Dean was alone. Dean hadn't slept for a few days. Dean was scared and depressed. Dean didn't know who he was. Every time he looked in the mirror the doppelganger was watching him and mocking him. Dean had researched it a bit. Apparently Doppelgangers have two forms, a spiritual and physical form that are completely unrelated to each other. So he was stuck with this guy until he either died or cheated death. The death omen hadn't gone away. He also couldn't stop thinking about how he was supposed to die. The second of something was supposed to do him in. It was past February so he was fine. It wasn't any year with a two. He just couldn't figure it out. That didn't stop him from thinking about it one hundred percent of the time though. He had been having nightmares. Horrible nightmares. The pale two faced Dean always appeared to him warning him of his demise and making laughs at him. Dean was beginning to be afraid he couldn't escape this thing.

A lot had happened since him and Sam had that falling out. For one, he took Jo back to the roadhouse. She said he could stay a night, he said he would. He didn't want her to be alone like he was going to be. The truth was, as steamed as he was, he really didn't want to be alone. Dean had gone to get some blankets out of the trunk and that's when it happened. He found Ellen. No sign of struggle, no marks. Just Ellen, peaceful expression on her face, lying in the trunk, dead. That was too much for him. He had gotten Jo and showed her knowing she deserved to know. The weird thing was though, she didn't even cry like she knew it had already happened. She just said, "I'm coming with you Dean. There's nothing for me here." Dean had told her no. He didn't want Jo to die because of him too. Jo had told him that Ash could watch after the roadhouse now, and the only reason she ever had stayed was solely for her Mom. It was now time that she moved on. She wanted to be with Dean.

"No." he had repeated. Jo looked angry with him and didn't say anymore, but Dean knew he could use a hunting partner. He just bottled it up with all his other feelings. Inside. He could feel himself cracking. That's when Dean left, unable to see anymore. He didn't want to see Jo trying to cover her sadness like he had after his father John had past. He knew it would destroy her just like it did him. She would carry on like she was alright, then one day just break away. Was that happening again to Dean? Dean had felt a sick feeling of it ever since, like everything was his fault. Gave him the chills.

Dean hadn't even stayed for the burial and just drove off into the night unsure of where he was going. He was a lost puppy. Eventually his path took him through his hometown, Lawrence Kansas. That's when he remembered his dad's writing, I went to Missouri and found the truth. Missouri the psychic could help him. So, that's where he went. She was glad to see him, but seemed deeply troubled the moment he came in. Dean told her everything though he was sure she already knew. Then he asked what the doppelganger had meant by "You created me." Missouri told him that he was a beacon of supernatural energy. Spirits are known to attach to a scarred soul. Dean had fought so many things, slowly, but surely, his heart was becoming a magnet for the demonic energy. She told him that because he was always so emotionally insecure, he had been vulnerable to this. She also said, the reason the doppelganger was created was because the presence in him sensed he was going to die. IN that fact, it was himself that created the doppelganger out of an unintentional act of subconscious desperateness. Dean was totally angry by that point. Missouri couldn't be right. That's why he told her she was wrong and went on his way. He wasn't weak. He wasn't vulnerable to anything.

Since all that happened he just drove and set his things back in order. Got new keys for the Impala, that kind of thing. The only company he had had was the specter watching him behind glass. It was always smiling. Dean never smiled back.

Now he was in Denver, Colorado. He was at a motel. He had decided to break from hunts and just withdraw from the world behind the darkness of the window shades. He was thinking about Jo a lot. How he did like her more than he knew. How the doppelganger had been right. Dean also knew that he hadn't treated Jo right though.

So there he was staring wide eyed at the ceiling of his one room, dark, dreary motel room. He was sunken into his bed and scrolling down his phone contacts. He didn't know why. None of them looked of any help though. He heard a knock on the door. He got up and stood behind it for a second wondering, who? He answered it, swinging the door open and then seeing Jo. Her blonde hair looking better than ever. Her lips drawing his attention. Her eyes seemed to look him over when she walked into the room past him without a single word.

"Hey." Dean said. Jo sat down on his bed. Her hair was wet. "How did you find me?" Dean said with a scratch, he hadn't said much since he started running.

"I am a hunter. You should know that by now considering I've told you enough Dean." Jo responded. "Not only that, but I wanted to find you badly enough. I wouldn't have stopped until I did."

"Why are you here Jo?" Dean inquired resting next to her on the bed.

"I'm your new partner Dean, there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"But, Jo…" he whined, tired of arguing.

"Sorry Dean, this is all I have left, the legacy of my father and mother." Jo explained. "Not only that, but you need a partner anyways. I could use one too." She admitted. "We could be a strong partnership Dean." She explained.

Dean wanted to say no with everything inside him, but he couldn't get his lips to move that way. "Fine. Just for a little while." He said.

"Thanks Dee." Jo said smiling. The fact he called him 'Dee' was kind of weird. That's what she called the twin when they were going out.

"Dee."

"Yeah." She laughed with a smile.

Dean couldn't help, but smile at having some company. "It's really good to see you Jo." He said.

"It's great to see you too Dean." Jo said leaning in.

That's when Dean had his first real kiss with Jo. They locked and savored the moment for a few seconds. Dean was full of happiness for the first time in a long time. At the same time he couldn't believe he was falling in love with little ol' Jo.

"We should get going." She said noticing he was about to say something like 'Sorry'.

"Yeah, lets." He replied. Then they were out the door and on the road in an hours time. Dean and Jo. Hunting as partners. Dean felt really good about it and he told her, "Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to try and escape my untimely death, and on the way, we kill any evil son of a bitch we run across." Jo laughed at him.

"I never really knew you Dean. Even though I thought I had. But, the twin acted just like you. Cool and likeable." Dean laughed at that.

"Yeah, but do you know what the difference between me and him was? He was a bitch!"

The End.

I want to thank all my readers for helping me along through this process. I would appreciate any criticisms and praises people have on it. I need to improve my writing and I know you can help. Don't worry if you're sad it's over. I plan on making it a three part trilogy. This is just the end of the first part. Thanks again for reading my first ever fanfic.

With a smile,

Waxwarrior