Ch 6 Section 4

                                    

                                          
Sam and Dean, with a metal detector and a shovel, respectively, searched the streets of Philadelphia. They followed the trail into an open field until Sam stopped over one spot, the metal detector whining.

                          
"Here."
                          
Dean dropped his bag and started digging furiously. After some shovel work, they dug with their hands to uncover a metal trap door, which they pulled open. Dean handed Sam a shotgun before taking one for himself, and a flashlight. He started descending, Sam following close behind.
                          
In the sewer... 
                          
Angel furiously kicked the wall of her wooden cell multiple times before dropping back in exhaustion. She was about to start again when she heard a gruff voice speaking from the other end of the room.
                          
"You're so pretty. So beautiful."
                          
Jo jerked back from the scraggly-bearded mouth in the partition opening, "Go to hell!"
                          
Angel hurriedly kicked the wall again, "Keep your hands off her you freak!"
                          
He reached his creepy hand through the opening and fondled her. She turned away and groaned in disgust and horror. Quickly she turned back to him and stabbed into his hand with her knife. The spirit fled from her as he screeched.
                          
"How do you like that? Pure iron, you creepy-ass son of a bitch!"
                          
Angel laughed, "You're one bad ass blonde I'll give you that."
                          
Jo smirked through the prison, "Still think I can't hunt?"
                          
"If we make it outta here alive I'll reconsider my argument."
                          
After a moment of lasting silence, nothing was heard.
                          
Teresa gasped, "Is he gone?"
                          
"I don't know. I..." 
                          
"He isn't." Holmes appeared suddenly grabbing Jo by the arm again, pulling her back, and clamped a hand down over her mouth. "Shhh."
                          
Jo struggled trying to scream but couldn't because she was being gagged by Holmes and his chloroform. Angel angrily started kicking at the panel in panic as she screamed at him to stop. 
                          
"Hey!" 
                          
Dean yelled from the grate before firing his gun into Holmes' chest. It sent him flying backwards and out of sight as he screamed.
                          
"Angel?!" Dean called out in worry as he and Sam came through the grate, "Jo?!"
                          
"I'm over here." Angel answered hurriedly but shooed them as they hurried over, "Go get Jo! She's across from me. So is Teresa!"
                          
Dean found an iron bar leaning against a wall and started to pry open Jo's prison with it. Sam investigated the other compartments; one contained gruesome body parts and the other a cowering Teresa. 
                          
"We're gonna get you out of here, alright?"
                          
"Sam!" Dean hollered before handing the bar off to Sam and then turning back to Jo, "Hang on." He opened the compartment to let Jo out, "You alright?"
                          
"Been better." Jo coughed as she stood, "Let's get the hell out of here before he comes back."
                          
"Actually..." Dean looked her over, "I don't think you're leaving here just yet."
                          
"What?"
                          
"Remember when I said you being bait was a bad plan?" He looked from her to his sister who had walked over to them, "Now it's kind of the only one we got."
                          
Dean turned to Sam, who had an armful of terrified Teresa, and he shrugged. When he turned to Angel, her eyes met Jo's terrified ones and they softened. 
                          
"We've come this far and he's right... it's all we've got." Angel met her eyes with conviction, "Listen, i'll be with you the whole time, okay? I'm not going anywhere and neither are my brothers."
                          
Later on Jo and Angel sat silently in the middle of the chamber watching the walls. Jo had her arms wrapped around her knees, trembling, but breathed deeply and steadily. Angel was on alert, looking around at any sound but keeping her senses on Jo as well.
                          
"Talk to me, Jo." Angel commanded as she watched the perimeter, "How ya feelin?"
                          
"Terrified but other than that, great."
                          
Holmes appeared behind them and walked forward but before he could get too close Dean came out of hiding and yelled, "Now!"
                          
Both women dove forward as the fire at the walls and several bags unrolled and spilled salt in a perfect circle around Holmes, trapping him. Angel quickly pulled Jo to safety as Holmes circled gibbering madly and screaming in terror.
                          
"Scream all you want, you dick!" Jo screamed as they all retreated, "But there's no way you're stepping over that salt!" 
                          
She glared at the spirit as Sam and Dean slammed the gate shut sealing off the room. On the street, Sam, Jo and Angel stood standing at the entrance to the sewers looking down.
                          
"So?" Angel smirked down at her, "This job as glamorous as you thought it would be?"
                          
"Well, except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah. Sure." Jo smiled, "But that Teresa girl's gonna live a life because of us. It's worth it, isn't it?"
                          
"Yeah." Angel nodded, sharing a knowing look with her brother, "Yeah it is."
                          
"Hey, what if somebody finds that sewer down there, or a storm washes the salt away?"
                          
"Both very fine points." Sam smiled, "Which is why we're waiting here."
                          
Jo raised a questioning brow, "For what?"
                          
The loud beeping of a large truck backing up caught their attention. Sam smiled and looked over his shoulder where Dean drove a cement mixer. He backed it up into the field, stopping just over the sewer entrance. 
                          
Angel smirked, "For that."
                          
Dean got out of the cab and helped Sam set up the cement mixer right over the entrance.
                          
Jo smirked, "You ripped off a cement truck?"
                          
Dean grinned at her sheepishly, "I'll give it back." He watched the cement pour down in satisfaction, "Well, that oughta keep him down there till hell freezes over."