Dean was sitting on Crowley's throne…again. He lounged in it, his legs dangling bored over the side.

Bela entered the throne room, smiling when she saw the Knight. Dean, whose eyes were closed, ignored the clicking of the demon's heels. His eyes did open, however, when she climbed into his lap.

"What are you doing?" he asked evenly.

Bela smirked and kissed him, long and slow. "I figured since Jo is gone you might be lonely."

Dean kept his face impassive. "You shouldn't think. It doesn't suit you."

Bela pouted and began to run her hands over his shoulders. "Oh, Dean," she purred, her lips moving to his neck. Shifting, Dean moved to get her off of him when Crowley walked in.

"What the hell are you two doing?" he demanded as Bela jumped to her feet, but Dean stayed in the throne. Dean winked at Bela before she took her leave. Crowley ignored it, storming up to his right hand. "What the hell are you doing?" he demanded.

Dean shrugged. "The view's better from here."

Crowley continued to glare at the Winchester. "The view? Are you forgetting you gave you all of this? I could have left you in that damn bunker!"

Dean's black eyes ticked to Crowley's and he slowly raised himself from the throne.

"I'm sorry," Dean glared evenly. Crowley shook his head and plopped down in the throne.

"Shouldn't you be watching that cute little blonde of yours?" Crowley asked nonchalantly.

Dean shook his head. "She'll be fine," he replied not rising to the bait.

Crowley chuckled and Dean glared at him.

"I'm sure she will."

Dean rolled his eyes. "What is it, Crowley?"

The King smirked. "She's on her way to Lebanon, Kansas."

Dean straightened and disappeared as Crowley laughed.

XXXX

Jo sat in a bar that Dean had often frequented during his time at the bunker. It was quiet for a weekend except for regulars and a couple of college kids who couldn't keep their eyes off of the revived huntress.

Jo, however, ignored them and focused on her beer.

"I'm here," she muttered into her drink. "Now what?" Just as she posed the question a college kid moved to sit next to her.

"Don't you look lonely," he smiled.

"Not in the mood," Jo growled, her grip on the bottle tightening.

The boy's smile turned into a smirk. "Come on, sugar." His arm reached out…

And Jo caught it, twisting it behind his back. "I said no," she growled, releasing him.

The kid instantly turned on her. "You bitch!" He rushed at her but a new fist collided with his face.

"She said no," a tall man growled. Jo's eyes widened.

"Sam," she gasped. His jaw dropped as he looked at her, then grabbed her arm and began drag her out of the bar. Once they were outside he slammed her against the side of the building.

"Who the hell are you?" he growled.

Jo gasped as she hit. "It's me, I swear!" The flash of wings stilled them both.

"Sam," Castiel growled. "Let Joanna go." Sam glared at her before loosening his hold.

Jo barely had enough time to catch her breath before he swept her up in a bear hug. A smile blossomed on her face as she wrapped her arms around him.

"I missed you a lot," he smiled, pulling back. "And Dean…" His face darkened and Jo's heart began to pound.

"What? What happened?"

Sam shook his head. "It's not pretty."

Jo sighed. "Please, Sam." The younger Winchester nodded and led her into the bar, knowing they should do this with beer.

Castiel watched the hunters reenter the bar where he knows Joanna would be caught up on Dean's current condition. The angel then turned to the other witness.

"You've been watching her," he stated.

The demon shrugged. "It helps me think."

The angel sighed. "I know how you felt about her."

The Knight rolled his eyes. "I don't need the speech, Cas."

Cas shook his head. "You should talk to her, Dean," he replied before disappearing.