Sam sat in the library, beer in front of him.
"You can't do this," Jo argued. "It will kill you."
"So?" Sam asked, not looking at her. "I'm supposed to be dead anyway. That's the whole reason all of this happened."
Jo shook her head. "Sam, if you had died then Dean only would have accepted the Mark sooner."
Sam sighed. "If only I had shut the gates."
Jo shook her head and smacked him. "Stop it. You made a mistake. Hell, this is actually your brother's mess and we're left to pick it up. We'll handle it. You adverted the apocalypse, Sam! This is nothing."
Sam smirked slightly. "You sound like your mom."
Jo smiled, "Good," and smacked him again.
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Sam had sent Jo on a supply run considering she only had the clothes on her back….and he had drunk all the beer. He sat at the kitchen table, looking through some of the few pictures Sam had left of his brother.
The four year old Dean holding a newborn Sam on his lap, a small smile on both their faces.
Another young Dean and Sam, this time on the hood of the Impala, Sam sitting next to Dean who is supporting his small boy with one arm.
Several years had passed in the next photo, which showed a preteen Sam and a teenaged Dean. They had been at Bobby's and Dean had been among the cars, grease streaking over his skin.
With the flutter of wings, Castiel appeared next to the younger Winchester and peered at the photo. He said nothing as he silently picked up the first photo.
"You were both so young," the angel murmured.
Sam shook his head. "He didn't deserve this."
Castiel set the picture down. "Neither of you did." Castiel looked at Sam. "We will get him back."
Sam sighed. "That's what I'm scared of."
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Jo was completely lost in the large department store. She had already grabbed a couple of shirts and a pair of jeans and had even found a new pair of combat boots.
However, she stood in front of the dress department, lost. Ever since she had become a hunter she always tried to have a dress in her traveling wardrobe just in case.
Sighing, she grabbed three different dresses before heading toward the changing room. She slipped into a blood red evening gown that had a slit up to her thigh and a deep V-neck. She sighed before to look in the mirror.
"You and Sam got a hot date tonight?"
Jo froze and felt her blood start pounding. She turned from the mirror to face the demon.
"Dean," she gasped, unable to look away from his pitch black eyes.
Dean smirked. "Hey, baby."
Jo reached for her purse but Dean snatched it first.
"What are you doing here?"
Dean shrugged. "I figured you'd want to talk."
Jo shook her head. "I'm fine."
Dean smirked as his eyes wandered over her. "I'm sure." Jo crossed her arms self-consciously.
"What are you doing here, really, Dean?"
Dean shrugged. "Heard you were topside. Had to see it for myself."
Jo's eyes narrowed. "Well, you've seen me. Now leave."
Dean shook his head. "Come on, Jo. Aren't you happy to see me?"
Jo shook her head. "Not like this."
Dean smirked and took a step closer. "Not like what?" He reached out and trailed his fingers down her bare arm.
"Christo," Jo muttered instinctively.
Dean flinched, his eyes going black, and he retracted his hand. He stepped back, shaking his head. When he looked back at her his bright green eyes were back in place.
"Well, that happened," Dean smiled.
Jo shook her head. "Demon," she spat.
"Racist," Dean replied.
Jo glared at him. "Get out."
Dean took a stride towards her, backing her against the wall. "No," he growled, placing a hand on each of her shoulders, trapping her.
Jo fought against him. "Let me go."
"No," Dean repeated, his eyes wandering down her body. "You've changed, Jo," he murmured.
Jo glared at him. "I could say the same for you."
Dean shook his head. "How's Sam?"
Jo rolled her eyes. "You don't care about Sam." Dean didn't say anything but his green eyes sparkled. Jo sighed. "He's worried about you."
Dean shook his head. "He needs to let me go."
Jo stared at him. "You're not running away, Dean. You're a freaking demon!"
Dean smirked. "And you're back from the dead. Congratulations by the way."
Jo crossed her arms. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
Dean shook his head. "You do remember which team I play for, right?"
Jo shook her head and lifted her skirt to show him her handprint. "I doubt an angel would touch me there."
Not bothering to answer, Dean disappeared.