A/N Set during various episodes during Season 9, from "Captives" to "Do You Believe In Miracles". The next chapter will be the finale. I will try to post it either tomorrow or the day after sometime before the first Season 10 episode airs. Thank you everyone who has read, followed, favorited and reviewed. The line breaks keep disappearing when I hit save. I apologize if it is hard to read.

"You are going to let them know you are still here?" Jo asked Kevin in surprise.

"I need them to help me find my Mom. I am kind of stuck here; at least you get to go wherever Dean does. I promise, I won't tell him you are here, too," Kevin explained.

"Thanks," she replied in relief. "I am pretty sure he thinks he is just going crazy and imagining me. I want him to think that until I can figure how to get him to see me, or at least hear me, again. Ever since he got the Mark Of Cain I can't communicate with him. If he knew I was really here he would think I had abandoned him."

"You'll figure it out. Eventually you will need to tell him; it might save him from his own self destruction," Kevin said sincerely.

"Thanks for your vote of confidence."

Dean gripped the sink tightly, inhaling deeply before he wiped the steam from the mirror. He felt the Mark fighting for control.

"Why did you leave me, Jo?' he whispered as he regained control.

"I didn't leave you. That stupid Mark is blocking me," he heard her voice over his shoulder.

He straightened up quickly, checking briefly to make sure his towel was covering everything.

"I think you should have at least listened to what the consequences of the Mark were," Jo sighed in exasperation.

"I still had to take it. It is our only chance at stopping Abbadon, maybe even Metaron," Dean said defensively.

"Yes, but if you knew what the side effects were, it would be easier to counteract them," she pressed.

"I could handle any side effect if I wasn't doing this alone," he argued.

"You are not doing this alone," she said through gritted teeth.

"Ok, alone except for the voice in my head of a dead lo- friend," he amended.

"Argh! Not me, your brother you idiot!"

Dean snorted.

"Sam doesn't care what price I have to pay!"

"Of course he does! He's obviously lying because he is mad! He has hero-worshipped you since he was a toddler. The lengths you two go to save each other are legendary. That doesn't just go away," she countered, her frustration palpable.

"It does if you are Sam." Dean jutted out his chin stubbornly.

"Some day he is going to admit it was a lie and prove me right," she teased.

"Sure, Jo," he sighed.

"I am still worried about the changes the Mark is making," she said in a softer tone.

"So am I."

Standing unseen next to Sam, Jo watched as Dean stabbed Abbadon over and over. Sam pleaded for Dean to stop. At last she couldn't take it any more.

"Dean! Stop! It's over!" she shouted.

Abruptly Dean stopped. Startled he looked at Jo and Sam, then down at Abbadon's corpse in horror.

Her head in her hands, Jo knelt at Dean's bedside. Sam had laid his body down with care; she could almost convince herself he was going to wakeup any moment. She didn't know why she was still on Earth if Dean was dead.

"I failed you, Dean. I couldn't Save her," She sobbed.

Lifting her head she ran a translucent hand down his cheek. Crowley's voice from the across the room drew her attention away from Dean. She quickly realized the King of Hell could not see or sense her. Dean's eyes opened, his eyes as black as coal. He rose from the bed, leaving with Crowley

Realizing her work was not done, Jo followed.