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IV'S, NEEDLES, AND SUSPICION

"What about me?" Jo asked, looking up at Dean.

"You are staying here, with Chuck."

"What? Why?" she demanded, looking between Dean and Chuck. Sam was digging in the fridge.

"You're staying here because you're not ready to go on a raid Jo," Dean explained.

"What are you talking about?! I've been living out there for the past four months! How can you even say I'm 'not ready'?"

"Because of this," Dean said, touching one of her cuts, "and this," he said touching a bruise, "and this too," he touched a separate cut on her arm.

"I'm fine Dean. I ate, showered, I'm ready to go."

"Jo, you're in my gym shorts and a way too big t-shirt. You need to rest. You're not going with," Dean decided. Chuck stood there looking between the two with a smile. Sam watched from the kitchen, not wanting to get involved. After the months of living at the camp, his brother's temper had grown shorter and shorter by each day.

"Fine!" Jo said, stomping off to Dean's bedroom. She hadn't meant to go in his room in particular, but figured it was the only place she could be alone at the moment.

"Well, let's go over this list eh?" Chuck said nervously.

"Yeah," Dean agreed.

Once Chuck and Sam left his cabin, Dean knocked on the door to his bedroom. "Jo?" he called. There was no answer. He knew she was mad about not coming with, but he didn't want to be distracted. Worrying about her safety would only make him weak on the raid, and it was going to be a big run. "Jo, please open the door," he pleaded. "Hey, it's my bedroom." He sighed, getting irritated. "Stop being a stubborn ass and open the damn door!" At this she opened it, looking at him with frustration.

"What?" she said, glaring up at him.

"Nothing's ever easy with you, is it?" he said with a smirk. "I'm sorry Jo, but I would feel a lot better if you would just sit this one out. I promise I'll let you come with next time," he said touching his hand on her cheek. Feeling her heart speed up at the contact, Jo looked away.

"I understand, it's okay."

"Good. Drink?" he offered.

"Wait, where I am gonna stay?" she asked.

"Here, where else?" he said, looking at her confused.

"Here? You want me to stay in your cabin?"

"Well you don't know anyone else really now do you? And Sam's always got Jane in his cabin, so I doubt you want to be subject to that show. I thought you'd want to stay here," he said, almost sad at the last part.

"I do, I just want to make sure I'm not stepping on anyone's toes. Particularly Riss's."

"Jo, don't. She's nothing. And don't let her get to you, okay? I want you to stay here."

"Alright," she said with a smile and a wink, and accepted the drink he held out for her.

Later that night Jo stood on Dean's porch looking out at the sky. Taking in a deep breath she remembered calm nights where she would stand out on the porch at the Roadhouse. It seemed so far away, so long ago, that she suddenly missed the feeling of 'home'. Thoughts of Ellen filled her mind, and unshed tears filled the rim of her eyes.

"You alright?" Dean asked, opening the squeaky porch door.

"Yeah. Just thinkin' of the Roadhouse. And mom…"she trailed on as her voice began to shake. To her surprise Dean wrapped his arms around her from behind and gave her a comforting squeeze. At the contact a few tears slipped down her face.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into her hair.

"Don't be."

"Come on, it's cold out here. You can have the bed," he said as he ushered her inside the cabin. Lacking the energy to argue with him, she walked towards his bedroom and got underneath the covers. Dean leaned against the door frame looking down at her. "Need anything?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you Dean, I mean it," Jo said, giving him a tired smile.

"Get some rest. I'll have Chuck check in on you tomorrow, I'll be gone long before you wake up."

"Just come back in one piece okay?" she asked.

"Always." He shut the door and went out to his living room to get a few hours of sleep on the couch. He had a second bedroom in his cabin, but it was currently storing weapons and supplies.

As the first lights of dawn appeared, Dean woke up and slipped into the bathroom to wash up before he left. Seeing Jo's discarded clothes from her arrival, he looked at her jean size quick. Depending on how far they went, they might come across a store where he could get her some clothes. He figured that she would prefer ones that actually fit. Being as quiet as he could, he opened the bedroom to see her sleeping form. Nodding to himself, he gathered his things and left his cabin. He saw Chuck waiting by a caravan of trucks talking to Sam. Sam always rode with Jane, and Riss normally rode with Dean. However, as he saw her sitting in the passenger seat of his truck, he motioned for her to get out.

"What? Something wrong?" she asked in a snotty voice.

"Yeah, I want you to ride with Derek," Dean said, not glancing twice at her. Stomping her foot and letting out a snort she pushed past him to the truck behind Dean's. "Eric, you're with me," Dean commanded. Knowing better than to question Dean, Eric got in Dean's vehicle. The elder Winchester approached his baby brother and said, "We're going into the city. We need the supplies, so you two be careful. Sam I want you guys to hit up a hospital or something, pick up as much medical equipment as you can fit in there. Got it?"

"Got it," Sam replied with a smile. Dean walked over to the truck that Derek and Riss were in.

"You guys are going to get ammo. Weapons of any kind will help. Find a sporting goods place or something." Dean shouted to meet up ten miles from camp at their regular spot so they could regroup. Getting in his truck he looked at Eric and said, "We're going shopping," and started the truck. When the Winchesters were first brought to the camp Dean was unable to let Sam out of his sight. However, once Castiel had made more appearances and given more instruction on maintaining the camp, Sam began to gain his own independence. Jane was quite fond of the younger Winchester, and they had an informal relationship brewing. Things had drastically changed since the Croatoan Virus.

Sam and Jane walked through the back entrance of the abandoned hospital, guns both raised. Carrying large empty duffels, they searched for a med room. Sam had to break open the door, but the couple found themselves in a supply room with a medication room attached. Sam went for the meds, grabbing the different antibiotics he could, and certain vaccines. Seeing painkillers and other useful medications, he stuffed those in the duffel. Turning around he saw boxes full of syringes and grabbed them. Jane was able to grab some various medical equipment, including some IV sets and other items. She saw the stack of blankets and squealed in joy as she stuffed them in her giant duffel bag.

Throughout their raid at the hospital, they also obtained units of blood and Jane had the idea to empty the drawers of the crash carts. Being that many of the survivors at the camp were hunters or at least participating in dangerous tasks, medical supplies went fast. Sam had done research on different medications and basic life support. Eliza, one of the older survivors, was a retired nurse. She spent most of her time in their makeshift infirmary, and taught Sam what she could about medical care. He knew she would appreciate the supplies more than anybody. While Sam was raiding one of the desks for some pens and paper, Jane snuck off to a different wing. Something in the back of her mind told her that it may come in handy to grab some supplies from the OB wing. She wasn't pregnant, but Sam and her sure didn't use any protection. It was always better to be safe than sorry.