Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or their awesome characters.

Authors Note: Okay, well I was so obsessed with this story I couldn't stop writing this for two days. Heart and Soul! I hope that you all like it. Joan is starting to come out more and all of what I wrote, I got the info from the Catholic site. Please review! Enjoy.

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A Whole Lotta of Something

Dean had just gotten off of the phone with Bobby. He was floored by what Bobby had just told him. "What does Joan of Arc want with Jo?" He said thinking out loud.

"What about Joan of Arc?" Castiel asked in his usual deep voice. Dean jumped out of his skin.

"Dude! Didn't we talk about this Cas? Stop sneaking up on me." Dean checked the inside of the crappy hotel room out of habit. "Weren't you supposed to be looking for God, anyway?" Dean growled.

"Yes Dean I am still searching. You know that. I will ask you again, what about Joan of Arc?" Castiel asked. Dean moved the old pizza box out of the way and sat down on the bed. The last thing he wanted was for Jo to be dragged into this ugly mess. She had already put herself in to deep as it was. Dean waved his hand for Cas to grab the desk chair and sit. Castiel did so.

"I just got a call from Bobby. Jo just left his place. Apparently she came to him asking for his help." Not getting a reaction from Cas, he continued. "Jo had a dream a last night of Joan of Arc coming to her telling her that she has a mission for her." Dean rubbed his head.

"Joan of Arc came to Joanna last night?" Cas looked around and then got the expression on his face that to Dean looked hopeful. "What was the mission?" He asked.

"Bobby didn't say. He just said that she needed research to be done."

"This is unacceptable. Dean we have to go to her right now." Cas said in a demanding voice. Cas got up and started walking to the door. Dean jumped up.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just slow down for a second, Cas we don't even know where Jo is!" Dean said grabbing the back of his trench coat swinging him around. Castiel leaned his head back for a few seconds and then brought it back down. "You just did that weird radar thing, didn't you?" Dean asked. Castiel nodded.

"She is driving on highway 37, Dean. If she has information we should be there. We need to…"

"If the next word out of your mouth is 'interrogate', I am going to kick your ass." Dean said interrupting him. "I want Jo to be off limits." Dean said meaning it.

"Dean, she is just as much apart of this as you are. I can only figure that Joan will be helpful to our cause." Castiel said straightening up his jacket.

"What do you mean isn't she an angel? Why would Joan be on our side?" Dean asked confused.

"She was human once and she is a saint. She will be sympathetic to our cause." Dean sat down again on the bed.

"Cas this is huge." He licked his lips. "Can I at least call her?"

"I do not understand why that is necessary." Castiel said. Dean took Cas sitting back on the chair as a green light. He grabbed his cell and dialed a number that he had stopped himself from dialing maybe a million times. On the first ring Jo picked up.

"Mom, I am driving, you know." Jo laughed out. Dean gritted his jaw. She sounded good.

"It's not your mom, Jo." Dean said.

"Dean." How could one word kill him?

"Yea Jo, it's me. Where are you?" Dean asked. Dean was getting a little annoyed with Cas staring at him. Dean got up and started pacing.

"I am driving back to the roadhouse, Dean. What do you want?" She asked. Like it was any of his business anyway!

"Jo stop with the 'tude. We will meet you there." He hung up. Dean didn't want Jo arguing with him and figured this was the best bet. He looked up at Cas. "We don't have time to drive there do we?" Dean asked already knowing the answer.

"No." Castiel said curtly. This was not Dean's night. "Okay, Okay fine!" Dean snapped. Castiel sighed at Dean's small tantrum. Humans could be so emotional. Dean put his hand up to stop Castiel from putting his two fingers on him. "Wait, what about my car?"

"I will take care of it. Dean we need to go." Castiel put his fingers to Dean's head and they were off.

Jo's Car on Highway 37

"Dean?! Hello??" He had hung up. Jo threw her phone on the passenger seat. God, he was such a dick. Now he was going to meet her at the roadhouse? Why would he want to? None of this made sense. Jo bit her lip. A sudden realization came over her. "Damn it Bobby!! I was supposed to stay away from him!" She yelled to herself. Now she was going to see him tonight! She was, of course, excited but that was beside the point. Jo pressed her boot to the gas. "That was the complete and opposite effect." She muttered to herself.

The Road House Later that Night

The drive was soo freaking long, so when Jo actually got there she was a little more than pissed off. It was a Wednesday night so the bar was on the slower side, thank God. When she walked in she had to breathe. Her eyes just seemed to have found Dean right away. He was sitting at a table, drinking a beer, with another guy that was also staring at her. Oh Dean looked good. Jo walked in and smelled the smoky air. She started to walk to Dean when her mother stepped right in front of her. Ellen's hands on hips and an unhappy look on her face. Great. Just what she needed was to get yelled at. To Jo's surprise she stepped forward and wrapped her in a hug.

"Hi mom." Jo hugged her mother back. Ellen pulled Jo backward and cupped her head.

"Love you Joanna. Let's go and talk." Jo had to appreciate that her mother was being so much better with her, it was a road hard fought. Ellen led her over to the table where Dean and Castiel were.

A damn angel in my bar, Ellen thought. Who would have thought? Ellen's arms were still wrapped around Jo when they went to the table. Jo said hello to Dean and was introduced to Castiel.

"I am so happy to finally to meet you Joanna." Castiel said standing.

"You to Castiel." It was somewhat odd and she really didn't know how to act around an angel. Ellen had made sure that everyone was sitting in a chair.

"I don't know what is going on with everybody.. but, I will tell you this." Ellen's tone was so severe that even Castiel sat up a little straighter making Dean laugh. Ellen looked at Dean sharply.

"Sorry ma'am." He cleared his throat and took a swig of beer.

"I am telling you that I will know what is going on all of the time under my roof. No shenanigans!" Ellen looked at Dean to make sure he didn't crack a smile. Dean just looked at her respectively. After all he wasn't a stupid man. "Now, Jo what exactly is going on?" With that Ellen started to slowly take a seat on the chair. All eyes came to rest on Jo. She took a deep breath and spilled everything.

When she was done she looked up at them. Every one of the people at the table had there mouth slightly agape. "It's the truth." Jo whispered.

"I believe you Joanna." Castiel said.

"Yeah Castiel it is Jo, not Joanna." She said with a grin.

"I am sorry." Castiel was so serious. Jo laughed again.

"Cas don't be so serious!" Jo said. Dean noticed that she used Cas's nickname. For some reason it bothered him.

"So let me get this straight. Joan, the Joan of Arc came to you in a dream?" Dean asked. Jo took offense to his tone.

"Yes Dean that is correct. It was not a hallucination. Please believe me." Everyone looked at her like she was out of her mind. Jo thought she was going to tell everyone the truth but decided to keep the 'save Dean Winchester' out of it for now. She had told everyone that she was a vessel and Joan of Arc had a mission for her.

"Oh, Jo honey. I'm not really sure what to think." Ellen said getting up. Jo raised an eyebrow; she had never seen her mom not have something to say about anything.

"I will be back. I will go searching for more information." Castiel said as he got up and walked out the door. Jo turned to Dean.

"Angels use the front door now?" Jo asked sarcastically.

"You should be thankful that the just didn't go poof." Dean said finishing his beer. After a couple of moments without either of them speaking Dean was starting to get uncomfortable.

"It's good to see you again Jo. I want to make it perfectly clear that I never had any intention of putting you in this situation." He said seriously.

"Oh, Dean. It wasn't you who put me in this situation. It was the apocalypse." She said starting to get angry. "You walked back into my life a couple of days ago but before that had you contacted me? For that matter did you even think of me? I know very well that you don't want me in any situation that you're in." Jo was losing it. She was tired, her head hurt, and Dean was here. She had to clamp down on the last resolve that she had. She looked over at Dean.

He looked deep in her eyes and scooted his chair closer to her.

"Damn it Jo. It hasn't exactly been an easy road for me so far. I was in hell then out and the whole thing with Sam. I should have gray hair." Grinding his jaw he continued, "Of course I don't want you in my situation, we are always in trouble, Jo." Jo nodded. "And I did." Dean said looking down and hurt. Jo put her hand on his shoulder. "I always thought of you." Jo involuntarily squeezed her hand on his shoulder. It was literally the sweetest thing he had said to her. Jo, of course wanted to jump on him, wrap her legs around him, tell him everything was okay. She couldn't so that and she couldn't tell him of her emotions. Her situation sucked, their situation sucked.

"You boys can stay here tonight." Ellen said suddenly walking to the table. Jo and Dean broke apart.

"Thank you ma'am." Dean said. Jo got up from the table and turned to her mother.

"I will take him up to the room." Jo said grabbing Dean. Ellen was about to say something but she figured that Jo was older and maybe not wiser but the world was ending. Dean only started to really follow her as soon as he was certain that Ellen wasn't going to club him with his empty beer bottle. Jo took him up the back stairs and showed him one of the guest bedrooms. Ellen looked at Jo leading Dean to the guest bedrooms and got tears in her eyes for herself and her baby girl.

As she ushered him in Dean stepped in the room and grabbed Jo's wrist and pulled her inside. She shut the door behind her and Dean pushed her up against the door. The look in his eyes was so intense that her skin flushed all over her body. He backed up only to drop his pack and shake off his jacket. Jo was so stunned she barely wanted to move. All of her defenses dropped and she finally gave into the dark temptation that was Dean Winchester. Jo lifted one arm to grab him and he came to her so fast that she came off the ground quickly. Jo's head was cradled between his neck and his face. She remembered to breath and his scent was intoxicating. He smelled like a man, sandalwood, and his skin felt hot. Dean kissed her fore head and moved his lips down to hers. In that moment nothing mattered to Jo, nothing mattered except Dean. Kissing him was so right and she knew that she would give him the world if she asked.

Dean felt that he deserved some happiness in the late he had not experienced any at all. Kissing Jo was beautiful and he knew it was different with her. He had never forgotten her, and having her in his arms was like a dream that he had dreamt so many times. Her mouth was very sweet, Dean couldn't get enough. What was more gratifying was she was holding on so tight to him, and it was a sensation that he hadn't felt in a long time. He wanted to be needed and Jo was giving him everything she had…. well almost. Both of them were breathing heavy and grabbing at any available uncovered skin. Dean knew that he could throw her on the bed and take her. He wasn't going to though. Slowly he backed away and let her down.

"You should go to bed now Jo." Dean said with arousal in his voice. "But this is not over." Jo's head was still spinning. She knew it was the right thing to do and this was something that she wanted to take slower, but damned if she didn't want to jump back on Dean. Her hands reached behind her and fumbled with the door knob. He leaned into her and snaked his hand behind her and opened the door.

"Okay Dean I am tired and…" She just kinda of scampered out the door. Jo didn't see anyone on her way to the bed which was a good thing. Jo quickly showered and jumped into her bed. Jo knew that the world would most likely come to an end but she had never gone to bed happier. Her heart was still pounding and her skin was still highly sensitive as she raked her nails over her own skin. Even after her shower she still felt Dean on her skin and Jo couldn't stop smiling. Smiling was how she fell asleep.

Later….

"Jo." Jo didn't even have to open her eyes to know that the weight on the bed was Joan.

"Now is not the time to be scared or look away." Jo sat up before she opened her eyes. When she finally did open her eyes this was a very different Joan of Arc than the previous night. This Joan of Arc wasn't in white light. She was as plain as another human being. Joan was wearing a dark shirt that was so long Joan's knees were covered. Joan was a very tiny woman and her hair was very short and blonde.

"Are you really Joan of Arc?" Jo asked. A serious Joan looked at her.

"Yes, I am Jeanne D'Arc. You can call me Joan." Her voice was very low. Jo was shocked to see her eyes were so intense.

"Castiel, he is an angel, thinks that you can help us." Jo whispered. Joan's eyebrows came together.

"I am here to help you. As for the roles of angels, I do not know. I am working for the side of God." She put her head down. "God is not present at this time, I am here by the prayers and the saints that do not want the world to end for all of Gods creatures. Many are picking sides and loyalties are very skewed right now. Heaven is in disarray. Something needs to be done and leadership needs to be returned. That is why we need to prepare as much as possible." Jo nodded her head. She wanted to help.

"I need my sword." Joan looked down again. "I need you to find my sword."

"What sword?" Jo asked.

"I refused a sword from the King of France because the voices of God told me to. It was not the right one. A long time ago Saint Michael told me where to find a very special sword. That it was buried behind Sainte Catherine's de Fierbois chapel in France." Jo wondered if the sword was there again. "No it is not there Jo. It is lost. You have to find it. The sword was a great source of heavenly power that led me to victory."

"Do you know where to look? I really don't know where to find it." Jo asked nervously. Joan didn't really move.

"The last I had it was at my trial. The high ups in the Catholic Church were the last I known to possess it." Jo eyes almost rolled into the back of her head. The Catholic church was not going to hand over to her easy if they even had it in the first place.

"Everyone doubted me and I had faith Jo." Joan stood up and walked to stand in front of Jo. "I have faith in you, we can save Dean and we can stop Lucifer." With that Joan put her hands on her forehead. Jo looked around she was gone, and she was sitting up in bed again.

"Joan of Arc was here wasn't she?" Castiel's voice came out of the corner of the room. Jo shrieked a small scream.

Down the Hall…

Dean slept for about three hours before his body woke him up. He slipped out of his bed quietly and made his way through the silent house. When he made it to Jo's room he stopped when he heard her let out a small scream. Dean jumped into action and kicked down her door shot gun in hand. The first thing he looked for was Jo and she was sitting on the bed. Then he saw Cas standing in the corner.

"What the hell are you doing in here Cas?" Dean growled. Before Castiel could answer Jo beat him to the punch. "Dean, Cas, I had another dream! It was Joan and she needs her sword! I think the Vatican has it!" She said excitedly.

"The Vatican?" Cas asked.

"Oh, God." Was Dean's comment.