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Big spoilers for Born Under A Bad Sign. – Season 2. (I know it has been so far but this has part of that episode in. (If there are some lines wrong, I apologize. My memories good but it's not brilliant. Part at the end I made up for the purpose of this story.))

The part in italics is a flashback of Jo's.

Chapter 3

Jo was clearing up the bar where she had been working since leaving home. It was late and most people had left. "Good night. Thank you." she said to the few final guys who got up and left.

As she began wiping the bar she heard someone cough behind her. "Sorry we're closing up." she said.

"How about just one for the road?" Sam asked.

Jo turned around to see him. She was clearly surprised. "You're about last person I'd expect to see." she said, almost bitterly.

"Well, I guess I'm full of surprises. So can I get a beer?" he asked as he walked closer to her.

She looked at him for a second then said, "Sure one beer."

Sam smiled and walked over to a stool whilst Jo went to fetch him a beer.

"So, how did you find me?" Jo asked as she slammed the bottle down before he could take it from her hand.

"Well, its kind of what we do, you know?" he said.

"Speaking of we, where's Dean?" Jo asked.

"He couldn't make it." Sam replied as Jo cleared some tables. No matter where she went in the bar he never took his eyes off her.

"So, what are you doing here, Sam? I mean, we didn't exactly part on the best of terms." she reminded him.

"Right. Err that's why I'm here. I kind of wanted to see if we could square things out. You know?" he said as he took his jacket off and got more comfy on the stool.

With his sleeves rolled up Jo was able to see a burn mark in his skin, just on his forearm. "That looks like it hurts." she said.

"No. no, just…had a run in with a hot stove." he told her smugly

"So you were saying something about squaring things?" Jo said getting straight back on subject.

"Yeah. Err, look I know how you feel about my dad and I can't say I blame you. He was obsessed. Consumed with hunting. And he didn't care who got caught in the crossfire. And I guess that included your dad." Sam began.

Jo just looked at him. Part of her wondering where all this was coming from.

"But that was my father." Sam continued, "That's not me."

Jo just nodded half heartedly at him. "What about Dean?" she asked.

Sam was taken back. "Well, Deans more like my father than I am, but he…" he began but paused when he saw Jo roll her eyes and shake her head. "Boy. You're really carrying a torch for him aren't you." he said. Jo just scoffed. "I'll take that as a yes." Sam said smugly.

Jo quickly ignored him and returned to cleaning up.

"It's too bad." Sam said, "Because, see, Dean he likes you, sure, but not in the way you want. I mean…maybe as kind of a little sister, you know, but romance?" Sam continued as Jo walked back over to the bar, looking slightly peeved off, "That's just out of the question. He…" Sam said but began laughing, "…he kind of thinks you're a schoolgirl, you know?" he said.

Jo just nodded at him, not really wanting to hear anymore of this. Sam could see his words were hurting her, having the effect he wanted them to have. "I'm not trying to hurt you, Jo. I'd… I'm telling you because I care."

"That's real kind of you, Sam." Jo replied with a big fake smile.

"I mean it." Sam said before reaching out and taking hold of Jo's wrist which lay on the bar, gently caressing her skin with his finger and thumb. Jo just looked at what he was doing, she was more than a little confused. "I care about you a lot." he told her.

"Sam, what's going on..?" Jo asked as she tried to pull her arm away from his grasp, only to have him grab it and pull it back to him, pinning it down on the bar.

Jo just looked at him, she was quickly becoming worried. This wasn't the Sam she thought she knew. Not that she knew him all that well in the first place. She looked down at his hand again. Once again he was caressing her wrist even though he held it almost painfully tight. When she looked up at his face his eyes were focused right on hers, she felt them practically burning through her.

"I could be more to you, Jo." he said

"Maybe you should leave." she said confidently

Sam just looked at her, his eyes burning an even bigger hole in her and his face twisting into a seriously pissed off look. He stayed that way for a moment before simply saying, "Okay."

Finally he let go of her wrist, pushing it away from him as Jo ripped it back. He stared at her a moment longer before getting up. Jo just sighed and turned and leant against the bar as she looked down at it and shook her head.

She suddenly felt a pair of hands grab her waist as spin her round. She was then face to face with Sam again. His whole body was pressed against hers, sandwiching her between him and the bar, she barely had room to move her arms to try and fight back.

She managed to slap his chest a little but nothing powerful enough to get him off her or cause any damage. "Sam. Get off me. Sam, get off me. Let go." she ordered

Sam grabbed her hair and pushed her head back and pinned her down onto the bar. She could feel his warm breath on her skin and she hated it. She looked to the side of her and saw a bottle. She reached out and grabbed it but before she had time to swing it down on him, Sam grabbed her arm.

"Jo, Jo, Jo." he said before slamming her hand down, shattering the bottle into a pile of shards and splinters.

Jo tried to push him off her using her body but he stepped back only to spin her around and slam her back against the bar, leaning her over it, pinning her wrist down against it and holding it there. He crushed her body with his so she was completely stuck and wouldn't be moving anywhere unless he moved.

She whimpered in pain as her body was crushed against the hard wooden bar. She was scared out of her mind. She had no idea what had gotten into him and she had no idea what he was capable of. "Sam. No, please, please." she begged as he grabbed a handful of her hair, right at the back of her head.

Sam just smirked behind her, letting her have a few more seconds, that felt like hours to her, to wonder what he was going to do. Then he smashed her head down onto the bar, knocking her out cold.

She slumped back into his arms and he scooped her up and laid her unconscious form on the bar. He gently brushed her hair out of her face as he looked at her, his lips practically brushing her skin he was so close to her.

"It didn't have to be this way?" he said as he turned her head to face him. "Or maybe it did." he decided as he stroked her hair again, before letting his hand snake down across her body.

Then suddenly she was lying on a table, she opened her eyes a little and tried to look around but they would hardly open so she just saw specks of light, light that hurt her eyes. Quickly, she closed them again. Her head was telling her to open them and wake up and fight, but no matter how hard she tried they just wouldn't open. She felt something on top of her, crushing her body, she could feel pain, her body was so dizzy and confused that she couldn't tell where it was coming from, finally her eyes and her head gave up and she slipped back into unconsciousness.

The next thing she remembered was the record that was playing, waking her up from her sleep. 'Before you slip into unconsciousness… I'd like to have another kiss. Another flashing chance at bliss. Another kiss, another kiss'

Those words haunted Jo. In her sleep and even when she was awake, more so when she was asleep though. She jerked herself awake before she could remember anything more about that night. AS her head began to focus though the song playing on the radio sent chills up her spine. "Before you slipped into unconsciousness…"

"Can we change stations please?" Jo said.

Dean and Sam both looked at her before Dean pushed a tape in and his usual music began playing.

Jo had been asleep in the back of the Impala for a little over two hours. Before she had slept she had been keeping track of sign posts telling her where they where but now she didn't have a clue.

Since the motel they had been driving for almost two days. They had stopped off at another motel but within minutes another demon was there trying to kill Jo. It was only thanks to Sam being quick with a knife to its heart that Jo and the baby were okay. The things that were coming after them were getting quicker and more determined. They also knew they had spirits trailing them, the radio was constantly being flooded by white noise and voices coming through it, all making some sort of remark about the 'special baby'.

They were all worried and it was becoming clearer they needed more help. The three of them alone would not be able to protect her. After a few more hours of driving, Dean pulled up outside a bar. "Where are we?" Jo asked.

"You'll see." Dean said as he got out.

Sam was next to get out, closely followed by Jo, who he assisted. They all began walking towards the bar, suddenly the front doors opened and Ellen walked out. She had seen the car pull up and instantly recognized it as Dean's. She hadn't, however, expected to see Jo get out and when she did she froze, Jo too.

Then like electricity they both shot towards each other. They both threw their arms around each other and cried. "Mom, I'm so sorry. I never should have left." Jo cried.

"No I shouldn't have been so hard on you. Hunting is in our blood. It's who we are." Ellen said. It was something she had come to realize quite recently.

As Jo stepped back Ellen could see her obvious pregnancy up close. "Joanna Beth Harvelle, who did this to you?"

Jo turned around and looked at Sam and Dean. Ellen grabbed an empty beer bottle that had been left on the steps and practically ran at Dean who quickly stepped behind his car. Ellen chased him around it, holding the bottle up ready to hit him with it.

"Whoa Ellen, look lets just put the bottle down and talk about this." he said as he circled the car with Ellen opposite him circling the car. Every now and then she changed direction making him quickly change direction to avoid her.

"Mom, mom it wasn't Dean." Jo tried telling her.

Sam ran up to Ellen and grabbed her arm, right before she hit Dean across the head with it. "Whoa, Ellen, chill." Dean begged.

"It was me. I did it." Sam told her.

Ellen looked at Jo who nodded to her. She ripped her arm out of Sam's gentle grasp and swung the bottle down over his head, knocking him out cold. Dean just looked at her then at Sam who lay on the floor.

- - - - - -

Sam had finally woke up, he was sat in a chair with Jo holding a cloth full of ice on his head. The moment he was fully awake Dean put a shot glass of Jack Daniels in his hand. "Take that, it'll help with the pain." he said.

Sam happily obliged then took the ice from Jo and held it there himself.

Ellen suddenly walked out from behind the bar and threw a black book down on one of the tables before sitting down at it.

"Are you planning on going on a date, Ellen?" Dean asked.

She just looked at him. He quickly stopped smiling and stepped behind Sam. Jo had to smile. She loved that he was scared of her mom.

"I've been calling in some favors and some friends. If my grandchild is really gonna be as special as you guys think it is then we need all the help we can get protecting it. The things coming after it will stop at nothing. Some of the guys told me they've heard rumors about a baby that is due to be born. Demons have plans for it. Some just want to kill it…" she said, looking over at Jo who looked terrified. "Others want to use it. This baby they're talking about will be a leader of hunters, it's gonna lead a war."

"Against all evil." Jo said, the Angel had said as much to her.

"Okay so what happens when you come to give birth and we have a host of demons waiting outside the hospital?" Dean asked

"What makes you think they'll wait outside?" Jo said. Dean shrugged, realizing she was right.

"It's out of the question." Ellen said.

"What is?" Dean asked.

"You'll need to deliver the baby here." Ellen said.

"What?" Jo asked in shock. "No way, I want a nice, clean, hospital where I know if something goes wrong then I have medical experts on hand ready to help. What if there's something wrong with the baby." Jo said.

"Jo, I've delivered babies before. I know what I'm doing." Ellen said.

Jo sighed, unimpressed. Dean walked over to her and sat down. "Jo your mom's right. We'd be putting too many lives at risk if you delivered in the hospital. Demons could come in and kill everyone who gets in their path. We can protect you better here."

"I don't know Dean." she said.

"Jo, I promise you…I will not let anything happen to that baby…or you." he said to her.

She could see the honesty and determination in his eyes. She didn't speak but she nodded and mouthed 'okay'. Dean smiled and rubbed her shoulder. "That'a girl." he said before getting up. "So, how many people are we looking at here Ellen. We're gonna need an army to stand at chance at pulling through this thing." Dean asked.

"A lot." she told him. "Jo's gonna be most vulnerable when she's giving birth. I want as many people watching our backs whilst I help her deliver." Ellen said.

Jo knew she had no choice, but that still didn't mean she had to like the plan.

- - - - - -

Within hours other hunters had started pouring into the bar. By the time it got to midnight the place was filled with them. Ellen and Jo had made food for them all, whilst Sam and Dean served them beers. They had made a plan after explaining the importance of the baby. Dean had emphasized the point of keeping Jo and the baby safe as much as he could as often as he could.

Finally after supplying the other hunters with blankets and pillows everyone had turned in for the night, except for a group that was standing guard. Jo was upstairs getting ready for bed. She had showered and was just finishing drying her hair when she heard a knock on the door.

She pulled her robe shut and walked over to the door. She opened it to find Dean standing there. Next to him was Ellen, who was also ready for bed. She had a handful of Dean's shirt in her hand. "I found him sneaking around outside your room." she said to Jo, who couldn't stop herself from smiling.

"I was just coming to check on you." Dean said.

Jo nodded. "Is there something you two wanna tell me about?" Ellen asked.

Jo shook her head. "No mom." she said, feeling herself blushing.

"Then make it quick and get back to your own room Dean." Ellen said as she let go of his shirt, stepped forward and gave Jo a kiss on the forehead, then walked off.

"Dude, your mom is crazy." Dean said.

"I heard that." Ellen shouted back.

Dean quickly side stepped Jo and walked into her room. "Is she coming?" he asked Jo. She shut he door and shook her head. "Good. So how are you feeling?" he asked her.

"Not bad." she replied. "Where's Sam?"

"He's sleeping. I think your mom hit him a lot harder than we first thought." Dean said. It's wasn't totally the truth. Sam had just chosen to stay downstairs. Well he had won three games of rock, paper, scissors and Dean had lost, so it was up to him to go check on Jo. Honestly though, he didn't mind.

"Sam's really beating himself up over this isn't he?" Jo said knowingly.

Dean just nodded. "He won't stop blaming himself for what happened." Dean said as he sat down on the end of Jo's bed. "Tell you the truth I'm kind of blaming myself too."

"Why?" Jo asked as she sat down next to him.

"Before Sam came after you he asked me to stop him. He wanted me to kill him because he knew he was gonna keep hurting people if I didn't…I couldn't do it. I came pretty close though when I saw him holding that knife on your neck, threatening to use it." he confessed.

"Sam's your brother, you'd never be able to kill him. I'm just some…schoolgirl right…" she said.

Dean looked at her a little puzzled. Her words made him think back. "You asked me whether demons lie that night…. Why? What did he say to you?" he asked her.

"Nothing," Jo said as convincingly as she could, which wasn't very.

Dean just looked at her, a look that said 'yeah, right?'

"He told me that you just thought I was some stupid kid. He also said some stuff about my dad and your dad when they were on that last hunt."

"Like what?" Dean asked.

"It doesn't matter." she said in a way that meant 'don't ask again'.

"Jo whatever he said to you was just to mess with your head."

"And you said that's when they tell the truth…when they know or think it will mess with your head."

"Well I'm telling you now it wasn't the truth. I don't think you're just some school-kid. I think you're… Err… I think that…" he said as he began to blush.

"You think what, Dean?" she asked, intrigued.

"I think you're pretty hot." he said blushing.

Jo smiled and nodded. "Anything else?" she asked.

"You're pretty cool too." he said with a smile, making her laugh.

"Thanks. You're also pretty cool." Jo said back to him, making him laugh.

They both sat there in silence for a minute. "I'm gonna leave you get some sleep." Dean said as he stood up and walked over to the door.

"Dean, wait,"

Dean turned around to face her. "What's up?"

"Would you mind staying in here with me? I know it sounds pathetic but…I'm scared to close my eyes, because I keep thinking that if I do someone or rather something will come in and try to hurt the baby." she said, her eyes pleading with him.

Straight away he nodded. He waited for Jo to climb onto the bed and get underneath the blankets before he climbed on next to her. Jo, lay on her side with one hand under her head and her other hand on her bump. Dean watched as she began smiling. "What is it?" he asked.

"Babies kicking. It thinks nighttime for me is its playtime. Every time I try to have a nap it begins kicking or doing summersaults."

"Yeah Sammy was the same. Every time Mom would lie down he would kick the hell out of her. I used to sit there and talk to him. I used to tell him to let mom sleep and play in the daytime, you know like he knew what I was saying."

"Dean, what was your mom like?" Jo asked.

"She was always smiling." he said, smiling as he remembered her. "She made the best chocolate chip cookies ever." he continued.

Jo had to smile. Ellen had never been the baking mom; she was more the teach-you-to-fight and use a shotgun mom. It paid off though. She could hold her own with most people if she needed to. Working in the bar she certainly needed to. Not that it had done much good the night Sam had showed up.

"What else do you remember about her?" Jo asked.

"The way her hair smelled like lavender when she washed it and her perfume, it smelled like flowers, summertime ones." he said, fighting tears that threatened to fill his eyes. "I miss her." he said.

"I miss my dad. Sometimes I still wait for him to come home and give my mom a hug and a kiss. Then he would always come over to me and give me a hug and usually he would have a present for me."

Dean just smiled. He knew what it was like to have a parent who kept bailing out on you to go fight some monster somewhere and then coming back with smiles and hugs and presents like they made it all okay.

"What did your mom look like?" she asked him as he lay down on his side so they were now face to face.

"She had blonde hair, likes yours," he said as he held a strand of her hair and gently stroked it between his finger and thumb. "Here, I have a picture of her in my wallet." he said as he took his wallet out of his pocket. He pulled the picture out and looked at it for a second before handing it to her.

It only took Jo a second to realize something as she looked at the picture. "Dean, this is the Angel I saw. This is the one who told me about the baby." she said.

"My mom, are you sure?" he checked.

"Dean, I'm certain. This is who I saw." she said.

Dean was about to answer her when they heard tapping on the window. "What was that?" Jo asked.

Dean got up and walked over to the window, all the time the tapping continued, quickly turning into scratching down the glass. Dean threw the curtains open, but the second he did there was a smash and Dean was tackled to the floor by someone. Another second later someone else jumped through the window, quickly followed by two more people. Jo screamed as she saw their fangs… Vampires…

TBC

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