A/N: Keep up the reviews! Love them. Apologies for the delay, I'm out of town and couldn't get the internet access to agree with me. Here's Chapter Twelve, I hope you all enjoy!

Cold

Dean hated traveling like the angels did. Teleporting didn't sit well with his body. Unfortunately, Castiel insisted. They arrived at the camp in Maine, and Dean was suddenly on edge. It looked like a battlefield.

"How many camps are there?" Dean asked out of curiosity as they walked through the smoking rubble.

"Hundreds throughout the world. Balthazar and I tried to preserve as many humans as we could," Castiel explained. Dean began to worry about Jo once he saw a crying woman huddled in the corner outside a shack. The angel and Dean walked towards a central area of the camp and Dean started to wish that Castiel had provided him with a coat. It was winter in Maine and he could see snow on top of some of the shacks. The twenty-some survivors gathered around Castiel and Dean. "This is Dean, the one I spoke of. He will help you rebuild. He is from a different camp across the country, and is a close friend. I must go, good luck to you all," Castiel said before disappearing.

"Hi," Dean said looking around at the cowering people in front of him who were in obvious need of help.


"Jo! I see sprouts!" Jane called from just outside Dean and Jo's cabin as she came rushing in.

"Really?"

"Yep. You're one step closer to no more instant potatoes," Jane said with a laugh.

"Thank God," Jo replied as she pushed her blonde hair out of the way. She was cleaning the cabin when Jane had arrived. Since Dean was gone, she had become lonely and it was only her second day without him.

"You doing okay dear?" Jane asked, putting a hand on Jo's shoulder.

"I'm fine. Just a little worried about the raid tomorrow. I just don't want to screw up and have Dean think he can't trust me, you know?" Jo rambled on.

"Oh you'll be fine. Sam tells me you were a great hunter, and I know you'll have no problem leading our raid. There's a reason you and Dean get along so well, and he trusts you," Jane assured her.

"I guess," Jo said, moving to the bedroom to change out of her dirty cleaning clothes.

Later that evening Jo was sitting with Sam and Jane at table in the kitchen building eating dinner. Picking at the instant potatoes, Jo drowned out the conversation Sam and Jane were having about world war II.

"Jo?" Chuck asked. Jo's head snapped up from her mess of potatoes and she looked at Chuck standing right in front of her.

"Yes?"

"Here's the list. Dean usually likes to look it over the night before and adds anything he thinks we might need," Chuck said with a smile as he handed her the clipboard he was always walking around with.

"Thanks," Jo said, trying to act authoritative. She took the clipboard and set it face down next to her. 'I'll look at it later,' she thought. Once they finished dinner Jo went back to the cabin she shared with Dean. Sitting on the couch she looked over the list on the clipboard. "Toilet paper?" she said to herself as she looked over the list. 'Who is going? Where am I supposed to take them to? How do I even coordinate this?' For Dean it appeared to be so simple, but Jo was overwhelming herself with how to go about a normal raid. Realizing that her first step was to find out who was going, she called a meeting.

An hour later Riss, Chuck, Eric, Sam, Jane, and other camp members were standing outside her and Dean's cabin.

"Okay, I guess I'm leading the raid tomorrow because Dean is gone. So who is coming with?" she asked, looking at Sam.

"Well Jane and I are in of course," Sam said.

"I'll go," Eric said, giving Jo and encouraging smile.

"I guess I'll tag along," Randy said, crossing his arms.

"I'm for sure coming," Tanner, a younger boy said. Dean had finally given him the 'OK' for the next raid since he turned sixteen.

"Riss, will you be joining us?" Jo asked with minimal hate in her voice. In response the woman rolled her eyes and stomped away. "I take that as a no. Okay, well I'll see you all in the morning, at dawn." Everyone cleared out of the cabin except for Sam.

"You seem a little nervous," he commented, following Jo inside the cabin as she grabbed herself a beer.

"A little. I just don't want to be responsible for anyone getting hurt."

"Dean is like that too," Sam nodded, accepting the beer she offered him.

"I don't know how he does it. Puts all that stress on himself, I mean."

"That's just Dean for you. It's what he does," Sam said as he watched his brother's girl chug a whole beer. 'They really are made for each other,' he thought to himself with a smile. "It will go just fine. You need help with anything?" He offered.

"Actually, yeah I do. Can you look over this list and tell me if I'm missing anything I need to add?" she asked as she handed him the clipboard. Sam looked it over and scribbled a few things on it and handed it back to her.

"If I were you I'd find an abandoned Target or a store like that. Jane and I usually stock up on supplies at the local hospitals and find small stores here and there. You take Eric and Randy with you. Jane and I can have Tanner tag along with us. Everything should go just fine, and Castiel said that their plan was working right? So that means we won't have to be doing this much longer I hope," Sam said, giving Jo a hopeful smile.


"Dean, where should we put this?" A short, stout man asked.

"Medical supplies will go in that building, we'll be getting more when I take you guys on a raid," Dean explained, walking around with a can of spray paint to mark various demon traps. The camp in Maine was progressing slowly, but Dean was able to help them organize the remains. He also spent a half a day digging graves with a few of the uninjured men. Depressing as it was, he was able to stay focused and help the poor souls who endured a viscous attack. This camp was poorly furnished compared to Camp Chitaqua. He missed Jo terribly, and thought of her each night. Part of him worried about something similar to what happened in Maine happening to their camp, but he quickly pushed that thought aside. It had been almost a week since Dean arrived in Maine, and he was starting to get anxious to return home.

"Carl, get everyone together if you can. We're going to organize a raid so I can get back home," Dean said. He knew these people wouldn't recover for a long time, but he did his part in keeping them safe and teaching them basic hunting skills along with cleaning up the camp. The only thing that scared him was how thick the Croats were out here on the east coast compared to his area. He knew they would need to take extra caution and longer raids to decrease the risk of infection or death. Shivering from the cold weather, he shrugged his borrowed coat tighter to his body and continued with the spray paint.