Dean was calling Jo's phone multiple times. No answer. He was headed towards Riverton Wyoming, where her cellphone was traced to. Sweat shined on the palm of his hands where he had been gripping the steering wheel so tightly. His nerves always got the better of him in situations like these.
A few hours had passed when Dean finally pulled up to an abandoned log cabin. He stepped out of his car with his gun drawn by his side as he slowly walked to up the creaky steps. The door scraped against the wood as he pushed it open, creating an eerie sound that echoed throughout the empty house.
"Jo?" Dean whispered "Jo?"
Dean whipped around the corner as he pointed his gun in the air in case he had run into anyone. As he ventured deeper into the old, dusty house, he came upon a flight of stairs that appeared to descend into a basement.
"Jo?" He whispered again. No response.
Dean hurried down the stairs and ended up in the basement. The room was covered in cobwebs and dust littered the floor. He looked around an found a petite figure standing in front of a window.
"Jo?" He called.
"Dean." Jo answered back bluntly.
"Are you hurt?" Dean said running up to Jo.
"No. At least not yet."
"What?"
Jo turned around, her hand extended as a smirk came across her face. Her head tilted a little and a muffled laugh escaped her lips and she shot the new found power from her hand. She smiled a little more as Dean got thrown against the wall, a slight groan coming from him as he slid down the wall.
"Hey Dean. Having fun yet?" A voice echoed as a tall figure came into view. The footsteps grew louder and louder as they got closer. Long dark brown hair flowed gently over her shoulders as it laid on her black leather jacket.
Dean coughed, trying to catch his breath. "Meg."
A smirk appeared across her face as she chuckled wickedly. "The one and only babe." She swaggered over to the middle of the room pulling on a string that descended from the ceiling. The room burst with light revealing all of its contents that it held. Many tools such as a drill, some rusty nails, a few wrenches, and a ridged knife, lay scattered across a table. Broken chairs and other parts he recognized from cars were also spread throughout the room.
Dazed and confused, Dean staggered as he tried to stand up and keep focus.
"Meg, what do you want!"
"I just want a chat with you Dean. Is that so much to ask?"
Dean glared at Meg intensely. "Not until you get your little friend out of Jo."
She laughed, with the tone of her voice getting serious. "Sorry, not gonna happen. You see, I had my little friend Roxy here, jump into that sexy piece of meet for assurance. So if you don't comply with any of my rules, then this slut of yours here isn't gonna make it out of here in one piece.
"OK, so what is it you want to talk about anyways!"
"I wanna make a deal."
"What kind of deal are we talking about here?"
"I want you and Sam to stop hunting those leviathan. Crowly's got me doing some of his dirty work for him, and I've already got enough with Cas up my ass twenty four seven, and I don't want you or Sam to get in my way while you hunt them. So why don't you say, you and Sam stop it with the leviathan's and I give back your girlfriend."
A few minutes passed by. Dean ran his fingers through his hair in stress as he thought of what to do.
Roxy spoke through Jo in a vibrant tone. "Come on Dean. You know you wouldn't give your girl up. Well, that's what Jo thinks anyways. You should really hear the things she thinks about. There about you. And her. You know. She wants you. She wants you really bad Dean. She loves you." Roxy bit the bottom of Jo's lip as she tried to impersonate her personality.
"Dean, I need an answer." Rang Meg. "So we got a deal, or not?"
"OK, fine." he agreed rather reluctantly.
"Good." She smiled at Dean.
"Now, give me Jo!"
"Roxy, let him have her."
"How can I just say goodbye without giving her a going away present." Roxy laughed.
Jo could feel Roxy well up inside her as she controlled everything thing she did. Unable to control herself, her arm extended to her back pocket and she pulled out her fathers knife. She knew what was coming and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Jo was screaming in her head trying to fight the demon, but there was no use. She just wasn't strong enough.
Dean saw the sharp blade come around from behind her and his heart stopped. He too knew what was coming.
"We had a deal!" Dean yelled at Meg.
"What! Don't look at me sweet cheeks. Its not my problem what she does with her now that the deals closed. A demons a demon. What'd you expect?" Meg laughed as she disappeared.
Don't you dare lay a fucking finger on her!" He roared, now aiming his attention towards Roxy.
Knowing that wasn't going to happen, his natural instincts kicked in and he proceeded to exorcise her from Jo.
Dean spoke aloud, and clear from memory."Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et -"
Jo's body twitched uncontrollably, Roxy chuckled as she fought to stay inside her. Deans words weren't quick enough. In a matter of seconds, the sharp blade pierced through Jo, straight into heart.
A forced wide grin appeared upon Jo's face, and blood trickled down her chin.
"JO!" Dean's face contorted in an all - consuming anger; his nostrils flared, his mouth quivered, and slurring words that were unintelligible came spewing into space, as he attempted to finish exorcising Roxy out of her.
secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini Nostri Jesu Christi, eradicare et effugare a Dei Ecclesia, ab animabus ad imaginem Dei conditis ac pretioso divini Agni sanguine redemptis.
Black smoke violently rose out of Jo's mouth as he had sent Roxy back to hell. Immediately Jo's lifeless limp body fell on the hard concrete of the basement with a thud. Dean abruptly ran to Jo's aid, falling to his knees and pulling her onto his lap. His face showed distress and as he closed his eyes, tears slowly ran down his cheeks. The blank, emotionless expression swept over his face as the realization of the moment gradually seeped in. The fear seemed to rise behind his eyes. He wasn't the one dieing, but someone he loved was going to die in his hands and that was the worst feeling anyone could ever have. Like a terrified animal, Jo laid there in his lap. Surges of pain from the stab wound coursed through her, making her breathing shallow. Dean could see she wasn't going to last much longer.
"Jo! Listen to me! Your gonna be OK, you hear?" His voice choked as he fought to hold back tears. "You're gonna be fine!"
Jo slowly shook her head ignoring the pain. "No." She coughed spitting up blood. "I- I can't." She cried. Her eye's teared up before they fell on her face cutting through the blood that stained her chin.
"Don't talk like that! Remember Jo? The drink? I still need to get you your drink!" He looked at Jo and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "I can't get you your drink if you're not there to get it God damn it!" Dean pulled Jo into his chest, rocking her back and forth.
"Dean?" Jo whimpered.
"What is it?" He looked down at her.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too." With that Dean leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. Slowly he touched a trembling hand to her cheek, and put everything he loved about her in that one kiss, even though she wasn't able to do the same.
Dean let up from the kiss. He looked into her eye's one last time before they closed on him, and her pulse had gone. Gently Dean laid her down. He ran up the stairs and out of the house before falling to the ground.
"I did everything for you bastards, and this is what happens!" He shouted. "What did I do to deserve this! What!" Deans voice quivered as tears ran down his face. He didn't deserve this. But Jo especially didn't deserve this. "Why are you doing this! Can someone please explain it to me, because I sure as hell don't understand it!" He punched the ground repeatedly until his hand became bloody and bruised and he had finally decided that shouting abuse to the heavens wasn't going to do anything.
After Dean calmed down some, he collected Jo's body and went on his way back to Bobby's to give Jo a proper hunters funeral.
After Jo's death, nothing seemed to ever be the same again.