Sunlight ¥ Dean Winchester [1]

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Sam sat on his bed as he watched Dean pace the motel room. The place was trashed. No sign of Bobby or Jessica anywhere.

"Dean—"

"I mean, where is she?!" Dean muttered to himself. "First Bobby goes AWOL and now Jessica hasn't been seen or heard from for at least eight hours. She hasn't answered my calls or texts..."

"Dean—"

Suddenly, Dean stopped pacing. "My god, what if she's dead?" He turned towards his brother. "We gotta go."

Sam sighed heavily and followed his brother out of the motel and to their car.

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Hours later...

After summoning Crowley and getting his blood, the brothers went to work with their plan.

They had all the ingredients now. The blood of a fallen angel. The blood of an alpha vamp. The blood of a demon king. And a bone from Sister Mary Constant. All they had to do was a ritual and everything would be set.

As Sam began the ritual, Dean had walked away and pulled out his phone.

Jessica had now been gone for a day. Dean was starting to worry.

"You better pick up this time." Dean dialed Jessica's number and hit the call button.

"I hope this worked." Sam said as he held a bone covered in blood. His eyes locked onto his brother.

"Anything from Jessica?"

Dean growled frustratedly as Jessica's voice mail filled his ears.

"Nothing! Where the hell is she?!"

Surprisingly after Dean's shout, his phone began to ring. He looked down at the device and saw that Jessica was trying to video call him.

Dean answered quickly.

"Jess, thank god I—"

"Hello, Dean." Dick smiled as he stood in front of the camera.

Dean's heart sank. Then, anger built up inside his chest. "Where the hell is my wife!"

Dick chuckled. "Oh, she's right here." He moved out of the view of the camera and showed Jessica.

"Dean..." Jessica groaned.

The woman's face was covered in blood, cuts and bruises. Her left eye was swollen and her lip was split.

"Don't come after me!" Jessica's hands gripped the chair. "What ever he asks you, don't do it! Don't—"

Jessica was hit with the end of her angel blade. Blood came out of her mouth and splattered on the floor.

Dean clenched his hands into fists.

"Now Dean," Dick cleared his throat. "I've got something you want and I know you have something that I want." He appeared in front of the camera now. "How about we do a trade, huh? Your wife for the bone."

"Don't..." Jessica's voice was a whisper. But Dean could hear it.

He shut his eyes. Dean was already thinking of a plan. "Alright, fine. We'll meet tomorrow."