Disclaimer: Eric Kripke owns Supernatural, not I. If I did, Dean would probably be a demon by now.

Warning: Post "Heaven and Hell" AU with references to past events with tiny nobody knew it's there twists. Also, be warned of Dean's mouth. I think the amount of "language" is right though.

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Sorry I haven't updated in, like, forever. I got writers block with the ending I put on the last one and it took finally getting season 3 on dvd and watching the Christmas episode to get my mind running again. (Don't ask why that episode... D ) Anyway, I will warn everyone that my updates will be erratic. Also, chapter lenghts will also be erratic. Feel free to PM me and tell me to move my butt/fingers and type. Read on!

"Ah, Dean. You don't recognize me? I'm hurt." The waitress pouted, her bottom lip pushed out in fake sadness.

Sam looked up at the girl and studied her carefully. His eyes widen in realization and he whispers, "You -"

"Now now, Sammy, we don't want to ruin the surprise. Sides, Dean should have called me long ago," The waitress kept her eyes trained on Dean.

He gasped, "Jo."

The waitress chuckled as she flicked at her black striped blonde hair, "Well, your half right." Her smile became vicious and malevolent. Her eyes simmered as she looked again between the brothers.

Sam grits his teeth, "You -" He rubs his right forearm, where the remnants of the binding mark, along with the burn that released him from the possession, were.

Dean glanced at his brother and quickly figured it out. "You bitch!" he swore under his breath.

"Ah ah, boys. You know there's no killing in a crowded place. Sides, if you what to see your lovely little Jo alive again…" The demon let it hang as she placed a pair of checks on the table between the two brothers. "Try here. Maybe I'll even bring the reject with me."

"Ruby," Sam breathed, thinking how they hadn't seen their ally in quite some time. "I thought -"

The waitress snapped her head to look at the younger Winchester, "You know you shouldn't do a lot of that, Sammy. Who knows what it might do to that screwed up mind of yours. I mean, I did see a lot of screwed up shit up in there."

Fists hit the table hard as Dean shoved his chair back and he stood up to hit the possessed Jo, "You bi –"

The waitress just smirked and walked away from the two brothers. Dean growled and threw some cash onto the table and walked away. Sam quickly followed after taking one of the checks.

Once in the Impala, Dean started spouting out swears as he pounded on the steering wheel. Sam slid into his seat and slammed the door. Dean looked to his little brother and asked, "Why the hell did you take a check?"

Sam flipped the check around and showed Dean the address and phone number on the backside of the check. "We're going to get Jo back."

*Break*

"There is no way your using your freaky mind powers. That's that!" Dean argued as the brothers packed up their stuff.

Sam argued back, " Come on, Dean! I can pull that slut out of Jo! We don't have to kill her! We also know that that demon knows how to bind itself into people! Remember what it did to me?"

"Of course I remember, Sam! How do you think I felt? How I feel because I couldn't save you?" Dean argued back.

Sam shouted back, "How do you think I felt when I couldn't save you from your contract?"

The brothers stood toe-to-toe and face-to-face, breathing hard. Dean finally gritted out, "We're going to save Jo and we're going to send that demon bitch back to Hell for good.."

"We're not killing Jo."

Dean grimly nodded, "Of course not." The older brother just smirked, "We're going to just rip the demon out of her and blow it to bits." Sam just shook his head and turned back to throwing stuff into a bag as Dean picked up the check with the address and phone number. "So, where is this address led us to?"

Sam explained, "A warehouse in the next town over. Abandoned."

"Of course. What you think? Trap? Ambush?"

"Probably. You want to call Castiel in on this one?" Sam asked, zipping up his duffle and throwing it over his shoulder.

Dean shrugged, "The celestial prick probably already knows what we're doing. If he wants to, he'll show up on site, ready to save our butts. Let's go."

The motel door slammed. The room's phone rang. And rang. Then stopped

On the other end of the missed call, a voice muttered, "Damn."

Note: Yes, Jo is back. I only said MAY but it hit me like the Colt last night when I went to bed. And the Meg demon thing was originally some other demon but it changed to this one after some thinking today. I promise, it'll be good. I think...

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