A.N.~I do not own supernatural or the awesome characters! In this chapter, Sam gets hurt on a hunt and Jo finds him outside the roadhouse. Special thanks to Lucydoll22 for the idea for this chapter! Contains Hurt!Sam and Caring!Ellen. Write in the review if you find my reference to the musical 'Chicago' with which song it's from! I'm sorry I took so long to update, I have been very busy with Thanksgiving and doing tech for a play. Please R&R!

Jo POV

"Jo!" Mom yelled from the busy bar. I finished getting the orders from the table I was at and walked up to her, not wanting to make her wait. "I need you to go down to Vinny's and pick up a new keg, this one's empty. All you have to do is just ask for the keg under the name, 'Harvelle'." She shoved some money and my keys into my hands. "Just please hurry, these people are going to get very rowdy if they don't get their beer."

"Alright." I said taking the money and keys. I walked to the door, put my coat and boots on and walked out the front door. I was jogging to the car when I suddenly heard a noise, it sounded like a groan. I looked over and I saw a big black pile on the snow. I cautiously walked over to it, curious as to what it was. As I got closer, I saw a face, not just a face, a long mess of brown hair. Wait a second, I thought, suddenly coming to a realization.

"Sam!" I yelled, running over to him as fast as I could before slipping on the ice next to him. I rolled him over and tried to get him to wake up. "Sam, Sam can you hear me!" I started shaking him. Suddenly, he started coughing, his eyelids fluttering. I could tell he had a fever from the way he was burning up.
"...Jo?" He slurred, barely hanging on to consciousness.

"Thank God," I breathed, glad he was alive.

"Jo...I'm...bleed'n..." He lifted up his jacket as much as he could to show me a nasty cut that ripped across his side. It was still bleeding and it looked puffy and red.

"That explains the fever." I realized, looking at the infected wound. "Sam, are you wounded anywhere else?"

"no..." He whispered, losing the battle with consciousness. I leaned over and carefully helped him up off the ground and looped his arm (on his good side) over my shoulders. Then I proceeded to drag/walk him inside.

"Mom!" I yelled as loud as I could. She looked over, her face confused at first, then concerned. She came up to Ash and told him something, He picked up his phone, dialed a couple of numbers and called someone. Mom came running up to us. She grabbed his other arm and helped me drag him up the stairs.

"What happened?" She said as we led Sam to the guest bedroom.

"I don't know!" I exclaimed. "I walked outside and saw him on the ground, curled up in a ball!"

We laid him down under the covers as I continued to explain. "So you just found him in the snow?" Mom questioned, looking at me from where she was seated on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, maybe he got hurt by something not to far from here and he didn't know where to go?" I asked. "I did hear about a case a couple of weeks ago, but we were so busy here, I didn't have time to look into it."

"What was the case?"

"Well, there was a series of kidnappings in the area a month ago, and the cops found one of the victims a couple weeks ago on the side of the road and his body was mutilated! There was 2 bullet holes in his head, he had 10 stab wounds, and his insides were like jelly."

"From the stab wounds?"

I shook my head before continuing. "They found traces of arsenic in his system."

Mom nodded, understanding. She shifted the washcloth on Sam's head as I began to stitch up his side. "So Sam tried to save the kidnapped people and got hurt?"

"And, his wound got infected." I said as I doused his side in holy water, making him groan and squirm from where he was on the bed. "Sorry." I mumbled, wishing there was some way I could stop the pain he was feeling.

"By the way, who was Ash calling?" I asked, as I continued to flush out Sam's wound.

"Dean." Mom said as she started measuring out a small cup of Nyquil for Sam. She seemed oddly calm, while I was freaking out.

"What about John?" I blurted out, knowing it was on both of our minds.

"Ash already tried calling him." She said, regrettably. "He didn't answer."

Before I could ask her anything more, the door swung open and revealed Dean standing there, looking like he hadn't slept in days. When he saw Sam, he looked relieved that he wasn't dead and concerned for his brother's health. He came running over to us, his eyes on Sam.

"Is he ok?" He asked, concerned.

"He's going to be fine." Mom said, smiling sadly at him.

"Ellen, Jo, Ash, you can go back to the bar. I'll stay with Sam." Dean said, not taking his eyes of his younger brother.

"You sure?" Mom asked, already walking towards the door.

"Yeah. Go on, it's really crowded down there."

I didn't move from my seat next to the bed.

"Jo, go on. It's ok I'll finish stitching him up."

I continued to stitch up Sam's side, ignoring him.

"Jo." He said firmly, placing his hands over mine. I could feel my heart flutter in my chest and a blush creep to my cheeks, but I didn't let my emotions take control of me. I knew he was doing this on purpose, the second my guard was down he would shove me down the stairs. Suddenly, he grabs my chin and turns my face towards him, gazing into my eyes lovingly.

"Dean, what are you-"

He pushed his soft, but strong lips against mine. We kissed innocently for about 30 seconds before Dean started moving around, pulling me with him. I smiled into the kiss as continued to move with him. Is this really happening!? I thought, completely shocked.

"I'm sorry," Dean said against my lips. Suddenly, I felt him reach behind me, press his hands against my shoulders and push me through the open door.

I stared at the door, dumbfounded.

"JERK!"