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A/N: Here's chapter two my friends, how are you thinking it is so far? You know I value your opinion's highly, which is why I ask, so don't hesitate to review, you just might make my day!

SUPERNATURAL

DARKNESS RISING.

CHAPTER TWO- Always the Innocent:

She was pretending that it wasn't affecting her.

She didn't want Dean to think she was weak, like she had been last night. She wouldn't allow herself to be scared.

"Jo, I know that this dream scared you okay, so don't try to hide it," The eldest Winchester said. "I won't think any less of you…"

Jo knew he spoke the truth, but somehow, she just couldn't…

The scene flashed before her again, for a little longer this time.

She grasped Dean's hand and cried out.

She could almost literally feel the blade as it passed through her.

As the scene dissolved, so did her consciousness.

Black crept into the edge of her vision, and Dean's concerned voice was muffled and sounding like a badly tuned radio.

"Jo? Jo!" he cried.

But she wouldn't answer.

Couldn't answer.

The last thing she remembered before succumbing to the darkness was the incessant laughter of a small child…

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"Jesus Jo," he muttered as the blonde-headed girl slipped forward, loosing consciousness.

The eldest Winchester caught her around the waist and pulled her back to prevent her from kissing the carpet.

He lay her down, so that her head rested on the pillows, and sat beside her, watching as sweat trickled down the side of her face.

In her slumber, her eyes wandered sightlessly under her lids, flicking backwards and forwards, almost searching and if Dean's gut feeling was ever wrong, he would think that's this was just a normal R.E.M cycle.

But Dean's gut feeling never lied.

When something was amiss, as it was now, his stomach would be doing somersaults, almost literally tying itself in knots.

Jo moaned and mumbled incoherently, jerking sporadically, a grimace of horror and pain etched onto her usually peaceful features.

Dean entwined his fingers in her hair, and clasped her hand in his other, hoping the contact would be enough to drive away her fear.

He gave it a reassuring squeeze, running a callused thumb gently across her knuckles.

"Its all right Jo, I won't let anything happen to you," he muttered, trying in turn, to reassure himself. He could his panic rising, as she continued to tremble uncontrollably under Dean's ever-watchful gaze.

Bile climbed in his throat as blood dribbled lazily from the corner of her mouth, sliding down her chin, and dripping lethargically onto her neck, looking a dazzling scarlet against her pallor.

She gurgled and coughed, spraying more blood down her front, and down her chin.

Dean gulped fearfully.

"Shit," he murmured, looking around frantically for something to soak up the liquid.

Sam picked this exact time to come bursting through the door.

Talk about timing, though it was hardly a lucky coincidence.

There was no such thing as a lucky coincidence.

"Is she okay?" Sam demanded, throwing the door closed behind him.

"I don't know…how did you know?"

"I saw it…I was driving and it hit me. I managed to pull over in time though," Sam explained.

Dean looked at his brother for the first time since he entered the room, and saw that he was pale, and blood clung around his nose.

"Dammit, dude are you okay?"

"I'm fine…what happened with her?"

Dean placed a towel under her head and rolled her on her side, so she wouldn't choke on her own blood.

"She had a nightmare last night. It really shook her up. She was so scared Sam, so I stayed with her. She seemed okay this morning, but while she was in the shower, she started throwing up…a couple of minutes later, she passed out," Dean explained, holding her still damp hair away from her face, as she coughed again, this time, splattering his shirt.

He felt sick, watching as the helpless girl writhed and coughed blood…held prisoner in her own tortured dreams.

Pain. Unimaginable pain was all she felt as the fan blade pierced her.

Agony burst as it split her, tearing her to pieces, still alive.

She screamed.

She needed Dean…she need him so badly.

"Dean…" she sobbed. "D-d-dean…"

Jo bucked and screamed, lashing out as more blood escaped, a rich, dark red.

It was unnerving and Dean wished he could jump in and save her from herself.

"Dean…" she cried. "Dean…please, don't let me die!" she sobbed.

Dean's heart pounded.

Jo needed him. She needed his touch.

He slid in next to her and wrapped his arms around her, ignoring the blood as her head rested in the crook of his neck.

"C'mon Jo…c'mon sweetheart. You can do it. You need to wake up…" he whispered in her ear. "C'mon," he urged, beckoning her from her dark visions.

"Dean…please…" she moaned, pulling herself against him.

Even in her oblivion, she could feel his warmth. His strength.

She could hear him, calling for her. Telling her to wake up.

At least she knew that she was dreaming. That all this horror wasn't real.

"Jo, if you don't wake up, I'm taking you back to your mother," Dean warned, finally out of options.

"You do and I'll kick your ass," she said softly.

"Jo?"

"In the flesh. More or less," she replied, pulling away to look into Dean's face.

He looked terrified.

"Thank fucking god," he whispered in relief, pulling her back into a tight embrace. Then he turned to Sam. "Dude, can you run a bath, we need to get her cleaned up,"

"Cleaned up? Huh?" she looked down. Blood was splattered down the front of her clothes, and Dean's.

Jo swallowed fearfully. "What happened?" she asked.

"I have no idea, you just started…coughing it up. Dammit Jo, don't ever do that to me again or I swear I'll kill you," Dean said.

"I'd like to see you try tough guy. You look like your about to faint," Jo shot back.

"Yeah, I look like it, you did. Just, please…don't scare me like that again,"

"Okay,"

"Good. Do you think you can walk, or do I need to carry you?"

"I'm not an invalid, I can walk," she said, standing. She swayed on the spot and Dean raised an eyebrow.

"You can walk huh?" he inquired.

"Yeah, once I get over the initial feeling that I'm about to fall on my ass I should be fine. I just need some support,"

Dean nodded and wrapped an arm around her waist, leading her slowly into the bathroom and stood nearby as she stripped carefully to her underwear, ready to catch her if her fell.

She didn't care if Dean saw her like this. She wasn't ashamed of her body.

As she discarded her jeans with difficulty, she coughed.

"Jo?"

"I'm okay, just a normal, bloodless cough." She looked at her clothes. "Jeez, I'm gonna have to get my clothes to a Laundromat, before it stains,"

"Yeah, I'll get Sam to do it. You're not leaving my sight," he said seriously.

"Dean, I'm a big girl…"

"I know you are Jo, and I'm not doing it because I think you're incapable of taking care of yourself. I'm doing it because I'm worried. If I leave you alone and you faint again, you could drown," he explained as she slid into the hot water.

"That's very sweet of you Dean…thank you. I appreciate it," she said with a slight smile.

"No problem Jo. Do you want some help?"

She bit back the urge to refuse, knowing that she probably did need a hand, and nodded.

"Yeah, thanks…that'd be great,"

Another chapter done and dusted. Hope u enjoyed!