Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or their awesome characters. Also, I know this is a crazy topic but stay with me, Joan of Arc's role will be clearer in the coming chapters. Please review I would appreciate it!

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Time for a Plan of Action

"Bobby!" Jo yelled up the stairs. After having the dream of all dreams last night, she drove all day to Bobby's house. She hadn't told her mom where she was going; just that she was going to be back soon. Her mother had nodded told her she loved her, told her to take of herself and loaded Jo's car with guns and other goodies. Jo knew that the dream she had was real even though she wasn't ready to tell anyone yet. While Joan…how weird… was nothing but a loving presence, Jo was still a little scared and if anyone can help her it was Bobby. Bobby was renowned for his research and instinct. Jo desperately needed his opinion.

"Bobby!!" She yelled again.

"Down here." Bobby's faint voice came through the downstairs stairwell. Jo rounded the corner and was slightly shocked to see a wheel chair ramp. Going down into the basement she was hesitant. It was dark, a little damp, and she came to the heavy metal door.

"Bobby?" She asked pushing open the door. What she saw shocked her. Bobby was in a wheel chair and the room a mess. It looked well lived in. The place looked like a panic room.

"Jo, damned good to see you." Bobby said with kindness in his eyes.

"Oh, Bobby." She had known about the possession and what had happened. Seeing it was a different story. She made a mental note for her to tell her mother. Jo walked over to him and gave him a hug.

"What brings you my way, Jo?" Jo walked around and sat on a metal framed bed.

"You're not going to believe me." She said. Bobby gave her a 'really?' look.

"You're seriously not going to sit there and tell me something I ain't already heard." Jo took in a breath.

"It started last night. I went to sleep." Jo started to breath.

"And?" Bobby said getting irritated.

"Bobby it is hard to explain. I went to sleep and well I gotten woken up." She looked at him. "She came to sit on my bed, and the first thing that she said was, 'I remember what it was like to be human.'" Jo was still confused about it but she went on. "At first it was a voice in a white mist. Then she came to and she was a woman, a young woman."

"Was it an angel? If so you might have had the only pleasant experience I have heard yet." Bobby's inflection was sarcastic.

"No. Maybe? I don't know." Jo put her head down again. "She said that she was Joan of Arc." Jo looked up after a few seconds when Bobby's response wasn't coming out. Bobby's face was white and for once she had seen him speechless no other times before. Bobby got his composure back after what seemed minutes.

"Did you get high before you went to bed?" He fired. Jo started laughing. When she saw that he hadn't joined in she stopped.

"God, Bobby! No I did not! I can't even believe that you would think that of me!" Bobby was like a father to her. How could he think that?

"Well I am sorry! That just seems like crazy talk, but continue." Bobby raised a finger to his jaw. She had warned him.

"Bobby, she told me that I was her vessel. She told me that I had a mission." She was surprised to taste the salt on her lips; she hadn't even realized that she had started crying. "She told me she has work for me. She said I have a mission." Bobby was staring at her intently.

"What would that be?" Bobby wheeled himself closer to her. Close enough to put a comforting hand on her leg. Jo lifted her face and met him at eye level. Biting her lip she said, "I have to save…."

"Jo, honey, save who?" Jo felt new tears burn the back of her throat. "Bobby." She half sobbed.

"Joan told me that I have to save Dean Winchester." She finished on a cry. Bobby's eyes widened with shock.

"But Dean has Castiel and the other asshole angels to worry about! What could you possible do? And even after we talked about Dean and you." Jo almost flinched.

Bobby was referring to the night, years ago, that her mom and she got back from her case with Dean and Sam. Her mom and Bobby sat her down. "Dean is not that kind of guy, Jo." They had both said. 'It's foolish to risk your life for him. We are doing this for you. We don't want you to get hurt.' That night Jo had resolved to push her feelings down for him. It had worked for two years and she had hunted, she had stayed busy. The only time she would hear of Dean Winchester was from passing hunters, and she would only let him in through in her dreams. More time than not she would wake up still reaching for him. She didn't think it was ever going to be okay.

"Jo?" Bobby asked. Jo's head snapped up.

"Sorry, Bobby. What did you say?" She said wiping her face off.

"I said, did she say how?"

"No Bobby. She sort of poofed away, then I found myself sitting up alone in my bed." She shrugged.

"Girl I don't know. If you are sure she wasn't a hallucination..." He paused looking at her. Jo shook her head. Bobby sighed. "I will do research, rake the bible, and do what ever I can for you." Jo smiled in gratitude. "You also better bulk up all of your knowledge on Joan of Arc." Bobby sighed. "Promise me you will stay away from Dean for now." Jo knew better than to argue. "I will."

"Okay then." He said satisfied. Jo knew there wasn't much else to say at that point.

"Come on Bobby I am going to make us some lunch. I'm starving." Jo got up and looked back.

"Ill be up in a minute Jo." She nodded and went up the stairs.

Bobby sat in his wheel chair contemplating what Jo had just told him. Joan of Arc was a saint; she was also a warrior for God. Bobby knew that the good side was planning something big. So the world was going up in flames and he couldn't get out of this damn chair. Bobby was a little different, a little less loyal. Bobby was hurt. Never in his life did he think that he would have a chance to meet an angel and he never thought that they would treat him the way that they did.

He didn't know what Jo was experiencing but he knew it had everything to do with the final battle. Bobby thoughts turned to the brothers. Bobby was the only person that Dean and Sam trusted right now, even though they didn't trust each other. Lord knew that they were sick of angels and demons treating them like pawns in a game.

Later…..

Jo left Bobby's and started back for home. She had left him with a full stomach. Her mind drifted back to Joan of Arc. The first thing that she was going to do is get to know everything she could about Joan. She wasn't going to let any bitch take her body if Jo didn't get some straight answers. Right then, thunder sounded.. "Sorry!" She said sheepishly. Things were going to be changing fast; heaven that had been silent for so long was now back in the game. Jo's cell started ringing jarring her out of her thoughts. Jo picked up her cell and answered. "Hi, mom."

"Baby girl. Bobby just called me. Why didn't you tell me that you were going to see him?" Jo sighed. Her mother and she had been hunting together for awhile; they learned to rely on each other.

"I am so sorry mom. I am fine and I will be home very soon. I have something to tell you." Her mom paused on the phone.

"I can't wait to see you sweetheart." Her mom hung up and Jo put the cell phone down. Before she even got her hands on the steering wheel her phone rang again. She picked it up in haste.

"Mom, I am driving, you know."

"It's not your mom, Jo." Jo's eyes widened.

"Dean."