*Sorry for the long hiatus during the past few weeks, finals, regents and life have kept me quite busy ^^. PLEASE REVIEW! Also read the last note at the end of this story, I have small poll I need all of your help with!!!

"The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it."

~ Albert Einstein

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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."

The minute John Winchester stepped foot back into Bobby's house, he felt "something" he wasn't sure how to describe it, but something wasn't right.

"Dean?" He yelled, dismayed to hear no response.

"Jo?" He called again, now really beginning to worry.

Bobby and Sam were on the steps now and heard John's frantic cries for Dean and Jo.

"What is it?" asked Bobby upon entering the house.

"I don't know but I'm sure as hell going to find out!." John roared as he raced to the bedroom.

What he saw as he entered was a site he will never forget, his son was struggling weakly against Jo as she huddled over him with her hands around his neck.

John was about to rush forward and shove the bitch off of her son, it was at that moment he noticed Dean's left hand weakly pointing out into the hallway.

John followed his sons hand and found the colt. He reached down hurriedly to pick it up.

"Get your fucking hands off of my son you yellow-eyes son of a bitch!" John threatened.

"Like father like the son." The YED replied.

She released her grip on Dean's neck and Dean's grateful intake of oxygen was heard by all as the scene began to unfold.

She stood up and began to walk closer, and closer to the doorway. She looked down at the meager line of salt and laughed.

"Don't you think salt is a little lower then my league John?" she asked tantalizing him.

"Salt may be…" John began and he clicked the hammer of the colt, getting ready to fire "but this baby'll do the job."

"Oh Johnny boy, you may want to think again before pulling that trigger." She taunted him again.

"Why the fuck would that even be in my realm of possibilities?" John asked trying to figure out where she was going with this.

"Because Johnny boy, I'm, well rather this skank is all Ellen has left, after you killed precious daddy-o."

John felt as though he had been physically struck. The implicated truth of it's statement beginning to sink in.

John was torn, on one hand he knew he could end it all right now and save his sons a life of hunting, pain and misery. But his guilt was also waging a one-way war with his mind.

The demon had picked the perfect target and he knew it, he used this opportunity to make a move against John. He took a leap into the hallway and was immediately stopped unable to move any closer to John or back into the room where he could cause Dean further harm.

"What the?" John started but then looked up "You brilliant son of a bitch." John commended Bobby. Above the door, on the ceiling Bobby had a hasty devil's trap drawn on the paneling.

During the confrontation, Bobby had taken the opportunity to whisper directions up to Sam on his shoulder's who was drawing the symbols.

"Dean!" yelled Sam. It had seemed in the excitement all had forgotten about Dean.

John, and Bobby hastily followed Sam into the room where Dean lay on the floor, gasping for breath still.

"I'm arght Sam." Dean tried to assure him, but his body felt otherwise as he began to cough violently.

"Dean?" John questioned as he noticed his son begin to lose consciousness.

"Bobby do you have any oxygen in the house?" John asked as he picked Dean up and set him on the bed, checking him over for other conspicuous injuries.

"Be back in a second John." Bobby told him as he ran into the hallway, around the YED who continued her rant. Bobby ran downstairs and out to his truck, he grabbed his make-shift medical kit and brought the whole bag upstairs with him.

"How is he?" Bobby asked upon returning to find John pulling Dean's shirt back down and smoothing the hair from his face.

Sammy sat silent, seething on the other side holding Dean's hand.

"I can't find any other injuries besides the obvious, his larynx is swollen which is causing him to have difficulty attaining breathes." John replied.

"Well I think I can help ya there." Bobby said as he pulled an oxygen mask out of the med kit and handed it to John. "I've got about an hours worth which should allow the swelling to go down.'

John adjusted the mask so it was on Dean's face appropriately, he then turned to face Sam.

"Sam be sure that when he wakes up, he keeps the oxygen on. Bobby and I have an evil son of a bitch to take care of."

"Yes sir." Sam said, finally glad to have something he could focus on, especially glad it was Dean.

Bobby and John prepared the exorcism that would send the yellow-eyed douche bag packing.

""Ubi amor est meus, ibi mea est patria, Unus duos treus , malum est scelestus futurus sent rectus ex hic , terra per puteus , solus prodigium ut vadum take him rectus ut abyssus."

The demon had stopped his struggle and resulted to screaming in agony as the banishing spell was placed. "You'll pay for this John Winchester!" The demon roared just prior to be expelled from Jo's body.

Once the smoke had cleared, Bobby caught Jo as she fell to the ground. "Think she had a clue?" Bobby asked John as he carried Jo into Dean's room.

"She knew." John told him, she's been around enough to know.

They checked the vitals on Jo and were relieved to find that she was just worn out. She woke up about 15 minutes after the exorcism.

"What the hell?" she asked spitting on the floor as the nasty taste of sulfur aroused her senses.

"What's the last thing you remember Jo?" asked Bobby carefully.

"I remember my mom and I got the call about Dean's accident and she suggested I come down to check on him and offer my help."

" I also remember talking to him at the hospital, then talking to my mom on the phone and then…. Nothing." she informed them.

"Well, welcome back to the present Jo, that was about 5 days ago." Sam told her attempting to lighten the mood in the room.

"Well that's real nice and all and I can see Dean is doing better so I'm going to get going back home. I can only imagine what idea's the demon has put into mom's head." Jo sighed in frustration.

"I'll walk you out Jo." Bobby said, feeling that the Winchester's needed a moment to themselves.

"Dad." "Sammy" they both began at once.

"Go ahead Sammy." John said, knowing his son needed to get something off of his chest.

"I'm sorry I've been an ass the past couple of weeks dad, but with Dean gone and then the accident, I've had a lot on my mind." Sam confessed.

"Sam you have nothing to apologize for. I've been getting rougher on you and your brother. I've deserved anything you've given me Sam. But I promise you this…" He said while looking down at Dean

"Regardless of his decision, we've bought some time with the Demon, and I'm willing to give this normal a shot for awhile."

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*Ok the end for now! My question to you is: Should Dean stay? Or try going out in his own. Answer in the form of reviews!