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A/N: Hey people! How we all doin? Here's a fic that popped into my head. We don't have enough Dean, Jo and Sammy fics so here it is.

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Don't Fear the Reaper

CHAPTER 1:

Jo hadn't seen either of the Winchester's in ages.

Nor did she particularly want to…the pain from their last visit was still fresh in her mind. It still effected her.

Of course it hadn't been their fault. They weren't their father, but it was just so much easier to blame them for what happened…She had seen photo's of John and god, did Dean look like him.

She was doing it again. Thinking about Dean. Dreaming about Dean. Hearing his voice.

Jo smacked the table.

Dammit, stop thinking about him! She thought vehemently.

She looked around, tears blurring her vision. Her home, Her TV, Her bed. It was all familiar. More like a place of comfort for her then the 'roadhouse' ever had been. And she didn't have to put up with her damn mother every single day.

Jo sighed. It had been a long and tiring night.

That werewolf had been a bitch to kill.

She got up and stretched her cramped muscles, hearing the odd bone crack in protest.

Her body was crying out for a nice soft bed, and frankly, she quite agreed with it…


Dean sighed and glanced at his watch.

Sam had been out for at least two hours now and he was starting to get anxious.

It was worse this time too. There was screaming and begging and bleeding…and then, nothing. He was just…out.

Now it was time to take matters into his own hands.

Dean padded from his vantage point, across the room, to his brothers side.

He hated to disturb the kid after one of his episodes, but…he had no choice. Sam had seen something. Maybe it was the demon. Maybe it was Ava. What ever the hell was going on, Dean needed to find out, before somebody got hurt, or worse.

"Sam. Sammy. Its time to wake up pal," Dean said firmly, but not unkindly.

The younger Winchester stirred, but did not wake.

"C'mon sasquatch, get your lazy ass up before I kick it," he said in more a demanding tone.

"Dean?" Sam moaned, his lids fluttering. He winced slightly, as if it was a chore to open his eyes.

His heart broke, but as usual, he masked the pain.

"That's right college boy, you get a gold star," he said with a smirk.

"Ha, ha," Sam shot back weakly.

It wasn't much of a comeback, but it was a good effort considering.

"How you feelin' bitch?" he asked, tousling his younger brother's unruly mop. Boy, he really needed a haircut. He looked very much like a stray dog.

"I'm okay, but…" Sam trailed off and frowned as if he was trying to remember something.

"What Sam? What is it?" Dean inquired as his eyes widened. The kid was remembering something.

"Jo…" he muttered.

Dean swallowed a lump in his throat. He hadn't heard that name in so long…hadn't seen her, though she was constantly on his mind. The way she pushed passed him inside that wall in Pennsylvania…The way she spoke to him about her father…the way her hair smelt…

Dean shook the thoughts from his head. Just remembering put butterflies in his stomach.

"What about her?" he asked shakily.

"She's…she's in danger, Dean. A reaper is coming for her, and she doesn't make it…"

Dean's throat closed up. A reaper…you can't cheat death…

"Are you sure?" he managed in a tight voice.

Sam nodded, his eyes, glistening with moisture.

They knew each other's thoughts. Reapers are unstoppable. If they want you, then that's that.

"We have to try something. Maybe…maybe someone set it on her," Dean tried to sound hopeful.

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "We should leave now,"

"We're we going Sam?" he asked.

"Silver falls, Idaho."


Jo was working back at the diner. It was late, and only a few customer's remained.

She had told her boss, Marie, that she would close up.

She needed to get away from her apartment. There was just a intense atmosphere that was making her uneasy to be there.

Jo was round the back taking care of the dishes, when the bell at the counter sounded.

She wiped sudsy hands on her dirty apron and exited the kitchen.

The second she stepped out through the swinging door, she immediately regretted it.

"Jo?"

Oh Shit.

"Dean, Sam," she said brusquely, nodding to each one in turn.

"Hey how are you?" Sam asked.

"Save it Winchester. What do you want?" she snapped.

"Well we did come for coffee, but now that we have you, we need to talk," Dean said.

"Forget it Dean. I'll get your coffee, then you can get out,"

"Jo…"

She turned and pushed her way into the kitchen, her eyes burning with tears.

The minute she set eyes on Dean…it all came rushing back.

Jo picked up a pile of dirty plates and threw them against the wall, feeling momentarily satisfied as the ceramic shattered against the wall, then it went away when she realized it would probably come out of her paycheck. That, and that damn typical Dean Winchester came rushing to the rescue.

"Jo? Are you okay?" he asked, entering the kitchen.

She picked up another plate and lobbed it in his direction. "Get the fuck out Dean! Both of you! Get out!" she screamed as Dean dodged the plate.

"Whoa Jo, calm down…" he said, trying to sound calming, but he was nervous.

"Don't belittle me you miserable piece of shit! Just get the fuck out of my life!" she cried, backing into a corner.

"Jo, you're making a scene! As it is, Sam's had to close shop. The customers were scared out of their wits!" Dean tried to reason with her.

"So they should be and if I were you I would be pissing my pants right now," she growled.

Dean smirked. "Believe me I've come close,"

"YOU ALWAYS TURN EVERYTHING INTO A FUCKING JOKE! I HATE YOU!" she roared flinging another plate at him. He ducked. He was lucky.

"Jo, please be reasonable. We've come to help you." He said gently.

She pressed herself against the wall and slid down, hugging her knee's as tears slid silently down her cheeks.

"Why did you come back Dean? I was trying to forget!" she sobbed.

He crouched down in front of her. "Jo…what were you trying to forget?"

"Every time I look at you, I see your father, and remember the day that he came back to the roadhouse, without my dad. I remember my mother, drinking herself stupid. I see her pain…" she drifted off.

"Jo, I know you're feeling hurt and scared and…"

Jo cut him off. "How could you possibly know how I'm feeling?" she cried.

Suddenly, Dean was angry.

"Dammit Jo! At least you still have a mother! I lost my mom, and my father is dead! All because of me; because he didn't want me to die. He made a deal with that yellow-eyed son of a bitch. I watched in die Jo, I watched them try to revive him!"

Jo looked away in shame. "I'm sorry…" she mumbled, realizing her mistake.

It was a bad one, because Dean was crying.

"You should think before you speak," he said softly.

"I know…and I'm sorry about the plate…Do you guys wanna come back to my place? You can talk to me there,"

She was calmer now. She had no right to be bitchy in the first place. How could she put that on them?

Dean helped her up and they walked out of the kitchen to where a worried Sam was sitting.

"Is everything alright?" Sam asked tentatively.

Jo gave him a half grin. "Its cool. Just let me lock up and leave my apron. This is probably my last night."

She switched all the lights off, locked the door and stepped out into the warm spring air behind the boys.


"So what exactly is this about?" Jo asked, settling down on the couch opposite the Winchesters, with a cup of coffee.

Dean and Sam exchanged glances.

"What?"

"I had a vision," Sam murmured, avoiding Jo's gaze.

"What has that got to do with me?"

Sam didn't answer, which meant Dean had too.

"Jo, like I said, we've come to help you," he took a deep breath. "You're in danger. This vision, it almost tore him man. I was so scared…he said he saw you die. A reaper…"

Jo looked alarmed. "W-what?" she stammered.

"Jo, we're gonna stop it." Dean assured.

"You can't Dean! You can't cheat death!" she cried.

"We can. We will!"

"Dean…"

Sam cut in. "I'll go find a motel and check in to do some research. Dean, you keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't leave the apartment,"

"What? Wait! Who's ordering who around here! I can fucking take care of my self Sammy. Don't you dare think you can patronize me!"

Sam stepped back. "I think I'll go find that motel now…"

"That's right, run like a fucking coward," she hissed as a exited.

"That wasn't fair Jo…" Dean said. "He's just looking out for you."

"Your right, I'm sorry…"

"Don't apologize to me! Apologize to him! Quick, before he leaves. And come straight back!"

Jo ran out the door as she saw Sam's silhouette disappear down the dark street.

"Sam! Sam!" She called, racing down the pavement. He stopped.

"What?"

"I'm sorry Sam…I didn't mean to snap or call you a coward…" she whispered.

"Its okay…you're scared, I can understand that." He replied with a soft smile. "You should get back inside, I'll see you tomorrow," he said, turning to walk away.

"Wait, Sam." she said. He faced her and she embraced him, giving him silent thanks. He held her back.

"Goodnight Jo," he said finally walking away.

When Jo got back to the apartment, Dean was in the kitchen, making a coffee.

"You want another?" he asked, giving the liquid a stir.

"I will, but I wanna go for a shower first. I'll be a few minutes."

Dean nodded. "Just yell if you need anything," he called as she grabbed a towel and her pajamas.

She just waved a dismissive hand as she slipped into the bathroom.

The shower was blissfully hot, but she found she could not relax.

Dean was close by, and she knew she was safe, yet she couldn't help the feeling of apprehension that was creeping up on her.

Suddenly feeling alone, she turned the taps off and wrapped a fluffy blue towel around her body.

Stepping out of the shower, she peered into the mirror. She saw her reflection, pale, tired and dull eyed. Her brush clattered to the floor. Frowning, she bent down and picked it up.

She straightened, looked in the mirror, and screamed.

Standing behind her in the reflection was a tall specter in a black robe. Its face resembled a jackal, half decayed with long sharp canines. Flesh hung off its bones and its eyes glowed a deep, morbid red.

A bony hand reached out and gripped her shoulder, sending a jolt of agony through her body.

She hadn't even noticed Dean banging frantically on the door as she screamed again, tearing her eyes off the horrible thing and rushing toward the door to struggle with the lock. The door flung open and she fell into Dean's arms, sobbing hysterically and trembling violently.

"Hey, hey…its okay. Calm down," he said softly as he rubbed her naked back gently.

Suddenly, he frowned, when he noticed a bruise on her shoulder, in the shape of a skeletal hand.

"Jo, what happened?" he asked.

"I-I-it was a…I dunno what it was, but it was in a black robe, and it had the head of a jackal a-and it had these eyes…" she shuddered. "Then it grabbed me…it hurt so much. Please don't leave me Dean…"

"I won't," he promised gently. "How about that coffee?"

"N-no t-thank you. I don't feel like it anymore…" she said as he pulled her closer to try and stop her trembling.

"You need to get dressed," he said, letting go slowly.

"M-my clothes are in there…there's no way…"

He nodded and pushed the door open. He saw nothing, but Jo shrank back, seeing the specter perched on the windowsill rolling a coin over a skeletal hand. He looked up and grinned wickedly, giving her a wink before disappearing into thin air.

She whimpered.

"Jo?"

"It just went, but it was still there when you were…"

"Well its gone, here are your clothes and don't worry, I won't leave, I'll just shut my eyes…"

Jo nodded and then walked into her room, Dean following close behind.

He squeezed his eyes shut and she dried herself before pulling on her shorts and singlet.

"I'm done," she said softly. "I wanna go to bed now…but god, I'm so scared…"

Dean held pulled her close again, and she rested her head against his chest, allowing his heartbeat to comfort her.

"It's okay…I'm here now,"

For some reason, unknown to either, he leant down and brushed her lips with his. Just gently, but it made her feel safe and secure. She moved her hands up and rested them on either side of his neck, her thumbs brushing his unshaven jaw as she peered into his intense green eyes.

"Dean…"

"Shhh Jo, just let me kiss you…" he whispered pressing his lips against hers once more as she held the back of his head.

He moved his arms down so they rested on her waist, pulling her up against him.

She let out a little gasp and allowed him to pick her up to put her gently on the bed.

Stroking her still damp hair with one hand, he lay her down and moved the other hand, rough from years of the job, softly across her abdomen.

A shiver flitted through her body and she let out a contented sigh.

Then both hands held her waist. They fit there perfectly, as though she was made for his hands, and he ran them up her side, eliciting a soft moan from her.

She wore no bra, that, he could tell.

She was either very cold, or very excited. Dean guessed it was the latter.

He held a firm breast in his hand and slid the other just in the top of her shorts, running a finger across her panty-line.

"Oh, god," she said softly, as he massaged her gently.

She squirmed underneath him; she could feel his hardness. It was driving her insane.

He slipped his hand completely down her pants and stroked her gently, causing her to moan, squeezing her eyes shut.

She had do distract herself. She reached out and grabbed his hard-on, and he gasped through the kiss.

God, no chick had done it like that before…

Jo opened her eyes, to look once again at his handsome features but was met with something different.

As soon as she saw it, panic and fear darted through her body, and lengths of fiery pain caused her to convulse.

Its horrible red eyes glared hungrily at her, its teeth, glistening with saliva.

It wanted her. It wanted to taste her pure, fresh blood. It wanted to crack her young, tasty bones like twigs…

"Jo! Jo!" Dean cried as blood snaked from her nostrils and pooled on her upper lip. Her body was jerking uncontrollably, yet she stared at him, with raw fear in her eyes, and for once in a long time, he felt vulnerable, and scared.

He had only felt fear for one other woman, and that was Cassie…

"Dammit Jo! Snap out of it!"

He didn't need to ask. He knew what she was seeing, and it was scaring the absolute crap out of her.

Dean slapped her, and she blinked.

The jackal was gone.

Jo's heart was beating a mile an hour, her breathing was ragged and cold sweat dampened her brow.

"D-d-d-dean…" she gasped, gripping his biceps.

"Breathe sweetheart, you're okay, I gotcha…" he said gently, stroking her pale face, while pressing two fingers to her cartoid artery.

Too fast…

Her pulse was literally jumping out of her throat; her eyes were wild and frenzied.

Dean slid in next to her, wrapped his arms around her trembling frame, and pulled her close.

He rubbed her back soothingly and whispered reassurances into her ear.

Eventually, her breathing slowed and her pulse returned to normal and as she drifted off into an awkward slumber, Dean tightened his grip around her and kissed her gently on the forehead before slipping into his own dreams…

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