Hey baby." Dean whispered through the phone pressed against his ear.
""No, Sam's asleep." His eyes glanced at Sam who was passed out in the seat next to him, Sams head arched back, his mouth hung opened, a small grin crept up on Deans face as he glaced back at the road and stepped on the gas peddle.
"Yeah Jo we're fine, just another witch case, I'll tell you about it in the morning."
"Sams light snoring caught Deans attention, his grin widened as Sam smacked his lips together and then returned to his snoring with his mouth opened.
"The hunting never stopped, Dean couldn't leave Sam on his own. The people who he loved needed him, Sam needed him, well its not like he was going to let Sam go hunt by himself. Thankfully there weren't any huge cases, he couldnt die on Jo, he still had at least 3 in a half years. He wasn't going to die on her, she doesn't deserve that.
""Jo?" Sams scratchy voice startled Dean who was to focused on his own thoughts. He quickly looked at Sam and grinned childishly.
"Yeah."
"Dean..." Sam hushed his voice, he knew he wasn't supposed to ask, Dean would never answer.
""How is Jo back?"
Deans silly grin faded slowly, his eyes fixed on the road.
"Doesnt matter Sam." Deans answer was always the same, always had a cold, bitter tone.
"Obviously it does Dean, there must be a reason we're hunting witches and ghosts and not something big!" Sam leaned forward, his hands gestured as he talked quickly.
""There are other hunters Sam."
"Yeah... right. " Sams voice softened, he leaned back into his seat.
"Jos return wasn't exactly natural."
The impalas tires screeched as Dean stepped on the breaks automatically, the car behind them honked loudly as it zoomed by, them "Asshole" Dean called out loudly as he exited the car.
"What the hell Dean, do you wanna get us killed!" Sam pushed his way out of the car and made his way to the front where Dean stood leaning against the hood of the impala.
"No one deserves to die like that, especially Jo." He glaced quickly at Sam, who stood motionless next to him.
""Sam... I couldnt let her die. I couldn't let her go, I never even got the damn chance to tell her that. That-" Deans shaky voice rose at the end of his sentence, it sounded so pointless. A small sharp, broken laugh rolled of his tongue,
"So I sold my soul to a lowlife demon to tell Jo that I love her. Before you tell me how crazy and incredibly stupid I am, you need to understand that Jos blood was on my hands, I was responsible for her death, she was too young to
die. I took her life and it was my choice to bring her back..." his dull eyes stared at the concert ground
"Sammy I couldn't let her die."
Sam swallowed the lump that formed in is throat while Dean finished talking,
"I dont know what you want me to say Dean." Another car zoomed past them, the headlights flashed quickly. A sharp breath cut through the chill air, Sam clenched his fists for a second.
"Sam, there's no way out of this one." Dean chuckled harshly, he leaned off the hood of the impala and quickly moved to the car door, Sam followed his movement towards the car.
"There's always a way out Dean, we just have to look for one."
They drove in silence, the soft music played while Sam went through his phone, already searching while Dean stared at the road ahead with his jaw clenched