Here We Go Again – Demi Lovato

You never know what you want
And you never say what you mean
But I start to go insane
Every time that you look at me

You only hear half of what I say
And you're always showing up too late
And I know that I should say goodbye
But it's no use
Can't be with or without you!
Oh oh

So how did you get here under my skin?
I swore that I'd never let you back in
Should've known better than trying to let you go
'Cause here we go go go again

Leaning against a large silver Suburban, Michael Novak's blue eyes immediately lit up as Bela exited the car. Castiel's big brother was handsome with his blond hair and light blue eyes. It was a wonder how he was related at all to Castiel and Gabriel who both had darker hair and eyes. If Michael hadn't looked exactly like his father, people would have often wondered if he had been adopted like Raphael. Michael possessed all the qualities most firstborns had, he was confident and vocal, a true leader of his brothers. He was popular, smart and funny but not to an obnoxious. What Jo liked best about Michael was that he made a very spoiled Bela into an actual human being. Jo felt her breath hitch as Michael placed a tender kiss on Bela's forehead before placing a lingering one on her lips.

"I thought you'd never get here," he told her giving her a heart stopping half grin.

At the same moment, the black Impala pulled up and the Winchester brothers hopped out with Castiel bringing up the rear.

Ruby and Bela practically skipped inside, with their mates following closely behind, leaving Dean, Jo and Castiel in the dust. Cas took one glance at the brewing storm both and hurried inside.

Jo started walking up the stairs to the front of the shop when she heard Dean sigh loudly behind her. She felt his firm grip on her arm and she let him pull her back. She turned around to face him and was met with serious, apologetic eyes.

She didn't care. He opened his mouth to speak but she stopped him.

"Whatever you're going to say…I don't want to hear it."

"You don't even know what I'm gonna say," Dean replied

"And if the day goes as planned, I won't have to," she gave him a sarcastic smile before she turned on her heel and left him standing at the entrance of the store. The second she was inside, she was immediately pulled into a dressing room, with the sky blue bridesmaid's dress Bela had painstakingly picked out waiting for her on a hanger.

She sighed and started doing her 'bridesmaid' duty. She was grateful that Bela had asked Ruby to be her maid of honour. She didn't think she could have handled the stress of dealing with Bela and her eye for details. She didn't even want to think about the things Ruby had had to do as maid of honor even though she knew Ruby was more than happy to help with wedding plans, regardless of Bela's controlling nature. And right about now, she was more worried about being paired up with Dean for the walk down the aisle. Bela's voice pulled her from her thoughts.

"Joanna, are you almost done? Come on, I want to make sure the seamstress got the alterations right."

She sighed again and quickly stepped out of the dressing room. Bela was fluffing Ruby's dress as she stood by the largest mirror in the shop, admiring the way the fabric looked on her petite frames. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the guys crowding next to each other in a nearby mirror admiring the way they looked in their tuxes, and she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. The scene was just too priceless.

"Seriously, Bela…did you have to pick baby blue ties and cumberbunds?" Sam complained.

"Yeah, it might as well have been pink." Dean agreed, tugging on his tie.

Bela promptly marched over to the boys and helped Dean straighten his tie. "Keep talking like that, Winchester, and it will be pink…just for you. And by the way, Samuel, you're not wearing baby blue, you're wearing Azure mist. There's a difference and if you don't shut your mouth, I'll kick your ass."

"Bring it, Bela. You may be meaner but I'm not scared of you." Sam said mockingly. "Michael, do you let your woman talk to people this way? Reign her in."

Michael smiled but said nothing. He was wise enough to know to stay out of this one.

"Come on guys," Jo laughed, finally making her presence known. "Play nice now."

Bela smiled happily when she caught sight of her. "Oh Joanna! It looks perfect on you…come on…Ruby, get off of there, you had your turn in front of the mirror!"

Ruby stuck out her bottom lip to pout but surrendered when she saw the fierce look on Bela's face.

"Fine," she relented with a sly grin. "Whatever Bridezilla wants, Bridezilla gets."

Bela didn't even flinch. She was much too preoccupied with getting Jo onto the platform and in front of the mirror to even notice. She helped Jo up and swooshed the skirt of the dress around her to get the full effect.

"There…nothing to worry about." Bela whispered to Jo reassuringly. "You're going to look beautiful just not as beautiful as me."

Both girls just grinned at each other into the mirror until Ruby's frowning face emerged.

"Alright, Rubes. I'm getting down…" Jo laughed, feeling happy for the first time in days.

"Yay!" Ruby clapped her hands happily and immediately pounced back onto the platform to admire herself as soon as Jo vacated it.

Jo just shook her head and laughed as she watched Bela flit between the two mirrors, poking and prodding at Castiel and Michael.

"Bela, I know how to dress myself. I've been doing it for 26 years." Michael said trying to get away from her clutches.

When her face dropped, he immediately apologized. "I'm sorry, love. Go ahead and finish. Is this how I should tie it?"

Jo smiled at the genuine affection Michael had for his fiancée.

"Ok who started the party without us?" Gabriel asked as he entered the room with Raphael in tow.

"You're perpetually late," Michael looked over while Bela adjusted his tie. "You'll be late to your own funeral."

"Better late than never," Gabriel laughed as he shook hands with the boys and gave hugs to the girls.

Jo smiled as she watched her friends. It was a surreal situation. She was just about to go back into her dressing room to change when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Can we talk?"

She turned around to meet Dean's pleading eyes and bit her lip, trying to decide if there was a way out of this. He was the last person she wanted to be talking to but there weren't many places in the shop where she could run and hide. She nodded helplessly and allowed him to lead her to the opposite side of the shop, where the men's dressing rooms where.

He opened a dressing room and motioned for her to get inside. She shook her head profusely, immediately fearing any type of close proximity to him. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she said "No."

"Jo, I want to talk to you privately," he replied trying to restrain his annoyance.

She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment to regain her bearings. When she opened them, she felt a renewed sense of strength. "Fine."

She glared at him as she walked into the dressing room and he quickly followed, shutting the door behind him. When she turned around, she realized with horror how cramped the dressing room really was. Their faces were mere inches apart and suddenly, she wished she hadn't given in to him. Somehow, though, she always ended up giving in to him.

He sighed deeply. When his eyes met hers, there was a determination in them.

"Look Jo" he began unsteadily. "I know I'm not your favorite person right now and I know you don't want to talk to me. But I have something to say and you're going to have to listen whether you like it or not."

Her brown eyes narrowed slightly as he continued. He braced for a verbal assault but she didn't speak. He took it as a good sign and continued.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you yesterday and I'm sorry I was a jerk. But you need to listen to me. I don't want you to go out with Rick tonight."

Her heart practically froze in place. "What?"

"Remember last night when I told you he was an asshole? He might have seemed nice and polite to you then but trust me, he's not."

Her jaw clenched tightly and she backed away from him as much as the small space would let her. "How would you know that?"

"Because I've seen it. The Roadhouse isn't the only bar he goes to, Jo. And I've seen him with girls and I've heard stories about him…look, he just gets what he wants from them and then he throws them away. Just…do yourself a favor and cancel your plans with him tonight."

Jo was practically seething. "Oh, so he just gets what he wants from them and then he throws them away, huh? Wow, that sounds awfully familiar, don't you think? Remind me again where I've seen that behavior before…hmm…oh yeah..YOU."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "This isn't about me. This is about you and that guy…Jo, he's a scumbag and you shouldn't let yourself get within ten miles of him. I'm telling you because you're my friend."

"Your friend? Your friend?" her eyebrows rose angrily and she bit down hard on her lip. "Ok so we're friends…so why can't you just be happy for me like a friend? I mean I realize it's like the first date I've been on since I moved in with you and Cas but I'm a girl..every now and then guys ask me out. Why do you have to argue with me about a date? It doesn't make any sense."

He looked down at the floor and exhaled in frustration. "That's not it, Jo. That's not it at all. Rick isn't going to make you happy. Trust me, Jo, please trust me on this."

"Just shut up, Dean. How can you pass judgment on someone like this when you do the exact same thing you're accusing him of? You know what? I don't care. Maybe he is exactly what you said he is but I'm going to find out for myself. Get off your fucking high horse and leave me alone. What do you care anyway if Rick uses me and throws me away?"

Dean's greens eyes narrowed dangerously and she could see the same vein she had noticed yesterday threatening to pop pulsing on his forehead. He opened his mouth to speak and when nothing came out, she just continued her rant.

"And I can't believe you think I might actually consider sleeping with someone on the first date. I'm not like you…oh wait, you don't even take girls out on dates, do you? No…you just bring them back to your room, use them, and throw them away. And every time a guy takes an interest me, you just have to go and find something about him that you don't like. I'm sick of it! Don't act all self-righteous with me, Dean, because you have absolutely zero right to tell me what to do. I'm going to go out with him tonight and I'm going to have a good time. You can't stop me."

"Fine," he bit out. "Do what you want. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Jo just pushed past him and furiously opened the dressing room door, only to find Castiel, Sam and Gabriel waiting outside with amused expressions on their faces.

"So…what were you doing in there, Jo?" Sam asked carefully.

"Don't start with me, Sam," Jo spat out as she pushed past her friends to take off her dress.

The three of them watched her go, wincing as she left. All eyes were on Dean when he finally emerged from the dressing room. He looked exhausted, livid, and completely frustrated.

"Geez, Dean, what'd you do to her?" Sam asked curious.

"I told her not to go out with some douchebag." He answered simply, throwing his hands up in the air helplessly.

Bela walked over to see the commotion and jabbed a pointed finger into his chest. "You need to stop this, Dean. Jo can take care of herself. If she wants to go out on a date, then she can. I, for one, am happy for her. You blew your chance."

Dean chewed on his lip. "Yeah, that may be true but you don't know this guy. He's bad news."

She just shrugged her shoulders and scowled.

"How do you know him exactly?" Castiel asked carefully loosening the tie around his neck much to Bela's disapproval.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I've seen him around the club and at other bars. He's got a bad reputation and I don't want her to go out with him."

Gabriel smiled slyly. "So…if you don't want her to go out with him, then who should she go out with?"

Dean's brow furrowed with frustration and his eyes narrowed. "Jo can date whoever she wants, just as long as it's not him."