A/n: Hey everyone, I'm back after the really long hiatus. And yes, I am still continuing this story. I had a really bad mental block for this one. Sorry for people who were really waiting. It's back now for obvious reasons, so read and review :) Anyway, this chapter is set somewhere in season 4.
He's Back
Jo tapped her fingers on the counter. The bar was closed but she wanted to think as she would every night. It's been more than a year since she last saw the Winchester brothers; it's been a year since she last saw Dean. It's been a year since a demon or whatever it was attacked her and the others; a year since they last found out about Ana the psychic.
Jo has been handling herself quite well for the past year. But every time she goes to do a job, Dean, Sam and their black impala always cross her mind. She has heard a lot of things for rumors about them were everywhere. Dean dead, Dean alive; Sam good, Sam bad. She remembered crying to herself when she heard that Dean got fetched by the hell hounds. She heard he was back, healthy and alive but Jo didn't believe this. How can someone be brought back from the dead?
The blonde snapped away from her thoughts and shook her head. There were more important things than nostalgia. She closed her eyes and breathed. She exhaled a mixture of pain and regret out of her system.
Ding. The bell on the door ringed.
"Sorry, we're closed" she called out with an eye roll.
"One drink wouldn't hurt" The customer pleaded.
"I'm sorry but-" Jo turned around to face the stubborn customer only to see two familiar faces.
"Hey" Dean smiled awkwardly.
Jo instantly threw salt into their faces. After some instances before, she couldn't be too sure. No, not a cringe or a burn. She gulped down her words and breathed. There they were, in the flesh. As if they had read her mind and came to get her.
"It's ok, Jo. They're them." Bobby wheeled in.
"Bobby!" Jo ran towards the bearded man and gave him a hug.
"We missed you too, lil lady" Bobby laughed out.
Jo turned to Dean and Sam. She inspected them from head to toe just to make sure that there isn't anything different from them. They looked a little bit more stressed and a bit more pressured. But you'd expect that from two people trying to save the whole world all by themselves.
They're here, they're alive. He's back, he's alive. Her heart started to beat fast and her knees started to buckle. She wanted to jump for joy as her insides were already celebrating. One tear of joy ran down her face.
"Hey" was the only word she could say.
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He felt nervous. Dean followed her with his eyes holding a usual bottle of liquor. He sighed. He missed her. He has gone to hell and back but he still couldn't forget her. She's got him wrapped around her finger and she doesn't even know it yet.
"Dude," Sam interrupted his deep thoughts.
"Yeah? What?" Dean shook his head and turned to his brother.
"You weren't listening. Unbelievable." Sam rolled his eyes and slumped to his chair in exasperation.
"Sorry, Sam. Uh…I'm just a little bit preoccupied." Dean replied taking a gulp from his drink.\
"You always are. Especially with her." Sam answered.
"What?"
"What?"
"No." Dean shook his head in denial. "You know what; I don't even know what you mean."
"Sure, you don't" Sam sarcastically replied.
"I'm going to get another one of these" Dean stood up referring to his alcohol.
He headed inside the counter and looked for some beer. Dean just wanted to get wasted. It was better doing something stupid when you're wasted than doing something stupid when you're not.
"Hey." A familiar voice called out.
"Hey" Dean turned around to face Jo.
"So, how are you?"
"Here, alive and kicking." He laughed.
"Good, then" she said and started walking away, as if she was afraid to make conversation with him.
"Jo." Dean called out, and she turned around with the most expecting eyes.
"I missed having you around." He murmured out but she completely understood it.
A took over her lips. "Same here."
"And I'm sorry, for leaving you again. And for not calling."
"It's ok. I'm kind of used to it. You're Dean Winchester, what is there to expect?"
She may have smiled while throwing that sarcastic comment but it was the truth and it hurt. It hurt to know that again, she was the last to know, as if she wasn't important to him at all. And maybe that was the problem. She wanted to be part of his life, and she starts to expect things but they all come crashing down because she knows she'll never be anyone except another co hunter.
She'll never know how much that pierced through him. He wanted so much to call her but he didn't have the courage to. And she won't know that they were at that bar because he just wanted to make sure that she was alright. She'll never know these things he did just to see her.
"By now, I should've gotten used to you good-byes, Dean Winchester." She said before she completely disappeared.