Sitting, wishing, hoping, desiring - but not praying. Dean was not one for praying. Ever since Jo risked her life for the Winchesters and died in the process, Dean had been longing just to hear her voice again- mocking him, disagreeing with him half of the time. She was one of the only girls he'd met that wasn't afraid to speak her mind, stood up for what she believed in, and did whatever she wanted.

Dean stared at his empty beer bottle, as he daydreamt of seeing Jo again. Snapping himself out of the trance he looked at the clock it read: 11:48 pm. He placed his bottle on the counter, putting a five dollar bill next to it, and left the bar. Sam had taken the '67 impala to go on a hunt, so Dean had to walk all the way to his motel room. As Dean walked away from the bar, it was almost midnight; there was no one on the streets, but he could have sworn someone was right behind him. Dean believed it was just his imagination, maybe he drank too much tonight, it could have just been an animal, or maybe he was crazy. Just in case though, Dean gripped his shotgun in the side of his pants very tightly. He ripped it out and turned around- nothing. He placed the gun where it was before and continued to walk. As Dean turned a corner he heard someone speak his name, he was not crazy someone was there for sure.

The person who spoke his name was no other than Jo. Looking as beautiful as always, she gave him small smile.

"Jo?" Dean said, with his voice cracking.

"It's good to see you again Dean." Jo looked the same as before she died. She was even wearing the exact outfit. Expect it was clean- not one sign of blood on it, it was as if nothing had happened.

Dean didn't believe for a second that Jo was actually here, alive. He had obviously too much to drink, or maybe he's sleeping. Yeah, he is, this is all a dream and soon he will wake up regretting that his encounter with Jo, a girl he was falling for, was just a dream.

"I know what you're thinking Dean. That I'm not here, that I'm just another monster maybe a shapeshifter or a ghoul, but I'm not. I'm really here." She smiled, but Dean was still not convinced.

"Prove it." Dean spoke, taking a hold of his shotgun just in case she actually was a creature.

"Prove it? I just got back from the dead. Do you honestly think I have a silver knife in my pocket to cut myself with to prove that I'm not a shapeshifter?"

Back from the dead. Now it all made sense. "You're a zombie."

Jo couldn't help but laugh. "A zombie, really dean? When I said back from the dead, I meant I was pulled out of hell. Just like you!"

"Who pulled you out?" Dean was beginning to believe her. It wasn't impossible to be pulled out of hell, he knows that.

"As if I had any idea. Do you think it was Cas?"

"Cas would have told me."

"Who else would have done it?"

"That's what we're going to find out."

Dean motioned his beloved Jo to come follow him and she did. Dean couldn't believe she was back. It was impossible, but it happened and he couldn't be any happier. He smiled a bit, he finally got the second chance he wanted and now it wasn't the wrong place nor the wrong time. Unless of course, she was actually a monster.