A/N: Here's my different version of Supernatural with the Croatoan virus experience. I plan on it being a longer story. Hope you like it, please review and ask any questions you may have.

Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to CW

CARTHAGE

"JO!" Ellen Harvelle yelled as her daughter was stolen from her side. Sam, Dean, and Ellen ran to the nearby hardware store to escape the hellhounds. Jo had vanished and the three hunters were left in the dark store. "We need to find her," Ellen gasped as she collapsed to the floor.

"Hey, it's okay," Sam tried to reassure her. "We'll find her." He could see from Ellen's wounds that she wasn't going to make it. It didn't take her long to realize her own fate, and the elder Harvelle decided the best chance at her daughter surviving was for the Winchesters to go after her.

"Stop. Dean come here," she muttered. He slowly approached her with a sullen look on his face.

"We're going to find her Ellen," he tried to reason.

"No. We're not. You two are." He looked at her in confusion, and she continued. "I can't even move. We've got all the right supplies. Make a bomb, and I can give you guys some time. I need you to find my daughter. Please Dean," Ellen begged. Dean couldn't form any words as he nodded.

"Let me go!" Jo Harvelle screeched, kicking and hitting with everything she had left. The hellhound had injured her pretty badly, but not as bad as her mother. Jo wanted to find her mom, to make sure that Ellen was alright. The demon slapped her and tied her wrists together, securing the rope above her head. At the movement, more blood gushed from her stomach wounds. Crying out in agony, it was at that moment Jo truly believed she wasn't going to survive. Thinking back on her life while trying to drown out the demon and his cruel laughs, she thought of her father. Memories of him coming home after a ling hunt filled her mind as she tried to forget the pain. Jo's thoughts shifter to her mother and how she wished she had the chance to say a real goodbye. Suddenly, Dean Winchester overtook her mind and she whispered his name.

"Jo!" she heard Dean's voice and realized that she wasn't just thinking of him, but he was actually there. Pain flooded her senses once again and she screamed his name for help. Watching him and Sam run towards her, she slowly lost consciousness.

Running as fast as he could, Dean saw Jo and the demon. Sam lunged for the demon and a cloud of black smoke was soon visible. Dean raced towards Jo and cut the rope that was holding her arms up. Seeing that she wasn't conscious enough to stand, he put an arm under her knees and the other behind her shoulders. Carrying Jo towards the Impala he yelled for Sam. "Drive!" Before it comes back!" Sam nodded and ran around to the driver's side. Dean climbed in the backseat with Jo in his arms. "Come on Jo, hang in there," Dan pleaded. He saw the severity of her injuries and knew that if she didn't get stitched up soon she probably wouldn't make it.

Sneaking into a hotel room at the first place they found, Dean carried Jo to the closest bed and gently set her down. "Grab the kit," Dean instructed Sam. While Sam fumbled with the first aid kit Dean grabbed his knife, and cut Jo's tank top so he could stitch her up. Seconds later he grabbed the needle from Sam and started to stitch her biggest gash that ran up her right side. "Sam, take the colt. Lucifer dies tonight," Dean said while stitching Jo. Sam took off and Dean continued his work. He was thankful that Jo was unconscious for the process. Once he finished the largest gash he moved to the second one that wasn't quite as big above her pant line. Twenty minutes went by and Jo was finally all sewn up. "You're in bad shape, but you'll live," he said to her sleeping form.

As he watched her steady breathing and waited for Sam to return, he realized that he could never lose Jo. The job was important, sure, but if they lost everyone they cared for it wasn't worth much. Rescuing her from the demon and seeing what he did to her nearly killed him. All rational thoughts escaped his mind as he focused on keeping Joanna Harvelle alive. Feelings that he had worked so hard to suppress all rushed to the surface. Wrapping her up in the sheet, he pulled up a chair and sat next to her. He saw Sam enter the hotel room, and felt like one of the biggest failures when he heard the news. The colt didn't work. The room fell to silence. Even though he was dirty and a wreck, Dean couldn't bring himself to leave Jo's side. Throughout his life Dean Winchester had lost so many people that he didn't think he could physically handle any more loss. Not moving, he remained in the chair next to Jo's place on the bed.

The night continued on, and Sam went out to buy dinner. They weren't saying much, both too exhausted from their attempt to kill the devil. The minute Dean began to drift off in the uncomfortable armchair, screams filled the room. Snapping his eyes open he saw Jo thrashing and grabbing at her stitches. "Hey! Hey Jo, it's me. It's Dean. Shh…" he said as he grabbed her face to look at him.

"Dean?" she gasped.

"Yeah, it's me," he managed a small smile.

"Where's my mom?" was the first thing she asked. Jo could tell by the way he looked at her that she now had no parents. Breaking down into uncontrollable sobs, Jo lost control of herself.

"Come here," Dean said grabbing her, and trying to be comforting as he held her. Feeling something wet, he looked down and realized that she had ripped open a few stitches. "Jo, you gotta lay down, we've got open stitches." She was eased back to a lying position as Dean grabbed the first aid kit again. Jo fell quiet as silent tears came. She felt Dean fixing the stitches in her abdomen, and reality hit her like a ton of bricks. Pain raced through her body, and she grimaced and began to whimper. Noticing her discomfort, Dean grabbed a couple pills from a bottle and handed them to her. Without a word, she swallowed them and accepted the water he gave her. Exhaustion overtook her and she passed out once again. When Jo awoke next it was night. She could faintly hear snoring and saw Sam sleeping in the other bed. Slowly turning her neck, she saw Dean Winchester sitting on the bed right next to her with his head against the headboard. She could tell that he was sleeping, and was curious as to why he hadn't taken the couch. Taking a deep breath, she slowly let tears escape. Trying to be as quiet as possible, she was able to mourn in peace.

"Jo," Sam said, tapping her shoulder. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw the younger Winchester. "Mornin'," Sam said, giving her a weak smile. She just nodded and tried to sit up. It took a lot of effort and some help from Sam, but she was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs dangling. Her eyebrows scrunched together as she realized that she was only in her bra and pants. Giving Sam a confused look, he blushed. "Dean cut it to stitch you up," he explained. "Dean's in the shower. We're heading back to Bobby's today," Sam finished, turning to pack his bag.

Dean stood in front of Jo, packing his bag. Sam had gone to check them out of the hotel. Jo still hadn't said a word since her breakdown in front of Dean.

"Thank you," she whispered, and went back to staring at the window.

"Uh, you're welcome. Thought we were gonna lose you for a bit there," he said, looking at her still form.

It didn't take them long until they arrived at Bobby's. Dean carried Jo straight inside to an open room upstairs. "You alright?" he asked her.

"Just leave me alone. I don't wanna talk right now," she said, rolling so her back faced him. Nodding, he left in understanding. There was nothing he could say that would bring Ellen back. He knew she needed time to herself.

"How she holdin' up?" Bobby asked Sam.

"Not sure. She's not really talking."

"Girl just lost her mama, what do you expect?" Bobby said.

"I know," Sam commented, drinking a cup of coffee. "What now?"

"I don't know Sam," Bobby sighed.