A/N: Thanks lynsay, angeleyenc, jess-jen, and nexus432 for the great reviews. You guys rock! I just wiah that Jo would come back! And the fact that Dean and Sam went to heaven and didn't see Jo pissed me off, and the Lisa thing, come on!
"Jo!" Dean rasped. "Cas, what the hell is going on?!" Jo fell back into unconsciousness with a whimper.
In Jo's Conscience
A man with dark brown hair stood before her, he was God.
"Jo, What are you doing back here? I didn't call upon you." He said.
"I know, I called upon you. Cas, I mean Castiel, wants to talk to you. The apocalypse requires many questions that need to be answered." Jo said as she walked forward and picked up a bright red apple out of the bowl on the table. She put it back and stopped to look at him.
"I can't speak to him or anyone, but you, for now. Tell him that I don't hold the answers to the apocalypse and that it's in your hands. You are the key Joanna. You, Sam, and Dean are all important."
"They know their part in this, but I don't!"
He said, "I guess it's time for you to know now isn't it."
Back to Dean and Castiel
Dean kneeled with Jo in his lap, Castiel pacing slowly beside them. Jo opened her eyes and sat up. She scrambled to sit up and stood. She held a blank expression before shifting her gaze down to her shirt. She hesitated before pulling it over her head and onto the floor. Her upper half was then clad in a purple bra.
"Not yet Joanna." Castiel said.
"Then when?" She asked. "Did you know about this?"
"What's going on?" Dean asked, on his feet since she had stood.
"I have been looking for answers myself, and the story is true. You mustn't tell anyone. It has to play out as it should. You are the vessel for Theresa." Cas explained.
"What?!" Dean yelled. "What are you talking about, she's a vessel too!"
"Yes Dean." Castiel said.
"Who-" Jo started.
"I can't tell you, for it isn't solid yet. It could be either." Castiel said.
"Either? Oh my god, no, no. Not them!" Jo said as she walked forward. "Take us back!"
"Jo, in your situation, the odds of it being Michael are highest. You can't change what is meant to be, Joanna."
"Do we have to say yes before it happens." She looked at him as she asked.
"No, it has to happen before." Castiel said. Then they were back with Sam and Bobby. Jo had her shirt back in place.
"What did you guys talk about?" Sam got up from his seat and walked over to them grinning. He looked happy to be out.
"The apocalypse, what else." Dean said gruffly before walking past and grabbing a beer. He was gazing at Jo the whole time.
"So you're a vessel." Dean said, still looking at her.
"Dean, you know this already." Jo said, sitting in a chair.
"But they don't." Dean said, motioning to Bobby and Sam.
"You're a vessel?" Bobby and Sam said in unison.
"Yah, for Theresa. I can't tell you the rest, it's important." She said with a sigh. An hour later they had all talked and joked like before they started drifting off.
"Jo, your in the guest room. Sam, you got the couch." Bobby said, before heading to his room.
"Yah." Sam muttered, already sprawled across the couch. Jo started going upstairs, but Dean stopped her.
"Guess were sharing a room." He said almost amused, his hand on her arm. She laughed sarcastically and continued walking up the stairs. Dean couldn't help but notice how her ass looked in her jeans. He grinned and followed her up the stairs.
The guest room was a room with a bed, sheets thrown across the bed, a lamp on a wood nightstand and a dresser on the left wall when you walked in. Jo walked over the right side, Dean to the left. Dean turned the lamp on. Jo threw her shirt on the floor and unbuttoned her jeans.
"What-" Dean said surprised.
"I didn't get dropped back down with a change of clothes Dean." She explained and dropped her jeans to the floor. She wore just her bra and matching panties. She pulled back the covers and got in. Dean got in in his boxers and jeans.
"Will you shut the light off?" She said.
"What's with the sudden attitude?"
"Got a lot on my mind. Light?" She answered.
"Sure, anything for you sweetheart." He said with a laugh. He may be fine on the outside, but on the inside he wanted answers.
