Okay so like I said there are many twists and turns in this story. Keep reading and you'll see what I mean. Thanks guys.

Parts in italics are flashbacks.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter 11

Dean sat alone on the floor, away from the Impala and away from the others. Sam sat on the bonnet of the car, cradling a whimpering Elle. Ellen sat in the back of the Impala holding Jo, crying and wishing for her back.

From where Dean was sat he could hear her crying and it only made him more determined to hold his tears back. He was pissed off, pissed at the demon that had killed Jo, pissed at Sam for having not had the vision sooner, pissed at Jo for dying but mostly pissed at himself for loosing her.

As he heard Sam approaching he got up and began walking.

"Dean, wait." Sam called to him.

"Back off Sam." he yelled back.

"I'm sorry Jo's dead Dean, you know I am but don't do this to yourself…" Sam quickly said.

"Sam, back off!" he yelled at him, turning around to face him so Sam could see the seriousness in his face.

Sam just stopped and looked at him. He then watched as Dean turned around and walked away from him.

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Dean had wandered a little down the road when he found a piece of a branch. He picked it up and looked at it for a moment before he began thrashing it against the road, yelling and cursing as he did.

When the piece of branch was no more than wooden splinters in his palms, Dean, threw it across the road. "Why?!" he yelled up to the starlit sky. "I have done everything you ever asked me! Why take her?!" he yelled, not sure who he was yelling at.

"I asked you for nothing and you still take her away. When will what I do be good enough for you? How many more people that I love do I have to lose before you are happy with what I do…before you cut me a god-damn break….because I can't take this anymore? Every time I lose someone I lose a piece of myself. I don't know who I friggin am anymore." he yelled.

He continued looking up but suddenly reality hit him and he realized that he wasn't going to get an answer, not in this lifetime anyway, and that Jo really was dead.

He slumped down on his knees on the floor - sitting right in the middle of the road. As he sat with his face buried in his hands he remembered the very first time he had met Jo and how straight away he had known she was the one…

He and Sam walked into the roadhouse; they scanned the room before splitting up. Dean continued looking around the bar until he froze when he felt a jab on his back. "God, please let that be a rifle?" he thought out loud.

He heard a click followed by someone speaking, more precisely a girl, he could take on a girl. "No I'm just real happy to see you." she said sarcastically.

God he loved that, a chick with a gun and attitude, however he still knew she could be a threat whilst she had the gun. "You know miss, there's something you should know, when you point a rifle at someone, you don't want to hold it right on their back because it makes it real easy to do…." he said as he spun around, snatched the gun out of her hands and unloaded it. "…that." he said smugly.

He hadn't seen her fist come at his face but he sure as hell felt the pain as it hit the bridge of his nose. Straight away his eyes watered up on him. He was too distracted to stop her as she snatched the gun back. He listened as she loaded it again. He held his hand out in surrender and to let her know he needed a moment. "I can't see…" he thought out loud. "Sammy, need a little help in here!" he yelled….

Next he remembered what she had said when he had hit on her…almost…

"Most hunters come in here and think they can get in my pants with a six pack, pizza and side one of Zeppelin four…. But not you…" she said with a big curious smile that made his heart race. It was just the wrong place at the wrong time, plus he knew she was different from his one night stands.

He smiled as he thought about the memories, what few they had but as he remembered the bad memories they also had tears came back to his arms.

He and Sam had been leaning on the Impala when Jo came storming out of the roadhouse. He guessed Ellen had really laid into her for lying and going on the hunt with them. "That bad huh?" he asked as he walked over to her.

"Not right now." she said coldly as she continued storming away from the roadhouse and them.

"What happened?" Dean said as he caught up to her, "Hey, talk to me." he said gently grabbing hold of her arm.

"Get off me!" she yelled at him as she ripped her arm away from him.

"Sorry. See you around." he said, feeling a little hurt. He hadn't expected her to jump into his arms and cry on his shoulder but he had expected…something from her.

"Dean." she called out, grabbing his attention. "It turns out my dad had a partner on his last hunt. Funny, he usually worked alone; this guy did too, but... I guess my father figured he could trust him. Mistake. Guy screwed up, got my dad killed." she said as she walked right up to him.

"What does this have to do with…" he began to say, more than a little confused.

"It was your father, Dean." she said bitterly.

"What?" he asked her in disbelief.

"Why do you think John never came back? Never told you about us? Because he couldn't look my mom in the eye after that, that's why." Jo continued.

"Jo…"

"Just... just get out of here. Please, just leave." she said harshly before she turned back around and walked away from him.

He shut his eyes, tight, and put his hands over his ears, he wanted more than anything to stop the memories. To stop seeing Jo when she was alive and to stop hearing her voice that he would never get to hear again.

He opened his eyes and moved his hands as he felt the ground rumbling beneath him. He then watched as the road suddenly began to light up, that's when he heard the sound of an engine coming up behind him. He continued listening, but not looking as the car stopped. He heard a door open and was expecting to get yelled at.

"You can drive straight over me or go around me, I ain't moving." he said simply.

"Dean?" he heard a familiar voice say.

When he looked around he saw Bobby. Slowly he pushed himself up. "What are you doing here?" he asked him as he walked over to him.

"What am I doing here? What the hell are you sitting in the middle of the road for?" he asked.

As Bobby looked at him he saw all the blood on him, he quickly grabbed his shirt only to realize it wasn't Dean's blood. "What's going on? Is Sam okay?" he asked.

Dean nodded.

"Well, is the baby okay?" he asked.

"Yeah." he said a little abruptly.

Bobby looked at him. He could see the tracks of his tears. "Is Jo…" he began to say.

"The demon killed her. It got to her before I could get to her." Dean said as more tears stung his eyes and guilt hit his heart and a pain built up in his throat.

"What demon?" Bobby asked him curiously.

"Yellow eyes." Dean told him.

"Where's the baby?" Bobby asked quickly.

"With Sam and…" Dean began to say as he pointed back up the road to where they where.

"Get in." Bobby ordered as he jumped back into his car, intrigued Dean quickly followed.

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Sam stood by the Impala gently swaying as he held Elle who was still whimpering. Sam couldn't help but feel like she too knew what she had just lost. He could see into the car, could see Ellen holding Jo, crying as she hid her face against Jo's.

He looked up as he heard tyres screeching as a speeding car pulled up by them. He watched as Dean and Bobby got out. "Dean, what's going on? Bobby..?" he asked confused.

Dean ignored him and ran straight over to the car. He opened the back door and reached in and gently pulled Jo out. Bobby walked over to Sam and took Elle from him. Sam quickly tried to snatch her back from him. "Will someone tell me what's going on? Bobby, what are you doing here?" he asked, not getting a reply.

"What are you doing?" Ellen asked as she climbed out of the car.

Dean knelt on the floor and placed Jo's head on his lap. Both Sam and Ellen watched confused as Bobby walked over to Dean with Elle. When Sam saw Bobby pull out a knife he ran at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing with that?" he said as he grabbed his arm.

"Sam, let him be!" Dean yelled making damn sure he knew it was an order and not an option.

Ellen quickly joined them. "Will someone please tell me what is going on?" Ellen asked through her tears.

"Hopefully a miracle…" Dean thought out loud.

Sam had to hold himself back from attacking Bobby as he used his knife to carefully prick Elle's finger, to his surprise she didn't cry, she barley flinched, but that didn't mean he liked what was going on. "Dean?" Sam asked, wondering why his daughter was getting cut up.

"Sam, please," was all Dean replied.

Bobby knelt down with Elle in his arms. He put her finger, which held a tiny drop of blood, over Jo's wound, they all watched in silence as the tiny droplet dripped of Elle's finger and mixed into Jo's.

Bobby passed Elle back to Sam who quickly wrapped her finger up in his shirt, even though it wasn't bleeding badly.

"Now what?" Dean asked as he looked up at Bobby. Bobby just looked back at him.

They were all more than startled as Jo suddenly gasped for breath, choking but taking in shallow breaths. "Breathe, breathe Jo." Dean said encouragingly.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Ellen quickly fell to the floor and held onto Jo's hand, kissing it and holding it against her face.

"I don't understand." Sam said, looking at Bobby and the others.

Bobby pulled a cloth out of his pocket and gently wiped away the blood on Jo's stomach they all looked on in amazement to see nothing there, not a scratch or a scar or anything.

"I heard a rumor about the little one. That's one of the reason so many demons want their hands on her. She can heal and heal the dead…" he began to say.

"Even evil?" Sam asked.

Bobby just nodded. "I wanted to know if it was true….guess it is." he said before looking back down at Jo who was starting to breathe more normally, still coughing slightly as the air caught in her throat.

Sam just looked at his daughter, wondering if she had powers or abilities or whatever because he did or because of some other reason…. As a thought hit him he unwrapped his shirt from her finger, expecting to see a small cut but instead finding a perfectly healed one. Confusion was an understatement for the way his head was feeling…

TBC

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