Don't Leave Me-SPN S2

Chapter 2 - Everybody Loves A Clown

We were at John's funeral. The only light came from the wrapped, burning body. Standing behind, hands in our pockets, were Sam, Dean, and I. I had a few tears streaming down my face. Sam was near tears and fidgeting, Dean was staring into the flames silently.

"Before he.. before, did he say anything to you? About anything?" Sam asked us. Dean did not look at Sam.

"No. Nothing." Dean said.

It had been one week since John's funeral. Dean was underneath his car working on it, only his legs sticking out. It was little more than a rusted frame, but it looked considerably less crunched than before.

In a beat-up, poorly maintained minivan, the boys and I pulled up to the Roadhouse Saloon.

"This is humiliating. I feel like a friggin' soccer mom!" Dean said.

"It's the only car Bobby had running. Would you have rather walked?" I asked. Dean glared at me and I gave an innocent smile. We started looking around.

"Hello? Anybody here?" I asked.

"Hey. You bring the, uh..." Dean asked Sam.

"Of course." Sam said and he tossed something to Dean, who caught it. We opened the door and went inside. The saloon was quiet except for a fly buzzing. A light bulb blew out. We went to the back and saw a man passed out on the bar.

"Hey, buddy? I'm guessing that isn't Ellen." Sam said.

"Yeah." I said. Sam and I went into a back room, looking around.

I was digging through some stuff while Sam was walking around when suddenly I felt a gun on the back of my head. I gulped and put my hands up, but then kicked whoever was behind me in the knee and they reared back a bit. I grabbed as the person shot a bullet and blocked it. I threw the pan at the person and she avoided it.

She kicked me in the stomach and I fell onto a counter. I saw a large knife near my arm, so I picked it up and jumped off the counter and swung at the woman.

She bent back and avoided my attack then reached up and grabbed my arm and got up and hit my hand, making me drop the knife.

I kneed her arm so she would let go. I got up and back away, preparing my next attack when a bullet went flying by my head. I looked at her and she was pointing the gun at me.

"You missed." I said.

"I don't miss." she said. I noticed she also had a gun pointed at Sam. I huffed in annoyance and put my hands up. "Who the hell trained you?"

"My best friend." I said.

"Ok, hands behind your head. Both of you." the woman said. Sam and I complied. We then heard Dean call for help.

The back door opened to reveal Sam and I. We entered slowly.

"Sorry, Dean, I can't right now. I'm a... little tied up." Sam said and he nodded his head, indicating another woman, who was behind us with a handgun pointed at our heads.

"Sam? Dean? Winchester?" the other woman asked.

"Yeah." the boys said.

"Son of a bitch." the other woman said.

"Mom, you know these guys?" the first girl asked.

"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys." the other woman said. She lowered the gun, laughing.

"Hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo." Ellen said. Jo also lowered her rifle, and Dean smiled at her.

"Hey." Jo said.