So the beginning of Dean's cure. Yay! This is going to be sooo much fun to write =D Can't wait! Anyway, enjoy!

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chain excite me." Dean's voice was low and taunting as Jo fixed the last lock in place, securing the chains around his body. Sigils were etched into the metal to prevent him from doing anything. He was tied to a chair in the middle of an abandoned church, a demon trap around him.

Sam had deduced that the sigil wouldn't have any effect but Jo had resolutely painted it all the same; needing the air of security that came with it. Ignoring his taunt, Joanna began to walk towards the confessional booth. Her footsteps echoed and left creaks in their wake, pressing lightly on the wooden floor.

"You really think this'll stop me?" Dean tensed against the chains to emphasize his point. Jo turned on her heel and shrugged, "No, but that bullet will do the job." She gestured with a nod of her head at the bullet hole in Dean's shoulder. Within the perforated flesh was the bullet Jo had fired, a tiny pentagram carved into the base of it. Turning away, Jo started her walk again to the booth, breathing in and out slowly.

Sam had, of course, told her what she had to do; about confessing her greatest sin unto God's judgement so that her blood would be pure. So she could purge the demon from Dean's body. Sam had left her for a while, to think, to search her sins.

He was currently outside the church, waiting for Jo to make the first injection. He'd told her what his sin had been; betraying his brother and Joanna was still thinking of her sins.

Dean made a non-committed grunt but Jo was already opening the door and slipping into the booth. She barely glanced around before kneeling, laying her head against the grill that separated her from the other section; where the priest belonged.

But there was no priest, no holy man to show her the way and guide her across the lonely plains; just a madman and his insane brother.

So as Joanna Beth breathed out, eyes closed and listened to Dean's humming, she started to confess.

Her petite hands reached up to clasp in a prayer and her brown eyes closed more tightly, wishing for a miracle. Her words were breathed out in tiny whispers, riding the air she exhaled; she didn't even notice that Dean's humming had stopped. She confessed and prayed, begged even.

She purged her soul of the sin that had dragged it down for the past five years, ridding herself of the guilt it wrought. When her eyes finally opened they were heavy and clad with silent tears. The salt water traced patterns in her pale skin and with a shaky hand, Jo brushed it away.

On unsteady feet, she left the confessions booth, ready to face the madman she sought to cure.

Dean Winchester smirked as he watched Jo move to the dingy table, clasping the syringe and needle in her hand. It shook and rattled in her unsteady hand, threatening to fall. The tip had just settled on the crook of her arm when Sam walked in, green eyes on his brother.

"You okay?" He asked his fellow hunter, aware of how she couldn't seem to push the needle just that further; as if he had felt her fear and knew it well.

"I'm fine." Was the whispered response and Sam had been told that lie so many times he took Jo's wrist into one hand, the needle into the other; recognising the hesitation. She seemed to protest but with a quick look from Sam and the whispered words, "No you're not," she allowed him to gently pierce her skin with the needle, breaking flesh and beginning the journey for redemption.

"Ow," Jo muttered, almost childishly, as Sam extracted her blood. With a great deal of care, he took out the needle, thumb putting pressure on the puncture wound to stem the fleck of blood.

"Here." He slowly handed over the needle, treating it as if it held the nectar of the Gods, watching as it was taken in Jo's unsteady hands. Glancing over her shoulder at Dean's smug face, Joanna looked back up at Sam and he could see the traces of fear and uncertainty that hovered there.

"It'll be okay." Sam whispered, reaching out to pull the girl into a tight hug; minding the pointy end of the needle. The pair ignored Dean's low wolf whistle, and Sam whispered another comfort, "You'll be okay. I promise." It was those words that eerily echoed that which he had promised Ellen five long years previously.

With a quick glance around the abandoned church and making sure Jo was better than before, Sam left through the front doors, closing them behind himself as if to hold in the process.

Dean turned as best he could and shouted after his little brother, "Liar!" in retaliation to what Sam had promised Jo. Facing the blonde again, Dean smirked that flirtatious smirk of his and spoke, "I thought you had a crush on me not Gigantor." He raised that eyebrow and went to laugh just as, steeling her nerves and gripping her bravado tight; Joanna pushed the needle into his neck.

Stifling a grunt, Dean felt the rush of pure blood tainting his already tainted sanguine and shuddered slightly. Taking out the needle, Jo watched as Dean rolled his shoulders and shook his head before grinning at her.

"WHOA! Head rush!"

So did you like that first part? I, personally, liked the ending =D So… Stay tuned! GERONIMO!