Title: Possessed: Finding Out the Truth
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?)
On The Road…
Dean’s brows were furrowed as he drove the Impala down the empty highway heading towards Duluth, hoping that he wouldn’t be too late. I can’t believe Sammy went there, thought Dean. His foot pressed harder against the gas and the car jerked forward.
Dean glanced out the window and the darkness outside made him uneasy. The night seemed even more threatening than usual. He thought about why whatever demon possessing Sam would head to Minnesota, and the only thing he could come up with was Jo.
Dammit, I knew something like this would happen. I knew if I let feelings get in the way…someone would get hurt. It’s just the kinda luck we Winchesters have, thought Dean. A little over four months ago, Dean got a phone call from Jo and took off, leaving Sam at Bobby’s for almost a week.
When he finally came back, Sam had grilled him with a million and one questions about where he was, what he was doing, and why he didn’t answer his phone. I should have never gone to meet her, thought Dean. He shook his head as his thoughts drifted to the phone call four months ago that changed everything…
Dean had just finished up dinner and was walking to toss his trash out when his cell phone rang. ACDC blared out of his pocket as he gripped the phone in his hand, pulled it out, and flipped it open.
The line was quiet for a second, Dean frowned and was about to tell the person on the other line where they could shove it for prank calling him when he heard a familiar voice on the other end.
Her voice trailed off and Dean stood frozen in the kitchen. Her voice sounded off, like something wasn’t quite right.
He scratched the back of his head and frowned.
“Did you need something?”
There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the line before he heard a loud crash.
“You workin' a job right now?”
“Nah, we just got back from a job. We’re at Bobby’s.”
“I got this job I’m working on…I could use a hand…”
Dean wasn’t sure what to say. He hadn’t heard from Jo since the incident in Philadelphia. He knew she left the Roadhouse not long after that because he called there looking for her a few weeks after and Ellen said she took off. He remembered being slightly worried at the time, but chalked it up to the bad burger he had for lunch.
The truth was though, the first time Dean saw Jo, he felt something he hadn’t felt since Casey…and that scared the crap out of him, so he made jokes, pretended he wasn’t interested, and when it was time to leave, he left. Now after months of not talking, she calls him out of the blue for help.
“You still there?”
Her tone seemed frustrated as she spoke to Dean in a hasty voice.
“Listen if you can’t or you don’t wanna help that’s fine, I ain’t gonna force you to come out here. I just thought since we’ve worked together before and I know how you operate I’d ask you before calling someone else.”
He had every intention of saying no. Telling her he was busy, giving her the same story he gives every girl that calls him, but Jo wasn’t every girl and he couldn’t stop the next words that came out of his mouth.
“Where are you?”
Jo seemed just as shocked as Dean by those words.
“Minnesota…how soon can you be here?”
“I’ll pack up the car and come now. It’ll take a few hours though, you good until then?”
“Yeah, I can hold ‘em off until then.”
Dean got the exact address, told Jo he’d see her soon, tossed his garbage out, and started getting his gear together. Sam and Bobby walked into the living room as Dean was tossing things into his bag. Sam raised an eyebrow.
“I got a call; a friend needs help with a job.”
Sam glanced at Bobby who shrugged and nodded at Dean.
“Okay, I’ll get my stuff together.”
Dean stopped packing and looked up at Sam as he shook his head.
“No Sammy, I got this one. It shouldn’t take too long.”
Sam’s brow creased with uneasiness.
“Sammy, just leave it alone. I’ll be back in a day or so.”
Bobby stepped forward.
“Everything okay son?”
He glanced up at Bobby as he lifted his bag over his shoulder.
“Yeah, I just gotta take care of this one myself. I’ll be back soon.”
He headed out to the Impala, tossed his bag in the back, and took off to Minnesota and Jo.
It took Dean two days to help Jo clean out a nest of a dozen or so vampires, and when it was finished they ended up in a mess of tangled sheets in her apartment. He spent the next four days hanging around enjoying Jo’s company.
It was hard leaving Jo after that, harder than he had expected. It took a while, but he finally came clean with Sam about where he went and what happened. After picking on him for a few days, Sam made it clear that he was happy Dean found someone.
There aren’t too many hunters who can say they have someone in their life that understands what they do and is okay with it. Sam thought Dean and Jo were perfect for each other and he made that painfully clear.
He glanced out the window and caught sight of a road sign just off the right of the highway. 65 miles to Duluth. He sighed in frustration as he pressed down even further on the pedal. I’ll never forgive myself if anything happens to her, thought Dean.
Jo wiped down the counter as an older guy came over and placed a tip on the table nearest the bar. She glanced over her shoulder, he nodded in her direction, and she gave him a small smile before turning back to the counter.
“Night, thank you.”
As Jo moved down the counter with the cloth. I wonder what he’s up to tonight; maybe I should give him a call, thought Jo. Someone cleared their throat behind her and she didn’t bother turning as she spoke.
“Sorry, we’re closing up.”
“How about just one for the road?”
Jo’s hand froze mid circle and she turned around quickly looking slightly stunned. What on earth is Sam doing here, thought Jo. It took her a minute to recover, but when she did she grinned at him
“Well, you’re about the last person I’d expect to see.”
Sam gave her a wide smirk as his eyes roamed over her body quickly.
“Well…guess I’m full of surprises. So, can I get a beer?”
Jo took in his appearance and nodded as Sam’s face sobered and he took a seat at the bar. She went behind the bar, grabbed a beer, opened it, and handed it to him. He took a swig before Jo spoke again.
“Sure. One beer.”
“So, how’d you find me?”
Sam raised an eyebrow as he took another sip of his beer and Jo continued cleaning up the empty bar.
“Well, uh, it’s kind of what we do, you know? Plus Dean mentioned you were in Duluth.”
She glanced at him sideways before coming back around to the other side of the counter and then looked around the bar discreetly. Her brow furrowed slightly. Where is Dean anyway, thought Jo.
“Speaking of Dean, where is he?”
Sam glanced at Jo over his beer and there was a fleeting look in his eyes that made a chill run up her spine. It was gone as soon as it came though and when he gave her a small smile and a shrug; she thought she might’ve imagined it.
“He couldn’t make it.”
That’s odd. After everything that’s happened I would think that if Dean knew Sam was coming here, he would have come with him so we could see each other, thought Jo. And then it hit her. Maybe Dean didn’t know Sam was here. Another shiver ran up her spine as she grabbed a couple of empty beer bottles from the spot next to Sam.
“So, what are you doing here, Sam? I mean, we didn’t exactly part on the best of terms.”
He gave her a tight lipped nod.
“Right, um…that’s why I’m here. I kind of…I wanted to see if we could square things, you know?”
He lifted his arm to take another pull of beer and the sleeve of his shirt rode up slightly. Jo’s eyes caught a mark that looked like it was burned onto his arm. She motioned towards it with her head and spoke.
“That looks like it hurts.”
Sam glanced down at it and shook his hand until his sleeve fell back over it. He laughed and another wave of uneasiness ran through Jo.
“No…no, just had a run-in with a hot stove.”
She swallowed hard and gave him half a smile before collecting some garbage from a few tables surrounding the bar as she spoke.
“So, you were saying something about squaring things?”
“Yeah, um…look, I know how you feel about my dad. And I can’t say I blame you. He was obsessed, consumed with hunting. And he didn’t care who got caught in the crossfire. And I guess that included your dad, but that was my father. That’s not me.”
She stopped moving, her body tensed, and she turned so she was facing Sam again.
“What about Dean?”
“Well, Dean’s more like my father than I am, but…”
Sam paused as he noticed a look of disappointment cross Jo’s face. He let out a loud laugh and his eyes turned cold as they held her attention.
“Boy, you’re really carrying a torch for him, aren’t you?”
She scoffed and turned back to the tables. She grabbed two more beer bottles before walking back to the counter and placing them down. Sam raised an eyebrow at her lack of response and continued talking.
“I’ll take that as a yes. It’s too bad. ‘Cause, see, Dean…he likes you, sure, especially after his last little visit.”
Jo flushed and Sam grinned.
“It’ll never last though. I mean, he’ll tell you what you want to hear and he’ll make promises, but he’ll always break them. Romance just isn’t Dean’s thing…he’ll get tired of you eventually. He’ll stop visiting, forget to call…you know how that works?”
Sam watched her closely and he could tell he’d hit a nerve. Good, let’s see how Dean like’s it when I mess with his life for a change, thought Sam. His expression quickly changed, softening as he continued speaking.
“I’m not trying to hurt you, Jo. I’m telling you because I care.”
“That’s real kind of you, Sam.”
“I mean it.”
He walks over towards her and covers her hand with his. She glanced down at it in confusion before looking back at him. His eyes had gone from soft to intense and the anxious feeling was back in the pit of her stomach. His grip on her hand tightened slightly and his voice lowered as he spoke.
“I care about you a lot.”
What the hell is he doing, thought Jo. She swallowed hard and tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn’t let go. The expression on Sam’s face transformed in a second and Jo was now looking into eyes that were evil and menacing.
“Sam, what’s going on?”
“I could be more to you, Jo.”
“Maybe you should leave.”
For a minute she thought he wasn’t going to leave, but then his face went blank and he dropped her hand.
She watched as he started to walk away and then she turned away from him trying to calm her frantically beating heart down. Relax Jo, everything’s fine…you’re getting freaked out over nothing, thought Jo. She picked up the cloth and was about to start cleaning again when she was suddenly slammed hard against the bar.
She could hear Sam grunt behind her as she struggled against him. Jo managed to turn around in his arms and as soon as she did he smoothed his body against hers pressing her back harder into the bar.
“Sam, get off me! Sam, get off me! Let go!”
Out of the corner of her eye, Jo could see a beer bottle lying on the bar. She reached out, grabbed it, and brought her hand towards Sam’s head, but he was quicker. He twisted the bottle out of her hands.
“Jo, Jo, Jo. You just never learn…do you?”
His dark eyes were full of danger when they looked at her and she swallowed hard. Jo had a feeling she wasn’t getting out of this unscathed. Dean where are you, thought Jo.
Possessed: Playing With Fire