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No Exit. // Dean // Nov 23, 2014 13:24:18 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 23, 2014 13:24:18 GMT -5

While Sam was hunched over the table, Dean continued to frantically pace and swear every other minute or so. He couldn't believe he'd been foolish enough to let her talk him into allowing her...a young blond girl...exactly what the spirit was after...leave the safety of his side. And if anything happened to her...

The sound of his phone ringing shook him from his inner rage and turmoil. Jabbing talk and placing the phone to one ear, he wasn't even able to get the word 'hello' out before an extremely irate Ellen was saying sharply, "you lied to me Dean. Ash may be brilliant but he folds like a cheap suit. He told me everything and I know Jo's there. Put her on the phone." Dean closed his eyes. "Um, she's busy right now but"- "Put my damn daughter on the phone Dean" Ellen snapped, sounding very much at the end of her patience. Dean opened his eyes. Sam was watching him with the same sort of anxious alarm that was radiating through his own bones. "I can't" he finally managed to say. Ellen's voice was tight. "What do you mean 'can't'?" "The spirit we're hunting...it took her, but"- "Oh god." "I'll get her back Ellen, I promise." Dean had never meant anything as much as he meant that. It was reflected in every syllable. Ellen gave a short bark of bitter laughter. "Oh you promise do you? Well that is not the first time I've heard that from a Winchester. I'm on the next flight. I'll be there in a few hours."

And the line went dead.

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No Exit. // Dean // Nov 23, 2014 13:28:40 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Nov 23, 2014 13:28:40 GMT -5

Sam listened to Dean's side of the conversation, seeing the hollow pain in his brother's eyes, knowing how much it killed him to have to deliver this kind of news to Ellen about her daughter. It was obvious that nothing anyone said was going to change how guilty he felt and until Jo was safe and sound, nothing was going to change.

Dean didn't have time to reflect on what she had meant about being promised by a Winchester in the past. Sam was on his feet. "I know where to find Jo." Dean snapped his phone shut and slid it into an outer jacket pocket before joining his brother by the table. "Where?" "In the mansion that Holmes built...he put girls in the walls sure, but his favorite place to put them was in the basement." Dean frowned, not following. "So? This building doesn't have a basement." Sam touched a place on the map with his index finger, pointing it out for Dean's benefit.

"No...but there's a sewer system that runs beneath it."

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No Exit. // Dean // Nov 23, 2014 22:00:13 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 23, 2014 22:00:13 GMT -5

"Let's go." Dean grabbed his loaded-with-rocksalt shotgun from the end of the table and headed for the door. He didn't have to look behind him to know Sam was hot on his heels. He didn't care what they had to do; they were going to get Jo back. He couldn't imagine having to face Ellen if they didn't. He couldn't imagine having to face himself if they didn't. "Dean..." Sam had grabbed his own gun and was indeed following, but there seemed to be something on his mind that he wanted to unload. And Dean could tell it was going to be some hallmark gushy crap about finding Jo and how he shouldn't beat himself up for a mistake and all kinds of other things that would not help him in the slightest at the present moment. So he headed it off with a repeated, "let's go."

Sam did not try to communicate after that. They simply moved in brisk silence, locating the entrance to the sewer system in an empty patch of field behind the building. Without hesitating, the brothers pried open the lid and climbed down inside. It was dark and damp but the path was a straight line. Easy to follow. They reached a circular clearing after only about ten minutes of walking. "Get away from me" Jo was screaming. The pale, smoky form of Holmes' ghost was standing in front of a barred window, one hand reaching through it. "Hey" Dean snarled, lifting his gun and firing. In his surprise at the intruders Holmes could do nothing but watch as the round of rocksalt pierced his torso, causing him to vanish in a puff of smoke.

Dean went straight for the cell holding Jo and Sam went for the one across the way holding Theresa, who was sobbing. Dean used a broken pipe from the ground to pry open the door, before tossing the pipe to Sam and helping Jo out. "Are you ok?" "I've been better" Jo admitted with a weak laugh. "Now let's get out of here." "Yeah, that's not going to happen" Dean countered. He'd been thinking it over and had come up with a plan. Not one he particularly liked or had a lot of confidence in, but it was the only game in town so to speak. They didn't have much other alternatives in dealing with Holmes since his bones were untouchable. Jo blinked. "What?" Dean gave a weak smile of his own. "Remember how I said you being bait was a bad plan?" Jo nodded suspiciously.

"Well now it's kinda the only one we have."

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No Exit. // Dean // Nov 23, 2014 22:15:04 GMT -5

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Sam hadn't the faintest idea of what was going through Dean's head but he trusted his brother completely. And if he said Jo being bait was the only plan they had...and after all the panic they'd just gone through to get her back...then that was what had to be done. But first things first, they had to prepare. So they took Theresa back to above ground, made sure she was all set to return home, and then began filling bags with salt. Sam, Dean, and Jo worked steadily in silence for half an hour at this task before bringing those bags back down to the clearing in the sewer. They carefully strung each bag at a point above the different doorways.

"You ready" Sam asked Jo gently when everything was set. He knew that asking her to do this was wrong of them. But now that he knew the full extent of Dean's plan, he had to agree that it seemed to be the best and only option available to them. Jo nodded and exhaled slowly. Sam tried not to notice her shaking arms as she hugged herself around the middle. "Ready." Sam glanced at Dean who nodded. They were ready too.

It was time.

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No Exit. // Dean // Nov 23, 2014 22:30:40 GMT -5

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Dean watched Jo move back into the center of the circular room, feeling almost sick to his stomach. How on earth would he explain this one to Ellen should they fail? "Yeah Ellen, we got her back just like I promised but then we threw him back to him again." That would be a wonderful conversation to have. As if he didn't have enough guilt on his shoulders already what with his Dad dying because of him. He didn't need more. So nothing was going to go wrong. He and Sam lurked behind a pillar, each with their shot gun pointed at one of the bags of salt. Tense. Alert. Ready.

And then...there he was. Holmes had materialized behind Jo. He approached her slowly, a lecherous grin on his decaying face. One hand was outstretched to grab her when Dean bellowed, "NOW!" and two things happened almost at the exact same time. Jo propelled herself forward onto her stomach and crawled at the speed of light towards where Sam and Dean were waiting for her, and the boys fired off a round into each of the salt bags, causing them to empty into a perfect circle around the perimeter of the room. Dean reached out and helped Jo to her feet. Holmes began screaming like a mad man. "Scream all you want you dick, there's no way you're stepping over that salt" Jo declared triumphantly before the three of them climbed back to the surface again. "Jo" Dean began, trying to figure out how to apologize for what had happened without sounding too sappy but she cut him off with a shake of the head and small smile. "It's ok Dean." He wanted to tell her it wasn't ok. He wanted to take the blame for her being placed in a situation where she might have died. But the words weren't really forming and Jo truly did seem to be completely fine with all that had transpired. "I'll be back" he informed the two of them, winking at Sam. The younger Winchester knew where he was headed. Jo did not. "Where are you going?" Dean grinned.

"You'll see."

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No Exit. // Dean // Nov 23, 2014 22:39:56 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Nov 23, 2014 22:39:56 GMT -5

While Jo had been "playing bait", the brothers had had a hasty, low-volumed discussion about what to do after they'd secured Holmes...IF they secured him. Dean had been the one to finally mention cement, just like the bastard's actual remains were sealed in and Sam thought it was poetic in a way so he readily agreed. Therefore when Dean declared he would return, Sam gave an understanding nod. As the Impala pulled away from the empty lot, Sam turned to Jo. "So...this job...as glamorous as you thought it would be?" He was half teasing but half seriously wanted to know. Jo toed the grass, her lips tugging upwards into half a smile. "Well aside from all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah." Sam chuckled before Jo went on seriously. "But that girl Theresa...she's going to live a long happy life because of us. It's worth it." Sam knew the feeling. He nodded genuinely. "Yeah. It is."

"So..." Jo glanced down at the still open entrance to the sewer system. "What's going to happen if someone finds this place? Or a storm washes away the salt lines?" Sam grinned. "Both valid points. Which brings us to why we're still standing here, waiting." Jo raised an eyebrow. "Waiting for what?" There was a sudden sound of loud beeps as a large cement truck backed its way towards them. Driven by Dean. Sam's grin widened.

"For that."

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No Exit. // Dean // Nov 23, 2014 23:17:17 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 23, 2014 23:17:17 GMT -5

Dean threw the truck into park and hopped out, moving around back of it to help Sam position the funnel directly over the sewer system opening. Jo looked half impressed, half shocked. "You ripped off a cement truck?" Dean flipped a switch on the side of the truck's dashboard. A blast of gooey pebble-grey cement began its long trek down the funnel into the opening. Dean grinned and shrugged innocently. "I'll give it back."
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The amused atmosphere that was shared by the three of them now that danger had passed was wiped clean when they returned to the apartment to pack up. And found Ellen waiting. To say she did not look happy would be the world's largest understatement times ten. "We're leaving" she announced shortly, directing it at all three of them, not just Jo. And within ten minutes, they were on the road. Dean was driving, Ellen was in the passenger seat and Sam and Jo were in the back. "Awkward, party of four" Dean thought before trying to keep his tone jesting while throwing out a casual, "so...you really weren't kidding about the whole flying out thing..." Ellen said nothing. Dean tried again. "Let's listen to some music." He leaned forward and snapped on the radio. Less than two beats of the song had blared forth before a very tight lipped Ellen was shutting it off again. Dean sighed heavily. "This is going to be a long ride."
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And that it was. Dean was never so happy to get out of a small confined space as he was when they pulled up to the Roadhouse after about eight hours of completely silent driving. Ellen took Jo by the arm and marched her into the Roadhouse. "Joanna Beth Harvelle, I can't even-" she began, each word radiating with fury. Dean couldn't take it. He stepped in. "Ellen, this is all my fault. Don't blame Jo. Blame me. This should never have happened. I lied to you and I'm sorry." He took a deep breath, aware that everyone was still staring at him. "But Jo did good out there" he finished. "I think her Dad would have been proud." "Don't you say that to me" Ellen snapped, tears pricking her eyes, catching Dean off-guard. He expected the anger about the hunt, but tears and anger about Jo's Dad...it brought back what she'd said about having been promised something by a Winchester and his curiosity grew. But before he had time to try and subtly get some answers from her, she was saying "I'd like a word with my daughter. Alone."

So Sam and Dean exited the Roadhouse, heading over to the parked Impala and leaning up against it. "I wonder what that was about" Sam mused. Dean shrugged. "Who knows." He was just about to bring up what he'd been thinking about to get Sam's opinion when the door to the Roadhouse was flung open and out stormed Jo. Dean glanced to Sam who shrugged and shook his head. Dean followed Jo a few paces away from the car. "That bad huh?" He assumed she was just pissed at her Mom's reaction to her wanting to hunt. But when he reached out to touch her shoulder in comfort, she shook him off, wheeling to face him. Her expression was hostile. "Don't touch me!" Baffled, Dean put up his hands, backing up. "Ok, sorry. See you around Jo." He pivoted to leave, giving her her obviously needed space, but she called him back. "Dean." Dean turned again, facing Jo once more. Tears were building fast in her eyes. "Turns out my Dad had a partner his last case. He usually worked alone and so did this guy, but I don't know, I guess my Dad figured he could trust him. Which was a mistake. The guy screwed up. Got my dad killed."

Dean was more confused than ever. "Why are you telling me this?" "It was your father Dean" Jo spat, the building tears now spilling down her cheeks. "That's why he never mentioned us to you. That's why he never came back. He couldn't look my mom in the eye." Dean's mouth was dry. "Jo, I"- "Just leave." She turned away. Without saying another word to her, Dean moved robotically back to the car. "What"- Sam began but Dean ignored him, getting into the car. He slammed the door closed and counted internally to ten. He just couldn't believe his Dad had gotten someone else...another hunter...killed. And more than that, he'd never shared that little tidbit, leaving Dean feeling completely winded and blindsided here. Sam had joined him in the car by now. "Dean, what" he tried again but Dean cut him off woodenly.

"Let's go."

[THE END.]

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