Title: Possessed: The Fight
Pairing: Jo/Dean (Sort of)
Edited By: dh1031
Category: One-Shot (Tag to Season 2 episode ‘Born Under a Bad Sign.’ The way it should have went and Why did Sam go after Jo anyway?)
Dean’s eyes left the window as he glanced at Jo’s still body. He ran over to where she was laying on the ground, bent down, and swallowed hard as he brushed a few strands of hair off her face.
“Jo…Jo come on…open those eyes for me.”
There was a slight groan as she stirred and when her eyes opened he helped her sit up. She winced as her hand went to the cut on her stomach. She hissed in pain when her hand brushed against it.
“Don’t touch it…I got you.”
Dean lifted her into his arms and stood up slowly. He walked over to one of the chairs, and carefully placed her in it.
“You got a first aid kit around here?”
She avoided eye contact as she spoke in a soft shaky voice.
“In the back, behind the counter.”
Dean walked over rummaged around behind the counter for a minute or so before pulling out a medium sized white box. He walked back over to the table and sat across from Jo. He opened the box, stuck his hand in, and started getting everything out.
He reached out to lift up Jo’s shirt and she jerked away from his hand. Dean froze and held his hand up in an unthreatening manner. He swallowed hard and a surge of anger and pain rushed through him. His voice was soothing when he spoke.
“It’s okay…it’s just me Jo. I gotta clean that cut out…just lift up your shirt for me.”
She hesitated for a second before lifting the side of her shirt. Dean winced as he reached out and started cleaning out the wound.
“It’s a little deep; you should be okay though…”
His voice trailed off and he tried to catch her eyes with his, but she wouldn’t let him. There was an awkward silence between them. Dean wasn’t any good at situations like this…this kind of thing was always Sam’s department. Yeah a lot of help he’s been, thought Dean. He sighed and cupped her face in his hands.
“Jo, look at me…please…”
She turned her eyes to him and he almost wished she hadn’t. He could see the pain, anger, humiliation, and confusion swirling around in there. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything she broke down and a sob left her throat.
Dean pulled her to him and she held onto him for dear life as she cried. It took a couple of minutes, but Jo finally settled down and pulled back from Dean while wiping at her eyes. She could see the anger on his face as his jaw clenched.
Jo knew he wanted to know what happened with Sam, but it was too fresh. She couldn’t bring herself to go into it right now. Especially after what she found out. Pregnant, thought Jo. She wasn’t sure how Dean would take the news and right now…well it just wasn’t the time.
“What did he do to you Jo?”
She shook her head.
“That wasn’t Sam…”
“No, it wasn’t, but that doesn’t really make me feel any better. What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Dean let out a frustrated sigh.
“Damn it Jo!”
Jo stood up quickly and flinched as she reached over and cleaned up the mess Dean made. She cleared her throat before speaking.
“We need to find him. Do you have any idea where he’s headed?”
Dean frowned. He didn’t like the sound of Jo’s voice, but he answered her anyway.
“No, but I got a hunch. He seems to be going after…people I care about. So the closest person from here that we know is Bobby…in South Dakota. Remember I told you about him?”
“Okay, good. Let’s go.”
Dean rounded the table and came to a stop in front of her.
“You’re not coming.”
“The hell I’m not. I’m a part of this now.”
Dean was trying to control his anger, because yelling at Jo wasn’t going to help the situation. He needed to find Sammy, but he also needed Jo to be okay.
“Listen, this is my fight Jo…I can’t risk something happening and that includes the possibility of that thing in Sammy’s body going after you again. I need you safe. Let me handle this.”
“And he if he comes back here? Dean…I need to do this. I need to see this through…I need to reassure myself that it wasn’t really Sam who…”
Jo’s voice broke off as she stumbled on her words. Dean watched as she shut off her emotions and met his eyes. He hesitated before speaking in a soft voice.
“Jo…what did he do to you?”
She gave him a tired look.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now. We’re wasting time Dean…you said you think he’s after Bobby…”
It’s true, he does think whatever demon is in Sam is after Bobby, because Bobby is someone Dean cares about. He’s been like a father figure to him and Sam since their dad died. Dean weighed his options and figured arguing with Jo would take up too much time.
Besides, if he was honest with himself he wasn’t quite ready to let her leave his side yet, he just didn’t want to put her in anymore danger. Jo was watching him carefully and when he let out a deep breath she knew he was giving in.
“Car’s outside. You got everything you need?”
She slowly grabbed her jacket off one of the tables, placed her hand in the pocket and fiddled around for a few seconds before nodding.
“Let’s go then, if we’re gonna beat Sammy there we need to hurry.”
Dean was taking a chance. He was bringing Jo in as more than a woman he cared about, but as a partner. Lately Dean’s been thinking that maybe Mom and Jessica died because they were kept in the dark about who the Winchester men really are…Maybe if I let Jo in, keep her close, this won’t have to end the way it did with Dad and Sam, thought Dean.
On The Road Again…
Dean drove fast and Jo was quiet in the seat next to him. He took out his phone and dialed Bobby’s number. It rang a couple of times before the line went dead. Dean slammed the phone shut and Jo glanced over at him.
“Bobby’s not answering…I think Sam’s already there.”
Jo’s body tensed and she clenched her jaw.
Dean looked at her. He watched as she looked straight out the window for a few seconds before turning his eyes back to the road as his foot pressed further down on the gas pedal.
They pulled up at Bobby’s and Dean shut off the car. They got out quietly and made their way up the front steps of the house. Dean held a hand up right as Jo was about to open the door. He shook his head, pulled out his gun and reached out for the doorknob.
He grasped it and pushed the door open. Once it was fully open he made his way slowly inside, gun drawn, Jo behind him. They moved through the dark hallway quietly. Right as they turned the corner Dean ran smack dead into Bobby.
There was a loud grunt as Dean and Bobby both pointed guns at each other. It took a minute before they realized who the other was and lowered their weapons. Bobby moved toward Dean and patted him on the back.
“I’m glad Sam didn’t mess you up too bad.”
Dean rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, it’s good to see you’re alright too Bobby. Where is Sam anyway? Did we beat him here?”
Bobby shook his head.
“No, he’s tied up in a chair underneath a Devil’s Trap in the living room.”
Dean frowned in confusion.
“How’d you know?”
“There was just something off about him.”
Bobby took that moment to look behind Dean and saw Jo standing there. He raised an eyebrow and glanced between Dean and Jo before giving her a smile.
“Joanna Beth Harvelle…dang, I ain’t seen you since you were in pigtails girl. Come here!”
Dean gave Bobby a strange look before moving slightly out of the way so Jo could make her way over to Bobby if she wanted to. She hesitated for a second before walking toward Bobby. He pulled her into a tight hug and let her go a few seconds later.
“How’s your mom kiddo?”
Dean moved forward and placed a hand on the small of Jo’s back and she swallowed hard before speaking in a soft voice.
“Last time I called she was doin' okay.”
He glanced over at Dean and his face sobered as he motioned towards the living room.
“You ready to do this son?”
Dean’s jaw tightened and he nodded. The three of them made their way into the living room and Sam was still out cold. Jo froze in the doorway and Dean glanced over his shoulder.
She didn’t sound okay. Bobby gave Dean a worried look and Dean just shook his head motioning that he’d tell him later. Dean took the initiative and walked over to Sam. He slapped him across the face and a groan came from Sam.
Sam’s eyes opened and he glanced up at the ceiling. He was sitting directly under a Devil’s Trap. He sighed before turning his head to look at Dean. He smirked at him.
“Dean…back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn’t it? Like a cockroach. And look you’ve brought your little bitch with you.”
Dean glared at him, his voice hard.
“How ‘bout I smack that smartass right outta your mouth?”
“Oh, careful now. Wouldn’t wanna bruise this fine packaging.”
Dean gave him a humorless chuckle.
“Oh, don’t worry. This isn’t gonna hurt Sam much. You, on the other hand…”
His voice trailed off and he turned to Bobby who handed him a bucket of water. Dean twirled around and splashed the bucket of water onto Sam causing him to writhe and scream in pain. Dean grinned.
“Feel like talking now?”
Sam glared between Bobby, Dean, and Jo.
“Sam’s still my meat puppet. I’ll make him bite off his tongue.”
“No, you won’t be in him long enough…Bobby?”
Bobby motioned for Jo to hand him the book on the table. She grabbed it, handed it to him, and moved closer to Dean while grabbing some Holy water to help out with the exorcism. Bobby started reading the incantation.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii…”
“See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up…”
Sam’s head jerked back and he shrieked in pain as Dean continued.
“You’re not getting Sam. You understand me? ‘Cause I’m gonna kill every one of you first.”
Sam continued to thrash around as Bobby read and then all of a sudden he let out a loud cackle. Bobby, Dean, and Jo looked at Sam and froze. Dean glanced at the book Bobby was reading with confusion on his face. Before he could say anything Sam spoke with a mixture of humor and anger in his voice.
“You really think that’s what this is about? The master plan? I don’t give a rat’s ass about the master plan. What I want is revenge…”
Dean motioned for Bobby to continue reading and he did.
“Humiliare sub potenti manu dei…”
Sam cut him off.
“Oops. Doesn’t seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks.”
Sam bowed his head and began chanting in Latin. Suddenly the room began to shake and papers started flying everywhere. Jo stumbled and Dean caught her arm. She glared at Sam before looking at Dean.
Dean looked at Bobby and shrugged.
“I don’t know…this isn’t going like I pictured. What’s going on, Bobby?”
Bobby walked over toward Sam, lifted up his sleeve and squinted his eyes. He could see the symbol burned into Sam’s arm and he swore.
“It’s a binding link! It’s like a lock! He’s locked himself inside Sam’s body!”
“What the hell do we do?”
“I don’t know!”
Sam continued chanting and when the last word left is mouth the ceiling cracked and the protective circle was broken. Sam ripped through the ropes and stood with an evil grin on his face. He glanced over at Dean, Jo, and Bobby.
“There. That’s better.”
He jerked his head, flinging Bobby and Dean into the wall. He turned his attention towards Jo and advanced on her. She backed up until she ran into a table. She felt around it and grabbed the first thing she found. She lifted her hand up and a knife glinted in the light.
Sam lifted his arm and flicked his fingers at her and the knife flew out of her hand. He smirked, grabbed Jo by the throat and pushed her against the wall.
“I think the perfect ending to tonight, would be squeezing the life out you…Was is worth it? Getting what you wanted? Getting Dean? He’s never going to love you…and he’ll probably leave you with that bastard child you’re carrying…It’ll be easier for you if I just put an end to the two of you right now…”
Dean’s eyes widened and he got to his knees and stood up. Pregnant, thought Dean. He ran and tackled Sam. Sam wasn’t ready for the impact of Dean’s body and he stumbled, letting go of Jo. She crashed to the ground choking and Bobby made his way over to help her while Sam and Dean fought.
Sam turned and glared at Dean, they circled each other as Sam spoke.
“You know, when people wanna describe the worst possible thing, they say, “It’s like hell.”
Sam advances quickly on Dean and punches him.
“Well, there’s a reason for that. Hell is like …”
“well, it’s like hell. Even for demons…”
*punches Dean again*
“It’s a prison made of bone and flesh and blood and fear.”
Sam slams his fist into Dean again knocking him to his knees.
“And you sent me back there.”
Realization finally crossed Dean’s face as blood dripped down from his nose.
‘No. Not anymore. Now, I’m Sam.”
Sam punched Dean again before grabbing him by the shoulder and lifting him up.
“By the way…I saw your dad there. He says, ‘Howdy’. All that I had to hold onto was that I would climb out one day, and that I was gonna torture you, nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect. Kill everyone you love…destroy you, but whatever I do to you, it’s nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You’re worthless. You couldn’t save your dad…you didn’t save Jo in time, and deep down…you know that you can’t save your brother. They all would’ve been better off without you.”
Sam lifted his arm and went to punch Dean again when Jo pushed away from Bobby, grabbed a hot fire poker, and ran at Sam with it. She pushed his sleeve out of the way and touched the fire poker to the binding link symbol on Sam’s skin.
It seared the symbol and made Sam jerk back from the pain. He released Dean and, swiping his hands at Jo, knocked her back a few feet and to the ground. His mouth opened and an enormous cloud of black smoke surged out of his body, disappearing through the fire place before Sam collapsed to the ground.
Bobby sat on the floor, eyes wide staring at the scene. Sam looked around frantically, confusion clearly written on his face, and Dean made his way over to Jo. The four of them sat there catching their breath. Dean glanced over at Sam and let out a deep breath.
He turned and raised an eyebrow before looking around the room and then back at Dean.
“Did I miss anything?”
Dean reached over and slammed his fist into Sam’s face. Sam grunted and his head slammed back into the wall. Dean groaned and fell back onto the floor. Jo turned and leaned over him, checking his body for wounds. She shook her head as she patted his chest lightly.
“You’re gonna be fine. Bobby you got a first aid kit?”
“Yeah…in the kitchen.”
Jo nodded, got up, and made her way inside while Dean, Sam and Bobby stayed put on the floor.
“Don’t Sam…I don’t want to hear it right now.”
Sam watched Dean wince as he sat up slowly. Bobby followed and went in the other room to help Jo. Sam frowned. Jo…what’s she doing here? I know something’s going on with her and Dean, but it’s weird that he’d bring her on a job…if that’s what this is, thought Sam.
Sam stood up carefully testing the stiffness of his body. He pushed himself away from the wall and started to walk towards the kitchen. Dean’s next words sent a wave of ice through him as he turned to face him and froze.
“Stay away from Jo.”
Sam watched as Dean used the wall to lift himself up grimacing the whole way.
“I don’t know, she won’t tell me, but something did and for your sake it better be something that can be forgiven.”
Sam opened his mouth, but Dean shook his head.
“I don’t care if it was your fault or not. Stay away from her…I mean it Sammy.”
Before Sam could say anything else Bobby and Jo made their way back into the room. He watched as Jo helped Dean to a chair and quietly patched him up. He also noticed how she made sure to steer clear of him. Bobby must have sensed the tension because he kept looking between the three of them.
Sam caught the way Dean watched Jo and he wondered if his brother would ever forgive him for whatever it was he’d done. Sam could see how much Jo means to Dean and the last thing he wanted was to ruin that…hopefully we’ll be able to get past this…because I don’t know what I’d do without Dean, thought Sam.
Possessed: The Aftermath