So here we are at Chapter 6 and the story's finally coming to a close. I hope you've liked reading it as much as I've liked writing it! As always I don't own anything. Hope you enjoy the ending for More than a Dream!
Disclaimer: I know that in the show, they all would've still been fighting Lucifer, but this is like an alternate universe so I made the ending to my liking. Just thought I'd add this info!
Chapter 6
Dean's eyes snapped open, taking in his surrroundings. He couldn't believe it, they had actually made it back. He raked the room for the two Harvelles just to be sure. Jo and her mother were laying a few feet away, still unconscious. Dean appeared to be the only one awake. Dean tried to prop himself up and winced at the unexpected pain. He looked down and was caught off guard by the stream of blood coming from his torn shirt.
"What the hell?" the hunter muttered to himself.
Then he remembered. Jo, hellhound, claws slicing. Dean lifted the soaked, shredded material to reveal deep slits where the hound's claws had been. It wasn't as bad as last time, but it definitely wasn't good either. Sam suddenly walked through the motel door, two coffees in hand. They pounded to the floor as he rushed to the side of his older brother.
"Dean what the hell happened?" Sam asked, his voice frantic.
"Hellhounds. Not that bad Sammy." Dean murmured back.
Sam's eyes scanned the room, stopping when he found the person he was looking for. Seeming to sense Sam's eyes on him, Castiel stirred from his unconscious state.
"He's hurt Cas. It's kinda bad but I'm pretty sure he'll live." Sam conveyed to the angel.
Castiel rose from the floor and approached the two Winchester brothers. He took in Dean's appearance and frowned, "I think you need to find a new playmate."
Dean actually laughed, "Hey what can I say, the dogs love me."
"Cas, think you have any strength left to patch him up?" Sam cut in.
Castiel didn't answer as he put two fingers to the injured hunter's forehead. Dean was no longer in any kind of pain, nor was there any trace of the wound that had been there moments before. Castiel swayed a little before sinking down into a nearby chair. Dean shot up from the floor and went to the angel, "Cas!"
"I'm all right...just tired." Castiel assured him.
Then the entire atmosphere in the room changed, Ellen and Jo were awake.
Dean turned to the two women, tears tugging in the corners of his eyes.
"Dean." Jo's voice was quiet, uncertain.
Dean closed the gap between them, crushing the Harvelles in an embrace. When he pulled away, Ellen's face showed disbelief.
"But how? Lucifer in Carthage. And, and the hellhounds. Jo and I were dead."
"Dean saved both of you." Sam stated, making his way over to them.
The youngest Winchester exchanged hugs with Ellen and Jo, he was overjoyed to see them alive again. Suddenly everyone's attention was turned to a figure standing in the doorway. It was Bobby and he looked astounded.
"You two idjits actually did it." he breathed.
Ellen and Jo stepped forward to greet the hunter, who still looked amazed.
"Hiya Bobby." Ellen was unsure how to go about this.
"Hey El, Jo." Bobby said back, acknowledging both women.
Then he surprised himself and everyone by pulling the two Harvelles towards him into a hug and kissing the tops of their heads.
"Whoa Singer, let's not get all mushy." Ellen warned.
Bobby released his grip, a slight blush dotting his cheeks. Dean couldn't help but notice that the younger Harvelle was trying to catch his eye. He wanted to talk to her too. Jo decided to speak up, "Dean, can I talk to you outside for a minute?"
The anxious hunter nodded and held the door open in a polite gesture.
"Now you listen to me Dean Winchester, you best keep your hands to yourself if you want them to stay attached to your arms." Ellen called after him.
Dean turned in the doorway, trying to keep the terror he felt on the inside from showing on the outside, "Yes ma'm."
Jo couldn't take her eyes off of Dean. She had thought she'd never see those beautiful yet haunting hazel eyes ever again. His kiss had left her with so many questions, one of them being: Why hadn't they done this earlier? Saying goodbye to Dean had been so much more painful than she'd thought it would be. Whether she liked it or not, somewhere along the way Jo Harvelle had fallen for the rough around the edges yet brave and caring hunter. And now that he was in front of her, she couldn't stop drinking him in.
"Dean," she started, but was cut off by his sudden crushing embrace.
"Jo, I'm so sorry." Dean whispered into her hair.
Jo felt tears slide down her face as she tightly clutched Dean's jacket, "Shh, it's okay Dean."
Dean held on to Jo until he was sure that she wasn't going anywhere. He hated how they had said goodbye, but there was nothing left to say or do. Nothing that would matter in the end anyway. She was crying when he let her go. Dean used his thumb to brush some of tears away. Then before he knew what he was doing, Dean's mouth crashed onto Jo's. Her lips came to life under his and her arms snaked around his neck. Dean's fingers started to snag in Jo's hair, damn this was amazing. They were both breathing heavily when they broke apart. Jo aggressively grabbed Dean's shirt collar to pull him back to her lips. She stopped about an inch away, "I still can't believe you tried to use the "Last Night on Earth Speech."
Dean's face flushed as he tried to respond, but he just managed to stutter, "Well, I, um, you see,"
"We should get back inside." she told him, running a finger down his jawline.
Dean followed her to the door, stopping to wrap his arms around Jo's waist and plant a gentle kiss on her neck.
"Jo Harvelle, you're one hell of a woman."
A few months later...
Dean and Jo walked into Bobby's house hand in hand.
"Mmm, something smells good." were the first words out of the eldest Winchester's mouth.
Bobby pointed to the kitchen, "El's making bacon and eggs."
Sam came out of the kitchen, carrying a stack of plates and silverware.
"Oh waitress!" Dean called out, teasing his little brother.
Sam gave him his signature bitchface before coming over to greet his brother's girlfriend, whom he actually liked.
"Jo, can you come here and give me a hand?" Ellen asked from the kitchen.
"Sure Mom." Jo replied, heading into the cooking area.
"Shouldn't Bobby be helping you?" Sam inquired, poking his head in.
"Guess he's too lazy too drag his ass in here and help his bride-to-be cook breakfast." Ellen answered.
"I heard that." Bobby snapped.
Dean chuckled from the other room, admiring a picture on the mantel above the fireplace. Whether they were related by blood or not, everyone in the picture was part of the same family. Dean, Sam, Bobby, Cas, Ellen, and Jo. They were all one big, freaky, happy family.
I'm so happy with the way this story turned out! Thank you so very much to all my readers! Hope you liked the ending! Thanks again!