So... They know where Dean is! Yeah! I don't know what to say... I like Rainbows.. On with the show! Or FanFic, whatever you want to call it... =) Enjoy

"You ready?" Sam looked over at Jo as he pulled on his utility jacket, once again checking his gun. Joanna looked over and put on her own jacket, flipping her hair so it lay flat down her back. She turned and stared at Sam intently and they could both see a mirror image of their own sadness, echoing in each other.

Jo looked away and uttered a quiet, "Yeah." She glanced down to where Lucifer was playing with a stray bullet. She watched the ginger kitten pounce on the bullet and roll, oblivious to the pain around him. Jo nudged Lucifer's stomach with her shoe and he hissed before running off, tail in the air. She sighed and turned to Sam.

He didn't know of course; that Dean had visited her. Even when they'd been looking for him, she still hadn't told him. Sam didn't even suspect.

"Let's go," Jo turned away and with an affectionate pat to Lucifer who had sauntered back over, she walked out the door. Sam, still inside the cabin, watched her go before walking to the door after her. Just as he made to walk out, Lucifer pounced on his shoe, digging in his claws gently as if to say goodbye. Sam smiled down at the kitten and then he left.

Jo was already seated in the Impala; Dean hadn't taken his beloved car, mainly because Sam had taken it so it wouldn't get ruined. He shuddered to think what Dean would say if he found out his baby had gotten destroyed by his demon self. With that thought, Sam got in behind the wheel and tore off, making for the location on Crowley's phone.

It took them just under an hour to get to the small grove of trees. It was dark and they couldn't see more than a few metres in. Sam and Jo took their guns from their belts, the former flexing his other hand. Cautiously and as a team, they entered the grove, listening for any hint of the demon they hunted.

Something snapped to Jo's left and she spun to it only to find the space empty just as something broke behind Sam. They both looked back but were faced with the edge of the grove, a few metres away. Jo looked at Sam and they both shared a look before walking further in amongst the trees; the faint light behind them all but vanishing.

This time, when they both saw something flash across their vision, Sam lifted his free hand. The shadowed person froze as if an invisible hand had grabbed him. Beside Jo, the younger Winchester was gritting his teeth as if in pain. "Sam?" Joanna whispered, concerned for her fellow hunter but keeping an eye on the figure he had ensnared with his powers that she knew nothing about.

"What are you doing?" She hissed, a bit louder this time. The person was obviously struggling and she caught a flash of fanfiction green eyes when he looked over at her. Spinning on her heel, Jo lifted her gun and aimed it for Dean Winchester.

He smirked at her as he snaked his hand into the pocket of his jacket, taking his sweet time. There was something stopping him but he kept pushing till his hand wrapped around the handle of the First Blade and Sam's power was broken. "Wrong move Sammy." With that smirk curling into a snarl, Dean strode forward with purpose. First he swung with his fist, taking Sam to the jaw while his brother was still weak. Sam stumbled a bit and Jo ducked in turn when the First Blade swung for her throat.

Dean kept walking, pushing her back under the onslaught. She blocked and counter-blocked, striking at Dean whenever opportunity arose. With a beast-like growl, Dean kicked the front of Jo's leg and she fell to one knee. As the First Blade rose to deliver the death stroke, Joanna rolled away and went to her feet, running off. She stopped at an old oak tree and pressed her back to it. When she'd glanced back during her escape, Sam was no longer where she'd left him and Jo could only hope he was still alive.

She carefully tucked the gun back into the belt of her jeans, freeing her hands.

"I know you're there Joanna." Dean called; his voice low and taunting yet still with the air of being menacing. "Come out, come out and play." His voice was singing and ringing, echoing through the grove.

He glanced around through the dark, twirling the First Blade in his hand casually.

Not a few meters away, pressed flush to an old oak tree was Jo, desperately trying to control her breathing and racing heartbeat. Somewhere, she hadn't the faintest clue where, Sam Winchester was hiding from the man he'd followed around since he'd taken his first steps.

"Jo…" Dean called out in a sing-song voice, softly humming a tune along with it. Leaves crunched under Dean's boots, trailing where he walked and Jo leaned around the tree, catching a glimpse of him as he disappeared behind another shrub. She breathed out a small sigh of relief, making to push away from her hiding spot towards the general direction she thought Sam hid when she sensed the presence.

Joanna whirled in an arc, blonde hair flying in a golden ray before coming to a rest framing her face and tumbling across her shoulders.

And smiling cockily, there stood Dean, First Blade swinging in his hand as he aimed for Jo.

She ducked, the blade whistling over her head. Dean snarled in annoyance as Jo stood back up, reaching for the gun in the belt of her pants. She whipped it out and aimed for Dean only to have him bat it away and punch her square to the face.

Reeling backwards, blood pumping thickly from her nose, Jo stumbled to her knees. Dean laughed, going for the kill again, arm raised high when a body collided with him.

Sam Winchester tackled Dean at the waist, taking them both to the ground and through the damp grass. They landed with Sam's knee pressed against Dean's chest, keeping him to the ground.

His fist reared back before smashing like a thunder strike upon Dean's left cheek, snapping his head to the side. Again and again Sam punched his brother, dolling out the punishment. The First Blade fell from Dean's hand to fall silently against the grass.

And then Dean lashed out with his hand, smacking Sam across the face and making him fly into the same oak tree that had shadowed Jo. The resounding crash of flesh on wood later, Dean rose to his feet, wiping away the blood spattered across his face.

"Now then, how are we going to do this?" He rubbed his hands in mock glee, looking first at Jo then to Sam and back to the former.

"Cage style? Fight club, huh? You guys tag on and off?" He laughed cruelly and Jo rushed to her feet, fist swinging. Dean ducked, rising up and catching her with his palm to her chin. She stumbled back and he went to sweep her legs out from under her but again Sam came to her rescue.

He sent his knuckles into Dean's stomach, stopping his brother short. Dean folded, falling back. He stood up straight, a malicious grin staining his face. Sam grabbed Jo's upper arm and hauled her forward, steadying her feet. And as a pair they stepped forward; Sam going high, she going low.

Under the onslaught of Sam's fists coming for his face and Jo sweeping her leg out to catch his, Dean fell back, rolling along the ground and jumping up.

His little brother kept coming, hitting him to the ribs and then shooting his elbow into Dean's chin when he folded. The elder tripped back again, rearing up and smashing his own fist into Sam's face, letting it be his turn to go backwards.

Joanna took up Sam's stead, kicking her foot up high and catching Dean's chest, whirling around to punch him in the face only to have him dodge. She struck again, her forearm being blocked by Dean's as he grabbed it with his free hand, twisting it behind her back. She screamed as he pulled her muscles taught and with the dying echoes of her shout, Jo stamped her foot back, catching Dean's toes under her heel.

Dean growled angrily, pushing her away and when she faced him again he struck her to her cheek bone and sent her falling next to Sam.

He breathed out deeply, resting his hands on his knees and bending at the waist.

"What happened to tag-team?" He asked, head tilted quizzically to the side. With a quick laugh he held up his right hand and summoned the First Blade to him. Rolling his eyes and standing up straight, he held up his free hand. He gestured for the pair to come at him.

Sam got to his feet, walking towards the man he'd always looked up to, making to beat him down when a loud crack shattered the night sky.

Something small whirred past his face, rustling his hair and with the noise of perforated flesh, the pentagram-etched bullet sunk into the top left of Dean's chest, missing his heart.

"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered, almost wearily before stumbling slightly, almost woozily, and then collapsing. His eyes were back to their fanfiction green and they blazed with fury as his body refused to do his bidding.

Sam spun to face Jo, finding her still on the ground, the fallen gun in her grasp and aimed to the space Dean had just occupied. She tossed the gun to the side dismissively, holding out her good arm for Sam to haul her to her feet.

She grimaced, injured arm cradled to her stomach as she walked over to Dean.

"Time to cure a demon."

Did you like it? I was going to have the bullet hit dead-centre to his heart but then realised that would be bad once they cured him... Cuz then he'd die... But! *Rubs hands together and grins* The next chapter starts with the cure. Also, you know how you have to confess your biggest sin in order to become pure to cure a demon? Can anyone think what Jo's biggest sin could be? Maybe it's loving Dean? I don't know so lend me your thoughts people! I might have an idea that I think is really good but I still want to know what you think! Geronimo!