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"Dean!" Sam had said breathlessly. "Dean!" He was preoccupied at the moment as he was trying to unwrap the hands of Mr. Leightner from his neck.
Dean remembered it all so clearly. He ran to his side; shotgun in hand as he quickly shot the evil spirit with rock salt.
"You ok?" He asked.
"Yea, I'm fine." Sam choked getting up.
Dean especially remembered watching Jo in action. How she found the bones under an unsteady slab of concrete in the basement. He would have never found it. Together they brought it up. A medium sized box that Dean proceeded to drown in gasoline. Until he pulled out his silver lighter, was when he was violently thrown back, dropping it on the floor.
"Jo! The lighter!" Dean coughed painfully as he was currently being pinned to the wall.
He was quite impressed at her quick response to him dropping the lighter. To him, she moved at the speed of light, frantically picking it up and flicking it multiple times before she got a small flame to appear. Jo threw the flame in the box wincing as the bones catch fire almost immediately rising close to her. She ran over to Dean as he fell to the ground and helped him up.
"Oh, that's gonna need stitches." Jo said holding up Dean's arm revealing a five inch long gash on his left forearm.
"Ah, its not that bad." He snorted obviously pretending to be tough.
Jo glanced at Dean raising her eyebrow. "Yea, I bet."
"Don't give me that look!" Dean joked.
He was just glad everything went smooth. Jo didn't get hurt but with a few exceptions of some bruising.
Sam was fine, and he, himself too was fine.
Dean thought back to when they got to Bobby's house once the hunt was over. He was drinking vigorous amounts of whiskey as Jo cleaned out the gash that diagonally laid across his arm.
"God Damn! Could you possibly make this any more painful!" Dean said sarcastically through gritted teeth.
"Well, your not exactly making this easy!" She snapped.
"Ugh!" Dean sighed. "How much more stitches left?"
"Stop being a baby." Jo laughed at him, smiling to herself.
"Your such a bitch! You know that?" Dean said humorously as he took another swig of whiskey.
"You don't think I know that." She laughed.
Dean smiled. "You know, we should go out for a drink sometime."
"A drink? "Why?"
"Well, you seem like you could use one. Problem?"
"Dean Winchester, if I didn't know any better, it sounded like you were asking me out on a date?" Jo kept her head down to avoid eye contact and proceeded to finish the stitches.
"I don't know? It could be if you wanted? I mean I can just take Cas? I'm pretty sure he wouldn't refuse." Dean taunted
"I'm sure we could arrange something?" Jo smiled up at Dean.
Dean looked into Jo's soft brown eye's, just as Jo was looking into Dean's. Her smile lit up and he had never noticed that he could find so many things about her that were beautiful. Everything seemed to go still as they both leaned in forward hesitantly, until Dean's soft lips fell warmly on Jo's. Her lips delicately lined Dean's. She couldn't help but slightly smile behind the kiss feeling lighthearted. They departed slowly, though Jo could still feel him lingering on. They both opened there eye's looking back at each other.
"Uh, so just a few more stitches." Jo coughed as she awkwardly got back to Dean's arm.
"Yea, of course, gotta get it done." He stuttered, agreeing with her.
Dean thought of that moment over and over again, unable to rid himself of such a good memory.
That was the first kiss they had, had together that both of them actually had a say in.
But of course he couldn't help but remember when right after Jo had finished with the gash on his arm, Cas decided to pop in.
"Cas? What are you doing here?" Said Dean curious as to why Cas had visited.
Dean hadn't seen Cas in quite some time. Cas was still pretty out of it, with his marbles still lost an all. Though despite his personality change, he told Dean he still had things to take care of. Things he needed done. He didn't know what that meant, but he presumed it was anything but important.
"I was told to tell you something." Cas stood as he smiled at Dean.
Dean and Jo both sat there thinking he was gonna follow with what he was to tell, but Cas just looked at them grinning, completely oblivious to what he was suppose to be doing.
"Well, what is it!" Dean was starting to get annoyed since Cas had interrupted at an inappropriate time.
Cas's smile turned to a frown "Umm, I forgot?" he said disappointed that he had failed to pass the message on.
They all looked at each other for a few minutes unaware of what to do.
"Well this is awkward." Cas said feeling bashful. "I'm gonna go." He vanished leaving the sound of his wings to echo in the background.
Dean stopped thinking of the things he did with Jo and returned to present time. He had just previously received a phone call from an unknown number.
"Hello?" Dean could hear heavy breathing on the other line as he waited for a response.
"Dean! It's Ellen! I need your help! She panted trying to catch her breath. "Jo's gone!"
"Wait what!" Dean said anxiously.
"Jo's missing! And I can't find her anywhere!" Ellen exclaimed. "I've tried calling, but she's not answering!
"Did she run away?" Dean wandered thinking she could have just ran away again.
"No! Her car is still here! She's gone!" Ellen cried.
"OK, hold on. I'm coming down there." Dean said calmly obviously very worried.
The call ended, and he headed out the door in a flash. Speeding down the road, he thought to himself. It had only been a day. Jo had only just left yesterday, and now she was missing! Anything and everything manageable was going through Dean's mind. He knew it was bad for him to think this way, but he couldn't stop it.
It's all my fault. I should have never let Jo go on the hunt. What if she's dead? He couldn't think like that. It was the one thing he had been trying to avoid the whole time she was at Bobby's. It was the reason Ellen wouldn't let her go on a hunt, and Dean had gone against that letting her go with him. He always thought the worst when something like this happened and it ruined him physically and emotionally. There was nothing he could do to get it out of his mind, that the fact that Jo could be dead on account of what he at done.