Love Heals All Wounds, A Supernatural FanFic

Chapter 7: Uncertainty

        Jo pulled her hand out of Dean’s and heard him whisper a sigh beside her. It was obvious that he had not noticed Sam’s presence as well. That is, until he was standing right behind Jo. A soft blush, that she was becoming quite accustomed to, warmed its way up the petite blonde’s neck and into her cheeks. Taking a deep breath to try and calm down, she turned around in her stool to face the younger of the Winchester brothers with an almost blank expression.

        “No,” she said, calmly. “You’re not interrupting anything.” Sam’s appearance had been like a bucket of ice that had pulled her out of whatever hold Dean had on her, and for that, she was grateful. She had been getting dangerously close to him and wasn’t sure how much longer her will would have survived under his mesmerizing green eyes. 

        Sam looked past Jo’s façade to give his brother a raised eyebrow. Although Jo couldn’t see Dean’s expression; she could practically feel the innocent grin that he was, without a doubt, giving Sam. The hint of a smile that tugged at the corner of the younger brother’s lips was evidence enough. Rolling her eyes, she met Sam’s gaze and changed the subject. “How are you feeling, Sam?” Almost as if someone had slapped him across the face, Sam’s expression dropped. 

        “I’m okay,” he said in a small voice. He reminded Jo of a wounded dog and this saddened her. Sam was the nicest person you could ever run across, she couldn’t imagine anyone who would want to torture him, the thought of it made her sick to her stomach. Jo knew that he was lying, she could see the pain in his hazel eyes, but she didn’t press the matter any further. 

        “What, happened to you man?” Dean asked, shifting in his stool. It was barely noticeable, but it was there, Sam flinched and then looked away. 

        “I don’t really remember all that much,” he said, keeping his gaze on the floor. “Whoever had me, must have done something to my memory.” 

        “Well,” Dean said, folding his arms across his chest. “What do you remember?” Jo could feel the tension radiating off Dean like a furnace radiates heat. She could tell that Dean was worried about Sam, but at the moment, he didn’t trust him. Or, at least, his answer. Slowly, Jo rose from her seat at the counter and gestured for Sam to sit down. He refused at first by shaking his head, but the look that she gave him stopped his protesting and he quickly replaced her space next to Dean. 

        She walked around the bar counter and grabbed three shot glasses. In two of the glasses, Jo poured some whiskey. And in the third, she poured some holy water. Dean picked up one of the shots of whiskey and set the one with holy water in front of Sam. Jo picked up the other shot of whiskey and looked at the Winchester boys expectantly. “Is this really necessary?” Sam asked, holding the shot glass in his hand. 

        “What would you do if this happened to me, Sammy?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow at his younger brother. Sam sighed and raised his glass. 

        “Cheers,” he said, knocking back the holy water with ease. Jo and Dean both watched as Sam drank the holy water without the slightest flinch. 

        “Atta boy, Sammy,” Dean said, patting his brother on the back. He then turned to Jo and their gazes met, a soft smile spreading across his lips. She watched him as he raised the shot glass to her, “Cheers.” A soft chuckle bubbled past her lips as she raised the glass to his. 

        “Cheers,” Jo smiled, shooting back the whiskey the same time as Dean. Sam watched them with a knowing smile and attempted to hold back his laughter as they set their glasses down in unison. Jo gently ran her finger along the edge of the glass and leaned against the counter. The whiskey warmed her belly and left a small smile across her lips. 

        “So,” Dean said, looking up at Sam. “We need to figure out what happened to you and kill whoever kidnapped you so that it doesn’t happen again.” 

        “Dean,” Sam said with a sigh. “It’s not that simple. I can’t remember anything that has happened to me since that case in Texas. For all we know this could just be my psychic abilities acting up again. Doesn’t necessarily mean that a demon did this to me.” 

        Jo’s eyebrows pulled together as she frowned. “Sam,” she said in a soft tone. “You are pretty beaten up. You have burn marks on your wrists…” Her expression softened and suddenly she felt as if she was trying to talk to a very small child who didn’t understand. “You weren’t just in some random brawl…you were held captive and tortured. Your wounds are proof of that.” Jo watched as Sam looked down at his bandaged wrists and sighed softly.

        Dean stood up from his seat and gently took hold of his younger brother’s shoulders. “Sammy,” he said, his voice warm and without its usual gruff. “We are going to figure out who did this to you and then we are going to kill them. It’s as simple as that.” At first, Sam didn’t respond. He watched his older brother for a moment. Jo was certain that he was debating whether or not he was going to win this argument with Dean. After a moment, she saw that Sam had given in by the way that he hung his head.

       “Okay,” Sam said as he gave Dean a small nod. “We’ll do it your way.”