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After having a main mission, Dean still feels happy. Even though he saw Raphael and he was shaken, to his core. He had gotten a hotel room and since Cas was not there he relaxed but only a little. Castiel was a renegade. Something Dean could identify with. After next to little information, he was still optimistic. Castiel still believed God was walking the earth. That was enough to him. He still didn't want to fight; he still believed that there was another way. He had to believe it. Castiel and he would find a way. As Dean lay in his dingy hotel room trying to sleep, his thoughts turned to Jo. He wondered if she was safe, still okay. He knew Ellen would watch out for her and that was enough for him. For right now, anyway. Comforted by that fact he calmly went to sleep. Dean dreamt of a better time and a better place.
Nebraska.
Jo was bone tired. Not even a piping hot shower could sooth her muscles. Being back at home with her mother was something that she loved. Jo loved her own bed, her own clothes. Hunting had become more of a burden for her than she had realized. The evil and the fear was a weight that was hard to lift. Especially, because she had seen Dean. As the hot water ran down her small frame she remembered him. His smell and his lips. She really remembered that she felt more alive in five minutes than she had n a long time. When he kissed her it was a dream come true, there was no way around it. Feeling her body react to that memory she became mad, hurt, and angry. "NO!" She told herself. There was work to be done. She was done kidding herself.
She quickly got into her pajamas and got into bed. If it wasn't for pure exhaustion she would have stayed awake thinking about Dean.
"Jo." It was a soft voice. Lyrical, beautiful, it lulled her out of sleep. It was a pure place, one of comfort and love. She realized that she was on her own bed with a white background. Every bone in her body wanted her to be alert, scared. Jo wasn't scared though.
"Hello?" Her voice was firm. Surely she was dreaming. Then she saw a white light that came to rest on the end of her bed. It was in human form.
"Jo." When whatever it was said her name the white form became solidified. Jo noticed that it was a woman with much defined features and was… well heavenly. The form smiled grandly.
"I remember being human Jo." She said. Jo was confused.
"How long ago was that?" She was just rolling with it. Maybe having a sense of humor would help the situation. Jo wasn't stupid, she heard of visitations all of the time.
"Well my human life was 1412-1431, but there is much more to it Jo." After a short pause she added. "I am Joan." Jo swallowed hard.
"Joan?" Jo's voice was at best a whisper. "As in…. Joan of Arc?" The woman smiled again.
"Yes Jo. I am." She looked worried. Jo bit her lip. She felt warmth coming over her body. Warmth that meant love.
"There is a war going on and I know that you know."
Jo felt tears some to her eyes involuntarily.
"Yes." She whispered. Joan looked at her with great kindness.
"It is okay." Joan said. "I have work for you." Jo knew it was coming. She had always known that she would play a part.
"What do I have to do?" Jo said with the greatest of want. Joan smiled.
"Save Dean Winchester." She said. Jo coughed.
"How?" Jo cried. Joan knew it was too much of a burden. It was a burden to even love him.
"You are my vessel and I will need you, Jo." With those words Jo raised straight up in her bed. She breathed heavy for awhile getting used to her surroundings. She also realized what had happened. Jo laid back down on her bed with force.
" Ohhh fuck me."