Sunday, April 10, 2011

Turning Back Time (4/5)

Chapter 4
‘Déjà Vu’

But the sinners shall die with the sinners,
And the apostate go down with the apostate.
And those who practice righteousness shall die on account of
the deeds of men,
And be taken away on account of the doings of the godless.'
-LXXXI. The Heavenly Tablets and the Mission of Enoch, The Book of Enoch-

Dean swallowed hard as he stood with the Colt pointed at Meg. This was it, the moment of truth. He turned his head slightly and glanced at Ellen. She nodded and Dean turned back to Meg.

“When have you known us to ever make anything easy?”

She grinned and opened her mouth, but before she could say anything Dean’s finger pressed against the trigger. The first bullet lodged in her head and shock crossed her features before her body lit up, shook, and fell to the ground.

The next shot was seconds after the first and hit the nearest hellhound before Dean turned, eyes wide, and yelled.


As he ran the memories of the day hit him full force and he pushed his body harder. He felt it before it came as his body slammed down to the pavement. Jo turned and his eyes met hers.


“Jo stay back!”

He was breathing heavy as she fired the first shot. His gut clenched as he tried to remember how many she’d gotten off before the hellhound pounced on her. He was already on his knees when she fired the second shot. Four…it was four shots.

Dean was on his feet as she shot the third and running towards her as the fourth one went off. She turned, Dean heard the growl and everything went into slow motion, He jumped forward, knocked Jo to the ground and landed on top of her.

He felt the claws dig into his side, heard someone scream his name, yelled out in pain, heard several gun shots, and met Jo’s frantic eyes all in what felt like the same moment. Jo was pushing him up as Sam helped get him on his feet.

He grunted as Ellen covered them. Sam yanked him along as Jo started walking backwards behind them shooting her gun. Dean turned his head slightly when Jo was out of his line of vision. His side was throbbing and he clenched his teeth and tried to focus on something other than the pain.

They had just made it inside when Jo slammed the doors shut, grabbed metal chains and started tying it around the door handles. She glanced around the store, found salt and started ripping the bags open, setting up salt lines. Sam placed Dean on the ground and Ellen was by his side.

He glanced at Ellen and she could see the pain on his face. Dean looked around and didn’t see Jo and if it was possible his heart started beating faster. There was a slight hitch in his voice when he spoke.

“Where’s Jo…”

When no one answered him he spoke louder.

“Ellen…where’s Jo?”

She glanced up at him tears in her eyes.

“She’s salting the doors and windows.”

Dean relaxed slightly and nodded.

“She okay?”

Sam frowned and knelt down to get a look at Dean’s wound as Ellen peeled his ripped shirt and jacket away from his side.

“She’s fine…what the hell were you thinking Dean? Jesus…”

Dean just gave Sam a look and he shut up. Ellen glanced at Sam and touched his arm to get his attention.

“I need some water, salt, and see if you can find some bandages.”

Sam nodded and got up. Ellen pressed her hand against his wound and met Dean’s eyes before speaking.

“It’s not too bad…a little deep, but if we can get it cleaned up you should be okay…you were lucky…”

Her voice trailed off and he leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and nodded. It was quiet for a minute before Ellen broke the silence.


He opened his eyes at the tone of her voice and shook his head.

“Don’t…it’s no big deal Ellen…Jo’s okay…I’ll be okay eventually…let’s just focus. We gotta figure a way out of here and our first priority is the devil…okay?”

Ellen swallowed hard, but nodded. Jo made her way towards them and knelt by Dean. He glanced up at her and gave her a tight smile. Her jaw was tense and he could see her fighting the urge to let the tears fall and he appreciated it. Ellen stood up and squeezed Jo’s arm.

“Stay here with Dean for a minute I’m gonna see if there’s a radio or something so we can get in touch with Bobby.”

Jo nodded and shook her head at Dean.

“What were you thinking? Are you crazy?”

Her voice was low and if it didn’t hurt to laugh he would have. He just saved her life and she was mad at him. Go figure.

“Nah…just slightly delusional at the moment.”

She frowned.

“How can you joke right now? You could have died!”

Dean winced as he attempted a one armed shrug. He spoke without looking at her.

“Better me than you…”

His voice was quiet and Jo was furious. How dare he. She glared in his direction as she stood.

“You son of a bitch! How dare you…you self sacrificing asshole!”

Dean glared back at her.

“Where the hell do you get off…calling me that…a thank you would suffice.”

An incredulous looked crossed Jo’s face.

“Thank you? For what? Attempting to get yourself killed trying to be my knight in shining armor? No one asked you to do that.”

He held his side and took a deep breath. He was starting to feel slightly woozy which meant he was losing a little more blood than he probably wanted to.

“You didn’t have to ask! You would have died Jo…”

“You don’t know that!”

Dean snorted.

“You’d be surprised what I know…can’t you just be grateful?”

He shifted slightly and swore. Ellen and Sam could hear them fighting. They frowned as they made their way back towards Jo and Dean. Ellen shook her head at Jo which stopped whatever was about to come out of her mouth.

She bent down and started cleaning out Dean’s wounds. He hissed as Jo paced back and forth. She swallowed hard and looked at her mom.

“Were you able to get in touch with Bobby?”

“Found a radio…but I gotta take care of his wound…I don’t want him losing anymore blood.”

Jo nodded and headed towards the radio. She sighed before picking it up and finding Bobby’s frequency. Dean watched as Ellen cleaned out his wounds and wrapped a few ace bandages around him to keep him from bleeding out.

“When we get out of here you’re gonna need stitches…a good amount of ‘em.”

Dean nodded. This wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when he thought he’d have a second chance to save Jo, but things were fairing okay so far. He sat there and watched as Jo took charge of the situation. She’d talked to Bobby…came up with the same bomb idea as last time, and had Sam and Ellen doing everything she said.

Dean was impressed. He could see the tension in her shoulders, but her stride was confident. He smiled to himself. She really was a good hunter. His eyes were drooping when Jo, Sam and Ellen made their way over to him.

She touched his forehead lightly and he opened his eyes wider as he glanced at her.

“You ready?”

Dean nodded.

“Yeah. Sammy help me up.”

He did what Dean asked and when he was standing he tested his ability to move and though it hurt like a bitch, it wouldn’t kill him. He’d still need some help, but at least no one would be dragging his ass around. Jo’s voice brought him out of his thoughts.

“Okay Mom, you’re gonna take Dean out the back and get him to the car as fast as you can. Sam’s gonna let the hounds in and once we’re on the fire escape we’re gonna blow the building with the hounds in it and go after the devil.”

Dean’s eyes widened as he glanced between Sam and Jo. He shook his head.

“No way…out of the question. We stick together…tell her Ellen.”

Ellen opened her mouth, but Jo cut her off. There was anger in her voice as she looked at Dean.

“I’m not sending Sam out by himself Dean…even you know that’s a bad idea. I’ve got his back don’t worry.”

Dean’s voice was full of irritation. He had just finished making sure she didn’t die, now she wanted to go up against Lucifer? Was she crazy? He didn’t just get attacked by a god damn hellhound so she could go off on a suicide mission.

“Who’s got yours?”

Sam cleared his throat.

“I’ll watch out for her Dean…don’t worry. Remember what you said earlier…this could be our one-shot…we need to take it. Let Ellen get you out of here…we’ll be right behind you.”

Dean hesitated as he glanced at Ellen. She looked about as happy with the plan as he did, but she didn’t protest. Gabriel had told him he couldn’t change the events of the day. So someone needed to go after the devil…and if he couldn’t change the day neither could Lucifer. He couldn’t kill Sam or Jo. He sighed and nodded.


Sam helped Ellen get Dean out and down the fire escape before going back inside with Jo. Dean watched his brother until he disappeared. Ellen helped Dean down the empty street and seconds later there was a loud explosion.

They stopped moving and turned. The store was engulfed it hot orange flames. Ellen’s arms tightened around Dean and he held onto her without even realizing it. He watched in the distance behind the smoke as two figures ran in the opposite direction.

He looked at Ellen who swallowed hard and started moving again.

“Come on…can’t have you dying on me now…let’s move.”

Dean grunted, but nodded as they headed in the direction of the cars. At least he did what he set out to do. Jo was safe, Ellen was alive and everything would work itself out…he hoped.

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