Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any characters portrayed

Note: In this story the ending of "Abandon All Hope…" Worked out a little different. Please enjoy.

Each part of this story was inspired by different songs and are named thus.

This one is "Slipped away" by Avril Lavigne

Dean drove silently up to the dark hurt him to see the darkened windows. Sam watched the lights turn off and then turned to Dean. Dean held the steering wheel tight, staring at the empty windows. The supposed to be empty windows.

"Sam, there's someone here." Dean smacked the steering wheel.

"Dean, there's no one here. Jo and Ellen died and Bobby made sure no one bought it."

"Sam, look Damn it!" He shouted. Sure enough when Sam looked there was movement in the window. A short shadow moved across then back, "Come on Sammy." Dean grabbed the sawed off shotgun next to him and opened the door, getting out and shutting it. Sam followed suit.

Dean walked into the bar and spun around in all directions. He was furious with the asshole who was running around in the Roadhouse. Especially when Jo had only died… the reality hit him… right there he almost lost it all… he would have fallen to his knees but he couldn't do that… Jo was dead but Sammy wasn't. He wouldn't put Sam in danger by weakening his awareness.

"Dean… I don't see anything." Sam was thinking the same thing that then crossed Dean's mind. What if this is Ellen's ghost? What if it was Jo's ghost? Dean couldn't handle that. He would die right there.

"Come out you son-ova-bitch! Come out and show your coward ass!" Suddenly every light turned on in the bar, painfully blinding Dean.

"Why are you boys always so noisy! We closed the bar for a reason!" Dean's legs did give out this time. He never in all his life had hoped to hear that voice again, "You alright boy?" Dean looked up at the face of Ellen Harvelle. She smiled and leaned down, "You ok?"

"Ellen?" Dean whispered. She nodded and he did something he was even surprised by, he hugged her, "God, it's so good to see you! Wait, is…" Dean started but stopped himself. There was no way.

"She's in her bedroom. Go." Dean's heart stopped and he turned to see a big grin on Sam's face. Dean stood up.

"You knew about this, Sam?" He asked through his clenched teeth.

"Yeah, but they told me not to tell." Dean looked into Sam's eyes then socked him in the jaw.

"Okay I deserved that. Go see Jo." Sam rubbed his jaw.

"Bitch."

"Jerk." Dean turned and ran to where he hoped Jo was really waiting. She lay in the bed, very fragile looking, but real and alive. Dean collapsed next to the bed and grabbed her hand. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled groggily.

"Dean." She was awake now and her free hand flew up to his head and grabbed his hair and kissed him fiercely. She parted and smiled, "Hey."

He couldn't breathe. How was this happening? Jo was alive. He smiled an dumbly said, "Hey." He could feel the hot tears flowing down his face and felt as if they took his voice with them. She suddenly winced and grabbed her side and Dean's stomach flipped.

"Ouch. Still hurts. But it's ok. I got all stitched up after Dad saved us."

"What? Your dad's dead."

"And for a while now I was dead, fight? Well, Dad is dead but he still saved us. They haven't told you, have they?"

"Told me?" Dean whispered questioningly.

"We sat in the store and Mom held me after unbarring the door. She was ready to blow the place when a ghost swept down and picked me up. At first Mom thought it was some bastard trying to take me away or something but she says she saw his face. It was Dad. She swears it. I was unconscious. Well after we got far enough away the bomb went off without any help. Then I dropped into Mom's arms and she carried me to the nearest hospital where they treated me for the worst dog attack wounds they had ever seen."

"So you have been alive this whole time? " Dean felt the pain in his heart. Deep.

"I wanted to tell you but you were fighting for the world and I couldn't drag you away from that for my own reasons. I'm sorry I hurt you but you needed it." Her hand ran through his short hair as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Joanna Beth Harvelle. Your Mother will probably send me back to hell for this but I should have done it years ago and there is no better time than now. Will you marry me." Dean whispered.

"What?" Jo looked down at the hand her had held up and pressed ligtly between her breats. The most gorgeous diamond ring sparkled in his hand. She smiled and tears ran down her face."

"Are you sure you didn't know I was here?" She whispered through sobs.

"I didn't know. This has been on a chain around my neck since two weeks before you died. I wanted to give it to you but never found the right time then we went on the hunt then you…" She cut off his ramblings with a kiss.

"Yes. She whispered, their lips barely parting then he smiled and kissed her, wrapping his arms gently around her. He was officially tha happiest man alive.