Miracle

AN: Set after Abandon All Hope.

Dean walked between Sam and Castiel after their failed attempt at killing Lucifer. They took in the rubble of the hardware store that Jo so bravely gave her life in.

Dean couldn't stop himself from running into the middle of the rubble. Sam and Castiel stayed behind to give Dean some time.

He looked at his feet, tears flowing freely from his eyes. He didn't try to hold them back. Next to his boot was a long strip of blonde hair, untouched by the flames. Dean began to sob. He bent down and moved a piece of cardboard aside, and there was Jo's face. It seemed as if the explosion didn't even touch her.

Dean moved all the rubble away, revealing her body. It was unmarked, besides the rip in her stomach she had received from the hellhound. Dean reached down and caressed her face. It filled with color. Dean gasped. He lifted her into his arms. Her chest gently rose and fell.

"SAM! CAS! She's alive!" Dean's voice was so full of happiness. His tears of pain became of joy. Maybe God did exist.

Her lips moved and formed his name. "Dean." Se whispered. He leaned down and kissed her face all over.

A second later, Castiel and Sam were at his side; both of them trying hold Jo to make sure she was real. Sam lifted the Ace Bandage to see that the scratches were still there. Her guts seemed to spill, and Sam pushed the bandage back on.

"We've got to get her to a hospital." Dean began. As he tried to run Jo to the Impala, Castiel pulled him back. For a moment, Castiel's face seemed to glow.

"Wait." His voice seemed different too. He reached for Jo, and took the Ace away.

"What the hell, Cas!" Dean exclaimed.

Castiel placed his and over the wound. Light shone all around them, and Jo jolted in Dean's arms. Cas removed his hand and Jo's wound was gone.

Castiel beamed. He touched a wound on Dean's forearm and no light appeared. His face fell. "It's gone." He whispered.

"Mom." Jo whispered. "Why'd she do it?" She cried.

Dean sat Jo on her feet, so he could hold her.

"Jo." He whispered. "It's alright. I got you." He soothes.

Jo breaks away from Dean and stumbles to the spot where Dean found her. She moved a big chunk away revealing what appeared to be the back of a woman. Burnt, dark blonde locks scattered on what appeared to be a head.

"Ellen." Sam whisper.

Jo doubled over, clutching her stomach. "MOM!" Jo cried.

Dean now saw how Jo survived. Ellen had thrown herself over Jo, and shelves, bags of salt, and boxes over herself, to save Jo.

Dean wrapped his arms around Jo's waist from behind.

"She wouldn't want this!" Jo shouted at what Dean guessed was herself. She all but rubbed her eyes out of their sockets to dry her tears.

Unable to stop himself, Dean whipped Jo around, and kissed her face all over again. Jo kissed whatever part of his face she could reach. She was smiling all over now. Pain still burned in her eyes for her mother. Ellen wasn't forgotten. She was thanked. Praised even. Not only did she give Dean a miracle, she gave Jo one too. Dean was alive and well, and she was in his arms. Right where she wanted to be.

Sam came up and had his turn at a great big bear hug. Castiel simply put his palm to Jo's cheek and placed a soft, gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Cas, you just saved my fucking life." Jo threw her arms round his neck and gave hiss a bone crushing hug.

Jo wasn't one to lay feather light cheek kisses on her savior. She was more of an "I'll hug you till I hurt you" kind of girl.

Dean pinched her hard in the side. "Ow!"

"Just checking." She punched him in the shoulder. "Ow!" he exclaimed.

"Just checking." She replied in a mocking impression of Dean.

"Yep, you're Jo." He says smiling from ear to ear. His eyes scrunch, showing the little wrinkles at the sides of his eyes that Jo loves so much.

Her face is suddenly serious. "Did you do it?" She asked. "Did you kill Lucifer?"

Dean looked away; away from the burning intensity of her brown eyes.

"Dean?" She insisted.

"The Colt didn't work on him." Dean didn't have to look up to know that those pain filled tears of hers had returned.

"So my mom gave her life for nothing?" Jo's voice shook, but it was strong, and loud. "I'm going to kill him." This time, her voice unnerved Dean. It still shook, but it came deep from her throat. Almost like a growl. It was loaded with hate, vengeance, but at the same time it was calm. Eerily calm.

"Jo." Dean said his voice strong and firm. "Now's not the time for that. But don't worry you'll get your shot at the Goddamned son of a bitch. We all will."

"But for now, I think it is best we go back to Bobby's. He'll want to know that Jo is safe. That we all are." Castiel said.

"WHAT?" They all whipped around to find Meg standing about twenty feet away. She was fuming. "You aren't supposed to be alive!" They understood only moments later. Meg was pointing at Jo. "Father needed you in hell! You were supposed to DIE!" Meg started ranting to herself. They caught some of it. "Now, Michael can take you. Father has to have you, not Michael!"

While Meg was distracted, Jo quickly snatched the colt from Dean's hand and aimed it at Meg. She paled.

"You sent the Hellhounds after us." Jo said. Her voice was eerily calm again. "You'll tide me over until I can get to your father." Jo spit.

Meg screamed, as Jo pulled the trigger. She hit the ground, dead.

Jo dropped the Colt.

"SHE DIED FOR NOTHING!" Jo cried. The cry was filled with agony. She was talking about Ellen. Meg, on the other hand, deserved to die.