I awoke on my back in what I can feel to be a wooden box. I take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves. I reach into my pockets and grab out my phone. Out of my pocket and the pocket knife dad bought me when I was little. I open the phone and notice that I don't have any service. 'Perfect'.

"Hello," I hear.

"Jo," I question.

"Yeah, I'm here," she tells me.

"Whose there," I hear another voice call out.

"Is your name's Teresa," Jo calls out.

"Yes," the voice replies.

"This won't make you feel better, but Ariel and I, We're here to rescue you," Jo tells her with a bitter note to her voice.

"Oh god. He's out there, he's gonna kill us," I hear Teresa call out.

"No, he won't. We're getting out. My friends are looking for us, they'll find us," Jo tries to reassure the other victim. Quiet footsteps fall nearby: the spirit approaches.

'SAM!!! If there is ever a time I wish you could hear me now is the time,'

'Ariel?'

'Oh thank god, are you okay, are you with Jo'.

'I'm fine, and sort of. We are in what I can see to be a sewer drain'

I am suddenly brought out of my mind by a very familiar scream from Jo.

"Jo are you okay," I yell out.

"Yes, son of a bitch took chunk of my hair out," she tells me.

'Sam please hurry, I'm not sure how much damage this man can do, but I surely don't want Jo, Teresa, and I to find out'

'Ariel, I swear we are looking for you and Jo, double time. And uh Ellen knows Jo is her'

'Awesome so we can be saved and murdered,'

I begin to try to figure a way out of here, but nothing comes to mind. I can't even light up my hands without risking burning myself alive. I just keep hold of my knife knowing that the iron it contains may just be able to keep me safe. Jo takes to a different approach and is kicking steadily and furiously on the wall of her wooden cell. Before she stops in exhaustion. We hear footsteps approaching and turns towards her cell.

"You're so pretty. So beautiful," I hear the voice call out.

"Go to hell," Jo calls out.

Suddenly the spirit flees, screaming.

"How do you like that? Pure iron, you creepy-ass son of a bitch," I hear her yell at the fleeing spirit.

"I bet you are happy about that knife collection now, huh Jo," I joke at her.

"Yeah, I am,"

"I know it looks bleak, but I promise you the boys are on their way,"

"I know, Ariel. Thank you,"

"No problem, Its what family does, we keep a look out for each other, and remind each other that while the moments bleak, there is a light at the end"

After several moments of silence Teresa speaks.

"Is he gone," Teresa asks.

"I don't know. I..," suddenly she is cut off and I hear banging coming from her directions.

"JO!!!, JO!!!, you let her alone you ugly SON OF A BITCH!! Pick a fight with someone who can fight back," I scream out hoping that he will leave her alone and take his attention to me.

"Hey," a voice I know all to well call out. Before the sound of a shot gun goes off.

"Jo?! Ariel," Dean calls out.

"I'm here," Jo calls.

"Over here," I yell out.

The door to my prison opens up and I'm pulled into a pair of strong arms. I quickly inhale the calming smell of my twin before he pushes me away slightly giving me a once over. Okay with my appearance he quickly begins to investigates the other compartments, until he finds Teresa.

"We're gonna get you out of here, all right," Sam tells us.

"Lets get Jo out before we start making promised okay," I tell him, as we walk over to Jo's prison.

"You all right," Dean questions.

"Been better. Let's get the hell out of here before he comes back," Jo tells him hoping to put an end to this nightmare.

"Actually, I don't think you're leaving here just yet," Dean starts to trail.

"What," I think Jo's voice actually hit a high note just now.

"Remember when I said you being bait was a bad plan? Now it's kind of the only one we got," Dean states looking over at her with an uneasy look. Dean then turns to Sam, who has an armful of terrified Teresa. He shrugs kind of knowing that this may be the only way to stop the creep once and for all.

Some time later Jo is sitting alone, silently, in the middle of the chamber. She has her arms wrapped around her knees and is trembling, but breathing deeply and steadily. Holmes appears behind her. He walks forward. When he gets very close:

"Now". Dean yells out as Jo dives forwards as DEAN and I fire at something on the walls; several bags unroll and spill salt in a perfect circle around Holmes, trapping him. Dean pulls Jo to safety as Holmes circles, gibbering and screaming in terror.

"Scream all you want, you dick, but there's no way you're stepping over that salt," Jo tells him smirking like she's won. We all walk out of the room and the grate slams shut, sealing off the room.

Jo, Sam, and I are standing at the entrance to the sewers, looking down.

"So? This job as glamorous as you thought it would be," I ask Jo. Hoping that she knows she bite off more than she can chew.

"Well, except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah. Sure. But that Teresa girl's gonna live a life because of us. It's worth it, isn't it," she tells me.

"Yeah. Yeah it is," Sam tells her.

"Hey, what if somebody finds that sewer down there, or a storm washes the salt away," Jo questions him.

"Both very fine points. Which is why we're waiting here," Sam tells her.

I look at my brother confused, trying to figure out what plan these two idjits could have cooked up to keep the sinister man down in his new home.

Suddenly a loud beeping of Large Truck Backing up is heard. Sam smiles and looks over his shoulder: a cement mixer is backing into the field, stopping just over the sewer entrance. Dean is driving, scary thought I know, but at this point I don't wanna know where, or how Dean got this cement mixer. Sam directs Dean to the entrance before Dean hops out of the truck.

"You ripped off a cement truck," Jo asks.

"I'll give it back," Dean states as he begins watching the cement pour on down, "Well, that oughta keep him down there till hell freezes over".

After a long afternoon of waiting for Ellen to show up, and lots of awkward silence as we picked her up from the airport and started driving back to the Harvelle Roadhouse. Dean and Ellen up front, and Sam, Jo, and I are all squished in the back. Dean keeps glancing back to us with a nervous look.

"Boy, you, you really weren't kidding about flying out, were you," Dean asks trying to make a joke. Ellen gives no reaction whatsoever. Sam, Jo, and I exchange a look of fear.

"How about we listen to some music," Dean tries again trying to make the ride less awkward. He flicks the radio on:

"You're as cold as ice...," the radio plays before Ellen reaches forward and flicks the radio off. Jo, Sam, and I look over each other again, before I notice my eldest brother looking back for assistance. He sighs knowing that this is a lost battle.

"This is gonna be a long drive," he mumbles to himself.

The next morning we arrive at the Roadhouse. Ellen storms out of the car dragging Jo by her elbow. Sam and Dean follow and I stay behind by the car knowing this isn't my fight, before Sam looks back at me with pleading eyes to help calm the angry woman.

"Ellen? This is my fault. Okay? I lied to you and I'm sorry. But Jo did good out there, I think her dad would be proud," Dean tries. I shake my head knowing that wasn't going to help the poor girl's case, nor help cam her mother's rage.

"Don't you dare say that. Not you. I need a moment with my daughter. Alone," she looks back daggers in her eyes.

We all go back outside by the car, I grab Sam's laptop and being to write about our most current case. After several moment Jo comes storming out. She glares at Dean and keeps stalking, so he follows.

"That bad, huh," Dean tries.

"Not right now," she tells him.

"What happened? Hey, talk to me,"

"Get off me," she yells out.

"Sorry. See you around," he tells her and turns to leave.

"Dean. It turns out my dad had a partner on his last hunt. Funny, he usually worked alone; this guy did too, but... I guess my father figured he could trust him. Mistake. Guy screwed up, got my dad killed," she tells him.

"What does this have to do with," Dean tries to question.

"It was your father, Dean," she tells him.

"What," Dean questions.

"Why do you think John never came back? Never told you about us? Because he couldn't look my mom in the eye after that, that's why," she explains.

"Jo," he tries.

"Just... just get out of here. Please, just leave," she tells him before she pushes past Sam and I and goes back into the Road House.