Author Note: I hope people like this story.

Chapter 2

Dean walked in to see Gabriel crouching in front of Jo talking softly with Castiel standing behind his brother and both angels seem to be trying to convince the pregnant woman to eat the food Dean had made for her.

"May I please speak to Jo? Alone?" He asked.

The other men looked at her and when she nodded her head Gabriel stood to join Cas but before he left he reached out and use his angel power to heat the food.

Dean went and poured himself a scotch and drained it quickly before pouring himself a second one. He felt Jo's follow his movements. Sighing he turned and leaned against the table behind him. "I owe you another apology. I didn't mean to steamroll over you like I did."

"I don't need you or your brother's help. I told Gabriel we're leaving." She huffed as she folded her arms over her chest.

Dean sucked in a deep breath at her comment. "You should reconsider that decision. You're safer here with us." He said before adding as an afterthought, "please".

"I'm not your problem." She said. She had feared she wouldn't be able to handle being in the same room with an alternate version of the man she had loved for over half her life but this Dean was making it pretty easy. Yes he was identical to her husband in looks but that seemed to be where the similarities ended.

Dean nodded his head as he went and joined her. He gave her a tentative smile as he tried to reason with her. "I get it. We got off on the wrong foot. I know the past week has been probably the hardest week of your life but we have been dealing with these shit storms for almost 15 years. Let us help you keep your baby safe."

Jo snorted at the man across from her. "Look Gabriel filled me in. I know about your deal...your time in Hell...on the rack...Sam and your half-brother going into the cage...purgatory. I get it God...Chuck...whatever you want to call him liked to screw with you two but he screwed with us too." She said as she pulled out her cell phone.

She pulled up her pictures and turned her phone so he could see what she had pulled up. His eyes widened when he saw a little girl with Jo'a blonde hair and his green eye. He had assumed this was her first pregnancy that didn't end in a miscarriage.

She thrusted the phone at him and he took it wordlessly as he scrolled through picture after picture. He smiled sadly when he saw a photo of his Dad with the child on his shoulders as the other Dean was tickling her foot and all three were laughing.

"Her name was Siobhan. We had her a little over year after John killed Azazel." She explained. "When she was 18 months she got a terrible cough that she couldn't shake and she had no energy. When the medicine her pediatrician had given her wasn't working and she began to cough up blood we rushed her to the hospital and that's when we found out our little girl was born with a congenital heart defect."

Taking a shaky breath she went on. "I'm not going to pretend I know what it was like in Hell...on the rack. Same way you can't pretend to know what it's like to carry a child inside you...to give birth... to witness that child's first breath. Then to hold that child in your arms as she takes her last breath as your husband sings to her because those were your little girl's last words, 'Daddy sing'. You see he made us suffer too."

Dean stared at the woman across from him. "I'm sorry." He whispered as he handed her back her phone. Chuck had tormented them over the past 15 years but what she just told him horrified him since it was an innocent child he used to hurt them. "How old was she?"

Jo sighed as she saw the sadness in his eyes. "She was a four when she passed."

Dean raised his glass and drained the scotch before he spoke again. "Stay and help us."

"Help you?" She asked in confusion.

"Help us take Chuck down. Make him pay for what he's done to us, to you and your family, to Siobhan." He said as he stared in her eyes.

"If I agree to this then somethings need to change." She told him as he got up to fill his glass for a third time.

"Excuse me."

"This baby is going to be here long before you go toe to toe with Chuck and I hate to admit it but I'll need yours and Sam's help as well as Gabriel with taking care of my baby."

"Right. Well Sam may need a crash course in how to feed a baby and to change a diaper but I have plenty of on hands experience from taking care of Sammy when he was a baby." He said before he looked back up as he raised his glass and took a healthy sip.

"Well I'm sure you do but I'm not about to let an alcoholic around my child. You want me to stay and work together with you and Sam then you need to ease up on the booze."

Dean narrowed his eyes at Jo. "Lady I'm a lot of things but I not a damn alcoholic." He snapped, memories of getting his father in bed after a night of drinking flooded his mind.

"I was raised in a bar and I know a functioning alcoholic when I see one. I'm not putting my baby safety in your hands. Not when you're downing scotch like it's ice tea."

Dean looked at her before reaching out to put the glass in his hand down. "Happy?" He hissed.

"Ecstatic." She replied.

"Anything else?" He said with a forced smile that she knew was anything but friendly.

"Not right now." She said returning the forced smile.

"Good we have a few rules around here that I expect you to follow. Number one we don't waste food." He said as he looked towards the discarded plate.

Jo looked at the food and winced. "I get it but honestly I don't like eggs."

"You love eggs, I made them for..." He stopped himself when he realized he was going to say when we were at Bobby's.

"Your Jo like them I take it." She said softly.

"I just assumed you like the same things as my Jo." He admitted as he went to grabbed the plate.

"You know its fine. It won't kill me to eat them." She quickly said as she reached for the plate at the same time. They both pulled back when their hands touched causing the plate to drop on the floor.

"I'm so sorry!" Jo cried in embarrassment.

"It's fine." Dean reassured her as Sam walked back into the room. "Sammy will clean this up and I'll show you where the kitchen is and you can grab some food."

"Clean up what?" Sam asked as he watched his brother start to reach out to help the pregnant woman across from him up but seemed to think better of and stood by her chair instead.

"Slight accident with the eggs." Dean informed him nodding down towards the broken plate and food littering the floor.

"Oh right, I've got it." Sam said as Dean went to usher Jo out towards the kitchen. He frowned when he saw the discarded drink on the table and called after his brother.

"You can have it or dump it." Dean called back as he gave Jo a pointed look.

"Ummm okay." He said not sure what to think of that.

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Dean stayed with Jo as she made herself a ham sandwich.

"You sure you don't want something else? We had Chinese that I can heat up for you."

"No this is good, I don't think I would be able to hold it down to tell you the truth. My stomach was is still doing flip flops from coming through the portal."

"Right, of course."

She ate in silence as Dean tried to make himself busy by cleaning imagery dirty counters.

"Did you love her?" She asked quietly.

He sighed as he put the rag down. "I...We never got the chance to fall in love...too many things in our way but maybe if things had been different for us it would have happened."

"Has there been anyone else?" She asked, hating that a part of her was anxious that this Dean found love with another woman.

"Ummm you really want to hear about other women?" He asked a faint blush on his cheek. If the other Dean was anything like him by 22 he had more than his fair share of hook ups but only one woman that he was serious about at that time.

She laughed nervously. "Probably better if I don't know. It was hard enough when my Dean told me his sexual history before we...well before we became a couple, especially when he told me about Cassie."

Dean almost dropped the coffee pot in his hand as she said the name of the woman he was just thinking about. "Jesus that's a name I haven't heard in a lifetime."

Jo put her sandwich down. "I'm ashamed to say a part of me is relieved you aren't involved with another woman, I don't think I could have handled seeing you with someone." She confessed.

He nodded his head in understanding. Up until a week ago she was with his doppelgänger in her dimension. Sharing their life...their excitement about the child growing inside her. He couldn't blame her for the way she felt.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," he said in a voice he barely recognized. A voice full of compassion, an emotion he had thought he was no longer capable of feeling.

She looked down at her hands and when she looked up again he saw the tears coursing down her cheeks and without thinking he dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled her into his arms.

He held her as she sobbed, whispering that he had her. That she would get through this. That he was here for her, that Sammy was here for her, Gabriel and Castiel...that she wasn't alone.

Gradually her sobs subsided and he pulled back as they both stared into each other's eyes. He would never know what possessed him but he slowly leaned in and kissed her.

She returned the kiss, relishing at the feel of his lips in hers. Her eyes drifted shut, images of her life with her husband flashed through her mind. This was a dream, she was home in bed next to her husband and when her eyes open he will be there, smiling at her...his green eyes sparkling as he reached down to touch her stomach to feel their baby kicking.

Dean groaned when he heard her softly moan as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her closer.

Just as quickly as the kiss began it ended when Jo pushed Dean away, a look of horror on her face. This wasn't a dream and he wasn't her husband. "Oh God," she cried as she jumped from the chair and hurried over to the sink and threw up what little food she had in her stomach.

She was a horrible person! How could she disrespected her husband who sacrificed himself to give her and their baby a chance to make it to this dimension and she's barely here a few hours and she kissed another man."

"I'm sorry Jo...I don't know what came over me." Dean said as he tried to put a hand on her back.

"Don't touch me!" She snapped as she stood up straighter before turning and glaring at him. "Why couldn't you be different? You look exactly like him! Even your damn haircut is the same! How am I supposed to mourn him when I'm here with you?" She cried blindly slapping at his hands as he tried to calm her down.

"Calm down Jo! You need to calm down!" He shouted as he tried to grab her. Sam came rushing in when he heard his brother shouting.

"Shit!" Sam said as he saw a hysterical Jo pushing Dean away. Her screams were loud enough that Gabriel and Castiel quickly joined them.

"Jo!" Gabriel called out as he shot Dean a look that clearly said 'back off' as he gathered the woman in his arms. "It's okay Darling...shhhh."

Jo collapsed into the angel's arms and wept miserable, "he's not my Dean. Why can't he be my Dean?"

"Dean," Castiel said as he and Sam pulled him into the corridor. "What happened?""

Dean blushed as he looked at his brother and friend. "I...I kissed her."

Sam's mouth dropped open in shock. "What were you thinking?" He snapped.

Castiel stared at the hunter. "Our Jo loved you Dean and obviously you've never been able to cope with the fact that you were in love with her but you can't expect this Jo to replace her."

"I don't think that! Look it was an accident."

"Dean," Sammy said in frustration.

The three stopped talking when Gabriel came out carrying a sleeping Jo in his arms. "I had to force her to sleep. I'll go lay her down and then you can tell me what you did to cause that reaction."

Dean looked at the other angel. "I put her in the room across from mine."

"Jo will share my room next to Cas." He told him as he stood in front of Dean.

Dean wanted to say if she was going to share anyone's bed it would be his but he knew that was a knee jerk reaction that he had no right to. Instead he slowly nodded as Gabriel stood in front of him, dreading their upcoming discussion.

Author Note: Awww poor Dean...you know he never gets over losing the people he loves.