Don't tell my other fics, but this one if my favorite :).

There's some degree of cheese of this chapter. The verse is from Proverbs 10:12.

No rights to Supernatural.

Talking Bobby out of his hate-fest the next morning was rather easy. He couldn't throw punches very well from a wheelchair and, since he's the one who found out all the stuff about Odi hate, he was open to what Jo had to say about the matter.

"That makes me a tad uncomfortable," Bobby complained that morning, "knowing that creatures can just go poking around in my feelings."

"Same here," Sam concurred from the table he was reclining at beside Dean.

"I have a question," Jo said from the couch beside Ruby. "Why isn't Ruby being affected?"

"What do you mean?" Ruby prompted.

"For both doses, you didn't seem to feel any animosity toward me," Jo pointed out.

"Probably because she's not human," Dean shrugged.

"She might be," Jo said.

Sam frowned. "Huh?"

"Well . . . she doesn't seem very demonic."

"Thanks, sweetheart," Ruby grinned.

"You don't seem very human, but hey," Dean gestured at her.

Jo glared.

"Right, I don't hate you, or whatever," Dean rolled his eyes.

"I kind of do," Sam said quietly.

Jo groaned loudly and flopped her head down onto her knees.

"Look, I know what you two told me," Sam began, "and it makes sense. I believe you, I really do, but that doesn't change the fact that I feel hate towards you. I look at you, and hate just goes through me. I feel terrible."

Jo lifted her head. "What about you, Dean?"

Jo looked her loftily, but agreed, "Yeah. Yes, I still hate you."

Jo bit her tongue to keep from screaming at all of them. "Fabulous," she said through her teeth. She bolted from the couch, "I think I'll take a walk."

"I'll come with you," Ruby offered. "I don't want you jumping off a bridge since no one likes you."

"Thanks."

"Don't worry, Jesus loves you!" Ruby grinned broadly. How un-demonic of her.

"That's the spirit," Bobby droned.

Just as Ruby and Jo left, one of Dean's cell phones started going off. He retrieved from his pocket, checked the caller I.D., and then quickly put it to his ear.

"Cas?"

"Hello, Dean."

"What's wrong?"

"Come behind the house. Come alone."

Then nothing.

Dean took a moment to resent Cas's social skills, then stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

"I think I'll take a walk, too," Dean said, standing up.

Dean took the back entrance out of the house, which opened to unkempt grass and trees. In the distance, an elusive figure stood, waiting.

"Cas, the angel on my shoulder himself!" Dean called out to the figure. "What's with the cryptic messages?"

"I come bearing news," he says, as monotonously earnest as ever.

"Where have you been?" Dean questioned. "Are you aware of how much has been going on over here?"

"I've had bigger beef to fry, Dean."

"No, Cas, it's bigger fish to fry."

"No, Dean, it's merely a figure of speech. I'm not actually frying any meat products."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Nevermind, what's your big news?"

"There's an Odi in the area," Cas warned.

Dean ran a hand through his hair. "Old news, buddy. Believe me, we're aware."

"Its primary target seems to be your friend, Joanna Harvelle."

"I assumed that. Any other life-altering news?"

"I don't appreciate your tone," Cas frowned. Not that he usually smiled, but his frown intensified a bit. "I thought maybe you'd like to know that whatever you're feeling toward Joanna now is planted."

"That's what she keeps telling us," Dean said, "but . . . it feels real."

"It is real," Cas assured him. "It just wasn't put there by you."

"How do I get rid of it?" Dean asked, because it suddenly seemed vastly important that he should know.

"You work through it until you get past the bitterness within you, within all of you who've been affected."

"Working through feelings?" Dean said skeptically. "Not really my strong suit."

"Oh, yes," Cas seemed to disapprove, "you hunters prefer violence."

Dean shrugged shamelessly.

"You could kill the Odi the Jo made the deal with," Cas revealed. "If that happens, any emotion she put within you should disappear."

"Awesome. Could you tell me where it is?"

"Close by," Cas told him. "It's feeding off the chaos coming from her manipulation. If you all stay close together, you should be able to coax her out or spot her."

Like Ruby suggested, Dean thought. Maybe she was smarter than she looked.

Dean then thought, Why do I want to get rid of it?

"I don't understand how these powers work," Dean told Cas with a scowl. "If I hate Jo so much, why am I wanting to go through much trouble to stop hating her? Why am I open to things she suggests? Why do I still notice how good jeans look on her?"

Cas held his gaze. "Because, Dean, the Odi only entranced you with new hate. Anything you felt before – camaraderie, friendship, preconceived hate, desire, love –it didn't take any of that out of you."

Dean's expression was inscrutable. "How inconvenient."

"If I may say something, Dean," Cas began, "if you do love her—"

"Whoa, Cas," Dean held up a hand to shush him. "We are not girls at a slumber party. We don't talk about our feelings with each other."

"Then let me speak generally, then," Cas requested. "Dean, Hatred stirs up dissension, but love conquers over all wrongs."

"That's cheesy, even for you," Dean criticized. "Especially for you."

"It's a newer translation of a Bible verse, Dean."

"Your angel is showing," Dean poked fun.

"What I'm trying to say," Cas continued, "is if you love this girl, then you can get past this without having to kill a person."

"A person?"

"Yes, Odis are genetic mutations conjured up in from either a witch or a mad scientist. I'm not sure which. They're very rare."

"So we're up against an X-Woman?"

"Dean, I'm trying to make a point," Cas pressed. "Love can be stronger than hate, and if you utilize it, you might be able to get past whatever you feel toward her now, whatever it is that's trying to turn you and your brother against each other. You can work through this."

"Who is it?" Dean asked. "Who is it that's going after hunters?"

"Odi after Odi is messing with hunters' lives recently," Cas explained. "They're catching at times when they're near death, bringing them back, then watching them suffer, kill themselves off, all while getting a high off the misery they helped create. You and Sam are a primary targets. You wreak a lot of havoc. Jo's situation was a rare opportunity to mess up your lives."

"Why are they uprising all of the sudden?"

"The feel oppressed and mistreated," Cas continued. "Since they're fundamentally human, they don't believe they deserve to be hunted."

"I beg to differ," Dean grumbled.

"Yes, I hope you do," Cas nodded. Now, if you'll excuse me . . ."

There was a small breeze as Cas vanished.

At some point, Dean thought, someone should teach that frustrating angel the exact art of saying goodbye.