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Remember me???

Yes yes... well... I am really sorry, but year 11 is tough...

And I'm lazy.

But its the long weekend AND Jensen Ackles birthday.

So I thought I would get my ass of the couch and into my computer chair


"So I guess our first step guys; is to track down the last girl he slept with."

"You won't have to look far." As she said it Jo knew it was true.

"What?" Dean's voice came out shocked

"It's me."

"No… No way… It could be another Darren, Jo."

"It wasn't Sam." Jo sounded close to tears

"How do you know?" Jo motioned outside.

"Because all I want is to go through myself under that truck."

"Jo" Dean's voice furiously cut in. "Don't even talk like that, we are not going to let anything happen to you,"

"What are you gonna do Dean… Sell your soul for me?" Her tone was sharp and biting.

Sam and Dean exchanged sad looks.

Finally Sam put his hand on Jo's shoulder. "Jo you are one of the family." She damn well knew that. "We are not going to figure this out. There has to be something we can do."

Jo sighed. "How long did the girls have?"

Sam scanned his laptop again. "About 36 hours."

Dean looked at the lack of expression on her face and decided he had to say something. "Jo, you are stronger than them. You might have longer."

"I know."

"Well guys I guess we better start looking."

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It had been 40 hours. In 40 hours they had found nothing, nothing except that the latest girl in the morgue had a tattoo that Dean thought was sexy. Jo sat in her room in the dark, just waiting. She knew she was waiting for the end.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. Everything she saw made her think how she could use it to end this misery. She had never felt this before; she just did not want to live anymore.

"Come on Jo, just hold on." She kept telling her self over and over. She even tried to say it out loud, but her voice could not penetrate the silence.

In the midst of the nothing all she wanted was something to happen.

And then something did.

"Jo?" Dean's beautiful voice came through the darkness.

"Jo, can I come in?"

"It's open." Her voice was raspy and thin.

Dean walked in and moved to turn on the light.

"Don't!" Jo's voice pleaded

"Ok Jo, it's ok."

She closed her eyes and felt the bed depress next to her. Here they were in the dark together on a bed. This moment was the complete opposite to everything she wanted.

"I don't want to die Dean, except for that I want to in every possible way" Her voice wasn't weak; it came out just like a statement of facts.

"I'm not going to let you die Jo"

"Dean…" Jo couldn't choke back the tears. She just sobbed as Dean held her. All he wanted was for her to feel better. So Dean did the only thing he knew how.

He kissed her. It was a slow gentle loving kiss.

He positioned her face to look him in the eyes, ever so slowly closing the gap between them. It took Jo by surprise, so not knowing what else to do she pulled away.

"Jo I'm so sorry, I don't know…" But his words were cut off by Jo's lips on his.

The kisses that followed were fast and furious, to the extent that their lips became swollen and bruised, but that didn't matter.

Jo felt Dean's hand run up her top which he lifted over her head.

She felt his hands run down her bare back and for a second indulged in the thought that these hands helped save the world.

Then suddenly he stopped. Suddenly there was distance between them again.

Suddenly they were thinking.

"Jo, when did you get that tattoo?"

"I don't have a tattoo."

"Then I think we know how this guy is tapping you will to live."

"What?"

"You have a mark on you back the exact same as the last female victim."

"Oh. So what now?"

"I guess we better talk to Sam."

"But Dean…"

"Jo, you are suicidally depressed. It would have been wrong."

"No Dean you don't understand."

"No Jo, I don't even think you knew what was happening. So get dressed and we will go see Sam."

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Sam's fingers traced the mark on Jo's back, which was in the shape of a crescent moon.

"This is exactly the same. Except maybe a little bit lighter. I suppose the longer you have it the darker it gets. It's really lucky you noticed it Jo."

Jo raised her head in acknowledgment. She didn't know how much longer she could keep on going. For that minute or two she and Dean were together she had forgotten all about Darren. And now that he had stopped… well it just made everything that much worse. It seemed fair to reason that if they slept together every day she would live a normal life. Up until the end of year anyway.

Sam placed his hand on her shoulder again. "Just hang in there Jo, remember that there is hope."

"I'll do my best."

"Until we figure this our though, either Dean or I will have to be with you at all times."

Fantastic.


Ah well... Dean Dean Dean... Who thought getting into your element would take you so far out of your element??

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