So this is my first published fanfiction ever. I was really inspired by Abandon All Hope because I thought it was a great ending for Jo. Please review, whether good or bad, but don't be mean please! I just want to improve : ) sadly, I don't own anything.
The flames lick at your face, curling and charring the picture until your hair, your ears, and your mouth are covered. I see him meet your eyes one last time, and then you disappear from view, this last picture the only testament he has that you were alive with us.
Jo, if he was ever gonna love anyone, it would have been you.
But he's gotta face the music, whether it's Zeppelin or REO. You're gone and the devil's still here. He knows he's got a job, and as much as he wants to, he can't join you just yet. Looking back, I wonder for a split second if you died for anything at all, but I stop. Wherever you are, Jo, I want you to know that he realized you did.
You died for him, Jo. You looked him in the eye and showed him that it's all for him. That's not something Dean gets a lot. I'm his brother, and out of this whole world, I know him best. So many people, our parents, Bobby, me, have sacrificed themselves for him, but they don't tell him why. They don't tell him that that's what love does.
See, that's what Dean does, too, whether he knows it or not. He died for me, made countless sacrifices for Dad, and countless more for strangers. And he did these because he loves us. He left you after Philadelphia, he left you after Duluth, and though you might not have known or wanted to believe it, he left for you, not for him. And though he might not know it, he left because he loved you. Not many people know, but Dean hates this life. He hates the hunting, and he would never willingly pull you into it. I guess that's why he loved you. Because you got in by yourself.
What did the two of you always say? Wrong time, wrong place? Well, he believed it. In his mind, before you became a hunter, it would have always been the wrong time and the wrong place. He would never ask you to fight with him, definitely never for him. And he loved you because you did anyways.
Anyways, I know you may not be able to hear me in heaven, (I know you and Ellen are there. No way you went downstairs.) but what I'm trying to say is that Dean always knew what it was to sacrifice, he just didn't know why everyone did it. Until tonight. You died because you loved him, and, in tragic irony, he knows he loves you because you died for him.
I just wanted you to know that you didn't kill those hellhounds for nothing. In death, you got his love, and while to some that sounds like a bad deal, you know how rare and great it is to be loves by Dean. And I know it's what you wanted since you punched him in the face at the Roadhouse.
And I'll take care of him. I promise, somehow, we'll fix this Lucifer-end-of–the-world thing, and I can almost guarantee you that he'll see you on the other side real soon. But until then, I've got a couple more promises.
If we're driving in the Impala and those phantom notes of "Can't Fight this Feeling" come on, I'll let him keep playin' it. 'Cause he always does. And I won't complain. He might not say it out loud, but he's got a special place in his heart for Kevin Cronin and I think it's because of you.
If we stop at a bar and he starts talking to a small, fiery, blonde waitress, I promise to make up an emergency and get him out of there, because I know he can't replace you, and eventually he'll get it, too.
If, and when, we figure out how to gank the devil, let me tell you, Dean's doing it for you. When Dean blows him to pieces, no telling how, I want you to know that all he'll be thinking is, "Now I can see Jo." There's nothing he wants more now.
Last, as his brother, there is something that I can promise without doubt at all.
If he was ever going to love anyone, Jo, it would have been you.