A/N: A big thank you to DMRA, trenadie, babyreaper, AlineGionvanella, DreamWriter76, Grace W., and AngelGemma! I know the season has begun but I hope you'll continue reading. Anywho, all of this work is dedicated to Skulduggery Bathilda Spark and her demon Dean. Hope you all enjoy!

Jo shook her head. "No."

Sam sighed. "I'm sorry, Jo."

"Dammit!" Jo yelled, getting to her feet and beginning to pace the motel room.

Sam ran a hand through his hair. "Things got rough after you died. Especially for Dean."

Jo shook her head. "He can't be…" She sighed, not stopping her pacing. "How do we fix it?"

Sam looked at Jo, his eyes sorrowful. "I don't know."

Jo frowned. "What do you mean you don't know?"

Sam stood up. "He's not just a demon, Jo. He's a Knight of Hell. He's not just gonna wait for us to shoot him with a devil's trap bullet."

Jo nodded. "I know. But he'll hold still if he's distracted."

Sam frowned and shook his head. "No, Jo." He knew if Dean was himself he'd kill Sam if he let Jo be bait.

Jo rolled her eyes. "You have a better idea, Sam?"

Sam sighed. "No, but…it's not safe, Jo. Dean's not safe."

Jo shook her head. "I'll be fine, Sam."

"It's been five years, Jo. You've barely been back five days!"

Jo rolled her eyes. "Sam-" The huntress was cut off by the ringing of her phone. She answered it instantly. "Hello? Dean?"

Sam's frown deepened. Who exactly was calling a dead girl? He leaned in closer to hear and Jo didn't seem to mind.

"Joanna," the voice rasped. "I am pleased you have arrived in Kansas safely."

Jo shook her head. "Who are you?"

The woman sighed. "I told you…I'm a friend of you mother's…or I was."

"Did you know about Dean? Did you bring me back?"

The woman sighed. "Yes, Joanna. I did know about Dean becoming a Knight of Hell. However, I am not the force that revived you."

Jo shook her head. "Then who did?"

"I cannot give you those answers. However, I can still be helpful."

"How?" Jo demanded, unbelieving.

"Give the phone to Sam," the woman ordered. Jo removed the cell from her ear and looked from it to Sam.

"She wants to talk to you," Jo explained, offering him the phone.

Sam took the phone hesitantly. "Hello?" His face instantly darkened as he gulped. He knew the voice. Jo leaned over, trying to listen in but he pushed her away which only confused her more.

After what felt like an eternity, Sam hung up the phone and handed it back to Jo.

"Who was it?" Jo asked, confused.

Sam shook his head. "No clue. But she seems to know what she's talking about."

Jo frowned. "What do you mean?"

Sam ran a hand through his hair, looking at her with those puppy eyes. Jo sat next to him, concerned.

"She told me there's a way to fix Dean."

Jo smiled. "That's great! How do we do it?"

Sam sighed. "We finish closing the gates of Hell."

XXXX

Amanda Danes hung up the phone in her hospital room as a cough fit racked through her body. She laid back down, covering her cold body with the blanket as there was a knock at her door.

"Come in," she called, believing it to be a nurse with her afternoon medications. "You're a little early, aren't you?"

Two nurses and a doctor entered and Amanda straightened, staring at the doctor.

"My, Amanda," the handsome young man smiled. "You've been here quite a while."

The woman straightened. "A little over a year," she informed him.

The doctor nodded and looked around the small room. "It's a good hiding place. It took us a while to trace your call."

Amanda shook her head. "What do you mean?"

The man rolled his eyes. "Did you really think I wouldn't be watching her?"

Amanda smiled. "Careful, Dean. Your humanity is showing."

The Knight looked back to the nurse demons and dismissed them before approaching the woman.

"You need to leave her alone," Dean growled.

Amanda blinked. "I don't know who you're talking about."

Dean's eyes flicked black. "Bullshit."

Amanda smiled sweetly. "Do I sense a bit of possessiveness, Dean?"

He shook his head and pulled out the First Blade. "What have you told her?"

Amanda looked him over. "Scared I'll spill your dirty little secret? Don't worry. I'm sure Sam has already filled her in."

Dean stood back and looked at her. "You sent her to Kansas."

Amanda nodded. "As much as you hate it, Dean, she is involved now."

Dean shook his head. "You don't think I'll rip from this? Maybe I'll put her back on the rack. Rip her to shreds myself."

Amanda shook her head. "You can lie to yourself, Dean. However, angels were meant to see right through that."

Dean looked at her. "And you're still an angel, right, Naomi?"

The angel stilled and glared at him. "Get out, Dean. Your brother and huntress are waiting."

Dean looked at her. "I'll be watching," he warned before disappearing.