"Dean." I said, and finally he stirred. He was waking up. I had been trying to wake him from his deep sleep (Rare, among hunters) for the past 10 minutes. When his eyes opened and adjusted to the darkness, trying to see who had woken him in the middle of the night, the shock was apparent on his features as he took in my form.
"Jesus! Jo?! What the hell?" He whispered fiercely, spitting his words like fire. "I'm dreaming aren't I?" He asked. Confusion written clear among his gorgeous face.
"No, but I don't have long. I have a message for you."
He sat up, wiped his face with his big hands. "What is it and who from?"
"From me. I need you to say yes. Say yes to Micheal. Let him in. He will be kind to you."
"Jo, I can't let Micheal in. I can't because then Sammy will feel compelled to say yes to lucifer, then of course there's supposed to be the whole fry the damn planet thing if lucifer wins." He was ranting. I had to keep him calm. He rants when he's nervous. It's one of the things I love about him.
"Dean. I know it's hard to understand. If you both accept your roles in this situation, the sooner it goes back to the way it once was. No devil. Lucifer will be back in hell where he belongs. I cannot stress this enough. I need you to say yes. Micheal isn't like the other Angels. He won't break your body when he wins. And Dean, I will never leave you. I'll always be right beside you. Even if you can't see me."
Before I could finish, there was a blinding white light and I was sucked away from him. I delivered my message.
"Jo..."