A/N already posted and then realised that I didn't put a disclaimer or anything... oops!

So here goes - I don't own anything, wish I did, just playing, I promise to return them in a fairly good condition although they might be slightly banged up - then again, this is supernatural so it isn't anything out of the ordinary!

I have a bad feeling about this story since it's already taken epic proportions in my head - meaning I have enough scenes for this story in my head to fill a medium length book - and that's never good and has a tendency to only get worse over time!

Plus, I'm going to be bringing Jo Harvelle into this story - I know not all people like her but I just love her and the actress that portrays here - Alona Tal rocks and she's from right here in Israel!!! I wich they'd bring her back on the show but since it looks like she's got a recurring role on another show i doubt it - and since the wirters of the show wouldn't do it - I figured I'd just do it myself and write her into my story!

So here goes! Please send me your reviews

Dean craned his neck and took a glance over the dashboard of the Impala at the empty parking lot in front of him, before settling back down into the driver's seat. Still no sign of the demon, and the waiting game was starting to get old.

"Come on already" He muttered to himself and settled more comfortably into his chair, reaching over to the passenger seat and checking his weapon of choice for the hundredth time: A large bottle of holy water and a gun - of course, shooting the demon was considered the last course of action since it was currently inhabiting a human innocent body - but it was good to have the thing just in case.

He picked up the gun and started fiddling with the gun, partly to chase away the boredom, but mostly just trying to keep himself awake.

The last few weeks had been long and excruciating. After that night at the cemetery, demonic activity had gone through the roof all over the country. He and Sam were barely catching up with these bastards and sleep was a rare commodity as of late.

They took Ellen back to what was left of the 'Roadhouse' about a week after the night at the cemetery and now she was busy gathering information and trying to re-build the bar. Now, more than ever, it was important for hunters to have a place where they could gather and share information.

Bobby Stayed with them for a while longer - Dean suspected it had something to do with wanting to keep an eye on them and make sure they were ok after the events of that night and the days leading up to it - until it was decided that they would be able to cover more ground if they split up and he left for his own hunt about a week before.

Which left just him and Sam.

And these days - that wasn't necessarily a good thing. With each passing day his younger brother was becoming more driven and determined to save him from that deal he made at the crossroads. His search for answers was quickly turning into a full blown obsession with every free moment spent gathering information and following leads to anything and everything that might be able to help him save Dean. The whole thing, coupled with those sad and guilty looks Sam kept sending his way whenever he thought Dean wasn't looking, was starting to make him seriously uncomfortably.

A movement caught his eye and jerked him back to the present situation. They had been tracking this demon for a week now. The thing had a nasty habit of leaving a trail of bodies in its wake - most of them belonging to his previous hosts, which made hunting the thing down even more difficult then usual. By the time they managed to figure out who the demon was possessing, all that was left was a body with it's throat slashed and traces of sulfur indicating the demon had already jumped into the next available body. One of the bodies belonged to a known demon hunter that used to be a regular at Ellen's bar, the others were just random people that stumbled into the demon's path.

The finally managed to track him down and follow him to this bar just off the main highway, on the outskirts of a small town called Aragon in Georgia. The only problem was that in order to be able to kill the damn thing without hurting the host, they had to get it isolated - which proved to be the tricky part.

Finally he watched as the door to the bar opened and the demon, possessing the body of a large and burly truck driver this time, came out and headed to his truck. A moment after the demon pulled out of the dusty parking lot, the passenger door opened and Sam came in from where he was standing watch by the back entrance and the two of them silently drove off, following the demon. The truck made its way into the quiet streets of the small town but turned before going too far into the more populated areas and headed down the street to what looked like a large empty warehouse of some sorts.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look, there was really no need to talk since they both knew they were thinking the same thing - this could be their chance to get the demon alone and finally get rid of the thing. They quickly got out of the Impala and followed the thing inside - careful to do so as quietly as possible. They crept behind a few crates and saw the demon kneeling in the middle of the warehouse, performing some kind of ritual, chanting in some unrecognizable language.

They split and started advancing closer to the demon when the thing suddenly stopped chanting "Sam and Dean Winchester!" It said in a cheerful tone without bothering to look back at them "I've been wondering how long it would be before I saw the two of you in person"

With a small flick of its wrist the demon sent both Sam and Dean flying across the room in opposite directions. Dean Felt pain shoot though his entire body as he hit a stack of wooden crates and fell hard to the concrete floor. A grunt from the other side of the room told him that Sam wasn't faring much better. He tried to stumble back to his feet as the demon got up and started heading towards him while moving his hand in Sam's direction - a movement that was followed by a yell and another crashing sound as Sam was tossed yet again. "I must tell you, this meeting couldn't have come at a better time for me. Eliminating you two is really going to help me in my little quest…"

He made another small movement with his hand and Dean felt his chest tighten all of the sudden as unimaginable unseen pressure was suddenly placed on his body "You boys really shouldn't be messing with things you know nothing about… didn't anyone ever tell you the story about how curiosity killed the cat?"

The demon crouched next to him with a smirk as he withered in pain on the floor and Dean used to opportunity of the demon's proximity to reach into his pocket and pull out a bottle of holy water, throwing it right in the demon's face, watching in satisfaction as the things pulled back and growled in pain.

He saw Sam run across the room and lunge at the demon as the pressure on his chest was suddenly lifted and he managed to gasp for breath once again. But the demon was stronger then they anticipated and recovered quickly, getting Sam off him and sending several punches into his abdomen before sending him skidding into the opposite wall. Dean started crawling to his gun which was lying on the floor a few feet away having been knocked out of his hand in the initial staged of the struggle, but the demon was on him before he could get to it. The demon's hands closed around his throat and started squeezing, cutting oxygen to his lungs and blood flow to his brain. He struggled but the demon pushed a knee into his back and pinned him down even harder, he could feel the blackness starting to envelope him and knew that he only had a few short moments before he would black out - and then it was game over.

Suddenly, he heard the demon grunt and it's grip around Dean's throat loosened. Seizing the opportunity, Dean pushed the demon off of him and turned around, expecting to see Sam standing there - instead he saw the all too familiar figure of a beautiful petite blond, in a pair of faded jeans and an old leather jacket, standing over the demon with an equally familiar bloody knife in her hands.

"Jo!?"

But the moment of hesitation and the two of them stared at each other was all the demon needed. In a split second both he and Jo were tossed across the room and the demon got up and ran out of the warehouse, clutching its injured shoulder.

Every bone in his body was screaming at him to stay down but he couldn't. Pushing through the pain, he got back to his feet as quickly as he could and grabbed his gun, glanced around to reassure himself that both Sam and Jo were ok and slowly getting back to their feet, and followed the demon.

He managed to get to the end of the street just in time to hear the tire screech of a car speeding away and nearly stumbled over the body of the man whom he just fought in the warehouse who was lying on the pavement, his shoulder still bleeding and his neck twisted in an odd angle.

Footsteps behind his alerted him to Sam's presence even before his younger brother appeared at his side, panting, clutching his ribs, and closely followed by Jo, who was bleeding from a cut on her forehead.

"Dean, what happened? Did you get it?"

"No!" Dean nearly yelled in frustration and kicked a nearby lamp post "That damn thing took someone else! Damn it!"