BIG CHANGES: I'm going to be making periodical changes to this story to make it better and as of now my character ages are as follows: Dean 18 and Sammy 14. This story is AU so remember other characters are as I make them. And sorry if I'm giving you whiplash with the way the story is going thus-far.

Chapter Summary: Dean realizes that his father and Sam will always be there, in his times of need.

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"So where to?" asked Jo from the back seat. "Change of plans guys" Dean told them "I'd like to go to Campe Verde, Arizona, I got some cash so I just need you guys to get me to the bus station." "Nonsense." Replied Ellen "Jo and I have been looking to get out of the bar for some R&R anyways it'll be a nice long road trip and if you don't mind my asking Dean, Why Campe Verde?" "Well when dad was AWHOL and Sammy was at Sanford I spent some time down there working on a few hunts and made some friends, long story short I called her up and she'd be happy to have me."

"She?" asked Jo pessimistically from the backseat.

Now:

Dean sat up in bed for what felt like the fifth time in six hours. He was having confusing and strange dreams--ones he couldn't make out clearly, in some he left his father and Sam and in others he stayed. In the last one he'd called Jo and Ellen to come take him, but he would never sink that low.

He and his father had talked the night before about everything and he had agreed with his dad that once he was discharged from the hospital today he would stay with his father and Sammy and allow them to help with his rehab. And Bobby who'd left for home the night before, was getting his house ready for the Winchesters' arrival.

Dean looked over at the chair next to his bed and smiled, Sammy was curled into the chair with his neck at such an unnatural angle that Dean couldn't help but burst out laughing at the ridiculous image, the laughing didn't help his ribs and he soon found himself gasping painfully at the sharp white-hot pains lacing their way through his sides.

Sam was at his brothers side in an instant putting a reassuring hand on Dean's shoulder. When Dean regained his composure and looked over at Sam questioningly. "Dude hand" Dean reminded Sam. "Aw Jesus not this again." Thought Sam as he remembered how his brother hated these "chick flick" moments.

Just then their father walked through the door with Dean's discharge paper's in his hands. "Look here Dean I have your papers to freedom." John said playfully as he handed them to Dean for him to sign. Once Dean had signed the papers and they were submitted the doctor came in with some last minute instructions for medication, bandaging, and therapy. They were then free to go. John and Sam had began carrying Dean's luggage from the room out to John's truck.

Once everything had at last been loaded it was Dean's turn. A nurse came in with the customary wheelchair and had John help Dean get into it. They then made the trek out to the lobby and to the car. Dean, who was still very sore from his injuries tried hard not to gasp out in pain as he felt his injured ribs shift. John put an arm under Dean's knees as one might a baby and his other carefully under Dean's shoulder's and lifted him from the wheelchair and set him in the passenger seat of the truck where, the seat had already been lain back for him.

John thanked the nurse and he and Sam got into the truck. The ride to Bobby's was a long one but it gave all of the men some time to do their own thinking. Upon arrival at Bobby's Sam was asleep in the back seat and Dean was asleep in the front. John looked over at Dean and couldn't help but think about what he could've lost. Bobby came outside and helped John with the bags and then Dean, with Sammy's wont-take-no-for-an-answer help into the house.

It was on the way into the house that John noticed the car in the driveway, it wasn't an all that familiar car but he knew it well enough to know that it was one of Ellen's old hunkers and he assumed that perhaps Jo had come down to Bobby's to see Dean. She had played a very important part in Dean's recovery and John had sensed something special between her and Dean, he hoped maybe it would give Dean a reason to stay-- he knew it was selfish but Dean was his son and he couldn't lose the one constant reminder he had of Mary with Dean's emerald green eyes and Sandy blonde hair.

Jo came to the doorway just as Sammy and Dean had made it there. "I got it champ." she told Sam as she took Dean's arm over he own shoulder. Sam started to protest but Dean interrupted him "Don't worry Sammy Jo's a big girl she can handle me." "Are you implying that I'm fat Dean Winchester?" Asked Jo feigning innocence.

Dean just smirked as Jo helped him into the guest room. The rest of the day passed by uneventfully as Dean mostly slept, Sammy watched some TV, John and Bobby worked on some cars, and Jo did some reading. The next morning John, Sam , and Bobby went to the local Denny's to grab some breakfast at Jo's insistence. John took silent note as they were leaving, of Jo's uncharacteristic behavior, he sensed there was something different about her but he just couldn't put his finger on what!

Jo walked into the guest bedroom and glared down at Dean. When she noticed that he was waking up she quickly put on a big ol' smile just for him and sat down on the bed next to him. "Anything I can get for you?" she asked surreptitiously. Dean eyed her carefully and thought that something was amiss but he quickly pushed the thought aside and said "Some water would be nice thanks." She looked disappointed as she made her way out into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen Jo thought to herself "He doesn't suspect a thing." She reached into her sweatshirt pocket and pulled out the small packet containing the colorless substance. She then put the substance into the water and mixed it until no bubbles were showing. She plastered the smile back on her face and made her way back to the room. Once back to the room she dropped the glass in shock when she realized the bed was empty and Dean was standing on the other side of the bed with the colt pointed right at her.

"Dean? What the hell are you doing?" she asked, the false-fear evident in her non-wavering voice. "Something that should've been done a long time ago you yellow-eyed son of a bitch!" Dean replied seething. The jig was up she realized he had seen the eyes, no way to hide it now, the demon knew that Dean wouldn't kill Jo so he decided that he'd taunt Dean. The demon moved to fast for Dean to react and quickly overtook him. They struggled for control of the gun and it took all of Dean's remaining strength to quickly lay down the salt line across the door as he had already done around the perimeter of the room, he through the colt out into the hallway and waited for the end, he knew it couldn't be long now.

The demon took control once as she wrapped her fingers around Dean's neck and began to squeeze his last thoughts as his vision began to darken were "At least dad and Sam are safe."