#TerminalVelocity – Chapter 1

Jo had put some miles between her and Dean. Now a few weeks later Jo had rented a small travel trailer to work her current job. Research had shown that several deaths had occurred in this sleepy little town. The victims had some things in common like being street racers who had all won locally and they all had the same wounds. It looked like a scalpel had been used, the lacerations were all precise and had the same pattern on all the bodies. She planned to visit the local sheriff’s office soon. But tonight she would visit the local hot spot.

Jo thought to herself it could just be some whack job that was skilled with a blade, but she wasn’t sure. So she would have to do some more investigating. She decided to pick up a couple of things at the grocery store. The small fridge in the travel trailer was small but would hold enough food for a day or two. As Jo drove she looked around, the scenery was beautiful, this place was thick with trees. It was a green everywhere you looked.

Completely different from Death Valley. The sun over head shown brightly. There was no reason for her to feel like this unless you took in to account being alone. Jo tried to abate the misery she felt but it was there lingering. She had the email Sam sent her about ten times. Sam always paid attention to the details. His emails help keep her sanity. But after being around the Winchesters and Castiel had made the loneliness even worse. Jo willed herself to clear her mind reminder the job and take things one day at a time.

Jo pulled into the drive of the country market and had to smile. This place reminded her of the roadhouse. The place hadn’t been painted in a decade. There was an old coke machine sitting outside with a tired looking bench. She could imagine the older crowd sitting there talking about fishing. She smiled to herself and thought if only that was what we all had to look forward to. To some people that might not sound like much, but to Jo it beat what she knew was coming a hundred to one. Her smiled faded then as Jo walked into the store. The aroma of fresh baked bread and fresh coffee made her stomach grumble. An elderly man stood behind the counter. He smiled and waved at her. Jo waved back, but headed to the counter where fresh bread was being displayed. Well her dinner options were looking up.

After picking up what she needed Jo headed back to her place. When she reached the door her cell went off. Jo frowned it was her mother. Jo answered the phone ready to hear her Mom’s voice. But it was Sam’s voice on the line. Jo asked immediately what’s wrong with my Mom. Sam told her to calm down, Ellen was fine. Jo managed to get the door opened and sit the groceries down. Why are you using Mom’s phone, Jo asked Sam. Because I was worried about you and knew you wouldn’t pick up if you saw one of our numbers. Taking off her jacket Jo put the groceries away. I’m sorry Sam but I needed some space. Look call me back in a few minutes alright and we will talk. Sam hung the phone up and thanked Ellen.

Ellen not sure what to make of Sam worrying about her daughter just turned around and went outside. Sam went into the kitchen to find Dean. He was wolfing down a burger Ellen had made. Sam told Dean to slow down or he would choke. Dean smiled exposing parts of his hamburger. Sam shook his head and sat down across from Dean. I got Jo on the phone. That caused Dean to put the hamburger down. He finished chewing and asked what did she say. Not much, said asked me to call back in a few minutes, she was busy.

Dean took a drink from his beer. He stayed quiet for a minute and looked Sam in the eyes, look man she is safer when we don’t have contact with her. You know that Sam , yet you keep sending her messages and try to call her. Sam’s turned dark, how do you know I’ve been sending her messages? Dean smiled, I might get called a monkey but I’m not handicapped. I can use a computer. Sam just let it go. Jo and I well things just aren’t going to work. To much getting in the way. Sam looking tired, rubbed his eyes. Sam told Dean I’m not calling for you, I care if she’s alright. With that Sam got up and walked away. Dean stared off after his brother. Dean missed Jo but being around him would get her killed or worse. Dean hoped Sam’s friendship with Jo remained that, because his brother was dangerous even if he didn’t mean to be.



-It wasn’t long before a truck stopped going south. Sienna climbed up into the cab gave the truck driver a once over, he looked harmless enough leaning back in the seat as the truck rolled forward eyes closed listening to the cb chatter. Word was The Island of The Dolls had recent deaths. The place had history odd as it might be but lately it looked like something truly demonic was cutting down tourists and she planned to stop it. The steady hum of the engine lulled her to sleep, her hand was resting into the backpack clenching a knife just in case.-

-Moving slowly through the port of entry, the line was long everyone geared up for the holidays. It was heartbreaking stepping out of the United States officially on Mexico soil. A young girl ran up dirty little hands selling homemade spiritual bracelets. Jo squatted down smiling into those beautiful brown eyes. Taking out a dollar bill handing it over as the young girl held a look of serenity and peace that wasn’t expected. Bracelet was put into Sienna’s palm and as she looked down eyes focused on the angel’s picture. It was Michael how damn ironic as Sienna looked backed up the girl was gone. Hand closed around the bracelet as she stood. It was a good trek to The Island of The Dolls no time to waste. Her Spanish was terrible but she managed to find a bus driver going in the right direction. So she boarded the rusted bus head snapped behind her but no one was there. She’d heard a voice… as the bus backfired and finally spurted to life moving forward Sienna chalked it up to being tired.-

-Knee bent propped against the seat in front of her journal balances on top. Writing came out none to pretty with the movement of the bus but an accurate journal could make all the difference in the world. “Don Julian Santana, a hermit who renounced the world and his family to make the “La Isla de la Munecas”. It is believed that, he did this to please the spirit of a little girl who had drowned in the canal but the stories on further investigation suggested his nephew had killed the girl in the canal Santana had not been able to revive her.

-Things had been calm just noted for sighting’s of the dolls walking around the island at night but it had made news a rash of deaths had sparked interest from the authorities. The nephew was missing and presumed dead or possibly a suspect. All the murders had been young teenage girls drowned. Sienna wanted to get down there take EMF readings to see if she could figure out if it was supernatural related but in truth she just needed to keep busy. She had not been prepared for all the emotions welling up inside her. In heaven she’d been at peace but now… she just was having issues. Focus on the job Sienna and forget the rest. Your here for a reason so make it count.

-Bus came to a stop so the occupants could take a bathroom and stretch their leg’s. Bag over her shoulder Sienna stepped off the bus onto the dirt road. Looking up at the sky dark clouds were coming together blocking out the sun. She silently wondered if the bus would keep going if it rained. The place they stopped at looked like someone’s house converted into a side by the road cafe.

She watched as passengers where given instructions to the find the bathroom which brought a rueful smile to her lips. It was an outhouse set further back off the road. She had not seen one of those beauties since visiting distant family after her Dad passed back in Oklahoma.- “Jose! Los suministros están aquí, ven rápido descargarlos.” Sienna’s head turned to the elderly woman. She was yelling at a young guy who look busy working on a motorcycle. The atmosphere had a calming effect. Mexico had beautiful scenery. Her stomach grumbled at the smell of food. Beans and carne asada filled the air. Getting in line with some of the other passengers she waited her turn to order lunch.-

-Plate in hand Sienna wondered off to a tree stump sat down thanking God for the hot food. The beans had more flavor than she knew was possible happily she munched on thinking if she was down here long enough maybe learning to cook would be a good idea. Birds were clear, chirping wiping her mouth suddenly a gun shot sound the birds took off in flight and people began shouting. “Federales! ” Sienna stood and gasped as a a hand closed over her mouth and she was drug backwards. Immediately she started to fight to break loose. Elbowing the assailant in the ribs. Then swinging around to deliver a right hook.

Contact made as she stared stunned at the young man. It was the Jose’ being yelled at earlier. “Ssh… not going to hurt you weta. It’s not safe they’ll take you. Calm down, come you will be safe with me! Por favor, antes Por favor, antes de que sea demasiado tarde!” He looked sincerely scared and the sound of a vehicle approaching made Sienna more trusting than normally she would have been with a strange man. Something told her he was trying to help. Looking down at the outstretched hand she took it and followed him through some high grass and into the tree’s. A glance back brought men in a jeep, forty caliber rifle mounted to a platform, they were dressed all in black with ski masks. She’d heard vague rumors about federal police this must be them. But she didn’t really understand why Jose’ was worried for her.

He ushered her towards a rock outcrop that looked over run by weeds. Watching as he pulled them back taking her in behind him. Ducking down to get inside she watched as he fixed the opening. Her heart was racing hand slipped down to the knife in her boot.- “Estamos a salvo aquí, no debe viajar sola. Piel clara traería un alto precio en el mercado de esclavos.” Sienna could only make our part of what he was trying to tell her. But she thought she got the gist of what he was saying. Voice hushed.- “Thank you. I’m Sienna.” -Hand extended she watched his reaction carefully looking for anything off.-