DeadEnd - SN fic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: Dead-End
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: I own neither Jo or H.H.Holmes.  Or the boys.  Or Ellen, or Jo's dad, or anyone else I didn't think up.
Warnings: AU for "No Exit"
Pairings: none
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: just shy of four hundred
Point of view: third

She dies alone when she’s twenty-one.

-

She’s alone and terrified, and looking at the chamber around her, she can see where others have died. Fought and clawed and screamed, probably, but still died.

She kicks at the walls, punches them, claws and scratches and shrieks. Her voice echoes around her and nothing is changed.

Mom told her she wasn’t ready. She’s sure the Winchesters are looking for her. Dean told her she couldn’t cut it.

The surety of death calms her. Her breathing quiets.

They will not find her. Just like no one before her has been found.

The claw marks prove that.

-

It takes days. Slow, agonizing days. She can’t be sure how many, but it takes them forever. She feels her stomach clenching, and she would beg for food, if she thought it’d get her anywhere.

He looks at her sometimes, the ghost. H.H. Holmes, America’s first serial killer.

Dean told her she sure knew how to pick him, and damn if that ain’t true.

She wanted to be close to her daddy, to honor his memory, and instead she’ll shame him forever by dying on her first hunt.

She’s dying, starving and thirsty, and she doesn’t want to cry. She runs her fingers along the claw-marks and her eyes water with tears she can’t spare.

-

She closes her eyes and tries to imagine Heaven. Daddy’s there, and Grandma, friends who have died on the hunt.

She hopes Dean won’t blame himself; he couldn’t have done anything. She knows now what a fool she was, silly little girl who wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready. She thought she was, so sure in her knowledge; firing a gun at a steady target isn’t the same thing as fighting a ghost that kills for fun.

She thought she was ready, but Mom and Dean were right. She thought she was ready and the price paid for her stubborn pride is her life.

-

She dies alone when she’s twenty-one, dies thirsty and starving, dies sleepy and frightened. She dies alone, sooner than she’d ever imagined, and doubts her remains will ever be found. She dies alone but for a ghost. She dies alone, calm and sure, eyes dry and body cold.

She closes her eyes, so tired, so thirsty, so hungry…

And everything fades.

-

She dies alone when she’s twenty-one and her body is never found.

Comments

[staceey.livejournal.com]

Um....would I be wrong in saying "Buwahahahahaha! You killed her!?" xD

[tigriswolf]

*shrugs*

I just got to thinking, how would it feel if they didn't find her?

Thank you for reading!

[staceey.livejournal.com]

Well I for one (minus the fact it was Jo) thought it was very well written and you're quite welcome.

[omgsupernatural.livejournal.com]

Of course not, dear, I had that exact reaction. Love the avatar, by the way. ^_^

[amphetamine-47.livejournal.com]

Wow, very creepy and claustrophic. Great stuff!

[tigriswolf]

Thanks!

One of my recurring fears is to be in a place I can't leave. And there Jo was, stuck in a little box-type thing, so... *shrugs*

[tru-faith-lost.livejournal.com]

Is it sad, that I didn't find that all that depressing at all? I don't hate her, but I don't miss her now that you killed her.

Although, it was kinda sad that her disillusionment should be so complete and impossible to progress beyond. Poor thing. Gah,now I just made myself depressed by trying to convince you this wasn't depressing. LOL

HT

[tigriswolf]

So, it's not that depressing? Yay!

I don't mind Jo, either. I don't like her and I don't dislike her.

Thank you for reading!

[tru-faith-lost.livejournal.com]

Thank me for reading? Dude, thank you for writing. Your ficlets are always a bright spot in my days. In fact, you're the only writer I read that actually gives me too much of a good thing, because, as I'm sure you've noticed, I just can't keep up and read them all.

HT

[tigriswolf]

I'm sorry. I just can't stop writing, though sometimes I do wait a long while to post. Like that one where Dean dies, "Dawn"--that was finished for _weeks_ before I posted.

Last year, or the year before, I actually promised myself I would pay attention in my classes instead of writing anything. No poetry, stories, character lists for my original works--nothing but _notes_.

Uh, yeah, that lasted about a week, if that.

And I'll always thank you for reading.

[tru-faith-lost.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, taking notes was always my boogerbear, too. I actually used to switch the pen to my left hand so I had to concentrate on what I was writing just so I'd learn something in class. Haha.

HT

[bluesister.livejournal.com]

What a death. Hunters should carry around cyanide capsules.
*shudder*

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[charming-syrai.livejournal.com]

How cruel. Mwuahahah! Eh.

But I gotta say, I like this. It had a nice flow and feeling to it.

I especially liked the part about honoring dad and then doing the opposite (dying on her first hunt) - I think it described her perky little character perfectly. The fact she seems to be so eager to take part in the hunts, I think it's all because she wants to grow up to be like her dad, is all.

Sort of funny though, dying on her first hunt. Just proves she's clearly not ready for the rough stuff ::nods nods nods::

Buuut anyhow :D Good stuff.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[miss-faith-hope.livejournal.com]

Heehee this was wonderful, I could actually see Jo's uffering and pain as she dies alone. As you can tell I'm not much of a Jo fan, for some reason I just don't like her.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading.

[deansmistress22.livejournal.com]

i love jo and i think that she would have made an amazing hunter. much better than any of these other girls that have been tossed on the show these past two seasons.
that being said, i still like the story. it really does make you think. great work!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!