AU: The crossroads demon gave Dean 2 years instead of one. From the moment he dies onwards, everything is pretty much the same.
The moment she saw them, she measured their possibilities to escape. Not fast enough. Dean noticed her. Jo had exactly 65 seconds to get over it and put a poker face until they had crossed the road.
"Hey, Jo," Dean said awkwardly.
"And company," Sam added, noticing the little girl hugging Jo's leg, trying desperately to disappear into her jeans.
It always amazed Jo how easily her daughter perceived every one of her emotions.
"Poker face, poker face, poker face", she repeated. It was a strange conversation: she was kind enough not to ask Dean about his time down the pit and Sam about the rumours surrounding him. They were polite enough not to ask questions about her kid. She was almost relieved. Then, Dean patted her girl's head, causing both Harvelles to stiffen visibly.
"Sammy, there's candy in the car. Can you bring some?" he asked.
"Sure," Sam took the keys.
When he was out of sight, Dean fixed his eyes on hers.
"I'm horrible with kids, you know? They all look alike to me," Jo nodded, "except the one I brought up."
"I don't know what you mean," she mumbled.
"You do," he replied, "good job hiding. Too bad she looks this much like him."
Jo swallowed hard.
"Don't tell him," she begged.
"Jo," Dean shook his head vehemently, "I don't know how you two hooked up. Not my business. But if you don't tell him, I will."
"We didn't hook up," Jo sounded harder than she bargained for, "the day after Duluth, I was sore everywhere," she lifted her gaze to him, "EVERYwhere, Dean," his factions contorted in horror.
"Why...?" Dean tried to form a question.
"You never called."