The night was cold and damp when Dean stepped out of the Roadhouse. He left Sam behind to do research with Ash. His mind was so full with words from lore books, black and white pictures from old news paper articles, and images of his dads handwriting from his journal, that he couldn't think straight. He just needed a minute to himself. He needed the jolt of energy that the crisp air always brought him.

His eyes were heavy and blood shot. He hasn't had his regular four hours of sleep in about two days, yet somehow he kept going. He walked to the front of the Impala and slid himself up on to the hood. He laid back with his head in his hands and took a deep breath. He stared up at the sky not able to see a single star. The clouds were so full all he could see was the dull glow of the moon barely peaking its way through. As soon as his eyes began to close and he was drifting off to sleep, a voice jerked him awake.

"Dean it's going to be okay, we will figure something out, we always do" Jo said.

Somehow just her presence gave Dean comfort.

"This time seems different. It's like we're searching the bottom of the barrel and it's empty" he said harshly as he began to sit up. Jo pulled herself up next to Dean. She could see the defeat in his eyes.

"Just because it feels like a failure right now, doesn't mean we won't win in the end. We always do." She said with hope in her voice. But, in the back of her mind, even she didn't quite believe it.

There was a brief moment of deafening silence. Although Dean was passed exhaustion, he was now wide awake. As his mind started to drift back to all the lore he's been reading it halted as soon as Jo laid her head against Deans shoulder, her long blonde hair hanging down his arm.

He shifted his eyes down to look at her but instead found himself laying his head across the top of hers. He wrapped his arm around her and could feel her warmth radiating against him. He couldn't help but crack a slight smile. For a fleeting second he felt alright, like everything really would work out. He felt her body shift closer to him, her left hand on his knee. His heart began to speed up. He wanted this to go further, he wanted to press his lips against hers. But at the same time he didn't want to get closer to Jo. When you get close to someone, it distracts you. The world was at war, almost at the end. He couldn't afford the distraction of worrying about her. He couldn't stand the thought of losing her.

"Jo.." he began.

She turned her head to look up at him.

"Jo.." he said again, but before he could finish, her lips were pressed against his.

She slowly pulled away and looked at him with a smirk on her face.

"You know, with the world ending and all.." she said with laughter in her voice.

Dean looked at her, still slightly in shock and managed to say, " You're stilling my best line"

He reached down and placed his hand at the nape of her neck and slowly pulled her in for another kiss. Just as their lips met, Dean could hear Sam calling his name, but he seemed so far away. He looked around and couldn't see him.

Suddenly his eyes opened. It took him a minute to realize it had only been a dream.

He sat on the edge of his bed and ran his fingers through his hair. Flash backs of hell hounds and the heat of an explosion ran through his mind. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He wiped his face, slid on his jeans and walked over to Sam.

"It had all been just a dream." He said to himself.