Hey guys! Here's a Dean/Jo oneshot that I wrote during one of my classes last semester and just haven't uploaded yet. Its short and a little sad but I hope you like it.

Lisa never snooped. She always have Dean his space, but it had been a couple months since he came to her, since Sam died. So she decided to ask him about something that she came across when she unintentionally snooped through Dean's phone.

"Hey Dean?" she asked as he poured himself a large helping of coffee after a restless night.

"Yeah?" he sat down with her at the table. Ben was over a friend's house. The house was quit, he slurped his coffee obnoxiously loud in hopes to prompt her to break the silence. She took a deep breath.

"Last week, when you went to work, you left your phone here." He cocked his head to the side, a trait that he had picked up from Cas, but Lisa wouldn't know that, "And?" he asked.

She looked down at her hands, "It was sitting on the table and you got this flashing notification, and I uh, I looked at it. It said that you have a voicemail that's almost a year old, and asked if you wanted to erase it." It was Dean's turn to look down at his hands.

"I thought maybe it was from Sam," she ventured slowly.

He gave her a small sad smile, "Nah, it's not from Sammy. You didn't listen to it?" He asked. Lisa looked at him with slight surprise, "Wow, I was convinced it was Sam, and uh no I didn't. I wouldn't do that behind your back. I know you have secrets, Dean."

She smiled lightly, "I can't lie I've been dying to know who it is." She expected him to shut her out and tell her to never bring it up again, but he didn't.

Without a word he stood and left the kitchen. Before Lisa could react he returned with two items; his phone and his wallet "Let's listen to it."

She rose her eyebrows, "Are you sure?" Dean smiled, "I'm sure, I haven't listened to it in a while."

She held her breath as he typed in his voicemail password and turned the volume all the way up.

"Hey Deano, so my mom just called me, told me you're alive. You can't pick up the god damn phone to let me know? Dean, wrong place wrong time or not, I care about you. Call me okay?"

The voice was that of a young woman. It sounded light and beautiful, and you could hear the spunk emanating from her. Lisa looked up to see Dean chuckled slightly, he had a tear going down his cheek; he wiped it away with the back of his hand and took something out of his wallet.

It was a photo—the edges were frayed and worn. It was bent in some spots, clearly something that Dean removed from his wallet to look at often. Dean pushed it towards Lisa.

"Her name is Jo."

Lisa picked up the photo, they young woman in the photo was smirking at the camera. Her loose blonde curls shrouded her shoulders and her warm brown eyes were playful. Her left hand was tucked into the back pocket of her jeans and in her right hand she held a beer, as she leaned against a bar stool.

"Was she your—" Lisa began to ask but Dean shook his head, "It was always the wrong place, wrong time. I just regret never making it the right time."

Lisa looked at him curiously, "Why didn't you?"

He shrugged, "I was afraid to love her. She worked at a bar for hunters, her father was one, and soon enough she was one too. I didn't want to love someone else who was part of this life, someone else who was always in danger—I realize now that I was being stupid."

He rubbed the back of his neck, "She was perfect, she ate pizza and drank beer, and listened to Zeppelin. She could hustle the hustler in pool and kick ass, and she grew up in the life. She understood the life, there would be no secrets. But I let her go, and now she's gone."

Lisa couldn't help being jealous of her, because Dean could never, and would never, see past her. But she also felt guilty because if she was alive, Dean wouldn't be here with her.

"What happened?"

Dean sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "She took a hellhound for me. Her uh, middle was torn open and uh, we holed up in this little hardware store. Hellhounds carry your scent forever, she wasn't gonna make it, they told me and Sam to go. We made some not so hellhounds friendly bombs, we snuck out, Ellen, her mom, let them in and Jo pulled the trigger."

He took another deep breath, he had forgotten how difficult it was to talk about this with anyone but Sam. "They sacrificed their lives for me and Sammy," Dean was crying now, silent tears rolled down his cheeks. Lisa hadn't seen Dean cry since just after Sam died.

"Dean, you really loved her, huh?" he nodded, "I still do. I've never loved anyone the way I love her." He chuckled, "I could never talk about this stuff with Sammy, it would ruin my big bro image, but he knew."

Lisa smiled and took his hand, "Dean, if what you say is true, and all of those things out there are real? Then so is heaven, and I'm sure she just heard you. She knows how you feel, you might've been too late, but eventually you'll see her again."

Dean smiled and then looked towards the ceiling and winked.

-x-

Upstairs, in the Roadhouse, Ash's heaven, Ellen and Jo looked down on Dean Winchester.

Ellen shook her head, "I always knew it would be you two, I always knew."

"Me too ma, me too." Jo smiled and winked back.

Alright that's my oneshot! Hope you guys liked it! If you ever want to suggest any cute Jo/ Dean blurbs (AU or not) then let me know and I'll squeeze one out and add it here. Read and Review please! One Love, Liz.