Almost 2 years, Dean Winchester thought to himself while pressing a bottle of Jack Daniels to his lips. Two whole shitty years. He'd thought about her everyday since the night she died. Golden hair, big, brown eyes, her small frame and the thirst to prove herself. There was something about Jo Harvelle that that had stuck with him.
Dean was never much of a romantic, nor did he like to admit his feelings, but the crushing sensation he'd felt when he realized that Jo was going to die that night in Carthage only assured his fears that he'd fallen in love. All his life Dean had sworn he'd do anything to not end up like his dad, bitter from losing someone so special to him, but when he walked into Harvelle's Roadhouse for the first time and laid eyes on Ellen's daughter, he was screwed and he knew it. Maybe he hadn't known that Jo would die, but he knew they could never have a normal, happy, apple pie life. That just wasn't in either of their cards with both of their parents being in the hunting life. He'd also had it burned into his mind that Winchester's just don't get happy endings, and they bring nothing but danger with them wherever they go.
The moment he saw Jo was the moment he forgot all of that. He fought the feelings at first, but their flirty encounters had always left him with more than just lust. Dean knew that if he ever had the chance of a normal life then he'd want it with Jo. He could picture their house, blue shutters, white picket fence, and a fully loaded garage for him to work on his baby. But that would never happen now because she'd sacrificed herself to save him and Sam's asses.
Every time his mind flashed back to their last moment together, he couldn't help but nearly break down. Their first kiss had been their last, and that broke him to pieces. Maybe if he would have manned up and told her how he felt before Carthage things would have turned out different. Maybe-
His thoughts were interrupted by a banging on the door. It sounded desperate and he heard a thud on the front step shortly after. He quickly moved his feet from the table and got off the couch to open the door to Bobby's place. What he found had his jaw drop to the ground. Laying there in front of him was Jo Harvelle. And she looked like Hell.