So this chapter is kinda boring. Oh and Hi! :) It's saddish though... Also, I won't be posting another chapter till Monday night. I'm doing Taste of the Tablelands tomorrow then sleeping over at Kitty's place so :P You get to wait! Ha! Anyway, enjoy the chapter :)

Joanna Beth held the watch in her hands loosely, watching its hands orbit the numbers. So much time had already passed since the last injection in silence. Jo put the watch down with a sigh that ended in a grimace as her stomach was pulled. She pressed a hand to the bandage under her shirt, closing her eyes and muttering grumpily.

"You okay?" Dean called out, rocking his chair despite the chains that weighed it down. His words, though they were kind, held an edge of cruel malice that no pure blood seemed to be able to wipe away so far. For all Jo knew, he was playing a masterful game that would end with her dead upon the floor.

She smiled nonetheless, ignoring the pain that raced laps through her body, "Yeah." She fixed the bandage on her forearm just as the front doors of the church opened and Sam walked in. He barely glanced at his brother, keeping his gaze straight ahead. Dean watched him intently, allowing a playful smile to grace his lips.

"Heya, Sammy." Ignored.

Sam stopped before Jo and put down the small tube of cream that he'd held in his hand onto the table next to her. He locked eyes with Jo. "I'm going to check your injuries," He warned before gently lifting the bottom of her shirt. Jo leaned back, supporting her arms behind her body.

Sam's large hands deftly removed the bandage, one layer at a time. The last came away and he put it on the table dismissively. Next came the padded Band-Aid, carefully peeled away from Jo's skin. She breathed in with a hiss and Sam apologised quietly, concentrating on his task.

Rocking his chair at just the right angle, Dean watched as Sam took the tube back into his hand. The torn skin of Jo's tattoo was jagged and ripped, the area a dark, ugly shade of purple and black. The two hunters winced and Dean flinched, feeling an unbeatable wave of guilt take over his body.

Uncapping the tube with shaky hands, Sam squeezed some of the milky-coloured cream onto Jo's injury. She gasped at the cold sensation and Sam grinned. "That's cold," Jo muttered unnecessarily, biting her lower lip as Sam gently spread the cream.

"Sorry," He murmured every time Jo jumped away from his touch. Her brown eyes darted around the room until they fell upon Dean. He was watching them with so much focus that he failed to notice her gaze for a moment or two. She grinned, her head tilting to the side. Dean slowly started to smile; until Jo cried out when Sam pressed too hard against her side.

"Sorry." Jo smiled grimly, nodding as her gaze fell back to Dean. He was now watching Sam and she noticed the way his shoulders were stiff and his eyes narrowed, following the movement of his brother's hand upon her skin. His jaw clenched and in that moment, Joanna laughed; he was green-eyed.

That madman of a demon was jealous of Sam. Her laughter was singing and pure, making Sam jump. He rolled his eyes and that's when Jo noticed that Dean's own eyes were black as the night. He looked at her and the breath was suddenly caught in her throat. She barely noticed as Sam started to bandage her stomach, pulling her shirt back down.

"Sit up," Sam commanded and Jo obliged, allowing him to move the shoulder of her shirt to get at the wound there. He took away the large Band-Aid, once again applying that cream. She shifted her eyes to it, looking for a name on the tube but finding none.

"What's that, Sam?" She reached for it and turned it over in her hands, looking at the mark-less plastic. "Something I got from-" He froze, catching Jo's inquiring stare. "-From your mom." He finished in a quiet voice, quickly going back to her shoulder.

With a hard-eyed look, Joanna put the tube back on the table, resolutely not turning her gaze upon it. Sam finished her shoulder and Jo caught a glimpse of more black and purple skin before he covered it up. Everything was so silent and Jo took the moment to realise just how loud it was when Sam wasn't there.

This time, Jo proffered him her arm, and he unbound it. The skin was an angry green and yellow, surrounding the bright red Mark. Sam alighted his finger on the wound, smoothing the cream over it in an even layer.

This wound hurt more than the other two and Jo gritted her teeth even though Sam barely touched her. Dean looked away with those sinful black eyes, down to his own forearm; the sleeves of his plaid shirt were rolled up and he wondered at the Mark that brandished his skin so.

"There," Sam gently fixed the bandage in place, covering the blemish. Jo smiled, "Thanks, Sam." He nodded, using a damp rag to wipe the blood from her face. It came away and revealed the still pale skin beneath, a stark contrast to the red.

"No problem," The young Winchester murmured and Jo slowly reached up to take the rag from him.

"I can do that." Joanna smiled again, softly and kind-hearted as she twisted the rag idly in her hands, watching the blood that squeezed out across her fingers. Sam looked around dully, before focusing on Jo and shrugging his shoulders.

"No problem," He gradually started to back away, "I'm, uh, going to wait in the Impala; call out if you need me." Sam sent a meaning look towards Dean and Jo followed it. The eldest Winchester brother was pursing his lips and humming, seemingly at ease.

Nodding her head, Jo put the rag to the corner of her lips, rubbing away the red. The doors closed behind Sam's retreating figure and Dean suddenly grinned.

"That was sweet." He was teasing her and Jo sent him a hard look, eyes narrowed. Hopping off the table, she picked up that dreaded syringe and put the metal to her flesh. Weakened and still bloody, Jo extracted her blood, barely feeling the prick of pain.

She turned to Dean and that sure smile was falling from his face. He tilted his head to the side voluntarily as Jo walked closer. She stood watching him for a moment and she noticed the gleam in his green eyes; but this wasn't a playful gleam, it was the beginning of tears and Jo nearly threw the syringe to the ground in disgust.

Why did she have to do this? Her dad had just gone out on a hunting trip one day; it wasn't meant to end like this.

Jo injected Dean with her pure blood; all the while wondering if she was even pure anymore, after everything she had been through and seen, done. Was she adequately guiltless to play the part of hero?

Dean cried out and his eyes became black to hold in all that endless pain.

"I'm sorry." Jo whispered those words, over and over again as she sunk to the floor before Dean, leaning against his legs for meagre support. Dean strained against the chains, wanting to pull the Huntress into an embrace but he couldn't; he couldn't offer her that support.

Joanna Beth cried as Dean whispered endlessly, "It's okay; it's going to be okay, Jo."

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