I was listening to this song in the car the other day and it hit me how much this song is Dean and Jo. (Why hasn't anyone done a video to it by the way?) It inspired a new fic. I copied the words that were my inspiration below. The fic will start in Season Seven after the credits of "Defending Your Life" up to the season finale of Season 9, then to what I hope happens in season 10. Unlike the other fics I have posted, this is not something I have had sitting around just needing proof read. Please pardon any typos or errors, I am not the world's best typist. I will try to update at least once a week, more as I can, less when I can't. Thanks for reading! I do not own any thing Supernatural or Rascal Flatts. Please review.
Chapter 1
"Come Wake Me Up" performed by Rascal Flatts
I can usually drink you right off of my mind Yeah the whole thing begins Tonight your memory burns like a fire Turn the TV up loud just to drown out your voice, but I can't forget
But I miss you tonight
I can normally push you right out of my heart
But I'm too tired to fight
And I let you sink into my veins
And I feel the pain like it's new
Everything that we were,
Everything that you said,
Everything that I did and that I couldn't do
Plays through tonight
With every one it grows higher and higher
And I can't get over it, I just can't put out this love
I just sit in these flames and pray that you'll come back
Close my eyes tightly, hold on and hope that I'm dreaming
Come wake me up
Now I'm all out of ideas and baby I'm down to my last cigarette
Yeah, you're probably asleep deep inside of your dreams while I'm sitting here crying and trying to see
Time's not healin' anything Tonight your memory burns like a fire
Baby, this pain is worse than it ever was
I know that you can't hear me, but baby I need you to save me tonight
With every one it grows higher and higher
I can't get over it, I just can't put out this love
I just sit in these flames and pray that you'll come back
Close my eyes tightly, hold on and hope that I'm dreaming
Come wake me up
Oh, I'm dreaming
Come wake me up
Oh, I'm dreaming
Chapter 1
Dean toyed with the label beginning to peel off his beer bottle. He couldn't even remember how many he had drunk, but it was not nearly enough. If he closed his eyes he still felt Jo's hand on his cheek, still feel the burning pressure in his chest when he discovered she was gone. It was probably the first time he didn't try his hardest to stay alive; part of him would have followed Jo to Heaven in a heartbeat. Osiris was a bastard, Dean thought. He had his grief from losing Jo nicely bottled up and hidden away, or as close to buried as he could when he thought about her every day. Now the box was wide open, the grief stomping across his heart all over again. Stomping, stabbing and burning.
He nursed the beer while he relived every moment of the night he lost her. From the moment he heard her call out his name to realizing he loved her the same moment he realized she wasn't going to make it. The last drop of beer tasted like her lips from their first and last kiss. The heat of the explosion still burned his face.
For the millionth time he tried to figure out what he could have done different, how he could have kept the hellhounds away from her. Just like every time before, the only conclusion he could come to was he should not have involved Ellen and Jo.
"Another?' Dean said gruffly, tipping his bottle towards the bartender. He felt Sam slide onto the stool next to him.
"It won't bring her back, Dean," Sam said sympathetically.
"I have no idea who you are talking about," Dean retorted, downing as much of the fresh bottle that he could in one swallow. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve he looked at his younger brother. "Come on, let's leave this crappy town."
"Ok, but you are giving me the keys," Sam glared.
Dean grumbled but handed the keys over. A few minutes later he was pretending to sleep, his head tipped back over the back of the seat. His mind drifted back to his last time seeing Jo, less than an hour before.
"It wasn't your fault Dean," he could hear her saying all over again. "You carry more crap than you have too." Even if he had not agreed with her, he had at least seen her smile, made her smile one last time. His throat constricted as he remembered the sparkle in her eyes. He hoped everyday that she would come back, but he hadn't wanted it like that. She was supposed to come back and stay, not come back just for him to lose all over again.
Eventually the sound of the Impala's tires on the asphalt lulled him to sleep, Jo's half smile and eye roll the last thing he thought about.