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Dean stared down the girl standing in the lobby. "What are you doing here, Jo?"
Jo held up a set of car keys. "Well, I was hoping you could do a tune-up on Bessie? You know, since it's been a while since I've driven her."
A while. Dean scoffed. "Why should I give her a tune-up? So you can get another DUI?"
"Dean-"
"Are you even allowed to drive?" Dean pressed on. "Didn't the court take your license away or something?"
Jo rolled her eyes. "It's suspended, Dean!" she snapped. "I could get it back when I finished my rehab program and traffic school. Both of which, I did so," she held up the keys again, "are you going to help me or not?"
Dean rubbed his jaw. He knew he shouldn't. He knew Ellen would put his head on the end of a very sharp stick. But she was a family friend...
"Does Sam know you're back?" he asked, taking the keys from her.
"No one does," Jo explained. "I'm trying to keep it on the low."
"Good." He threw the keys in the drawer of the counter. "I'll look at it tomorrow." He walked past Jo, grabbing his belongings and shutting off the lights. "I'm assuming you need a ride?"
Jess screams as the door is kicked in. A masked figure stood in the doorway.
"Ohhhh Jess?" he calls.
Jess takes this opportunity to fight. She lunges at the man using as much strength as possible, briefly knocking him backward off his feet. When he slammed into the wall behind him, she snuck through the small opening.
She trips.
"Hey!" he yells, crouching down and sitting on top of her. "You're not going anywhere."
Jess rolled over onto her back. They tussle and she grabs the mask, pulling it off the man's head.
"Brady?"
Sam woke up in a cold sweat. Feeling like he was in a sauna, he kicked the blankets off the bed and looked at the bottle of flu medicine his mom left on his bedside table. This shit fucking works.
He slowly sat up on the bed, preparing to make his way to the bathroom. As soon as Sam stood up, he got a sharp pain right behind his left eye, causing him to lean on the bed. "Agh!" he cried out, scrunching his face and praying the pain would go away. It didn't.
"Sam?" his mom called, coming down the hall from the master. "Are you awake? I thought I heard-" she stopped in her tracks in his doorway. "Sammy?" She helped guide him to the floor and knelt next to him. "John!" she called downstairs. "Sammy, honey, what's wrong?"
Sam put his hands over his ears, squeezing his head. "Head... hurts..." was all he could mutter.
"Where?"
Sam pointed to the left side of his head.
Mary ran her fingers through his hair, inspecting the area. "I don't see anything." She started to massage his temple. "Does that help?"
It didn't. But Sam nodded anyway.
And just like that, the pain was gone.
Sam gasped for air, finally able to open his eyes. He felt disoriented and confused.
"What happened?" John asked, finally showing up in Sam's room.
"Help me get him back in bed," Mary ordered. She grabbed one of Sam's arms while he grabbed the other. Slowly they lifted him up and sat him up on the edge. Sam was still struggling to catch his breath. "You're pretty sick Sammy," Mary comforted, "it's not surprising you have a migraine."
That was a pretty fucked up migraine. But the next thing Sam knew, he was on his back, his mom inserting the thermometer in his mouth and pulling his blankets back on him. She removed the thermometer and smiled. "Good news. Your fever's gone down." She fluffed his pillow and gave him a kiss, right on the spot he was just feeling pain a second ago. "Do you need anything?" Sam shook his head. "Okay. Go back to sleep," she said, closing the door behind her and John as they left his bedroom.
Sam relaxed. His mom always knew how to make him feel better. Maybe he does need to go to sleep. Once this flu passes, everything will return back to normal.
Except Sam still had to use the bathroom.
Annoyed, he frowned and kicked all the blankets back off him, bracing himself for another "migraine" once he stood back up.
Nothing happened.
The drive to drop Jo off at home was quiet. Dean didn't want to talk and Jo didn't really have anything to say. Until Dean pulled up outside her house.
At least he put the car in park. "Thanks for the lift," Jo said, unbuckling her seatbelt and grabbing her bag. Dean didn't even look at her. "Dean, I don't know why-"
"Are you back for good this time?" Dean asked sharply, interrupting her.
Jo was speechless. "If you're asking if I'm sober now, then yes, but-"
"And you're going to stay that way?"
Jo remained speechless. "What are you really asking me?"
Dean turned his head, glaring at her. "Sam's back too, you know."
Jo relaxed a little in her seat. "I know. My mom told me what happened. I feel awful."
"So then you understand that the last thing he needs right now is more drama with you, right?"
Jo laughed. "Of course. You think I'm going to relapse again and drag Sam down with me this time."
"I know I don't usually go all 'big brother' for Sam," Dean explained, "but you two were best friends and whatever happened between you two really fucked him up."
"Fuck you, Dean," Jo said, suddenly throwing open the door and climbing out of the car.
"Welcome home!" Dean yelled after her as she slammed the door and walked up to the front porch.
John entered the living room, looking out the window behind the couch. He stopped in front of it. "Is Dean coming over tonight?"
Mary sat on the couch and turned around to look out the window behind her. "He didn't say anything about coming over," she said, closing her book.
John pointed. "Aint that his car parked across the street?"
Mary stood up to join her husband. It was definitely Dean's car, and thanks to the bright street light above, they could see it definitely was Dean driving. They continued to watch as a girl got out of the car and walked towards the house and Dean sped off.
"Son of a bitch," John said, "is that Jo?"
"When did she get back?" Mary asked.
"Don't ask me!" John quipped. "Did Ellen say anything to you?"
"No, I haven't run into her in weeks," Mary admitted. "Weird that she didn't come by to let us know."
"Should we tell Sam?" John asked. "Bet he'd be glad his friend is back."
"Hmm I want to hear from Dean and make sure nothing is happening there first."
John was shocked. "You think Dean and Jo-" Mary gave him a look. John regained his composure. "I suppose it is Dean after all."
"I always want to believe in the best of our boys," Mary said. "However, I just think it's weird that none of us knew and suddenly he's giving her a ride home."
All John could do was nod. "Agreed."
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