*Author Note*

**Characters are not mine. Anything seeming familiar is not mine**

*This is just something that's been floating around in my head. Please review I would love your criticism. Let me know if something needs changing **

It Starts With A Memory

The phone buzzes in the cup holder, caller-id reads Mom. I snatch up the phone before it has a chance to go to voicemail.

"Hey Mom, what's up?" I say turning down the radio.

"Joanna, I… Are you driving?" her voice shakes.

"Yea… why? Mom, what… what's wrong?"

"I need you to pull over."

"What? Mom, I ca-" she cuts me off her voice stern.

"Joanna, pull the car over now." There's that tone, you do not mess with that tone, I think. I signal my turn and pull up next to the curb.

"There, I pulled over. Okay? Now, what happened?" my stomach starts churning.

"Honey, I… I am so sorry." her voice is full of sorrow and concern.

"You're scaring me… Mom just tell me, please…"

"Jo, it's… they couldn't… he's… he's gone baby. Dean's gone."

I snap back to reality just before I almost run a red light. Remembering that day always hits me like a ton of bricks. Still after four months, still I can't handle thinking of that moment, of him. Tears sting in my eyes, I blink them away. They'll just have to wait until I get home, I think. Just one more block and then I'm at my apartment. Stepping down from my truck I get splashed by a passing car that drove through the puddle in the middle of the road.

"Come on! Are you KIDDING me?"

Walking in to my apartment lobby I get the feeling someone's behind me. Calmly I walk into the stairwell and check my pocket for my knife. Standing beside the stairwell door I wait, but no one comes through the door. Well it's been five minutes, I think as I walk up the two flights of stairs to my floor. I unlock my door and walk in. Something feels off, but I push it aside and walk into the kitchen for a beer. The floor board squeaks behind me, I quickly reach for my knife but a hand has already caught my arm bring it to my side. Bringing my other arm around, beer in hand, hitting him over the head and shoving him back. He recovers quickly be grabbing my arm in a vice grip and pulling it down to my side. Still behind me I manage to stomp down on his foot making him stumble for just a moment. Long enough for to reach the drawer and grab a knife. I take a step back with the knife out in front of me.

'What do you want?" I demand not seeing that he's already taken two steps towards me. "Stop," I say realizing that he is now in good range to snatch my knife. With one quick movement he knocks the knife out of my hand and grabbing my hand and the knife slides under the table.

"Stop or I'll put it behind your back." The voice, really familiar, warned. "Now, I'm going to reach into your pocket and that knife of yours, do not try anything." He takes the knife and allows me to turn around. I look up into his hazel eyes and then I see him crack a smile, and he lets go of my arm. "Hey, Jo."

"Dean?" I automatically reach for the bottle of holy water on the counter. He intercepts my hand, bringing it back down to my side.

"Really? Come on, Jo it's me. I'm not some demon, shape shifter, or ghoul. Bobby and Sam already did the basics, here call them." Handing me his phone with Bobby's number typed in. I grab the phone out of his hand and hit call.

"Dean? Where the hell did you go?" Bobby sounded pissed.

"Bobby, it's me Jo. Is it actually Dean, Bobby?"

"Yea it's actually him. Sam and I both checked. Jo we checked everything in the book, it's really him." He sounded better, less angry.

"Thanks, Bobby. I'll… uh…I'll talk to you later." I hang up the phone and just stare at Dean.

"So, can I have a beer or not?" he said that crooked smile of his growing.

*I don't think I'm getting the characters down right. Also not sure how I like it…but I'm going to write more. Review please?