Who; Azazel, Dean Winchester, Jo Harvelle, John Winchester When; Tonight Where; An old industrial park What; A little demon taking out Rating; High, Violence and Language Status; Thread, incompletle
To say the last time a Harvelle had put their life in John Winchester's hands it had ended badly would be an understatement. Jo was hoping she might have a little more luck with the situation. She hadn't been bait in a while, not since HH Holmes and sitting in a sewer for nearly two hours waiting for the creepy bastard to come back for her. It was kind of one of those things you couldn't do when there was just you. But now there were all these people and this odd family unit that she had somehow found herself in and she was once again waiting for a creepy bastard to come for her. And while she knew she should be thinking of all the ways this could go very, very wrong (and really there was a giant list of them and most of them included her not going home, or worse) the only thing she could think of as she stood in the middle of the warehouse waiting for Azazel to show himself was that if her mother was going to kill her if she ever found her way here and learned of this absolutely brilliant plan. Jo really had to wonder where the hell her priorities were.
She thrust her hands into the pockets of her jacket, her right hand curling around the gun that Dean had slipped in there just in case, not that it would really do her much good. It was all coming down to banking on one shot from an entirely different gun. The plan was either genuis in its simplicity or just completely retarded.
Azazel spotted her easily between the abandoned buildings, her blond hair a lone spot of lightness in the otherwise mostly bleak and dark area. He smirked approaching her, certain she wasn't alone but he couldn't spot anyone for the moment. He stopped a few feet short of her and tilted his head to the side. "I must say I was glad to see you've reconsidered my offer."
She shrugged, keeping her eyes on the demon. "Desperate times..."
"Of course." He eyed her and then turned slowly, peering through the buildings for any sign for someone else.
"I'm alone," Jo pointed out.
"Doubtful," Azazel said with a grin and faced her again. "You really expect me to believe after what Lilith pulled and with Sammy boy all MIA you'd really be let out on your own?"
She shrugged, "they don't know I left."
He stepped closer to her, and Jo tightened her grip on the gun in her jacket pocket but stood her ground, even as he was mere inches away from her, staring down at her. "We'll see..." he said his features suddenly turning darker, twisted, and Jo knew he didn't buy it. He had never bought it.
It had happened so fast she had barely time to process his movement before she felt the sting of the back of his hand hitting her across the face. The force of it snapped her head to the side and she instinctively reacted with her own fist, hitting Azazel square in the jaw.
He laughed at her, feeling the hit but the demon strength keeping it from really doing much damage. Azazel grabbed her by the throat easily lifting her off the ground with one hand. Jo kicked out at him, boots hitting against his shins in what she knew was a pretty fruitless attempt to do any real damage.
"Oh Dean..." he called out looking around the area again. "I think it's time you came out to play," he threw Jo against the nearest solid object, the side of a warehouse. The impact sucked the breath out of her momentarily, jarring injuries that still hadn't fully healed yet from her time with Lilith, especially the bruising along her ribs and she pressed her palms against the ground to push herself up. Azazel was quicker though and sent a kick to her side before she could get up. Jo bit hard against her lip at the pain as Azazel stood and looked around. "I could go all night Dean, but I don't think she can," he yelled out to no particular spot.
Azazel crouched down near Jo, grabbing her shoulders roughly and pulling her to her feet. She pulled her knife from her back pocket and jammed it as hard as she could into his arm, grinning a little when a half shocked and half painful howl came from Azazel. "You little bitch..." he shot at her through clenched teeth and flung her back against the warehouse again, pinning her there with a thought as he pulled the knife from his arm.
He moved to Jo, twirling the knife casually. "I'd suggest you show yourself Dean before my patience wears thin." He pressed the knife to the side of Jo's face, grinning at her as he spoke. "Or do I need to start drawing blood?"