Title: Nothing and Everything

Chapter 30

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One day and a half. One freakin’ day and a half was all Dean got to relax with his son. There was something tragic about that, he decided. Other men got days and days, but him? One damn day before all hell tried to break loose in one way or another.

He strapped Jack to his chest in the baby backpack. Jo had laughed when he bought it, but it had come in handy and Jack loved it. He’d splay out his little arms like he was trying to hug Dean. He checked his phone, slipped it back in his pocket, then grabbed the diaper bag, shouldered it, locked the Impala, and walked up to the driver’s side of Ellen’s car.

He’d known it had to be Ellen’s car just like he’d known she and Jo weren’t at a spa. Didn’t it just figure?

Dean bent, putting his face right in front of the binoculars before Ellen realized he was even there. “What the hell are you two doing here,” he asked. “Spa my ass.”

Both Jo and Ellen screeched, Ellen dropping the binoculars.

“Dean!” She pressed a hand to her chest. “You just shaved ten years off me.”

Jo gave him a weak wave and even weaker smile. “Hi honey.”

He smiled and nodded at her. “Not a job, Jo?”

“It’s not a job. We’re making sure Bobby’s okay. What are you doing here?”

“Besides saving time for when Bobby calls next wanting me to bring him another meal?” Opening the back door, he climbed in behind Ellen. “He’s muttering about needing help from a pretty young woman who could distract the creepy orderly who won’t leave him alone so he can get an investigation started. In other words, he sent me to find you and I found you.”

Jo took out her phone and looked at the settings. “You used my phone to find us, didn’t you?”

“That would be telling.”

“You suck.”

“Might I point out that you weren’t actually at a spa? Not to mention, I saw this car yesterday before you drove off.”

“Why didn’t he call me,” Ellen asked, turning in the seat to look at him. The fact that Bobby hadn’t called her had hurt her feelings, Dean could see it.

“Something about hurting his pride.” At least, that’s what he’d read between the lines of the things Bobby had said. Dean removed a folder from the diaper bag and handed it over the seat to Jo. “Here. Your résumé and a letter of recommendation. I tweaked it a little for the profession and talked to Rufus earlier. He’ll tell them you were the best worker they had and he was sorry to see you leave. He’ll talk you up. I brought your scrubs in case you need them. They’re in the car.”

She took the papers, perused them, and glanced at him. “You’re sending me in to get a position and do all the snooping Bobby can’t do from where he is because of the orderly?”

“Yup.”

“Okay.” She bent over, took a brush and small makeup bag from the bag on the floor. In minutes, she was ready. “Wish me luck.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Kerry had blue streaks in her blond hair, Katie had green streaks in her red curls, and Kathy had both blue and green streaks. Their barrettes had tiny shells on them. Gwen wondered if they really liked shells or if it was just something they put on without thinking about it.

“You girls going swimming? Looks like fun.” Gwen kicked off her flip-flops and took off the sundress she was using to cover her swimsuit, letting it drop onto the thin string-handled backpack she’d brought to hold their water and sunscreen. Sam was already in the water, his clothes a jumble on the sand.

“No,” Kathy said with a smile and shake of her head. “We’re not swimming. We’re not ready to go in the water. Maybe later in the week.”

“We could watch your things,” Katie suggested, head tilting a little to one side. She seemed to be the friendliest of the three.

“It’s no trouble,” Kerry assured her.

“You don’t need to.” Gwen sprayed sunscreen on.

“We’re here and we’re not swimming. We might as well be useful.” Kathy sat down and stretched her legs out.

“You’re the only ones who will even talk to us,” Katie confided, taking up position on the other side of their clothes. “It’s like we’re invisible to all the other people here.”

“People have no manners.” Kerry’s tone was prim and she pointed to the far side of the beach. “Look at that. That chick is totally topless.”

All three turned to look.

Gwen smiled and headed for the water. For all of her travels, she’d never gone swimming in the ocean before. From Sam’s reaction, neither had he. It was fun and completely worth it as they played in the water. All too soon, their time was up.

As they approached their pile of clothes, and the three girls, Gwen caught a snippet of their conversation. Their heads were close together.

“She reminds me of Atlacamani, only prettier.” Kathy leaned closer to them.

“Don’t let her hear you say that. Personally, I think she’s more like Cymopoleia. Loyal and pretty. You can see it. She’s loyal to her own.” Katie tucked her long hair behind her ears.

“What about him,” Kerry asked.

Kathy giggled. “I immediately thought Tlaloc.”

‘Tlaloc’ Sam mouthed at her, brows raising. Gwen shrugged.

“Eww,” Katie breathed. “He’s such a self-centered jerk!”

“A hot jerk,” Kathy corrected.

“I think he’s like Chalchiuhtlatonal. He’s gorgeous and real, you know?” It sounded like Katie had a crush on whoever that was.

Where had Gwen heard the name Tlaloc before? Were they role playing or something? She couldn’t place the name, however.

They looked up as Sam and Gwen reached for their clothes and began dressing. “Hi Gwen.” They smiled. “Hi Sam.”

“Hi.” He slipped his shirt on, checked his shorts pocket for his wallet, and gestured towards the long flight of steps to the top of the cliff. “I’m gonna start towards the stairs.”

“Thanks for watching our things.” Gwen checked the backpack. It still had everything in it. The three girls didn’t seem interested in stealing anything, only in talking. They talked constantly. They’d shown up in the path to the ruins, though Gwen didn’t remember seeing them at the halfway stop the bus had made on the way to the ruins. Maybe they hadn’t left their bus at the stop? Some people hadn’t.

“It was our pleasure.” Kathy, then Katie and Kerry got to their feet. “Well, we need to find our bus. Later!”

The three girls ran to the stairs, brushing past Sam and hurrying up them. Gwen and Sam followed at a much slower pace, taking time to wash at the restrooms before going to the buses.

By the time they reached their bus, Gwen thought she was dying of thirst and heat. How their guide and bus driver were wearing long sleeves was beyond her. “Man, I’m thirsty.” She sat down in the seat she’d had on the way out there and adjusted the air conditioning above her onto her face. The air was barely cool, but it was something.

“I’ll see what the driver has in the cooler.”

It was Mexican beer, but right then, Gwen didn’t care. She was okay with it. It was wet and she was thirsty.

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“Hey, Joanna?”

Jo glanced up from the papers she was supposed to be working on. It was a good thing she’d done this sort of work a few times in the past and knew what she could skimp on in order to get to her investigation. “Yeah, Charlie?” She tried to keep the weariness from her voice, but frankly, the guy was driving her nuts. She’d been there three days, yet she couldn’t wait to figure out what was going on and go home. Getting access to records had taken more time than Jo had liked to take. She’d hoped to get in and get back out before anyone began to get suspicious.

“You need a ride home tonight?”

There was something disturbing in the way he kept wanting to give her a ride home. Bobby called Charlie the ‘creepy orderly’ and with good reason. He was creepy. He’d stand too close and stare too long, looking at her like it was only a matter of time before she gave in and went home with him. “My husband is picking me up. You know that.”

A spasm of dislike crossed his face, though she didn’t think he’d connected the car that was waiting for her with Dean, who came in to see Bobby during the day and update him on the little progress they’d made. “If you were my wife, I’d come to the door and wait for you.”

“We have a baby, Charlie. He stays in the car with him. It’s okay. He can see the door from the parking place.” She shifted closer to the desk, clamping her knees tighter together as she felt the files she had on her lap start to slide. “Not like anything will happen in the few feet to the car, right?”

“Just sayin’.” He crossed his arms on the ledge where the sign-in sheet was. “If he doesn’t show, can I take you home?”

He obviously meant his home. Jo shook her head. “I’m a married woman.”

“Are you happy?”

“Ecstatic.”

“You sure about that?”

“Very.”

“Don’t you need some excitement? Can’t be very exciting at home with a baby and husband. I’d be willing to spice up your life a little. Just call him and tell him you’re working late. It’s not a stretch, really. I’m sure there’s enough paperwork to say that.”

“Oh, I get plenty of excitement.”

“Yeah? How?”

“You’d never believe me if I told you.”

He snorted and glanced towards the entrance. “That guy doesn’t deserve you, Joanna.”

Definitely creepy. “Don’t you have rounds?” When he’d gone, she texted Dean.

‘B careful. Charlie giving veiled threats about u not picking me up tonight.’

‘Pipsqueek.’

‘He’s ur size.’ He had Dean’s height, but not his build. Charlie was more of a wiry sort of frame, whereas Dean was all solid.

‘U b careful 2,’ he replied.

She finished photographing the file, replaced it with another, and managed to finish that task in relative peace before Charlie came back.

He jerked a thumb towards the hall. “Singer down in one-oh-seven is asking for you. Told me to get my ass out of his room and send the cute blond down there.”

What had he been doing in Bobby’s room?

April, one of the other night staff, came from the opposite side of the facility and entered the office. “Don’t know how you deal with that Singer guy, Joanna. He’s a pain in the ass.” Plopping into one chair, she ran a hand through her short, dark hair. “Ornery.”

“He’s not so bad. He’s sort of like my dad.” If only they knew.

She snorted. “No wonder you can handle him.”

“I’d better go see what he wants.” Jo made her way down the hall, conscious of Charlie watching her rear until she turned the corner. When Dean leered at her like that, it was exciting. When Charlie did it, she became nauseated and it wasn’t because Charlie wasn’t good-looking. He was. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a nice smile. It was because of the sort of guy he was. At Bobby’s room, she let out a relieved sigh and went inside. “You called.” The door thumped shut behind her.

“Don’t be flippant. What’ve you got on the creepy weird orderly?”

“Dean’s doing background. So far there’s nothing out of the ordinary, but I think April has some gossip on him. She’s been hinting the past two days. Acts like she wants to be buddies.”

“Focus on him. He just tried to give me another pillow.”

“We do that all the time.”

“He had it awfully close to my face.”

“Isn’t that where pillows go? The head?” Charlie had been on shift for each death however, and to hear April tell it, each one of the people had given him a hard time one way or another.

“Not that way smartass.”

“I’m on it,” she assured him.

“Well hurry up. I’d like to not get smothered in my sleep.”

Jo saluted him and returned to the office.

~~~~~~~~~~

The ship was swaying when Sam woke at six.

Not just any sort of swaying, but the sort that made him feel like his stomach was trying to crawl up his throat. He moaned and put a hand over his mouth.

Gwen tossed the covers off and went to her case, digging through it until she made a satisfied noise and pulled out a box. She looked faintly green in the light she turned on, a hand pressing to her stomach as she turned, box in hand. “Want some Dramamine? I brought plenty just in case.”

“I think I’d better.” He sat up and took the pill she handed him, swallowing it dry and lying back down until it began to take effect. It didn’t take very long before the queasiness was under control and he could think about breakfast. “How much time do we have before our excursion?”

She picked up his watch. “A couple hours. We have to be down on the pier at eight.”

“Perfect.”

Gwen opened the balcony door and stepped out only to step back in a minute later. She let the door shut with a bang. “That guy is smoking again. I swear, he waits until he hears us out there, then hurries out to smoke.”

It certainly seemed like it. Not once had they gotten to spend time out there without the guy in the room next door coming out to smoke. Sam reached for his clothes. He didn’t bother shaving, though it was driving him nuts not to shave. Gwen wanted him to grow a beard this week, so he was. He planned to shave it off the last day before they got anywhere near home. He knew he’d have to hear enough ‘mountain man’ references from Dean just over the pictures. No sense in having them over showing up back home like that too.

They’d planned out their excursion fairly well, he thought. Today they were going down in a submarine and upon returning, they’d have all afternoon to browse the shops and find some really hideous souvenirs to take back for everyone. He planned to find a garish, eyeball-bleed inducing t-shirt for Dean to pay him back for all the times he’d bought Sam hideous clothes and made him wear them. He was pretty sure he could get Jo to make sure Dean wore it in public at least once.

The day went well. While it wasn’t sunny, it didn’t rain either, the temperature soaring in the afternoon, making the air muggy and uncomfortable. They cut shopping short because of that, choosing to go back to the ship, have some ice cream, then swim until time for dinner. They had the pools to themselves, a thing that hadn’t happened until now on this cruise. The dining room was nearly deserted as well, their table mates gone along with most of the rest of the passengers.

It was nice.

He and Gwen had plenty of private time to talk about the gifts they’d bought for everyone and what they wanted to share about the trip so far. Dean would like a cruise, he decided as Gwen’s second dessert arrived. He’d love trying the food and watching the women in tiny bikinis. Jo would like a cruise, too. He could see her pointing out women to Dean while eyeing some of the men herself. Of course, he could see both of them getting in serious trouble in the casino as well.

“You think we could get Jo and Dean to come on one of these with us?”

Gwen slid her empty plate away. “Maybe if Dean could drive to the port, yeah.”

“We could arrange that.”

After dinner, they watched people returning to the ship right at the time they were supposed to leave port. When that got boring, they adjourned to the long lounge area that went halfway along one deck. They found a half-circle couch at the mid-point of the lounge by the casino entrance and sat to observe the people, drinks in hand. All they wanted to do was relax for awhile.

Those three teenage girls -- Kathy, Katie, and Kerry -- had a different idea.

They appeared in the doorway, hurried towards them, and plopped down on the couch beside them like they were all best buddies: Kathy by Sam and Katie and Kerry by Gwen. They were wearing loose short sleeveless dresses in shades of green that had pearls dotting the necklines.

“Are you staying for the ‘Thriller’ dance tutorial?” Kathy drew her legs up, curling up beside Sam, her bare arm brushing his.

Her skin was cold, causing a ripple of goose bumps on his arm. Weird. “We were thinking about heading back to our room.” He tightened his arm around Gwen’s shoulders. While he didn’t mind talking to the three girls and answering their questions, the constant looking at both he and Gwen like they were royalty deigning to visit the common man was a little unnerving. He was even beginning to think that Katie had a crush on Gwen. She kept touching her arm or hand and he was surprised Gwen hadn’t snapped at her to keep her mitts to herself.

All three groaned in protest.

“But it’ll be fun,” Katie said.

Sam suppressed a hiss at the cold touch of her arm against his, flinching just a fraction. It wasn’t that cold in here, so why was her skin icy? He took a long drink from his glass, the warmth of the alcohol combating that coldness.

“Please stay,” Kerry coaxed with a pleading expression in her eyes and a touch of her fingers to Gwen’s arm.

Gwen quirked a brow and looked at him. He could hear the resignation in her voice. “It starts in twenty. We’re already here.” Her thumb swept across his thigh. “We could stay for some of it I guess, then just sleep in a little more tomorrow.”

Except they wouldn’t sleep in. They’d both be awake before seven. Putting his mouth close to her ear he said, “But we were gonna try the thing with the thing.” He didn’t say it right out since he wasn’t sure what anyone could hear. “And then the other thing.”

She laughed. “We can still do that, you know. It’ll be a half hour later maybe.”

“A half hour can feel like an eternity.”

Gwen leaned closer, her mouth to his ear, breath tickling and voice playful. “Are you all hot for me, Sam?”

“You know it.” Still, he sighed. “Okay.” He sat back and raised his voice. “I guess we’re staying.”

The girls let out a squeeing noise, then giggled. They giggled so much that he sometimes wondered if they were sneaking cocktails. To his further surprise, they got Gwen out on the floor with them. She held on to her drink despite being told by the dancer to put it down.

Sam took pictures. Otherwise, Dean and Jo would never believe this.

~~~~~~~~~~

In the office, Jo poured herself a cup of coffee, doctored it, and carried it to the desk. “What’s Charlie’s deal?” Jo sipped at the cup.

April turned her chair in a circle over and over. “He got attacked a couple months ago. It was real bad, too. Changed him.”

“How so?” Jo reached for a stack of papers and laid them in front of her, pen in hand.

“Well….” She stopped turning the chair and scooted it closer, casting a glance towards the window, then door. “You know how some people go all quiet and withdraw after a trauma?”

Jo nodded.

“Not him. He went the opposite way, from mild-mannered genuine sweetie, to --”

“Wait, what? Him? Sweet?” The description didn’t match him at all. “Are we talking the same guy here? He’s a jerk.” Was he possessed? As April went on, Jo began to consider it a real possibility.

“Oh yeah. He was a real catch. Sort of shy, too. But he got attacked and came back colder, sort of calculating even and aggressive, like he figures he has nothing to lose.”

“Was he attacked here?”

“No, no.” April shook her head. “He was in Denver and got jumped by some crazy.”

“When did you say this was?”

“A couple months ago. Maybe three.” She thought a minute. “He even stopped going to mass and let me tell you, that boy was devout. He had to go every morning before he’d come to work.”

“Did he?”

April nodded. “God’s honest truth.” She made an ‘x’ motion over her heart.

“And he was working when the deaths happened?”

“Sure was. I wouldn’t accuse him of killing them, but he was here and he had opportunity and motive.”

“Why didn’t the police question him if there’s evidence? Why aren’t they here investigating?”

She shrugged. “Don’t know. I think he may have doctored the files or something.”

Jo made a mental note to go back over the files she’d copied and discuss the idea that Charlie was possessed with Bobby before leaving for the night.

~~~~~~~~~~

They couldn’t get away from those three girls.

“I swear, they’re like the Witches of Eastwick,” Gwen muttered, tugging Sam into the casino to cut across the floor and reach the exit before Kathy, Katie, and Kerry could see them. As she walked, she planned a strategy of how to reach their room the fastest way possible. They’d go up onto the next deck, then cut across the pool area to the elevator and take it one floor, then take the stairs the second flight up.

“The what of what?”

“The Witches of Eastwick. Redhead, blond, brunette? Cher, Michelle Pfeiffer, and Susan Sarandon?”

Sam shook his head. “I’ve never seen it.”

“Dean’s a Nicholson fan and you’ve never seen that? Remind me to educate you when we get back before he learns of your blasphemy.” Gwen blinked at the bright sunlight as they stepped outside and gasped from the wet heat that blanketed the area. She realized it had been her idea to take a cruise here in September and took full blame for the weather they’d been suffering through. Off to the front of the ship, right where they were headed, she could see what looked like a wall of mist coming right at them. Already, she’d learned that that wasn’t mist, it was a storm. In minutes, the sun would be gone and it was going to be pouring rain.

While they’d missed the hurricane that had been coming towards them, a tropical storm was right behind it.

Sam took the lead now, pulling her along with him across the space. “They’re more like Cas, popping up out of nowhere. How do they do that? Are we really the only ones who’ll talk to them?”

“I don’t know, but they’re driving me nuts. I swear, if Katie strokes my arm one more time, I’m decking her, I don’t care if she’s only a teenager. You don’t go around touching people like that. It’s creepy.”

“I touch you like that.”

“You’re my husband. Slight difference between you there. And how in the hell can they be cold all the time? Answer me that. It’s like they’re carrying ice cubes in their hands.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never met anyone with colder hands than theirs.”

It was almost like an electrical shock when the girls touched them.

They managed to reach their room before the three caught up with them.

Gwen heaved a long sigh of relief and reached for the Dramamine. It was time for another dose.

~~~~~~~~~~

Charlie’s voice was faint, but lecherous. “You’re a kinky girl, Joanna. I like that in a woman.”

“Just go in. We have to hurry.”

“However you want it, baby. That’s what I’m here for.” He came through the shed door and Dean grabbed him.

“Man, let go of me! Get off me!” Charlie twisted in Dean’s grip, but Dean got him tied fairly quickly, the younger man no match for Dean’s experience in this matter. “What the hell is going on, Joanna?”

He’d hated that Jo’s plan had called for her to make up to the guy like she wanted him after all, but he had to admit she was right about how easily Charlie would follow her into a dark building with the lure of sex. Dean had broken into the gardener’s shed and gotten it ready for this, setting up a chair and rope. Bobby was still inside the building, waiting for the results of this interrogation and Ellen was taking care of Jack.

Jo splashed holy water on Charlie, who coughed and spit. There was no sizzle of flesh, nor did he flash black eyes or any other color of eyes. Interesting. The holy water should have gotten a reaction.

He began to recite Latin, walking around Charlie, searching for any response.

Charlie twisted in the ropes. “What is wrong with you people?”

Dean stopped, glancing over at Jo. “Something’s not right.”

“Yeah, you two freaks,” Charlie snapped.

With a shake of his head, Dean continued the Latin, but it did no good. Neither did the salt or holy water, and Jo took several steps backwards.

Her eyes were wide and lips parted. “Oh, God no.”

Dean stretched out a hand, touching her arm. “Jo? What’s wrong, honey?”

“I made a mistake.” She was upset, breaths beginning to hitch like she was on the verge of sobbing. “I made a freakin’ mistake, Dean.” Putting her hands on her hips, she looked at Charlie, then turned away so she couldn’t see him. “But how? Everything April told me pointed to possession. The personality change, the aversion to mass when he was a good Catholic before, the attack…. Sometimes demons attack the new host, rough them up, terrorize them before jumping inside --”

“It’s okay,” he soothed.

“Good Catholic,” Charlie scoffed. “I haven’t been to mass since I was fifteen.” He hopped the chair to the edge of the Devil’s trap and slightly beyond it.

“No, it’s not okay!”

He grasped her arms, gently caressing. “We all make that mistake.” God knew he’d done it more than once.

“Not me. Not anymore. I studied them after Sam so I wouldn’t, so I’d know.” She bit her lip and looked away.

“You couldn’t have known back then.”

“But I should know now and I didn’t.”

“Is she gonna cry,” Charlie asked in a scornful tone. He quit trying to move the chair.

“Shut it,” Dean told him, smacking him lightly on the temple with one hand. “What exactly did April tell you, Jo?”

“Yeah, what did that whore tell you,” Charlie interjected. “You know gossip is a sin, right?”

“I told you to shut it.”

“So is murder,” Jo snapped right back, moving closer to him, “and I know you murdered those four people.”

Charlie’s eyes widened. “Really?” He relaxed back in the chair. “You got proof, Joanna?”

“Yeah, I do, Charlie.”

“Then why aren’t the cops here? Why is just you two?”

“You ever think maybe we are the cops, dumbass?” Dean turned to face him.

Charlie slowly shook his head. “You’re not cops, not with all the demon talk she just did.”

“Then what are we, if you’re so smart?”

“Whack jobs.” He studied them. “You people are whack jobs. You may be hot, Joanna, but I don’t do crazy and I certainly didn’t kill anyone. Did I think about it? Yeah. Hell, I fantasized about offing that bitch Shirley in one-eleven for four years before she died. Don’t you think I would’ve done it a lot earlier if I was a serious killer? I mean who doesn’t occasionally imagine killing the people who annoy you most? Fantasizing isn’t doing.”

“You were on duty, Charlie. I checked the records. You’d had recent altercations with each of the victims --”

“So had April. She was on duty. Gina was there too. They were both in the building.”

“You were attacked in Denver.”

“Which has to do with what? April and Gina were attacked too. We were all beaten bloody on a busy street while people just stood and watched.”

Jo held up her hands. “Wait a minute. April said you were alone.”

“Psychotic bitch is lying. We were torn up, though you wouldn’t know it to look at them. I’m the one got the scars. See the one on my neck?” He leaned his head back. “I was an inch away from dying.”

Charlie did have a thin scar on his neck. Dean could see it clearly once he looked for it.

“Look,” Charlie shook his head, “if anyone came back acting different, it was those two.”

“Different how?” Dean glanced in the direction of the building. April was still in the building and he’d seen Gina go in earlier. If what Charlie was saying was true….

“You want a list?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Why not?” He rolled his eyes. “For starters on weirdness, they gave up salt okay? Who does that except health nuts of which neither of them are. Then they freaked out over my tattoo, which was really bizarre considering April went with me to get it and she’s the freakin’ tattoo wonder girl with tats covering her ass.”

“What tattoo?” Jo looked him over. “Where?”

“It’s just below the base of my neck.”

Dean and Jo moved behind him, Jo tugging down the neckline of his shirt. There, in black ink, was a protection symbol, the same one Dean and Sam had. It was also the same one Gwen had, though Dean took Sam’s word for it, and that Jo wore in various pieces of jewelry.

“He’s protected against demons,” Jo whispered. “That’s the same one you have.”

“Wait, you think I’m a demon?” Charlie laughed. “Oh, I cannot believe this. You’re buckets of crazy.”

“Where’d you get the design,” Dean asked, moving back around to face Charlie.

Charlie stopped laughing, glanced back and forth between them, and cleared his throat. “Off the cover of a book. It looked cool.”

“Let me guess. A book series called ‘Supernatural’? About two brothers?”

“I don’t know. I forgot the story as soon as I finished it. The writing was crap, but I got it for a quarter at a garage sale, so all in all it was a good deal.”

Charlie wasn’t possessed. He couldn’t be. So if Charlie wasn’t possessed and it was April and Gina who’d come back from Denver acting strange…. Gina had called Bobby. April had fed Jo wrong information which meant that they were in the wrong place, with the wrong person, and Bobby was really in danger like Ellen had thought. “Jo, honey, you got the right conclusion and the wrong victim.”

“Son of a bitch.” She stomped a foot on the ground and started packing up the holy water and salt.

“Where was April when you brought him outside?”

“In the office.”

“Let’s go.”

“You gonna untie me?” Charlie struggled against the bonds.

“We’ll be back,” Dean promised. Quickly he gagged Charlie and followed Jo back towards the main building.