It's the end of the world as we know it...

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While Dean climbs the stairs to check if the supplies are still there, she keeps checking every windows for signs of movement; nothing. They enter the house, cautiously, Dean leading the way, they spread out as silently as they can and try to locate the supplies. She pushes the door leading into the family room and the smell of death assaults her nostrils, three corpses lay on the ground including a young girl. It takes her a second before she can move again, she steps over the deceased and as she walks into kitchen, she can’t shake the feeling that something is observing her.

The stench of rotting flesh was almost overpowering in the room, and Jo took shallow breaths to avoid gagging on the sickly sweet smell. No matter how much she’d gone through, no matter how many bodies she’d burned and buried and disposed of in other creative ways, the smell never got any easier to deal with. She checked the front hall for any indication of where the supplies might be before following Mack into the kitchen, leaving the dead where they lay.

She could hear Dean moving around upstairs, his steps slow and even, and Mack opening and closing cabinet doors. But then she heard another sound that wasn’t supposed to be there. She turned and leveled her shotgun at the door just as it opened and a burly, muscle-bound demon appeared, teeth bared and eyes black as pitch. It probably wasn’t the demon from upstairs, which meant there was more than one of them, and they were in trouble.

“Dean,” she shouted, firing a rock salt round at the demon as he approached them, going for Mack who was closer to him. A second demon followed him in the room and Jo realized with a sinking feeling that things had just gone from bad to worse. “Damn it, Dean!”

He reached the first door, pausing for a second, listening for noise before opening it quickly and sticking his gun in first, before he peered into the room. Empty.

Walking in Dean looked around. This was set up like a child’s bedroom and he sighed heavily. It didn’t matter how many times he’s seen dead bodies or how many houses they’ve raided. It was seeing the children that got him every time. They didn’t deserve this fate, they hadn’t even properly lived their lives yet. Leaving the room, he shut the door quietly and went to the next room across the hall. Repeating the same process he was surprised to see their supplies neatly on the ground under the window at the far end of the room.

Just as he was about to walk into the room, he heard a yell and then a shot from downstairs, ‘shit’ he said turning around quickly…

omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.

Ergo draco maledicte..." 

While Dean climbs the stairs to check if the supplies are still there, she keeps checking every windows for signs of movement; nothing. They enter the house, cautiously, Dean leading the way, they spread out as silently as they can and try to locate the supplies. She pushes the door leading into the family room and the smell of death assaults her nostrils, three corpses lay on the ground including a young girl. It takes her a second before she can move again, she steps over the deceased and as she walks into kitchen, she can't shake the feeling that something is observing her.

She parks a few feet from the door, just in case something decides to jump out at them. That's when she sees it, on the top floor, last window on the right, two eyes staring back at her before disappearing in the darkness.

Her voice is completely stoic as it breaks the night's silence.

Dean loaded up the jeep and checked and re checked his gun and the small gun in his thigh holster as well as the knife in his heavy boots.

The mental inventory of weapons, tools and gear she would need had been ingrained into Jo’s memory for so long now that she didn’t really even need to think about what to bring on supply runs anymore, but she still went through her pack and checked each gun, inspected every blade and counted each and every round in the clips and magazines. She figured the moment she assumed that everything was where she left it, she would need something that got left behind. And having enough ammo or knowing that knife was there when you needed it could mean the difference between life and death. She’d learned that the hard way.

She was twice as cautious this time, knowing it would be the first trip out for Mack since she’d arrived. It wasn’t that Jo didn’t trust the other woman – they’d become friends in the time that they had been working together, and Jo knew that Mack’s skills were more than adequate for anything they could encounter out there. But another thing Jo had learned the hard way was that having skill with weapons didn’t mean a person would necessarily be able to handle themselves under pressure. How a person reacted when surrounded by Croats or set on by demons couldn’t be judged ahead of time, so when they took a new person out on a run Jo packed heavy and prepared for the worst, regardless of who they were.

When she was sure she had everything she needed, Jo slung her pack over her shoulder and left her cabin, hiking across the camp toward the vehicles. She was focused on the mission, blocking everything else out of her mind except what would be required of her in the coming hours. She never took a run for granted, never assumed it was going to be a simple in-and-out, and that mentality had kept her alive when more than a few others had fallen. No matter how conflicted she might be at the moment, there was no room for distractions outside that gate.

‘The place is about an hour and a half north from here’. He said grimly, ‘Last time we went it was during the day and we were ambushed by demons and croats. It was very lucky none of us were injured so we need to be extra alert this time…’, he took a deep breath, ‘Because there is every possibility this could be a trap’.

He looked at the two of them, making sure they realise just how dangerous this is.. it’s not just a routine supply run. 

Dean runs a hand through his hair, ‘Look I’ll be straight with you.. there was every possibility that those demons and croats were lying in wait for us. It was just lucky that Smith heard them in time. I would like to hope that they’re not getting smart on us and trying to stop us getting supplies but..’ Dean sighs again, ‘With our luck it’s most likely they are’. 

After a moment he straightens up, ‘But that doesn’t mean we quit or we stop fighting’, he says gruffly, Dean isn’t sure whether he’s trying to convince them… or himself. ‘So everyone needs to keep their eyes and ears sharp’, he looks at his watch again and opens the drivers door to the jeep, ‘Alright, Mack you drive and Jo and I will be the eyes and ears’. 

As Dean explains how the last raid went down, Mack silently asks any deity who might be listening to keep them safe. She was never religious or even spiritual, but since all of this started, she's been secretely hoping that there might be something out there, she doesn't much care what; God, angels, aliens. Right now, she'd take anything.

She climbs in the front seat of the jeep and adjust the seat. The last person to drive it must have been way taller than her because her feet barely reached the pedals. She fixes her rearview mirroir and give a quick look to The Tank, hoping that it's not the last time she sees it. She creaks her neck on both side and starts the engine.

"C'est parti.*"

Dean loaded up the jeep and checked and re checked his gun and the small gun in his thigh holster as well as the knife in his heavy boots. 

He had a bad feeling in his gut about this mission. He felt like he was walking straight into a trap. He hoped he wasn’t, he’d already lived through Jo nearly dying once and he still wasn’t sure about this new girl.. Mack… but they were desperately low on supplies now and he knew another team was going out a couple of hours after them to another farm a little farther out. It seemed they had to keep going further and further out… but if they just went back for these supplies… the fruit and vegetable seeds… the medical supplies… it was the only hope Dean had at the moment that it might just be possible for the them to survive… that not all hope was lost. They could almost be self-sufficient.

After years of travelling around the US going from motel to motel the idea that they were going to put roots down.. literally.. felt a bit odd. He knew if they had to they’d have to pack up and leave the camp… if the demons and croats breached camp…

She walks up to him, stepping loudly in the gravel, making sure her presence known, not wanting to startle Dean and end up dead before the raid even started.

‘We’ll be leaving right on 12’, he says, not returning the hello and getting down to business, ‘Have you seen Jo?’ he asks, he had told Jo earlier about the mission and she’d agreed to go but Dean had sensed something was off with her. But Dean knew Jo and he knew that if she had a problem she would always voice it… which was what he’d always liked about Jo… That spirit and fierceness. He knew this apocalypse had caused a huge rip amongst the hunters. Many had blamed him and his brother for it… that it was Dean’s sole fault that he hadn’t stopped Sam. And yes Dean did blame himself he wore that heavy burden everyday.. but he was grateful Bobby, Ellen, Jo and Cas had stuck with him. Because Dean didn’t know what he’d do if they hadn’t. They were the only family he had left. 

He shifted a little in the quiet, if Mack was a hunter… there was every possibility she knew and about him and about Sam.. and that for Dean was dangerous. Only a select few knew that Dean’s brother was being worn by Lucifer and that was a heavily guarded secret. 

"No, I haven't seen her today. Good to know she's coming though, is it just the three of us?"

She's glad Jo's coming, she feels confortable enough around her, and the idea of not being alone with Dean is reassuring. If anything was to happen to him and she was the only other person there... she stops that train of thoughts can lead no where good. She shoves her hands into the pockets of her too large jeans. For what feels like the millionth time since she arrived, someone is asking about her past, especially her worst memory, at this point she almost just blurts out the same, well-rehearsed answer she gave most people, but decides against it.

"My dad and I worked a case with Bobby almost 13 years ago, a shapeshifter near the Manitoba/Minnesota border. I still don't know how they met, but my dad always spoke highly of him. Anyway, after that case, he kept checking on me from time to time."

Dean loaded up the jeep and checked and re checked his gun and the small gun in his thigh holster as well as the knife in his heavy boots. 

He had a bad feeling in his gut about this mission. He felt like he was walking straight into a trap. He hoped he wasn’t, he’d already lived through Jo nearly dying once and he still wasn’t sure about this new girl.. Mack… but they were desperately low on supplies now and he knew another team was going out a couple of hours after them to another farm a little farther out. It seemed they had to keep going further and further out… but if they just went back for these supplies… the fruit and vegetable seeds… the medical supplies… it was the only hope Dean had at the moment that it might just be possible for the them to survive… that not all hope was lost. They could almost be self-sufficient.

After years of travelling around the US going from motel to motel the idea that they were going to put roots down.. literally.. felt a bit odd. He knew if they had to they’d have to pack up and leave the camp… if the demons and croats breached camp…

She walks up to him, stepping loudly in the gravel, making sure her presence known, not wanting to startle Dean and end up dead before the raid even started.