Chapter 4:

Sam learned that Jo had a worse mouth than this brother. A string of cuss words would come out of her mouth whenever anything happened, whether it was a missed shot on a hunt or stubbing her toe. Some of the words that came out of her mouth made even Sam blush, and he had grown up with Dean.

They had just finished hunting a shape shifter that had gone after one of Sam's old friends from college. The mission had gone south, ending up with the shifter having a hold of Dean and taking his form. Then Dean was then put on the police radar.

"Mother f*cking shit storm!" Jo said as they entered the motel room three countries over. She threw her duffle onto the bed, kicking the bedside table. "Damn bastard bitching hellion."

She wasn't making sense. Instead she just kept cussing and kicking furniture.

Dean gave Sam a look. With a nod, Sam left the two in the hotel room together. For a minute, Dean watched as she continued to get her frustration out. Then he went, wrapped his arms around her and held her until she stopped struggling.

"I f*cked up," she said in a broken voice.

"No, you didn't." Dean told her.

"I did! I didn't even realize it wasn't you. How could I not know it wasn't you?" she broke away from him, collapsing on the bed.

"Sam didn't even know it was me." he sighed, sitting down next to her. "If it had taken over you or him, I wouldn't have known it wasn't either of you. That's what they do, Jo, they become someone you care about and you don't know the difference."

She sat up, looking at him. "I still should've known."

He groaned, grabbing her face in his hands forcing her to look at him. "Jo, listen to me, there was no way you could've known for sure."

Jo sighed, leaning into his touch. "Are you sure?"

"Would I lie to you?" he asked her.

There was a lot that could be said about Dean Winchester. He had lied to many women and men in his past. The women he lied to get into their pants. The men he lied to get information. There were two people on this Earth that he could never lie to. Sam and Jo.

"No," she said, knowing that he wouldn't lie to her.

Looking into her eyes, he could still see that something was wrong. "What is it?"

"What?"

"There's something wrong," he said. "I can see it."

Jo sighed. "Seeing your body...well not really your body but a damn good look alike...lying on that ground..."

Dean pulled her into his arms. "Sweetheart-"

"Don't sweetheart me." she said. "I don't know what would've happened if it had actually been you lying on that ground."

"That's not gonna happen, Jo."

"You don't know that, Dean. Every day we are out there risking our asses and could be killed at any moment." Jo cried out. "I just can't watch you or Same die."

"And you especially don't want to live having regrets." he said, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

"Exactly," she sat back down on the bed next to him.

Dean sighs. "I regret dragging Sammy back into all of this. If it hadn't of been for me, Jessica would still be alive."

"You don't know that," Jo said.

"I do. Sam would've been there. He could've stopped whatever it was. Instead he was on the road with me, and it's all my fault."

"I regret telling this guy that I'm into that I have feelings for," she said after a pregnant pause.

"Lucky bastard," Dean grumbled.

"Eh, he's an idiot. Kinda good looking and definitely not the type of guy you'd take home to a normal mother. Mine though, well she seems to like him for some unknown reason."

"Ellen's approval? Definitely a lucky bastard. So what's the problem?"

"I don't know if he's into me is the big thing. The second is he see's me as some dumb little kid."

Dean turned to her. "I'm sure that's not true."

"How do you know this?" she asks quietly, looking into his eyes.

"Because you aren't some little kid. You're a woman, Jo." Then his lips met hers.