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Wrong Place, Even Worse Time | Dean and Jo

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Dean took notice of the demon’s reactions to his taunting. Unusual, to say the least. Even if he wasn’t the most feared being in the world, those evil sons-of-bitches knew what he was capable of. The Winchester name was as good as holy water itself. Maybe he overestimated himself? 

He ground his teeth together once more, his breathing turned hot and harsh. A new type of anger started boiling in the pit of his stomach. This mixed with the already heightened adrenaline was going to make for an interesting play date. She wasn’t backing down from the ‘I’m not like other demons’ card, but Dean knew better. All demons lied, and Dean knew that better than anyone. However, she knew the intimate details of their final moments together, she knew of Rufus and Bobby’s game… These were things that even the most confident demon couldn’t fake knowing.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Bullshit,” he replied. Dean wouldn’t let it get to his head, though. His mind was set. His eyes shot back down to the ground and his head tilted again. He felt vaguely curious as to who this demon thought they were, and exactly how they came to be that way. He wasn’t entirely educated on the linguistics of demon-kind. Hell, the only thing he was sure about was where they came from and how to kill ‘em, anything else simply went out the window.

Even if it was Jo — which it couldn’t have been — Dean wouldn’t let her stay the way she was. That’s how it always was with the Winchesters and friends. Kill first, ask questions later. If no one was around to answer, then your job was done. John Winchester practically carved that ideology into Dean’s mind, so he couldn’t be too ashamed that his faithful son may have exaggerated it a tiny bit?

The hunter bent his knees and crouched near the demon. He leaned in close enough for her to do some proper damage if she wasn’t so obviously weak. Dean felt in control, and it felt good. Too good, even. He gripped the knife firmly and used the blade to move her wet hair away from her neck. With a grin, Dean grazed the sharpened edge against her flesh without even trying to break skin. Nice and slow.

“Jo’s dead,” Dean whispered. He pointed the blade to himself, “I killed her.” He never admitted it out loud like that, not even to Sam. No, he knew it wasn’t by his direct hand, but some how he was involved. He always wished he could have taken her place, felt as if the world would have been a better place without a load of Dean Winchester walking about. At least now, he could get something out of it. “I don’t know how you got this body or those memories, but it’s time to stop fuckin’ around. I’m sure you already know the things I can do,” Dean’s tone remained steady. He reached out and pushed the blonde the rest of the way into the trap.”Fun? Of course,” he added.

Pleased with himself, Dean retrieved a half-broken chair and placed it in the middle of the trap. He kicked the leg forward, motioning for her to pick herself up and get on. “Be a good girl now,” he ordered before returning back to grab the holy water infused rope.  

Jo didn’t really understand what had happened to Dean. Sure, she knew that he had been a little messed up after coming back from Hell, but that was to be expected. It wasn’t exactly a fun place, after all, but at least he got pulled out eventually. She had been left to rot in there. Even so, she had never blamed the Winchesters, nor the angel that had been on their shoulder. It was her decision, her choice alone that had gotten her killed.

The demon may regret many things, but dying to save the world wasn’t one of them.

Sadly, no world saving had been done. At least not on that night. Maybe she had something to do with it later down the road. One could maybe argue that her death had prevented the death of Dean and Sam Winchester, and so that allowed them to seal Lucifer back into his cage. Then again, one could maybe argue that if they had died that night then Lucifer wouldn’t have had a vessel anyway. Either way, Jo didn’t care.

She grit her teeth together as Dean pushed her further into the trap, making sure that her entire body was inside the circle. She felt the power of the symbols and magic grab hold of what little power she had, push it deep inside to where it would be of no use. Not that it would have helped anyway, but it was still highly annoying, having her power trapped in such a way.

The chair was ignored as the hunter spoke of his hand in her death; she surged forward with new-found strength, colliding with the invisible wall at the edge of the circle with an almost painful force, but she ignored it. 

“You were not the reason I died. Don’t you dare fucking say that! I didn’t die so that you could wallow in your misery and get yourself killed by parading around a town full of demons.”

Her eyes were still black, though now it was from anger instead of the injuries her body sustained. Her hand came up, the fingertips bending to claw at the wall as she glared at Dean. “What did you think was gonna happen when you came here, huh? You’d trap a demon, torture it for a while, then kill it? What, did you expect for no other demons to come? That they’d all tremble in fear of the Winchester name? News flash, Dean: they don’t care. You’re just a trophy to be won by them. The kill at the end of the hunt. Many will die, but eventually one will win the game.”

She curled her fingers into a fist, slamming it against the wall hard enough to cause a visible spark of power. “What would Sam think, huh? How about Bobby? I bet neither of them know where you are; Sam wouldn’t have let you come alone. You’re acting like a giant child!”

It was no big surprise that Jo had stepped over that line, the line that was safe for her. But if Sam wasn’t here to force logic into Dean’s head, then someone had to, and no one else cared enough to do so. It fell on Jo, had fallen to Jo as soon as she heard that the hunter had come to town. This was her job, now, this was her duty: protect Dean Winchester.