Chapter 4
A/N Set during and after "Born Again Identity"
Dean parked the piece of crap non-Impala car a few houses down from this supposed healer Emmanuel's house. "What if this doesn't pan out?" he asked to thin air.
"Trust, me it will," Jo's voice answered from his side. "Sam will be ok until you get back, everything is going to be fine," she promised.
"You know, I am a hypocrite, trying to cure Sam of the same thing I won't admit to," Dean stalled. "Are you calling me Lucifer?" she exclaimed.
Dean felt a sharp jab in his ribs. "No, but I do keep having conversations with a non-corporeal voice of a dead person," he defended himself.
"Am I trying to hurt you or make you hurt others?" Jo asked impatiently.
"No," Dean half smiled. "Then not the same situation at all. Now march up there, Princess, knock on the door and get Sam's miracle recovery started."
"You are starting to sound like your mother," Dean muttered as he made his way up the walk.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
A few days later Dean was pacing their latest hotel room. Sam was finally sleeping soundly and for more than a few minutes. Cas really had redirected all the crazy. A new wave of guilt washed over him at leaving Cas at the institution in Sam's place with only Meg as his guard. A deep sigh echoed from across the room.
"Do you ever not feel guilty?" Jo asked sarcastically. Dean ignored the question. A pillow hitting him in the back interrupted his pacing.
"What was that for?" he snapped at her.
"Obviously I am here for a reason, so quit ignoring me!" she said with irritation.
"Fine; I am listening," he clenched his jaw, folded his arms and faced the direction of her voice.
"Do you not even listen to what you tell Sam? Cas is safer there where no one knows he is still alive. Meg's sense of self preservation will keep him protected, it is in her best interest. Besides, she seems to have this weird connection to Cas; I think she might actually care that he stays safe," she said with forced patience.
Dean harrumphed.
"You know I am right. You should get your four hours of beauty sleep in while you can," she said gently. The light turned off at her words. To her surprise Dean obeyed, removing his shoes and laying down on his bed. She hummed "Smoke on the Water" until he fell asleep.