One: I Think I'm Gonna Like it Here

Gadreel's stomach dropped as the floor seemed to fall out from under him. He was falling, down, down, down, plunging to the earth, speed increasing, faster and faster, too fast to take in his surroundings. The fall ended quickly and painfully as he smashed into the earth, his Father's Creation. His wings damaged, the pain immeasurable. He groaned as he slowly sat up, looking around him to the seemingly barren forest deprived of humans. He looked up at the sky as his brothers and sisters continued to fall to the earth, burning as they fell. He needed a vessel and he needed to hide.

Joanna Beth Harvelle sat next to Sam's hospital bed, holding his large hand in her small one. The grief counselor had just left, and Dean had gone to get Crowley.

"Sammy," the blonde murmured quietly. "I know you're tempted… you probably see Jess, your mom, your dad…" She shook her head. "I'm not going to beg you. I just want you to know…if you do go, I've got Dean. I know it's not gonna be easy on any of us, but I promise-"

Dean stormed into the hospital room followed by a man that Jo didn't recognize. Instantly, the blonde huntress was on her feet, angel blade at the ready.

"Jo," Dean grunted, "relax. He's on our team." Jo looked him over skeptically before meeting Dean's eyes and lowering her weapon. "Alright, Zeke, there you go," Dean sighed, gesturing to his comatose brother. The man, Zeke, walked to Sam's bedside opposite of Jo. "You can still heal right?" he asked as though it was an afterthought.

Zeke nodded before laying a hand on Sam's chest. Zeke shook his head slowly. "He is so weak," he murmured.

Jo jumped as Dean's cell phone suddenly rang. Meeting eyes with the huntress, he nodded toward the angel before heading into the hallway.

"Are you able to help him?" Jo asked quietly. Zeke sighed before meeting her eyes. Jo couldn't help but notice how beautiful his eyes were. Not many could compete with Dean's green gems…but this man…angel, almost had him beat.

"I hope so," he replied simply. Jo nodded before feeling the floor shake beneath her. She grabbed onto the railing of Sam's bed just as Dean burst in.

"One of yours?" he asked Zeke, who nodded.

"Attempting to secure a vessel. We must leave."

"If we leave, he dies," Jo argued, straightening.

Zeke met her eyes. "If we do not…we will all die." Without even thinking, Dean rushed into action, grabbing a wipe off marker from a nearby board and drawing sigils around the room. Only when he was done did he turn to the angel.

"You gonna be okay with these?"

Zeke grit his teeth. "I shall manage."

Dean nodded before looking back at Jo. "Watch the door." The blonde nodded, moving to cover the door as he ducked into the hallway. She turned to watch as Zeke started moving his hands from Sam's chest to his head.

"Can you fix it?" Jo screamed as a weapon collided with the door on her back. From the other side of the door she heard Dean yelling and then it was quiet. Until the monitors started going off. Instinctively Jo moved back to Sam's side. "Sam….Sam!"

"What the hell is going on?" Dean demanded.

"This just started," Zeke informed him. "And I am weaker than I believed. I am sorry," he murmured.

"No. No. No sorrys!" Dean yelled. "I fight, you save!"

"I cannot promise…but I may be able to fix your brother from the inside."

Jo frowned. "Inside?"

"Possession," Dean muttered, staring at the angel. Dean shook his head. "There's no way he'd say yes to that."

Zeke nodded. "Then there is nothing I can do…" The angel turned and headed for the door. Dean looked at Sam's comatose body before sighed.

"Give me proof," Dean muttered, making the angel pause and turn around. "Give me proof of how bad he is." Nodding, the angel placed a hand on Sam's forehead before turning to Dean.

"Close your eyes," he murmured before laying his free hand on Dean's forehead. In what, to Jo, only seemed like a few seconds Dean snapped back.

"Do it," he demanded. Closing her eyes and covering her ears, Jo waited as Zeke's grace into Sam's body. Once the high pitch screeching died down she opened her eyes, seeing his old vessel passed out on the floor and Sam, Zeke, sitting up. "Awesome. Let's go," Dean ordered. The three of them rushed out the door.

Hours later, Jo was allowed to drive the Impala while Dean snoozed in the back seat. Sam on the outside appeared to be resting and Jo assumed that both Sam and Zeke needed all the rest they could get. Slowly a groan escaped from Sam, but when his eyes opened Jo knew it wasn't Sam.

"You doing okay, Zeke?" Jo asked.

The angel nodded, looking the blonde over. "I apologize. I do not know your name."

"Jo," the blonde smiled. "And don't worry about it. We were a little busy."

He nodded. "Indeed. I am Ezekiel."

Jo looked at him briefly. "So how are you liking Earth, Ezekiel?"

The angel shook his head. "It…it is strange. It has been a long time since I have been here."

Jo nodded. "I'm sure."

Ezekiel continued to look her over. "I have seen some of Sam's memories…he is quite fond of you."

Jo nodded again. "Sam's a good friend."

"That is quite…apparent."

"I owe both him and Dean a lot. They took me in after… My mom died a couple years ago. They've kinda been the only family I've had since."

The angel nodded. "Family is important."

"Yeah…yeah it is." Ezekiel adjusted in his seat. "Get some sleep," Jo told him. "I'll wake you up when we stop." Ezekiel nodded before closing his eyes, which was when Dean's eyes ripped open.

"Sam," he gasped, sitting up.

"He's right here, Dean," Jo told him quietly. Dean nodded before laying back in the seat.

"Since when have you been driving, Harvelle?"

Jo smirked. "Since you nearly crashed us into a highway barrier because you were so sleepy."

"Fair," Dean groaned.

Jo sighed, meeting his eyes through the rearview mirror. "You made the right choice, Dean."

Dean stared at her. "What?" Jo shrugged. Dean shook his head. "I pulled my brother back from the brink of death because I can't stand to be alone. If that doesn't mean I have issues I don't know what does."

"Sam would have done the same thing," she told him.

Dean shook his head again. "You heard him. He doesn't care about me."

"Bullshit," Jo muttered. "Besides, if he didn't do it, I would."

"Jo…"

"I'm serious. After… after Mom…and Bobby, you two are the only thing I've got left. I can't lose either of you."

Dean sighed. "It'll never come to that. I promise." Jo nodded. Dean sighed and looked at Sam's sleeping body. "Do you trust him?"

"Do we have another choice?" Jo asked quietly.

Dean nodded his agreement, stretching when he saw a sign for a rest stop. "Alright, Harvelle. Pull over."

Jo shook her head but did as he said.