AN: Hey ya'll! Just a quick word - a story 'bout Jo and Dean - love to hear what you think or how I can make it better I need you to R/R for this story to go on. Also gonna post the songs that I use for this story randomly at the start of the chapter... well, just because that is what influences me to write the chapters.

But it's not forever

...it's just tonight.

Sex On Fire - Kings of Leon

Jo Harvelle fell on to the ground.

It had been quite a while she since she had last felt any pain at all, and she didn't miss it one bit.

She groaned and pulled herself up with stinging palms.

There was nothing but the setting sun on the horizon, casting a golden glow on the wheat fields. The barren and isolated crossroads stretched out from underneath her, snaking their way through the country side. If the case wasn't so serious, Jo would've called the scenery pretty.

"Glad to see you drop by!" a voice exclaimed behind her.

A man, probably in his late thirties stood a few feet behind her. He was dressed from foot to neck in black, with his hands stuffed inside his trench coat pockets and an apparent pleased expression planted on his smug face.

Jo huddled herself, watching him watch her. "Where am I?"

He chuckled, enjoying some sort of private joke. "How's your head?"

Her head throbbed and Jo had to grit her teeth to ignore the pain. "Just perfect."

"Manners," he reminded, smiling his cat-like smile. He started to circle her slowly. "Well, let's get back to what matters most. And that is why you're here, why I'm here and what we're doing here."

He walked a couple of feet closer to her, but Jo reacted defensively and took two retreating steps.

"Who are you?" Jo asked cautiously.

He stopped, still smirking. "Oh, just guess."

Jo didn't have to be a genius. "You're a demon."

"I'm not any normal demon, sweet heart," he said. "I'll give you a hint: King of the Crossroads, demon who had the Colt..?"

Jo shook her head. Even though it felt a long time since she had last been here, Jo had the memories like they only happened yesturday. "Crowley," she fumed.

"Bingo!" Crowley said, pleased. "And you're next question is..."

"Why am I here?" She felt like she was in a horrible sit-com.

"That's a beauty, isn't it?" Crowley smirked, before getting back to business. "You're here because I'm here. You see, you're someone's deal and I am the dealer. Therefore, you're back on the rock, more alive than you have been in hell... a year and a half."

Jo didn't know how to react, so she reached in to her pocket as a reflex to draw her father's iron knife-

"Looking for this?" Crowley offered, looking at the small knife in his hand.

Jo felt a pulse of anger run through her as she watched the demon fiddle with her fathers knife. "Give that back."

Crowley inspected it for one more moment and shrugged, flipping the tip to hand her the handle. "I almost forgot to give you this. You left it in the rubble after that spectacular kamakaze attack."

Jo hesitated looking at the knife. Was it a trick? Was he going to kill her when she took it? She took the knife with trepidation. "Uh... thanks."

She held onto it tightly, not sure whether to put it in her pocket or not. Crowley seemed at ease though, watching her closely. "Any other questions before we head off out of this blasted place?"

"You said I was a part of a deal," Jo said slowly.

Crowley chuckled darkly. "That infomation is kept between myself and them," he continued. "But you were sent down with your memories erased about your afterlife for one specific reason."

His eyes glinted and Jo shivered. "What's this... reason?"

Crowely smiled. "You can have a happy, free life with the man you love. No more demons, no more hunts. Paradise for the both of you. You could live the perfect life with Dean Winchester."

Dean. Jo felt her heart break inside when she thought of Dean and what he had said when he left her for the last time. Jo tried not to look shifted by Crowley's words, even though her insides were eating her up. "What's the catch?" Jo asked, narrowing her eyes.

Crowley shrugged. "All you have to do is make Dean Winchester go back to good old hunting. Make him become a hunter again and search and fight evil," Crowley said. "Make the world safer and so on."

"And what happens if I say no?" Jo asked, crossing her arms.

He sighed, "you get sent back to whatever pit you come from and Dean loses his soul to some poor demon and loses his way."

"Dean gave up hunting?" Jo asked, confused. Dean had mentioned that he wanted to, but she would never had thought in a million years that he had given up so soon.

"Sam died," Crowley replied. "And Dean stopped hunting."

She felt horrible. Jo couldn't imagine how it affected Dean. She closed her eyes, feeling the tears burn. When she opened them, she had one more question. Possibly one to help the man she loved and to give him some peace. "If I say yes, when Dean hunts... will he meet Sam?"

Crowley smiled his cat like smile. "If Dean if persueded to hunt again, he can save Sam."

Jo nodded. "And he will have his soul..."

"And you two can be together," Crowley threw in. "So a deal or not?"

Jo closed her eyes, not knowing if she did the right thing. "Okay. Deal."