Purgatory Line

"warping through time and space with a smile on my face."

"warping through time and space with a smile on my face. loss of thought, pretty please; let me sleep, let me be, dramamine." - dramamine - jeff rosenstock

content warnings: graphic descriptions of violence & blood, mention of death, descriptions of physical/mental/emotional abuse, mentions of parental death, in depth descriptions of guns and knives, psychological manipulation & confusion, 

Jude slept better than she had at any motel and didn't even wake when someone dropped in to deliver her clothes. They were stacked neatly on her dresser when she woke sometime in the early morning, and she smiled. It seemed too good to be true, but when Jude pinched herself she felt pain. She rubbed it away and hazarded a smile.

Maybe life really was looking up.

She rolled over to go back to sleep - she was sure it was barely past six in the morning - when her phone buzzed on the nightstand again. It was her old phone, not the new one that was tucked under her pillow, and she sat up so fast she got dizzy. The only people who had that number were Desmond and Dean.

Dean was, assumably, in the room next door with no reason to message her so that left one person. Jude scrambled to seize the phone, terror seeping into her bones. What could he possibly have to say to her after the day previous? She looked at his messages - two of them - and her hands shook as she opened them. Jude's throat felt dry and her hands were shaking so much she could barely read the damn messages.

you didn't have to send your fucking attack angel after me again

received: 5:55 AM

send someone to get the boy today and you can have him. here's where he's at: 404 e st, david city, ne

received: 6:00AM

Jude sucked in a breath as she looked at the message, the address that could only mean one thing: Desmond was sending Lear there. She could get Lear - she could have Lear back! Jude jumped out of bed, barely stopping to throw on a pair of flannel pajama pants from her pile of clothing before she was running out of her room. "Dean!" She called down the hall, slipping to a stop in front of his door. She hammered on it like her life depended on it - or maybe to the rhythm of her heartbeat that was running like a jackrabbit from the devil. "Dean!"

Jude nearly punched Sam in the chest when he opened the door, looking panicked and way too awake for six in the morning. "Jude, what's wrong?"

She recoiled in surprise and then flushed. "Oh, fuck. Sorry, I must have - I think I got the rooms mixed up." She turned and began the same song and dance on Dean's door, until Sam joined her and her father opened the door, half asleep but panicked.

"Jude, is everything okay?" Dean looked panicked and she took half a second to realize they were wearing nearly the same outfit: a loose t-shirt and flannel pants. Jude threw a loose punch out and smacked Dean in the pec excitedly, bouncing on her feet. He covered the spot where her fist had connected, looking mildly offended. "Ouch! What the hell, kid?"

"I don't know, man," Sam cut Jude off, "She woke me up, too."

"He's giving me Lear, Dean." She shoved her phone at him and he fumbled with it for a second before squinting at the screen. "We have to go get him! If not, he'll just ship him off to another house. Or he'll leave him there. Lear can be more nervous than a cat in a room of rockin' chairs so if he's there for too long he'll bolt."

"Lear?" Sam questioned, looking between his brother and his niece.

"Her younger brother," Dean mumbled, looking at the phone. "Did Cas go and wail on him again?" Dean looked apprehensive, but nothing could cut through the buzzing in Jude's body. "You just got here last night, Jude. We don't even know if he's tellin' the truth."