So, I got this idea from the FF user, NoilyPrat. I recently wrote a one-shot about Dean and Jo called "Waiting for Dean Winchester". Although (at this point) it was only published two days ago, I've already received three positive reviews. Thank you to those who have done so, reviews are one of the best parts of writing fanfiction!

Anyway, NoilyPrat mentioned that she wished I had written a few other Dean/Jo scenes from the actual episodes. There are a limited number of them, but they are all absolutely priceless.

So, basically, this will be a small collection of Dean/Jo scenes from actual episodes that I will rewrite with different thoughts, feelings, and, of course, the action and dialogue displayed in the show. I will accept requests, but there a few guidelines you must follow before you do so:

1. Please tell me exactly which scene you would like me to write. Include the episode name and which season it's from, whether it's from seasons 2, 5, or 7.

2. I need a starting point and a stopping point. If you simply say, for example, "The scene where Jo dies and Dean kisses her" I won't know if you want me to start where she gets injured, or from the "last night on earth" or from the minute where Dean places the button in her hand. I need specifics :)

3. Tell me which point of view you would like the prompt to be from, whether it's Dean's or Jo's. I don't think I'll be writing anyone prompts from a bystander like Sam's point of view.

4. You can include different suggestions for thoughts or feelings in the prompt, like if one of them made a certain facial expression in the episode, you can add that into your request.

That's pretty much it for the rules for writing a request. As long as those four guidelines are followed, I'll be able to write your request. And, trust me, if I get a few more than expected, I will write each and every one!

I have already written most of the scenes from "Abandon All Hope..." since it was included in my latest Dean/Jo one-shot. (If you haven't read it, and you're a hardcore Chestervelle fan, I highly suggest you'd read it! I love feedback! :) I will post this as an example, but I have one more thing I have to say.

If I've written most of the scenes between Dean and Jo, I will definitely accept AU requests, simply give me a one-shot idea, and I'll write it the best I can.

So, those can involve things such as Jo taking care of a hurt or sick Dean or vice versa, etc. But I won't accept anything such as "High School AU" or a pregnancy. They're just too difficult and out of the show's natural plotline. You can make those kind of requests immediately, I will write them no matter what. So, here's my example:

"Abandon All Hope..." (Jo's POV)

That fateful day had arrived. Her last day on earth. She hadn't known when she had climbed into the truck with her mother and the trench-coat clad angel, Castiel. Or...maybe she had, since the night before had officially been named her 'Last Night on Earth'. It was more like the true perception of the fact that this was her last day to live her life hadn't completely sunk in yet.

Her heart still buzzed with energy from her confrontation with Dean last night. She could still feel his breath on her cheeks, the warmth of his closeness. His words still echoed in her ears...

So, dangerous mission tomorrow. Guess it's time to eat, drink, and...you know, make merry.

She smiled inwardly as she recalled her response to his statement. Are you giving me the last night on earth speech? And then his reply had made her heart perform somersaults inside her chest.

No. If I was...would...uh...would that work?

Jo had decided to play with the older Winchester a bit before breaking the news to him. She had leaned in for a kiss, feeling his soft lips brushing against hers ever so slightly. But then she had forced herself to stop, placing a finger to his mouth. No. Sweetheart, if this is our last night on earth, then I'm going to spend it with a little thing I call self-respect. She had chuckled humorously and walked away, still fighting the urge to succumb to his request. But she had told herself that she had not been waiting for a one night stand all this time...she had been waiting for real love.

And now, as she stood before the demon Meg, clutching her shotgun, the realization that this could very well be her last day on earth hit. I should've said yes. She thought vaguely, her heart galloping as the demon revealed that there was an assload of hellhounds at her service. She started as Dean let a sly comment slip past his lips and shot at the hellhound. The minute Sam's yell of 'Run!' ripped through the air, Jo's feet were flying across the asphalt.

Then she looked back. Thank God she looked back.

Dean was on the ground. Not unconscious or anything, but much, much worse. He had been tackled by one of the hellhounds. Jo's instincts shot into action. "Dean!" She shouted in a shocked, racing back for him. She barely heard his protest of 'Jo, stay back!'. What the hell was he thinking? Of course she wasn't going to stay back. Even if he wasn't aware that she was deeply and utterly in love with him, he still knew that would do just about anything for him. And that she would. She lifted her shotgun and aimed at the spot just above Dean. Within seconds, she had fired at the hellhound. There was a strangled bark, but she didn't stop, continuing to shoot in the bastard mutt's direction. She felt something large crash into her side, and then...

There was the pain. She screamed out as it swiftly ignited from her side and hurtled through her, ricocheting through her body at lightning speed. Vaguely, she felt blood splatter against her chin and neck. Her blood. For a split second, she truly thought that she was going to be sick. Her brain felt like helium had been pumped into it, and then suddenly, her entire body felt light and airborne. When Jo's vision partially swam back into focus, she realized that she was cradled bridal-style in Dean's arms, clutched to his strong, muscular chest. She whimpered quietly, burying her face into his jacket. Her torso and abdomen felt like they were on fire, scorching away her skin.

Jo was still whimpering slightly when Dean rested her up against the counter in the abandoned hardware store. She wanted to tell him to keep hllding her, to stay for once, but she didn't have the strength. Her mother was by her side in a panicked frenzy, examining her daughter's wounds. Jo felt her own blood ooze out of her body. She swallowed thickly and stared up at her companions' faces. Each one them looked absolutely sickened by the atrocity of her open, throbbing injuries.

Jo's wounds had been expertly patched up. They still hurt like a bitch, but at least her blood was no longer pouring out of her body. She sat rigidly against the counter, her legs paralyzed, vaguely listening to her mother's incessant reassurances and consolations. Jo observed Sam and Dean's movements in a half-conscious state. She said nothing. She only broke her silence when she heard the two brothers discussing how to get her out of town. It was the first time she had spoken since the attack.

"Stop." Her voice was weak, and the two Winchesters turned to look at her inquisitively. "Guys, stop. Can we...uh...be realistic about this, please?" Sam and Dean strode over to where she and her mother sat on the ground, and she shifted letting out a small groan of pain as her actions disrupted her wounds. "I can't move my legs. I can't be moved. My guts are being held in by an Ace bandage. We gotta..." She trailed off for a split second, allowing the truth of her own words sink into her brain. "We gotta get our priorities straight here." She saw the two brothers exchange a look. "Number one, I'm not going anywhere."

That was when her mother jumped in. "Joanna Beth, you stop talking like that."

Jo cut her off swiftly before she could say anything more. "Mom. I can't fight. I can't walk. But I can do something." She spoke quickly and efficiently, her brain reeling at a hundred miles per hour as she struggled to formulate a plan in her dazed, injured state. "We've got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails...everything we need."

"Everything we need?" Jo was mildly surprised by Sam's question.

"To build a bomb, Sam." She said in response to the younger Winchester's confused inquiry.

"No." Dean stepped in now. Jo's gaze shifted to him, finding she was almost unable to look into his green eyes. "Jo, no."

Jo had to admit that she was greatly warmed by his desire to keep her safe, but annoyance was flowing through her veins. They were hunters. Sacrifices were a part of their life. And this was for the greater good. One life wasn't going to make a difference. "You got another plan?" She asked him, her voice raising an octave in her irritation. "You got any other plan? Those are hellhounds out there, Dean. They've got all of our scents. Those bitches will never stop coming after you." She now addressed every person in the store, her brown gaze revealing the undeniable truth in her statement. "We let the dogs in, you guys hit the roof, make a break for the building next over. I can wait here with my finger on the button, rip those mutts a new one. Or at least you'll get a minutes' head start, anyway."

Her mother's voice was shaking, her lip trembling as she protested weakly. "No. I...I won't let you."

"This is why we're here, right?" Jo asked gently. Ellen shook her head, tears beginning to leak from the corners of her eyes. "If I can get us a shot on the devil..." She trailed off, looking up into Dean's eyes. "Dean, we have to take it."

"No!" Ellen exclaimed, her head also snapping up to look at Dean. "That's not-"

"Mom." Jo said quietly, cutting her off. Her lips curled into the hint of a sad smile. "This might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult. Might wanna take it?" Ellen's stifled cries broke down into full out sobs, and it broke Jo's heart to see such emotion in her mother.

But it was the only way.

The bomb was ready. Sam gripped Jo's hand in his briefly, smiling sadly at his fellow hunter and friend before standing and striding towards the entrance to the hardware store. And then Dean was there. He seemed to be having trouble looking directly into Jo's gaze. Their hands touched as he placed the button into her outstretched palm. Jo expected him to let go immediately afterwards, but he didn't. instead, he held on, tightly grasping her fingers in his. She could feel the tears welling in her eyes, but she struggled to blink them away, wanting to strong in her last moments with the man she truly loved.

There was a short pause where neither of them spoke. Finally, Dean broke the silence. "Okay, this is it. I'll see you on the other side, probably sooner rather than later." Jo let out a small strangled breath before replying.

"Make it later."

His eyes were still on hers, their deep green irises studying every pore of her face, as if he wanted to embed each and every one of her features into his mind. And then he was leaning forwards, and for a moment, Jo thought he was going to kiss her. But when his lips pressed against her forehead, she closed her eyes, disappointment flowing through her. Her lip trembled. How could she have been so immature? The demon possessing Sam all those years ago had been right. Jo was like a sister to Dean, nothing more. But when he pulled back and their gazes met again, it was as if she saw him for the first time. Realization flooded his eyes as he finally understood what it was she wanted.

And then his lips were on hers. Gentle at first, uncertain, and then, as she kissed him back, a message that it was okay, it become more passionate. She could almost feel the love flowing between both of them. This was what she had always dreamed of. Dean Winchester, someone who had started out as a simple crush, kissing her as if there was no one else in the world he cared about. Even when he pulled away and pressed their foreheads together, she could still feel the warmth and pressure of his lips on hers. He clutched her tightly, as if he never wanted to let go. But both of them knew that he had no choice. The three words were on the tip of Jo's tongue...I love you...but she never got them out.

Because he was gone.

Okay, so I hope you enjoyed that example, and please leave your request in the reviews! But if this story does happen to get popular (which I highly doubt), and it takes a while for your request to be written, that does not mean that I'm ignoring it. I will be writing in chronological order, whether I get a lot of requests, or only a few.

Please review and request!