So I kinda just whipped this together last minute so it's kinda horrible

This is a couple of months after Jo's last hunt with the boys so somewhere during S2

Reviews are appreciated

This is at least a two-part fic filled with tons of injured Dean and Winvelle to come

Enjoy

"Jo honey we need more Budlight, would you mind going out back and grabbing another case" Ellen shouted trying to be heard over the loud bar patrons and even louder jukebox which was blaring the classic Carry on my Wayward Son.

Jo simply nodded she knew however loud she shouted those damn hunters would just be louder, going in the storeroom Jo grabbed a case of beer and headed back to the dimly lit bar.

"Thanks hun" Ellen said as Jo put down the heavy case. Hearing the door slam Ellen looked up and saw two familiar men dressed in plaid enter her establishment. "Hey Bow how'd that job go?" she asked the newcomers as the two brothers took a seat at the bar

"Went without a hitch that Black Dog didn't know what hit it" Bow laughed his rough hands drumming on the old wood.

The elder of the two, Evan nodded in agreement. "Hey Jo, did you get a new car?" he asked peering over at the younger woman who was making her way around the room refilling drinks.

"Ha with what money, you guys might be bad at poker but you bet too low for me to even afford to repair the one I got" Jo replied rolling her eyes as she collected used beer bottles and mugs from an empty table

"Well somebody is in your spot; they got good taste though, I would be tempted to sell my own soul for an Impala like that" Bow said plainly

"A what?" Jo asked spinning around; it had been months since she had last seen the Winchesters and even though her mother would rather not see them again since the last time they crossed paths, Jo had a very different opinion on the subject.

"A black '67 Chevy Impala, super nice" Evan interjected cutting his younger brother off. "I think the driver was in the back but it was too dark to tell"

"Mom I'll be right back" Jo called as she ran out the door spotting the car Jo shook her head just seeing the black beast made her heart pound. That chicken how long has he been in that damn car Jo thought as she walked across the parking lot.

When she reached the driver side door, her heart sank immediately because instead of a grinning Dean at the wheel and a grumpy Sam in the passenger seat the sight that greeted her was less than happy. Even in the dim light of a nearby streetlamp, Jo could make out a bloody figure. Dean was lying on his back in the backseat one arm covering his face the other grasping his side. Jo glanced at the passenger seat to check Sam's condition except Sam was nowhere to be found.

Setting her jaw Jo threw open the back door closest to the injured hunter "Hey Dean, its Jo you with me" Jo asked as she gingerly placed two fingers on the hunter's throat to check for a pulse; Dean groaned faintly his pulse was weak. "I'll be back in a second" Jo said shutting the car door gently before racing back to the bar.

Dodging through the Friday night crowd Jo skidded over to her mother who was taking a patron's order "Hey Mom" Jo yelled.

"Give me a second hun" Ellen said as she disappeared under the bar only to reappear seconds later with a bottle of whiskey.

"Mom it's Dean, he's hurt" Jo yelled glancing at the front door anxious to get back to the injured hunter.

Without missing a beat Ellen slammed the bottle down "Bow, Evan we're going to need your help" Ellen said keeping abnormally calm "Jo grab the first aid kit and see if Doc is in any condition to work" fortunately Jo did as she was told as Ellen rushed out to the parking lot with the two hunters at her heels.

Dean hadn't moved from his precarious position in the backseat but his hand had dropped from his side allowing blood to drip onto the car floor "Bow can you get him out without jostling him too much" Ellen asked opening the car door peering over to look at the unconscious man.

"Yeah, I think so" Bow answered and with his brother's help they managed to get Dean out trying hard not to hurt the bleeding hunter as they laid him on the hard pavement.

"Out of my way let me through," a middle-aged woman with short ginger hair said pushing through the small crowd "Jo hand me my bag" Doc demanded as she knelt over Dean.

"Oh yeah this one is in bad shape, Ellen is there anywhere we can put him, I can't see for shit in this lighting," Doc asked gruffly.

"You can use my room" Jo interjected shooting her mother a look of defiance as she rushed off to prepare for their injured guest.

To be continued….

Sorry that it's a little corny in places if you have suggestions on how to make it better shoot me a pm or say something in a review.