Title: Here Without You
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Jo Sam/Madison
Spoilers: All of Seasons 1-2. This goes AU after ‘Born Under a Bad Sign’
Disclaimer: I own nothing; Kripke is the keeper of all…although if I were him I would have taken better care of Jo and Ellen. *Sigh*
Category: Romance, Supernatural, Humor,
Summary: Sequel to Everything I Need It’s been two weeks since the boys got back from California and when their called away on another job…the unknown dangers their leaving behind could cost them more than they are willing to lose. Jo’s well into her second trimester, Madison’s dealing with the revelation that she’ll always be a Werewolf, and Bobby and Ellen are trying to find Ash as Sam and Dean head into the big house.
Chapter 9
Green River County Detention Center
(16-Weeks)
Thing weren’t turning out the way Dean had expected. After getting tossed into the infirmary Tiny was killed by some spirit bitch who wasn’t Moody. Turns out the person haunting the prison was an old nurse who used to torture the inmates back in the day.
Which they found out after Sam burned the blood in Moody’s cell and nothing happened. Dean had just got back from meeting with their lawyer. He wasn’t 100 percent sure she was going to help them, but he was hoping he was able to convince her or they might have an issue. Sam spotted Dean and walked quickly over to him.
He fell in step beside him and Dean glanced at Sam and nodded in greeting.
“She go for it?”
He winced. Sam was gonna be mad at him.
“No, not so much. But maybe she’ll still come around.”
Sam grunted and glared at his brother.
“Well, we can’t wait around to find out.”
Dean hated to suggest it, but they’d promised Deacon they’d get rid of this thing.
“We could give it another day.”
Sam shook his head, lips pressed together in a scowl.
“No, no, no. We’re leaving tonight, and that’s it.”
Dean turned on his brother and spoke in a hard voice.
“So, we’re not gonna finish the job? We’re just gonna let these people die?”
Sam made a face at his brother’s attitude. He hated when Dean did this. They could only do so much and they couldn’t afford to get stuck in here. Especially Dean.
“Don’t give me that, all right? This was your stupid plan, and I went along with it, but we’re sticking to the plan, Dean.”
“Okay. You leave, I’m gonna stay.”
Sam watched open mouthed as Dean started to walk away from him. He had to be starting the fight they planned. That was the only explanation that Sam could come up with for Dean’s behavior that or his brother had gone and lost his mind. Sam called out to him.
“Hey, don’t turn away from me, Dean!”
“Screw you!”
“What? Screw you!”
Sam put a hand on Dean’s shoulder and twirled him around. Dean through the first punch and Sam ducked. They started going at it and less than five minutes later they were being pulled apart by security guards. Deacon made his way over and grabbed the back of Dean’s shirt.
“All right, hard case. I see the usual methods ain’t gonna work with you.”
He glanced at Sam.
“You, too, sweetheart.”
Deacon nodded to the guard holding Sam and they take the boys out of the yard and bring them into a large open room inside the prison. Deacon nodded at the other guard.
“Take off. I wanna handle this alone.”
The guards lets Sam go roughly before leaving the room. Deacon approached the boys looking seriously pissed off, but seconds later his face breaks into a large smile. He patted Dean’s shoulder and he let out a sigh.
“Deacon, you are beating the holy hell out of me, man.”
He laughed and shook his head.
“Sorry, Dean. I thought I was going easy on you.”
He took out a key and uncuffed them before moving back and continuing.
“Just trying to make it look real.”
Dean grunted as he rubbed his wrists.
“Yeah, well, mission accomplished.”
“So, is it over?”
Sam shook his head.
“No. Turns out it wasn’t Moody.”
Deacon frowned.
“What?”
“Yeah.”
“Then who?”
Sam sighed and spoke before Dean could.
“We think it’s some nurse who used to work here, but we’re still shy on all the Intel we need.”
“Which is why we should stick around until we find it.”
Sam just glared at Dean. Deacon reached into his jacket and took out an envelope. He held it out to Dean as he spoke.
“Oh, hey, guys…”
Deacon stood there trying to get their attention while they fought.
“You wanna have this fight for real, Dean? We’ve gotta go. We’ve gotta go now.”
“I’m just saying.”
Sam pointed at his brother.
“ We’re leaving, Dean. Otherwise, we’ll be leaving in shackles for Milwaukee with Henricksen as company. Can you really afford that right now? You just planning on leaving Jo behind like that? What don’t have time to mess around…we gotta go.”
Dean threw up his hands.
“Are we gonna start this again Sammy? I told you it will be fine and why do you keep throwing Jo in my face? You’ve been bringing her up an awful lot these past few days.”
Sam could hear the anger in Dean’s voice and he snorted.
“You’re not back on that are you Dean? I do not like Jo.”
“Uh…guys.”
“Yeah you say that Sammy, but I’m not so sure these days.”
“GUYS!”
Sam and Dean turned to Deacon and spoke at the same time in irritation.
“What?”
He motioned to the envelope he had been holding out.
“Your lawyer left this for you.”
Dean grinned between Deacon and Sam.
“Would you look at that? Man, I am friggin’ velvety smooth.”
Sam rolled his eyes.
“You wanna maybe open it up? After, you know, you’re done patting yourself on the back?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Dean opened the letter and read it over. His eyes widened slowly.
“Wow.”
“What? You wanna share with the class, Dean?”
“Glockner died in the old cell block right after Moody bit it. Seems they had a little inmate uprising, she got caught in the middle. They dragged her to a solitary cell and gave her severe cerebral edema.”
“Someone bashed her head in.”
Dean nodded.
“Yeah.”
“Does it say where she’s buried?”
“Yep.”
Deacon smiled at the boys.
“All right, then. Let’s get you the hell out of here.”
Dean returned the smile as he folded the letter.
“Don’t worry, Deacon. We’ll get rid of this thing.”
“Good, ‘cause I want it out of my prison. Boys…I can’t thank you enough for this. I know I was asking a lot, but you still came through. Your daddy raised you right.”
Sam gave Deacon a tight smile.
“Well, we owed you.”
Deacon reached over and hugged them before moving back.
“Hope to see you again. Just not in here, okay?”
Sam made a face and glanced at Dean.
“Yeah, we’ll do our best.”
Deacon opened a vent and the boys go to leave through the planned escape route when Dean turned back and grinned at him.
“ Oh. Where do you want it?”
“What?”
Dean’s grin widened as he motion to his face. Deacon sighed and pointed to a spot on his jaw.
“Make it look real, son.”
Dean chuckled . With the way Deacon beat the crap out of him these past few days, he sure as hell was gonna make it look real. He reared back and slammed his fist into Deacon’s face. He didn’t wait to see if he knocked him out he just took off behind Sam.
They made it through the maze of tunnels and then finally outside. Dean saw the Impala sitting not far from where they escaped and he smiled as he walked over to it.
“Oh, man, are you a sight for sore eyes.”
He glanced briefly at Sam.
“You know, I almost wish I could see Henricksen’s face.”
Sam shook his head as he opened the passenger side of the door.
“Really? ‘Cause I’d be happy if I never saw him again. I mean, we’re not really out of the woods yet, Dean, you know?”
“Yeah.”
Seconds after Dean spoke the alarm sounded and they looked at each other with wide eyes. Dean pulled the door open got in the car and started it.
“Good point. Let’s get out of here.”
Twenty minutes later they were back in their regular clothes and they had just pulled up and parked at the cemetery. Dean grabbed the bag with the supplies as they got out of the car and started to search for Glockner’s grave.
“We’ve gotta move it. If Henricksen gets to the lawyer.”
Dean frowned as he slid the beam of his flashlight over a few graves they were walking by.
“I thought she couldn’t say anything. You know, that whole lawyer-client privilege thing.”
Sam shook his head as he did the same.
“The privilege doesn’t apply, Dean.”
“So, she’ll talk?”
“She has to.”
Dean let out a frustrated sigh. This was getting ridiculous. At this point all he wanted to do was make his way back to Jo and take her to Bobby’s where they could just relax for a few days and he could touch up the Impala.
“Oh, that’s friggin’ super.”
It took another ten minutes before they found Glockner’s grave and started digging. Sam shoveled another pile of dirt out of the hole when his shovel his solid wood. They stopped and Dean let out a low grunt.
“Got her.”
“It’s about damn time. Grab the gasoline Sammy.”
Sam climbed out of the grave and Dean followed. He squirted the gas on the bones as Dean lit a match. They glanced at each other and Sam motioned for Dean to toss it in. He did and they stood there and watched the bones go up in flames.
Sam sighed, hands in pockets.
“I thought we were screwed before.”
Dean made a face. He just made his situation ten times worse. How the hell was he ever gonna have a family when he was wanted by five or so different states. He rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. But we’ve gotta go deep this time”
Sam chuckled lightly.
“Deep, Dean? We should go to Yemen.”
Dean turned and smirked at Sam.
“Whoa, I’m not sure I’m ready to go that deep. Come on let’s get the hell out of here.”
Dean cleared his throat as they walked back to the Impala.
“You ready to head back to the Roadhouse?”
Sam nodded as he pulled open the door.
“More than ready. Remind me the next time we have a job like this I’m planning it. Not you.”
Dean grinned as he started the car.
“Nice Sammy. My plan worked out perfect and you know it did. Just admit it already.”
Sam rolled his eyes, but a small smile appeared on his face as he glanced out the window. It had been a while since it was just him and Dean and he’d missed it.
“Whatever man…”
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Jo Sam/Madison
Spoilers: All of Seasons 1-2. This goes AU after ‘Born Under a Bad Sign’
Disclaimer: I own nothing; Kripke is the keeper of all…although if I were him I would have taken better care of Jo and Ellen. *Sigh*
Category: Romance, Supernatural, Humor,
Summary: Sequel to Everything I Need It’s been two weeks since the boys got back from California and when their called away on another job…the unknown dangers their leaving behind could cost them more than they are willing to lose. Jo’s well into her second trimester, Madison’s dealing with the revelation that she’ll always be a Werewolf, and Bobby and Ellen are trying to find Ash as Sam and Dean head into the big house.
Chapter 9
Green River County Detention Center
(16-Weeks)
Thing weren’t turning out the way Dean had expected. After getting tossed into the infirmary Tiny was killed by some spirit bitch who wasn’t Moody. Turns out the person haunting the prison was an old nurse who used to torture the inmates back in the day.
Which they found out after Sam burned the blood in Moody’s cell and nothing happened. Dean had just got back from meeting with their lawyer. He wasn’t 100 percent sure she was going to help them, but he was hoping he was able to convince her or they might have an issue. Sam spotted Dean and walked quickly over to him.
He fell in step beside him and Dean glanced at Sam and nodded in greeting.
“She go for it?”
He winced. Sam was gonna be mad at him.
“No, not so much. But maybe she’ll still come around.”
Sam grunted and glared at his brother.
“Well, we can’t wait around to find out.”
Dean hated to suggest it, but they’d promised Deacon they’d get rid of this thing.
“We could give it another day.”
Sam shook his head, lips pressed together in a scowl.
“No, no, no. We’re leaving tonight, and that’s it.”
Dean turned on his brother and spoke in a hard voice.
“So, we’re not gonna finish the job? We’re just gonna let these people die?”
Sam made a face at his brother’s attitude. He hated when Dean did this. They could only do so much and they couldn’t afford to get stuck in here. Especially Dean.
“Don’t give me that, all right? This was your stupid plan, and I went along with it, but we’re sticking to the plan, Dean.”
“Okay. You leave, I’m gonna stay.”
Sam watched open mouthed as Dean started to walk away from him. He had to be starting the fight they planned. That was the only explanation that Sam could come up with for Dean’s behavior that or his brother had gone and lost his mind. Sam called out to him.
“Hey, don’t turn away from me, Dean!”
“Screw you!”
“What? Screw you!”
Sam put a hand on Dean’s shoulder and twirled him around. Dean through the first punch and Sam ducked. They started going at it and less than five minutes later they were being pulled apart by security guards. Deacon made his way over and grabbed the back of Dean’s shirt.
“All right, hard case. I see the usual methods ain’t gonna work with you.”
He glanced at Sam.
“You, too, sweetheart.”
Deacon nodded to the guard holding Sam and they take the boys out of the yard and bring them into a large open room inside the prison. Deacon nodded at the other guard.
“Take off. I wanna handle this alone.”
The guards lets Sam go roughly before leaving the room. Deacon approached the boys looking seriously pissed off, but seconds later his face breaks into a large smile. He patted Dean’s shoulder and he let out a sigh.
“Deacon, you are beating the holy hell out of me, man.”
He laughed and shook his head.
“Sorry, Dean. I thought I was going easy on you.”
He took out a key and uncuffed them before moving back and continuing.
“Just trying to make it look real.”
Dean grunted as he rubbed his wrists.
“Yeah, well, mission accomplished.”
“So, is it over?”
Sam shook his head.
“No. Turns out it wasn’t Moody.”
Deacon frowned.
“What?”
“Yeah.”
“Then who?”
Sam sighed and spoke before Dean could.
“We think it’s some nurse who used to work here, but we’re still shy on all the Intel we need.”
“Which is why we should stick around until we find it.”
Sam just glared at Dean. Deacon reached into his jacket and took out an envelope. He held it out to Dean as he spoke.
“Oh, hey, guys…”
Deacon stood there trying to get their attention while they fought.
“You wanna have this fight for real, Dean? We’ve gotta go. We’ve gotta go now.”
“I’m just saying.”
Sam pointed at his brother.
“ We’re leaving, Dean. Otherwise, we’ll be leaving in shackles for Milwaukee with Henricksen as company. Can you really afford that right now? You just planning on leaving Jo behind like that? What don’t have time to mess around…we gotta go.”
Dean threw up his hands.
“Are we gonna start this again Sammy? I told you it will be fine and why do you keep throwing Jo in my face? You’ve been bringing her up an awful lot these past few days.”
Sam could hear the anger in Dean’s voice and he snorted.
“You’re not back on that are you Dean? I do not like Jo.”
“Uh…guys.”
“Yeah you say that Sammy, but I’m not so sure these days.”
“GUYS!”
Sam and Dean turned to Deacon and spoke at the same time in irritation.
“What?”
He motioned to the envelope he had been holding out.
“Your lawyer left this for you.”
Dean grinned between Deacon and Sam.
“Would you look at that? Man, I am friggin’ velvety smooth.”
Sam rolled his eyes.
“You wanna maybe open it up? After, you know, you’re done patting yourself on the back?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Dean opened the letter and read it over. His eyes widened slowly.
“Wow.”
“What? You wanna share with the class, Dean?”
“Glockner died in the old cell block right after Moody bit it. Seems they had a little inmate uprising, she got caught in the middle. They dragged her to a solitary cell and gave her severe cerebral edema.”
“Someone bashed her head in.”
Dean nodded.
“Yeah.”
“Does it say where she’s buried?”
“Yep.”
Deacon smiled at the boys.
“All right, then. Let’s get you the hell out of here.”
Dean returned the smile as he folded the letter.
“Don’t worry, Deacon. We’ll get rid of this thing.”
“Good, ‘cause I want it out of my prison. Boys…I can’t thank you enough for this. I know I was asking a lot, but you still came through. Your daddy raised you right.”
Sam gave Deacon a tight smile.
“Well, we owed you.”
Deacon reached over and hugged them before moving back.
“Hope to see you again. Just not in here, okay?”
Sam made a face and glanced at Dean.
“Yeah, we’ll do our best.”
Deacon opened a vent and the boys go to leave through the planned escape route when Dean turned back and grinned at him.
“ Oh. Where do you want it?”
“What?”
Dean’s grin widened as he motion to his face. Deacon sighed and pointed to a spot on his jaw.
“Make it look real, son.”
Dean chuckled . With the way Deacon beat the crap out of him these past few days, he sure as hell was gonna make it look real. He reared back and slammed his fist into Deacon’s face. He didn’t wait to see if he knocked him out he just took off behind Sam.
They made it through the maze of tunnels and then finally outside. Dean saw the Impala sitting not far from where they escaped and he smiled as he walked over to it.
“Oh, man, are you a sight for sore eyes.”
He glanced briefly at Sam.
“You know, I almost wish I could see Henricksen’s face.”
Sam shook his head as he opened the passenger side of the door.
“Really? ‘Cause I’d be happy if I never saw him again. I mean, we’re not really out of the woods yet, Dean, you know?”
“Yeah.”
Seconds after Dean spoke the alarm sounded and they looked at each other with wide eyes. Dean pulled the door open got in the car and started it.
“Good point. Let’s get out of here.”
Twenty minutes later they were back in their regular clothes and they had just pulled up and parked at the cemetery. Dean grabbed the bag with the supplies as they got out of the car and started to search for Glockner’s grave.
“We’ve gotta move it. If Henricksen gets to the lawyer.”
Dean frowned as he slid the beam of his flashlight over a few graves they were walking by.
“I thought she couldn’t say anything. You know, that whole lawyer-client privilege thing.”
Sam shook his head as he did the same.
“The privilege doesn’t apply, Dean.”
“So, she’ll talk?”
“She has to.”
Dean let out a frustrated sigh. This was getting ridiculous. At this point all he wanted to do was make his way back to Jo and take her to Bobby’s where they could just relax for a few days and he could touch up the Impala.
“Oh, that’s friggin’ super.”
It took another ten minutes before they found Glockner’s grave and started digging. Sam shoveled another pile of dirt out of the hole when his shovel his solid wood. They stopped and Dean let out a low grunt.
“Got her.”
“It’s about damn time. Grab the gasoline Sammy.”
Sam climbed out of the grave and Dean followed. He squirted the gas on the bones as Dean lit a match. They glanced at each other and Sam motioned for Dean to toss it in. He did and they stood there and watched the bones go up in flames.
Sam sighed, hands in pockets.
“I thought we were screwed before.”
Dean made a face. He just made his situation ten times worse. How the hell was he ever gonna have a family when he was wanted by five or so different states. He rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. But we’ve gotta go deep this time”
Sam chuckled lightly.
“Deep, Dean? We should go to Yemen.”
Dean turned and smirked at Sam.
“Whoa, I’m not sure I’m ready to go that deep. Come on let’s get the hell out of here.”
Dean cleared his throat as they walked back to the Impala.
“You ready to head back to the Roadhouse?”
Sam nodded as he pulled open the door.
“More than ready. Remind me the next time we have a job like this I’m planning it. Not you.”
Dean grinned as he started the car.
“Nice Sammy. My plan worked out perfect and you know it did. Just admit it already.”
Sam rolled his eyes, but a small smile appeared on his face as he glanced out the window. It had been a while since it was just him and Dean and he’d missed it.
“Whatever man…”
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