DISCLAIMER: This fanfic is for fun, I don't own anything!

Note: At first I published this episode a lot shorter, but afterwards I just kept building on it, so I added what I wrote later, I hope it meshed well!

Season 3

Albany, New York

It had taken me ten minutes to get his attention. It wasn't hard, I knew he would be the type to lurk at the bar, to stare out into the red lighted dance floor.

There was only three lurkers tonight; a young dark-skinned gentleman in a blazer, an attractive yet reserved man in his thirties and another younger man who wore pants that are perhaps too tight.

Now I had to wait and see which sought me out.

I did match the usual victim profile.

As a precaution to ensure his interest, I got all dolled up for the part; red lips, slim eyeliner on my lid, mascara lifting my lashes to black perkiness. I curled my hair and noticed how long it had been since I got it cut, it was near the small of my back now.

I wore skinny jeans, black ones that fit snuggly to my thighs, and a darkened purple glimmering thin strap top that covered my torso, lifting slightly before my black belt. No need for a bra. My thick-heeled black Steve Madden ankle boots I had found at a thrift store clad fashionably yet functionally to my feet.

I did enjoy dressing up for the part, there was fun to it and I let myself express my ego through it. Yeah, I looked hot. I'm admittedly vain, so what?

I danced on the edge of the floor, grouping myself with a band of taller women who had darker colored hair than my own.

Tight pants was talking to another man at the very first stool, drink in hand. Blazer was busy checking his phone.

Thirties guy had his eyes locked onto the crowd. Was he looking at me?

I affirmed he spotted me when he shifted to the third barstool instead of the seventh he was on, to get a better look at me.

Faking that fact that I was too hot to be on the dance floor one minute more, I shrugged past a light crowd, making sure I moved slowly enough for him to keep me in his line of sight.

Down the stairs, I threw myself at the bar, two stools down from him, breathing hard from the dance.

"You're quite the dancer."

Seriously? You're gonna one-line me like that?

"I love to dance." I smiled wide.

"What drink will you have?

He moved down a barstool closer to me.

"I donned a drink." I said with a slight slur, "Honestly I've hada few already. I just wish I had some blooow!"

I sang the last exclamation, giggling.

"I have something you might be interested in." He grinned.

I matched it, letting my hair flip over to tempt him, "Oh really?"

Next thing's next, I was walking out the door with him, my arms around his waist as if to support myself, and his arm slacked around my shoulder, leading me into an alley.

How cliche.

Once secluded in the alley, he smiled down at me, and said, "This new substance is…thicker than most."

I chuckled, "You're sick."

My left crept behind, to the pocket of my miniaturized purse slug over my torso and laying on my butt. Inside, I grabbed the syringe, dead man's blood waiting to poison the vamp in front of me.

He pulled the stopper out of the vial, the crimson fluid seemingly stagnant within.

"You ready sweetie?"

I drew myself closer to him, my nose rubbing against his shirt, against the midline of his body, trailing up to his neck and brushing my lips there. During this, my left raised behind him, lightly rubbing on the back of my hand that didn't grip the syringe.

"One taste of this, and you'll never be the-"

I brought the needle up and quickly down, intending to jab it into his neck.

He caught my wrist.

Fuck.

He started down at me, eyes alight with interest.

This situation just got very dangerous very fast.

Maybe I played this one too close-literally.

I thrust the heel of my palm into his nose, which stumbled him backward slightly, and tired to put distance between us, but he grabbed my throat with his other hand so fast, and backed me into the wall behind without even realizing that it had been near at all.

Talk about superhuman speed and strength.

"I smelled the Dead Man's blood as soon as you took it out of your purse."

I flexed and pushed all my strength to move the needle down, just to rake on his skin- but he slammed my wrist twice against the wall behind for it to drop and shatter.

I clawed at his supernaturally strong hand. His body offering no leverage keeping me pinned against it.

"I am two hundred and eleven years old, you really think a pretty Hunter like yourself hasn't tried this approach already?"

As he spoke my other hand not straining for freedom fumbled for my stained dead blood blade.

"Now, now." He grasped my escaping wrist with his large hand, and pinned it over my head as he looked me over, "Maybe not quite like yourself. You'll do perfectly, sweetie."

He nipped at my neck and I growled as he drew blood there and licked it, traveling to my ear, "yummy."

I shuddered, sickened.

I kept my jaws clamped, anger swelled at the unescapable situation.

"Your turn." He flicked his finger over a gruesome fang, blood swelling in response.

I writhed as he brought the finger closer to my lips-

"C'mon, sweetie."

A rough hand caught him at his wrist, before the blood could touch.

Vamp and I both turned to see the face attached to the hand.

Dean Winchester didn't hesitate to meet his other fist to the vampire's face.

The undead man fell into the momentum of the punch, collapsing into the wall diagonally away from me.

Another set of hands laid themselves on my shoulders, while Dean went head-long into the fight.

"Jo?"

"Sam?"

That shouldn't have been a question, where there was one Winchester the brother was soon to follow.

We turned our attentions to Dean's exchange of violences with the vampire, now behind me.

The creature wriggled out of the older Winchester's hold, spun around and threw his front body against the wall painfully.

The vamp took off then, and I didn't hesitate to follow, pulling out my father's Bowie knife that had been stained with the dead man's blood earlier.

"Dean!" I heard Sam say behind.

My eyes glued to his back, but he was moving so fast- he turned the corner-

"JO!" I heard Dean's echo against the tall walls surrounding them.

But when I turned another alley corner, there were two forms instead of one; with guns in their hands.

Vaguely, I knew them, I slowed from my run and the dim light of the night revealed more of their faces.

Kubrick and Gordon.

Any more hunters want to just show up for my first vamp kill?

"Jo?" Kubrick sounded utterly surprised.

"Why is everyone-" I panted as the brothers skidded to a halt just a few feet behind me, "here?"

Gordon stepped forward, directly staring at Sam beyond my left shoulder, and held out a Glock.

Woah, gun in my direction.

"JO!" Dean shouted just as Gordon got the first shot off.

He lunged behind a car, Sam followed, and I followed Sam, instinctively running from flying bullets from both Kubrick and Gordon.

Before I could hide from the shots behind it, my right elbow was slammed with pain. My legs continued, and my elbow hit the brick wall again, the force of it tremendously heavy and for a split second I acknowledged that it was probably broken.

"WHAT THE FUCK-" I shouted out the pain over the discharges, as we traveled down the length of the car, ducked.

Dean dropped, back against the graffitied wall, breathing heavily. Sam parked next to him, I did the same.

The gunfire ceased, and static buzzed in my ears.

My elbow was throbbing.

Why was it the second the Winchesters showed their faces, it added some kinda hell to my current situation?

Dean was peaking his eye out over the wall's corner, while Sam brushed glass off, and I tenderly inspected my elbow.

There was blood there, leaking out...

I heard the familiar quick clicks of two Glocks reloading in the alley behind the wall.

There was a hole in my jacket...this was no funny bone hit too hard.

Dean turned to us, head rolling on the wall.

"All right. Run. I'll draw them off."

"What?!" Sam protested, as Dean rolled his head back, "You're crazy!"

Before I could tell them I was shot, Dean was off.

Rapid firing compressed my eardrums once again. I had no choice but to go now.

My other hand clasped around the blood-slicked area, applying pressure and causing more blood to trickle. I got to my feet and ran back down the length of the car, from where we came, elbow agonized by the movement. Sam filed behind then stepped to match my shorter, frantic strides to escape.

"My car, this way!" I panted, turning to a new direction, and he followed.

By the time we reached my car, my body was experiencing symptoms of the inevitable. My skin was strangely cooled, my breathing staggered (not just from the running), and my knees weak.

"You drive. My keys are in my pocket."

Sam's eyes questioned me, until he saw the blood, "Jo!"

"I'm...shock." Was all I managed to say.

He rushed over to me, and my knees buckled, my weight against him.

I could feel him digging into my pocket, just as I could feel my eyes open, but I saw nothing. The static clouding my vision and the numb needling sensations harmonized and overwhelmed the rest of my body, and I was gone.

My hearing faded in first.

"Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious."

My first semi-delirious thought; Dean was serious.

Snap.

"You really going to do that Dean?"

Sam's voice was frustrated, and concerned.

"You don't think she deserves it?" the elder expressed his own anger through inflection.

"She deserves whatever is coming for her, but murder?"

"It was her choice to send murderers after US, alright? It got Jo shot and could have gotten you or me killed, so yeah, what goes around comes around."

Right, I was shot.

I opened my eyes to find myself lying on a bare mattress. My jacket was off, my legs slightly elevated on a pillow, my elbow bandaged thoroughly. On the table beside me there were medical supplies, a bottle of alcohol, sewing meat hook, wire, and a plastic cup filled with clear liquid, holding a bullet inside of it.

"You got it out of me already." I said aloud.

The boys stopped their bickering.

"Jo," Dean sat by my feet, signaling me to stay down with a flat palm, "How are you feeling?"

Sam knelt beside the mattress to gingerly check my wound.

"Peachy keen."

"Take these. You'll feel the pain soon." Sam extended his palm, which laid one big white pill, the other held a bottle of water.

"I don't respond well to peer pressure, Sam." I said with a grimace, sitting myself up with my left arm to take them.

"So, girlie; your first bullet." Dean was grinning darkly, "how was it?"

I gave him a sour face, "Who says it was my first?"

He smirked wider, trying to make light of the situation, I knew.

I turned my attention to Sam, "What's the damage?"

"The bullet struck your Ulnar Nerve, it's why you passed out so hard."

"That and her cherry was popped."

"Shut up." I snapped.

"Luckily, the leather jacket slowed it down some, and it lodged in your skin, tore through your connective tissue and I'm guessing fractured the Medial Epicondyle, maybe the beginning of your Ulna too. You'll have to wear a brace or splint or sling."

"Healing time?"

"I dunno, seven weeks minimum? You should go to a hospital, Jo. You need the right thing to hold it while it heals, and I'm not exactly an expert."

I growled, "Could've fooled me, Doctor Sexy."

Dean quirked an eye-brow at me, "You watch-"

"Oh, come on, I know you watch it too." I furrowed my own brow back at him.

"So I guess Gordon's out of jail." I changed the subject, anger for my new injury setting in, "Thanks for the update."

I laid my eyes specifically on Dean on my last comment, hoping he got my dig about his lack of promised contact after learning about his last year alive.

"Relax, girlie, we're new to this info too." Dean glanced at her, crossing his arms.

"Don't call me that." I rejoined quickly, narrowing my eyes.

"So," Sam interjected our exchange, "We'll take you to the nearest hospital-"

"But the vamp-"

"Is not your hunt anymore. Didn't you hear the doctor? You're out of commission."

"Don't you think you have your hands full with the Grumpy Old Men?" I snapped.

"Speaking of the vamp," Dean spoke over my last words, ignoring them completely, "Do you have a death wish?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why do you insist on hunting things that prefer your cute little blonde profile?"

"Did you just call me cute?"

"That's what your taking away from that?"

"It's better than pretending to care about your lecture, Dad."

"Hey, if I hadn't-"

"Enough!" Sam shouted above our already elevated conversation with a slight smirk.

After a moment I spoke again, "I'm not going anywhere until I know that you two can handle the vamp and Kubrick and Gordon."

"Jo, you need actual medical care-"

"Like you two always do and then never go to the hospital anyway? Stop treating me differently, you misogynist. I know how to take care of a bullet wound, if you remember."

I added another dig to both brothers this time. How quickly they forgot; I removed Dean's bullet myself after Meg (in Sam's body) shot him.

"Besides, it's not like you'll call to let me know you're alive."

Another dig.

Dean opened his mouth, but my throbbing elbow didn't put me in the mood to deal with his half-assed explanations, "I'll be fine right here, making sure you pricks make it out of this one alive, thanks."

The elder brother and I held a stare for some time.

"Fine." he said, a hard look about him, "but if you think you're going to try and sneak around to help us out-"

I smiled, playing with his guilt of no contact ended up getting me what I wanted, "Yeah, no way I'll be moving with that horse pill effecting me."

Hours later, Dean was sharpening his machete, and Sam cleaning his gun.

I was fading in and out of sleep on the mattress behind them, the shhingg of metal on stone strangely lulling.

When I faded in again, Dean was leaving.

"I'm gonna go check out a few places. Stay here with Sleepy and I'll be back soon."

When Sam turned my eyes were directly on him, "Hi."

"You're awake?"

"I fade in and out, feeling a bit energized right now though."

Sam nodded his head awkwardly, "Need water or anything?"

I picked up the bottle beside me, "I'm good thanks."

Sam then explained that Dean received a tip to where Gordon might be, and he was going to scout it out.

We found ourselves waiting for Dean's arrival swimming in awkwardness.

I hadn't seen Sam before this since he rose from the dead.

I was as weary about it then as I am now, and it was apparent in the air surrounding us. And there was the incident in Duluth, which I had forgiven him for after he repeatedly apologized. I know it wasn't his fault, he had been a victim of Meg's possession too, but every once in a while he would touch me and I would jump, a memory flashed of his body violently on mine.

Being alone with him wasn't exactly what most would call comforting. That piled on top of my chilled panic for their wellbeing now that Gordon was a newly made Vamp on the hunt for them and the effects of the pain pills had me sweating bullets.

It didn't help my nerves that the brothers were fighting, then having a touching moment, all in front of me. I pretended like I was asleep for most of it, knowing that they needed their brotherly bonding and dealing time now that Dean's year was running out. I had to bite my tongue about the subject too, and hide the tears that flooded to my eyes at the thought of it.

The brothers dealt with the trouble, as they always did, less than smoothly.

They were both bloodied and beat when they returned to the emptied and mattresses room, but they were alive, and I was happy to have seen parts of it through with them, to know that they were alive.

Before they hit the road one way and I went the other, I was on my feet and off the drugs, saying my good-byes.

Sam was first, awkwardly bending over to level with me, telling me the usual to take care of myself, rest the elbow and such.

Dean was last, wrapping my body perfectly against his, chin at the top of my head.

"Straight to Bobby's, alright? Don't chase after jobs you can't handle, newbie." He warned with a certain smugness, "I can't always be there to save you."

I tilted my head in annoyance at the name and context, "I'm not your damsel, Deano. I can handle more than you think."

"Sure, whatever you say. Just don't get yourself killed."

"How would you know anyway? It's not like you ever actually check up."

He met my eyes for longer than usual, "I will this time."

I scoffed, "Sure."

I glanced away then back at him, but he was still staring at me.

"Just don't go popping anymore cherries without me, alright, girlie?" he winked slyly.

"Don't call me that." I punched his shoulder with my good arm, "And I'll do whatever I want to."

"And I'll call to check up on that." he said, smiling widely as he sat himself inside his black beauty, then took off, thundering down the road with two last farewell waves.

He didn't.