Chapter Three
Jo just couldn't seem to stop crying.
When she felt Dean's lips on hers, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. He pulled back and cupped her small face in his large hands.
Her soft brown eyes were so big and sad Dean was struck with a sudden strong urge to protect her, even though he was pretty sure she could take out Lucifer by herself.
After a while Dean got Jo to sleep. He woke early in the morning o find that Jo was. He tossed back the blankets and ran downstairs. No one else was up yet.
Castiel bolted up at the sound of feet stomping down the stairs. The muscles in his bare abdomen ached as he moved from fighting. He was sure that Dean would make a snarky comment about him removing his ever present shirt and jacket and sleeping bare-chested.
But took one look at Dean's serious face and instantly came to a conclusion. "Jo." Castiel said.
"She's gone." Castiel ran out the door after Dean not bothering to put his shirt back on.
They ran into the large grassy meadow. In the distance Castiel saw a shock of golden blonde hair amongst the soft grass and tall flowers. A soft noise reached his ears. He strained to hear. Jo was singing.
"Play ground school bells ring/ again. / Rain clouds come to play/ again. /Has no one told you she's not breathing? /Hello, I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to. /Hello.
"If I smile and don't /believe/ soon I know I'll wake/ from this dream. /Don' try to fix me I'm not broken. /Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can h-hide. /Don't cry.
"Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping. /Hello, I-I'm still here; /all that's left of yesterday he-he-he-he."
Dean was numbed by her voice. It was beautiful. He'd never heard her sing before. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. He took a small glance over at Castiel. He wore a look of utter shock, and Dean wondered what for.
Jo's voice echoed off the trees. And out of the trees came Adam. Well, Michael.
Dean prepared himself to rip Michael's head off whether he was in his half brother's body or not, but Castiel put a hand to his chest and pushed him back.
"He won't hurt her. He would never," Castiel murmured.
Michael seemed to be sobbing, Dean noticed.
Michael sobbed at the words the girl was singing. Singing so beautifully. It was a voice that belonged in the heavenly choir, he decided. And he would make it happen…for her.
He approached her slowly, checking to see if Castiel had Dean calmed down. He reached her and gathered her in his arms.
The instant bliss that washed over him was undeniable. This girl, this woman would save him.
Slowly, Jo's mind came out of the gutter and saw Adam Milligan's face streaked with tears. His arms were wrapped round her. Then she remembered who Adam was now.
She snapped her head forward. Michael's nose crushed under the force. He stumbled backward and Jo pounded a roundhouse into his jaw. Dean's shirt rode up.
Michael took up a fighting stance. He didn't need her conscious. He only needed her to be alive. What she did next, he didn't expect.
Jo hurled her full weight at him. He crashed to the ground, and struggled against the girl straddling is hips. They were in the position he wanted but she was doing the wrong thing.
She slammed her tiny fist repeatedly against his nose, jaw, and eyes. She paused a moment to realize that he had stopped fighting.
"Why do you do this to me, guh gay you ee?" It struck a nerve, and Michael new it would, but the reaction he hoped for was not the one he got.
Jo screamed fiercely and leaped off him, but before he could get up her bare foot slammed into his gut. It connected with his jaw, forcing his head to snap towards Dean and Castiel. Castiel beamed at Jo with brotherly love, and Dean had his hand in the air as he clapped them together shouting, "Alright, Jo!"
"Jo?"
"What?" she went back to beating the sense out of him. She was small, but as strong as Sam or Dean. Maybe even stronger than him. Obviously a good fighter too.
He reached up and caressed her face. She bit his hand and didn't let go until she tasted his blood in her mouth. He cried out in pain
"Your name is Jo." He whispered.
"No shit, Sherlock." She took one last good, hard swing at him with her foot. It was the mother of all kicks. The kind that cracked bones. It was a kick that made Jo do a back flip so she wouldn't fall on her butt from following through so hard. It was the kind that did break at least three ribs.
She reached inside his jacket and withdrew his blade. She swiped it across his stomach, creating a thin line of golden colored blood.
"LEAVE!" she screamed, screeched, and growled defiantly.
Michael clenched his muscles and faded away beneath her.
"DICK HEAD!" Jo screamed for effect.
"Damn," She heard from behind her, "Remind me not to cross you when it's that time of the month." It was Dean.
Jo laughed. Jo really laughed. And it felt great.
"If you're this bipolar now, I'd hate to see you then."
AN: The first person to tell me what the name of the song Jo sung is, what band plays it, and what album it's from, I'll tell you a major secret about the story! Tell me in your review so I'll know who was first!