Well this was both sad and kinda cool to write.. Also I have finished writing all the chapters! Yay! In total there is 22 so... 'bout 4 more to go. There is a surprise though at the very end. Don't know if you guys will be happy or not for it though :D Also gotta say that Jo is kinda tricky in this episode (... Just realised what I wrote there... Meant to be chapter). Go Jo! Have fun and thanks for the reviews guys! Keep reading. :) Oh and the chapter title is from this video song I watched about Bobby, it's called- Bobby Singer _ Losing your memory. Go and check it out! Probably the saddest video I've ever watched apart from that Benny one...

Joanna screamed. It was an aching scream that broke the night and Dean almost flinched but he held his composure. He drew the First Blade across another section of Jo's flesh, marring the skin fiercely.

Another shriek broke the air and in her struggle, Jo threw her hand up and caught Dean's face. A resounding crack followed the contact before Dean grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the side. He traced the blade across Jo's cheek, digging in slightly to leave a trail of blood behind.

"Please, Dean." Jo begged and Dean's black eyes seemed to be taunting her.

This was not the gentle torture Jo had gotten when Meg had attacked her all those years ago. That had been mentally degrading but Jo knew in the end that it wasn't Sam; she knew before this even began that it was Dean, all Dean. And that made it all the more worse when the tip of the blade dug into her shoulder.

This time Jo bit her bottom lip, drawing blood, to keep the scream from bubbling to the surface. Dean frowned at her silence and twisted the blade harshly.

"Stop it!" Jo cried and silent tears rushed down her cheeks, mixing with the red blood and running into her luscious hair. Dean grinned and pulled the blade out, running it over her stomach, tracing the mutilated tattoo.

"What did you confess about, Joanna?" Dean murmured, watching the blood run over her pale skin.

Jo shook her head fervently, closing her eyes and whimpering against the pain. He couldn't know, not her biggest sin.

Dean smirked softly as if reading her thoughts and his fanfiction green eyes caught her brown gaze.

"I heard you, did you know that?" He whispered, moving his gaze to the small cut on her inner forearm, etched into the shape of the Mark. It matched his own perfectly and in his mind he had gotten rid of some of the pain that hung over him when he'd carved it into her skin.

"Your greatest sin," He kept whispering to her, the blade limp in his hand. Jo was lying on the floor numbly, moving only her eyes to watch Dean. She could barely move and the rapid blood lose was weakening her.

That golden hair of hers that Dean loved so was caked with blood and its beautiful gleam was lost to a sea of red.

Dean looked at the ragged cut on his palm, tracing the wound dimly and watching the blood that still trickled faintly. He smiled softly at Jo and she shook her head again, silently begging him not to voice it aloud.

"Ellen."

That one word, one name, whispered on a fell air brought the tears surging from Jo's brown eyes in a fresh wave. "Just stop it," She pleaded and that brought back a mental gleam to Dean's eyes. He scored the blade over Jo's stomach and she screamed, kicking her legs against the ground and trying to pull her wrist from Dean's grip.

He fought back and when she'd settled back down he became thoughtful. He seemed to ponder something before looking at Jo with an eerie smile. "It's your fault, you know that right?"

He brushed Joanna's blood-ridden hair from her face in what could've been considered a tender gesture. "You're the reason that she's dead." With that word, Jo screamed, sobbing mercilessly and achingly. Dean closed his eyes to the horror of her pain and then steeled himself. His gaze met hers and it was a glassy, dull look that filled those brown irises.

"I know that! For God's sake, I know it's my fault!" Jo breathed in unevenly and her chest heaved under the pressure. A single tear rolled from the corner of her eye and Dean caught it on the tip of his finger, watching it glisten.

"I am the reason she's dead," Whispered on dying air and Dean looked back to Jo. She was watching him with a sorrow that cut deeper than the First Blade ever could.

"That's my confession," Jo whispered even though Dean already knew. She was saying it out loud to tell herself, to wash in the blame and guilt, and maybe, just maybe come away a better person. "My mother is dead because of me; and I try to forget about it but, I can't. I can never forget."

Dean concealed his own feelings by drawing a cruel smirk on his face. He gripped the First Blade tighter and then he glanced down. Perhaps it was the pure blood rushing through his veins but Dean paused, feeling the niggling sensation of guilt and horror tugging at his mind when he saw the blood that drenched Joanna.

"I-" He froze as Jo put a hand to her bleeding stomach, tugging her other from Dean's loose grip to push herself up. She was sitting in front of Deans' crouching position and her supporting hand moved to press to his cheek.

Dean unwittingly leaned into the touch, closing his eyes. Jo smiled, leaning forward; her pale lips brushed over his and he felt enlightened at the contact. Dean went to move forward into the chaste kiss when Jo's hand moved from her stomach, soaked in blood and grabbed his.

Dean roared in pain, pulling away abruptly. Jo grimly held onto his hand even as he tried to tug it free.

The jagged cut on his hand felt as if molten fire was being used to cauterise it. But no, it was the pure blood that Jo had taken from her stomach, mixing it with the tainted blood that ran his veins. Dean growled against the pain, his eyes locking with Jo's who watched him defiantly. His gaze moved past her to the table where he could see the watch; it had struck the hour.

Dean narrowed his eyes at Jo's sneaky plan to distract him.

Then the door burst open.

Sam strode in, his eyes wild and his stance ready for a fight. He thrust out his hand, fingers splayed and concentration fierce. Dean went flipping away from Jo, their joined hands parting. He slammed into his chair and Jo slumped forward from the missing contact.

"Jo!" Sam rushed forward and took her into his arms, eyes widening at the blood that stole away from her body. He kept her cradled and when Dean groaned, rolling over, Sam stood up. He left Jo at his feet and his hand was aimed at Dean.

His splayed fingers became a clenched fist and Dean yelled in pain, arcing his back from the floor. Grim washed over Sam's sharp features as he tortured his own brother for the damage he had inflicted upon Jo.

Dean screamed, his mouth open as wide as it could go and his eyes rolling into his head. A tiny smile tugged at the corner of Sam's lips; a cruel and punishing smile it was. Jo watched as Dean screamed and she felt those treacherous tears blaze down her face.

"Sam," She whispered but he ignored her quiet plea. "Sam, stop it."

The youngest Winchester in that room splayed his hand and Dean went tumbling across the floor in agony.

"SAM!" Jo screamed and he froze. His hand was still outstretched but his expression had become hesitant and fearful. "Stop it, please." Jo begged again and with that, Sam reeled back, eyes widening in terror to what he had just done.

Dean groaned from his place on the floor, "That was worse than a hangover."

A smile slowly crept over Jo's features as Sam blinked sluggishly. A tear trekked his cheek and Sam turned, racing from the church. Jo watched him go before turning to Dean. Their gaze locked and his was filled with endless pain and guilt.

"You just had to find an excuse to kiss me," Dean smirked and Jo laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Shut up."

So did you like it? That trick Jo pulled on Dean, that was awesome... And to this moment I still can't remember the exact reason why Dean should've escaped *Pouts* Dangit. But Sam got kinda scary there *Shiver* Whoo! Anywho, hope you like their first kiss even though it was Jo manipulating Dean... :D ALLONS-Y! Oh and if you're wondering why Jo doesn't seem to be so terrified of Dean.. She is but she knows that this cure must be finished, that in all... It's not truly Dean. Not the Dean she like-likes. HAha.