A/N: A little *cough* brotherly love *cough*...and a couple of special appearances in this one that are sure to make friends of The Roadhouse smile.

We're getting close to the end...only two more left to go! I'm biting my nails over the finale...

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I Think I'll Have Another Round

Dean's phone rings. The sound of it in the otherwise quiet car makes him jump and jolts Sam from his slumber in the passenger seat. He barely has the phone pressed to his ear when she starts in on him.

"Dean Winchester, what the hell have you done?"

It's Ellen. And she's pissed.

"Whatdoya mean what've I done?" he asks. Oh God. Jo. I haven't heard from Jo. "Ellen, is she alright? Where is she?"

"She's sitting at the bar with Ash," she barks. "You wanna explain why my baby girl is piss drunk and my bartender is acting like a psychologist, boy?"

He looks at his watch and searches for a mile marker. "Cut her off. I'll be there in 20," he says. Hanging up the phone, he casts a glance at Sam. "Shut your pie hole, Sam."

Sam laughs, shaking his head. "Dude, you are so busted. Not only did you screw things up with Jo, you just hung up on Ellen."

Oh. Shit. What've I done? Dean panics and steps on the gas. He grits his teeth and stares at the road.

"Who tells a woman he loves her for the first time via text message anyway?" Sam chuckles. "Oh, wait. You did. Got any last words, Dean?"

"Jerk."

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When he walks into the Roadhouse, he finds her sitting on a stool at the bar. Her elegant fingers are wrapped around a tumbler of whiskey.

"You're the best, Dr. Badass," Jo mumbles almost unintelligibly. "You and that crazy Kentucky waterfall always have a way of makin' me feel better..."

Ash wipes a rag over the space in front of him. Pointing a finger at her, he teases, "Don't knock the do."

Dean steps up beside her and leans an elbow on the bar. He looks into the red-rimmed puddles of Jo's eyes and touches her face. "I'll take it from here, Ash," he says. "Thanks."

The man behind the bar turns to Jo. "You want me to stick around, Jo?" he asks, "Or you got this?"

"S'okay, Ash," she slurs. "He can't do any more damage tonight."

Dean feels wounded, Jo's barb more than hitting it's mark. He watches as she unsteadily attempts to raise the glass to her lips and pries it from her hand. "Come on, babe," he says. "I think you've had enough."

"Who asked you?" she snaps, sliding off the stool and standing chest to chest with him.

"Jo," he warns, his voice sharper than the blade of her favorite knife.

"Why, Dean?" she asks. "What's it matter?"

He says nothing, instead just standing before her and watching the hurt flash in her eyes.

"Oh," she says, her tone laced with mock thoughtfulness. "Jus' because you love me you think you can tell me what to do?" Picking up the glass, she downs the remaining liquor in a single gulp. She presses the back of her hand to her mouth and pushes past him.

Dean follows quickly, barely catching her as she stumbles. He supports her, wrapping her arm around his neck. "Come on, princess," he sighs. "Let's get you to bed."

Once in their room, he perches her on the edge of the bed and carefully removes her clothes. As he tugs one of his t-shirts over her head, she sniffles. "Why can't you love me?" she asks, he voice sad and childlike. "Am I unloveable?"

Stripping off his own clothes, he climbs in bed beside her and pulls her against his chest. "Shhh," he soothes. "Don't say that..."

She snuggles closer and feels his fingers in her hair. "Why, Dean? Why can't I be enough?"

He feels her tears pool on his bare chest and his heart clenches. He kisses her forehead, waiting for her sobs to subside. When she's quiet, he tells her softly, "Jo, honey...you're more than enough." He sighs, his fingers slipping over her shoulder and hugging her tight. "I never thought I could feel this way..."

A soft snore breaks the silence of his pause. He shakes his head softly and runs a hand through his hair. He cuddles close and whispers in the darkness words that liberate him even as they fall on sleeping ears, "I love you more than you could ever know."