumb. "That's ectoplasm." Sam mirrored Dean's actions, running a pinch of the goo between his own fingers. "Dean, I've only seen this stuff like twice. You have to be a seriously pissed off spirit to create ectoplasm."

The sound of voices drawing closer from outside the apartment ceased the rest of their conversation immediately. They quickly slipped back into the hallway, closing the door behind them, and had walked a few paces before the sight of two people rounding a corner met their vision. A middle aged man and...Jo. "My friend told me about the place" Jo was saying. "She told me I just had to check it out." Her gaze fell upon Dean and she rushed to his side, snaking an arm around his waist. "There you are honey." Dean felt his jaw unhinge but fortunately managed to pull it together before the landlord could get suspicious. "This is my boyfriend Dean and his brother Sam" Jo introduced before looking up at Dean with a sappy smile. "Did you see the apartment yet?" It was a coded question. Dean nodded. "Yeah. We just came from there. It sure is something." The landlord looked surprised. "How'd you get in?" "It was unlocked" Dean supplied at once.

"So do you want to see it as well before you make your decision" the landlord questioned Jo. She shook her head and smiled. "If Dean-o loves it than it's good enough for me." She reached into her purse and pulled out a wad of cash. The landlord whistled and took it from her outstretched hand. He glanced to Dean. "That's quite a girl you've got there." Dean pulled Jo closer to his side sharply with a phony smile and a heap load of sarcasm, both of which were entirely missed on the landlord but not Jo or Sam.

"Oh yeah. She's a pistol."

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No Exit. // Dean // Nov 17, 2014 13:20:04 GMT -5

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Since Jo and Dean were still looking at each other, Sam thanked the landlord and shook his hand before steering the "happy couple" back in the direction of the apartment he and Dean had just left. Once inside, Dean let go of Jo promptly and began pacing. Sam and Jo spread out maps and floor-plans on the lone table. Sam could tell Dean didn't want Jo there. He would have picked up on that even without Dean's earlier comment about Jo not being able to work a case. "Does your Mom know you're here" Sam asked gently after a few minutes of prickly silence.

"I told her I was going to Vegas." Jo sat down at the table, pulling a knife from her pocket and beginning to twirl it between her fingers. Dean stopped pacing long enough to snort, "and you think she's going to buy that?" "I'm not an idiot" Jo snapped without turning to face Dean. "I got Ash to lay a credit card trail all the way to the Casinos." Dean returned to pacing after muttering something undecipherable. Sam was impressed in spite of himself.

"Nice move."

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Dean was still pretty steamed that Jo had gotten herself involved in this case. Sure, she had brought it to their attention and sure she had done alright putting the file together, but there was a huge difference between researching and hunting. And he doubted Jo was aware of that. She was just sitting there all cheery with her little knife and floor plans, enjoying the idea of being out in the field. "Would you put the knife down" he ordered flatly.

Jo gave him a sour look before laying the blade down on the table. Dean was just gearing up to tell Jo she needed to go back home when his cell phone rang. He fished it out of one pocket, hit 'talk' and pressed it to one ear. "Hello?" Without any small talk or greeting of any kind, Ellen's voice rang out clearly. "Is she with you?" Dean gave Jo a pointed look before saying loudly, "Oh hi Ellen." Jo's eyes got really wide. She was out of her chair in a heart beat, crossing the room in two strides to stand practically nose to nose with Dean. Ellen was still talking. "Jo told me she was going to Vegas. I don't buy it for a minute. Have you seen her?"

"Do not tell her" Jo mouthed furiously. Dean pressed his phone into his chest, blocking the mouthpiece and whispering furiously back, "I'm going to tell her." The two got into a heated whispered debate that lasted maybe ten to fifteen seconds, going back and forth, before Dean placed the phone back to his ear and lied, "haven't seen her." Jo gave a relieved sigh and backed up a pace. "Ok, thanks Dean...and if you do see her, you'll send her back home won't you?" Ellen sounded sad and concerned. It was almost enough to make Dean confess. But instead, he lied once more with a smooth, "of course."

He hung up and slowly slid the phone back into one pocket. He couldn't put his finger on why lying to Ellen bothered him so much when lying in general was one of his favorite hobbies. There was a tense silence. Jo was staring hard at Dean.

Dean stared back.

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No Exit. // Dean // Nov 18, 2014 9:43:36 GMT -5

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The silence stretched on. Sam cleared his throat. "Ok, guys, can we get back to work now?" It wasn't that he was necessarily ok with Dean...and by extension, himself...lying to Ellen or with Jo along for the hunt. But the way he saw it was that Jo was stubborn. Perhaps almost as stubborn as he and Dean. If she wanted to work the case, she'd find a way to do so. Even if that meant being on her own. So the safest place for her to be was with the two of them, and whether Dean wanted to admit it or not, he cared about her being safe. So Sam knew this was the reason behind the lie to Ellen, allowing Jo to stay put.

Jo backed down first, sighing heavily and plopping into the chair she'd vacated a few moments ago. She picked her knife back up and returned to twirling it. Dean took an extra minute but then grabbed a spare chair, flipped it around, and straddled it, thus ending their standoff. Sam nodded gratefully. "So EMF plus ectoplasm is a no brainer. It's definitely a vengeful spirit. I guess we just look for violent deaths in the building." Jo shook her head, switching the twirling knife to her other hand. "I've checked already. In the last 82 years, since it was built, there have been zero violent deaths in the building. Unless you count a janitor slipping on a slippery floor and I can't really see him going poltergeist on us." Dean rested his crossed arms on the chair. "And you've checked county morgue reports, local obituaries"- "I've checked seven sources Dean. I know what I'm doing." Jo didn't bother looking at him. She kept her focus on the spread of papers and maps on the table. "So we just scan the whole building for EMF" Sam decided.

Easy enough.

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Scanning the building for EMF would definitely help narrow down where exactly the thing was nabbing girls from which would in turn make hunting it slightly less complicated. Dean got to his feet. "Alright, Sam you take the bottom two floors. Jo and I will take the top two." Jo was on her feet too. "We'll cover more ground if we split up" she insisted. "You wanted to stay, we're letting you stay. But if you think I'm letting you out of my sight for a second..." Dean spoke flatly, trailing off, not really feeling the need to finish his half-sentence, half-threat.

"Fine" Jo huffed and they set off, each with a flashlight and EMF detector. For awhile they walked in silence, the carpet muffling even their footsteps. Then, Jo announced accusingly out of the blue, "you don't think women can do the job, do you? That's why you don't want me here." Dean rounded on her. "Women can do the job fine" he snapped sharply. "It's amateurs who can't." Jo narrowed her eyes. "But whatever" Dean went on in the same brisk manner. "You want to play hunter for a day, that's your choice. But you are not leaving my side." "You've made that abundantly clear" Jo retorted with heavy sarcasm. "Well in case you haven't noticed, you're kind of the spirit's type" Dean pointed out, unfazed by the sarcasm. "Young. Female. Blond." Jo shrugged. "Exactly."

Dean blinked in surprise. "Wait. You WANT to be bait?" "Drawing him out is easier than hunting him down" was Jo's reasonable excuse. This was not particularly comforting to say the least. He tried to reason with her, softening both his expression and tone. "Look Jo...you have a mother out there who worries about you and just wants what's best for you. Don't throw that away."

A lot of the fight drained from Jo's expression. She turned away abruptly, clearly trying not to let Dean's words get to her, and continued down the hallway, shining her flashlight into every corner, gripping her EMF detector tightly in the other hand. Dean gave it a minute and then followed suit. Before he'd reached her, she let out a sharp gasp and spun around to face the wall she'd had her back to. Dean hurried to join her. "What?" "I don't know exactly" she murmured, letting both her eyes and detector drift towards the base of the wall where a vent was located. "I just felt..." She stopped. Dean didn't have to ask why. Her detector was beeping and lighting up like a Christmas tree.

"Mazeltov" Dean praised, turning off his own detector, pushing in the antenna, and sliding it out of sight within an inner jacket pocket. "You just found your first spirit." He pulled a screwdriver from another inner jacket pocket, handed his flashlight to Jo, and knelt in front of the vent, proceeding to remove its grating. Accepting his light back from Jo, he scoot as close to the vent as possible and peered inside. Catching in the beam of light from his flashlight was something stuck to the wall about an arm's length away. "There's something in there." He once again handed his flashlight to Jo before sticking his arm inside the wall, seemingly undisturbed by the fact that there was a pissed off ghost living inside of that very wall who might come along and chop off his arm.

His fingers wrapped around something silky and he tugged. "Is that..." Jo trailed off as Dean removed his arm from inside the wall, clutching a fistful of blond hair, still attached to piece of scalp. Dean looked from Jo to the hair and back again.

"Looks like someone's keeping souvenirs."

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No Exit. // Dean // Nov 19, 2014 9:52:04 GMT -5

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Sam did a sweep of the bottom two floors of the building. There was a blip on his detector here and there, confirming the spirit had been here recently, but nothing solid enough to pin down where it was. He returned to their apartment room, arriving before Dean and Jo, but not by much. Dean tossed the bloody hair/skull combo down onto the table and washed his hands. Sam felt his stomach clench. It wasn't that he had particularly a very weak stomach...most hunters couldn't afford one...but still. A flap of skull was disconcerting to look at.

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Dean woke the next morning with a cramp in his neck and a sore back from sleeping in a lumpy armchair rather than a bed. He groaned and rolled out his shoulders before standing and cracking his back as best he could. Jo was sitting at the lone table, once again twirling her little knife and going over pictures. "Morning princess" she chirped when she noticed Dean. Ignoring this, Dean gave his stiff neck a rub, yawning, before going to his duffel bag and pulling out a sheathed blade, which he unsheathed and brought back over to Jo, holding it out. "Here." She eyed it warily. "What's this for?" "Take it." Dean flipped the knife so that he was now holding the blade end, the handle free for Jo to accept. "It's going to work a hell of a lot better than that little pig sticker you're spinning around" he added with a quick glance at the knife in her hand.

Jo gave a small, sad smile, and then held out her knife for Dean to take and inspect. On the base of the blade, etched into the silver, were the initials W.A.H. Having a sudden flash of foreboding, Dean knew before she spoke what she was going to say. "William Anthony Harvelle." Her dad. Dean knew probably better than anyone how important it was to have something to hold onto that reminded you of people you'd lost. His car, favorite leather jacket, and John's journal were proof of how well he knew this. He returned her knife and re-sheathed the blade he had been offering her, tossing it back onto the top of his duffel bag. "My mistake." There was silence. Then, "Where's Sam" he asked after a minute, trying to avoid the emotionally sticky situation they'd found themselves in. "Getting coffee." Jo ran the handle of her dad's knife through her fingers before looking up with a haunted smile. "What do you remember about your Dad" she wanted to know. "I mean...what's the first thing that pops into your mind when you think about him?"

Dean had quite a few things to choose from. And most were from the last decade or so but he surprised himself with the memory he chose to reveal. Sitting down next to Jo, there was a sort of fond reminiscent glow to his eyes and a small smile played upon his lips. "I was maybe six or seven. Sam was asleep inside the locked, warded motel room, so Dad took me out into the alley to shoot for the first time. Just bottles on a fence. That sort of thing." Dean's smile widened as he remembered. "I bulls-eyed every single one of them on the first try...and he...he gave me this smile..." Jo touched Dean's forearm. "He must have been really proud." He had been. Dean could dissect almost every one of his father's expressions, just like he could with Sam. That smile had been 100% pride. Feeling choked up, Dean quickly turned the question around on Jo. "What about your dad?"

"I was still in pigtails when my Dad died" Jo began, looking to be as about as choked up as Dean felt. "But I remember...I remember him coming home from a hunt. He'd burst through the front door, sweep me up and spin me around. And Mom...who was sour and crabby from the minute he left...would smile again. We were...we were a family. And we were happy." She gave the knife a longing look before placing it down on the table again. "You want to know why I want to do the job, Dean? It's not to "play hunter"...it's for him. It's my way of being close to him." Her eyes bore into Dean's. "Now tell me, what's wrong with that?" Dean swallowed hard.

"Nothing."

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Sam had woken early. Feeling slightly restless, he'd left a note for Jo and Dean, who were still sleeping, telling them where he'd be. There was a small bakery around the corner that he'd noticed and figured he'd grab some coffee and donuts or bagels for breakfast. But, stepping out of their room, the sight of multiple cops patrolling the hallways diverted his attention. Glad that Dean had talked him into always keeping at least one fake badge on him at all times, he fished it out and approached the first cop he came across, looking for information. A young woman by the name of Theresa Ellis had gone missing just around dawn. "Let me guess. Young and Blond?" Sam set his jaw grimly when the cop inquired as to how he'd known.

"Lucky guess."

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When Sam returned to the room, Dean's first question was a grouchy, "where's the coffee?" But his surliness abated in a flash as Sam announced, "another girl's disappeared. Theresa Ellis. Apartment 2-E. Her boyfriend reported her missing around dawn." Dean closed his eyes and massaged his temples. "Ok, so if he didn't die in the building, maybe we're looking in the wrong place" he threw out there. It didn't make much sense and he wasn't expecting much to come of it so Jo's loud gasp and yelp of "you're a genius" were completely startling. "We ARE looking in the wrong place" she went on, picking up one of the many pictures spread before her. "This is what the area looked like 82 years ago. Check it out."

Dean plucked the image from her hand and scanned it with Sam doing the same from over one shoulder. "...an empty field." Dean lifted his eyes from the picture and gave Jo a curious frown. "Look at the building next door" she prompted. "The windows." Dean lowered his gaze once more to the picture, shifting it to the left slightly, and immediately saw what she meant. "Bars." All three of them spoke together, having reached the same conclusion.

"It's a prison."

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"Thanks Ash. And if you breathe a word of this to my mother..." The boys were leaning side by side against the kitchen counter as Jo finished up her gathering intel phone call with Ash. "That's right I will" she clarified whatever he said. "With pliers." The brothers looked at each other and then glanced away to keep from laughing. Jo snapped her phone closed. "We were right. Moyenmensing Prison." She perched on the edge of the kitchen table, facing the boys. "It was torn down a few years ago. But before that happened...when it was still a functioning prison...the inmates sentenced to death would be hung in the empty field next door." Sam straightened up.

"Then we need a list."

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Five short minutes later, Ash had emailed them a list of all people who were hung in the field where the building now stood. Sam was scrolling through it while Dean and Jo looked on from behind him. Dean whistled. "157 names...we need to narrow that down or we're going to be digging up a hell of a lot of stiffs." He caught the look in Jo's eye that told him despite how tough she was acting and how much she wanted to be a hunter to be like her Dad, the idea of digging up just one dead body was not all that appealing, let alone 157 of them.

Sam stopped scrolling. "Wait a minute...Herman Webster Mudgett." Dean shrugged, unimpressed. "So?" Sam swiveled in his chair. "Wasn't that H.H. Holmes real name?" Dean leaned forward, resting his palms on the table, squinting to get a better look. "You've got to be kidding me."

Jo looked between the brothers in confusion. "I don't understand. Who's H.H. Holmes?" Dean dropped into the empty chair next to Sam. "The term serial killer was coined by him. He was America's first one of them. Before anyone even knew what they were." "So now that we know who he is, let's go salt and burn his bones." Jo took three steps towards the door before halting, coming to the realization she wasn't being followed. "It's not that simple" Sam explained. "The story goes that Holmes last request before being hung was that his body be buried beneath a couple tons of cement. So that no one could desecrate his corpse like he'd done to all the girl's he kidnapped and suffocated to death."

Dean had spotted an more immediate issue to deal with. He got to his feet. "We might have a bigger problem." Jo's jaw dropped a few inches. "How could it possibly get bigger?" "Holmes didn't suffocate all of his prisoners immediately. Some he let starve to death. And he'd leave them inside the walls of this huge mansion that he had specially built for that purpose." "So..." Jo's eyebrows contracted in concentration. Sam was already on his feet as well, having put it together almost as quickly as his brother. Jo got there a few seconds later. "Theresa could still be alive. Inside THESE walls." Dean gave a grim nod.

"We've got to find her."

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"Be careful" Sam warned Dean and Jo as they headed in one direction and he in another. He and Dean had both grabbed sledgehammers from the trunk of the Impala before going their separate ways. He patrolled the inside of the walls of the bottom two floors cautiously, his heart rate amped up. He kept every sense on high alert, looking for Theresa while also making sure to be very aware of his surroundings in case Holmes made an appearance. But he didn't. And after an hour of walking inside the walls and finding nothing, he was about to call Dean for a progress report on their end, when his phone rang.

Apparently he and Dean were thinking the same thing.

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They were indeed thinking the same thing. An hour of combing the walls and finding jack squat seemed like the appropriate time for a check-in with Sam, hoping for a different outcome than their own. But Sam confessed to also having found jack, the brother chatted for another minute or two and then hung up. "Sam's not having any better luck than we are" Dean informed Jo, who was walking ahead of him.

Jo didn't seem to be paying attention. She was shining her flashlight through a very narrow patch of the wall, frowning in deep concentration. Dean caught up to her. "What?" She gestured from him to the space ahead of them with her flashlight. "I can fit through there." "I'm not letting you go off on your own" Dean insisted firmly. Jo ignored him, sliding between the two sides of the wall, into the gap. "We have to find Theresa. It's the only way. I'll be fine." Dean took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before pulling out his phone and dialing Jo's number. "Then stay on the phone with me."

There were a few seconds of silence, the ringing of Jo's phone reverberating loudly through his head, and then her voice reached him on the other end of the line. "I'm here." "Talk to me as you go." Dean mentally coached himself through each breath, repeating the silent mantra "she'll be fine", despite every fiber of his being screaming the opposite at him, begging him to just smash through the wall and follow her. "There's some kind of shaft...it leads to another tunnel I think. I'm going down." "No, no, no, stay up here" Dean ordered quickly, his anxiety mounting. Silence. "Jo?" "Oh god" came her faint, horrified voice. "JO?!" "Dean, it's..." "I'm coming to you." Heart in his throat, Dean swung his sledgehammer, solidly connecting with a wood slat which broke cleanly in two, widening the space in the wall. He continued swinging and smashing his way through the wall. "Jo" he called, half into the phone and half to the walls in general. No answer. "JO???!!!" There was a crunch beneath his feet. He looked down to see what he'd stepped on.

Jo's cell phone.

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Sam continued roaming the halls for another quarter of an hour, searching as thoroughly as possible and finding not a scrap of information that might lead them to the girls' whereabouts, before giving up and heading back in the direction of the room. Halfway there, he was nearly collided with by a speed-walking Dean. The expression on his face caused Sam's insides to knot up in worried anxiety. "What?" "Holmes has Jo" Dean breathed in a desperate panic, continuing his brisk pace. Sam's knotted insides sank like a stone. "How'd he get her?" He hurried to catch up with Dean who had reached their apartment room by this point. "She went ahead through a smaller space. I let her out of my sight." Dean flung the door open and marched inside. Sam could see the guilt was eating at his brother. He wanted to do something or say something that would help but nothing was coming to mind. "We'll find her Dean" Sam finally promised, closing the door behind him, though he hoped it didn't sound as hollow to Dean as it had to his own ears.

"Where Sam" Dean snapped, pacing the length of the floor. "We've checked the entire building. None of the other girls are there, Jo won't be either. Dammit" he swore, punching the wall. "We'll find her" Sam repeated, heading straight for the floor plans still laid out in a line on the table, pouring over them with every single one of his brain cells working at the speed of light, trying to come up with something they'd missed.

And he found it.

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