"Come back to me?" He could feel her touch, he swears he can even hear her breathing, and yet, he feared this was just another dream. He would wake up, cold, alone and sweating, his heart twisted with guilt from her death. Something he still could not live with. How he missed her so. @alwaysahunter
No matter where she was in this life or the afterlife, she would always find her way to him. She would watch over him forever
Dean felt her touch, it was real. Too real. He opened his eyes and looked at her, eyes wide. She was there. His heart was in his chest. He blinked.
"Jo?"
“It’s really me, Deano.”
Her hand caressed his cheek, letting him get used to the feel of the warm weight of it against his skin.
“I missed you so much,” she said softly.
Her touch was like a slice of heaven and he felt the tears burn behind his eyes. There was so much guilt living within him. Guilt over what happened, her death, it was because of him. Sure, they could say that she made a sacrifice to save the world, but it was because of him. He had lost so much and now she was back. He put his hand over hers, pressing the palm of her hand to his cheek and a little smile drifted over his lips.
"I've missed you," he whispered, and normally he would never let his emotions show so easily, or speak of them but this wasn't a normal situation. He pressed his forehead to hers.
"But how?"
Jo shook her head. “I don’t know how I’m back or why. All I know is that I woke up a couple of miles away and just kept walking until I ended up here.” There were tears in her brown eyes, but not of sadness. She didn’t what she did to deserve this, but she had come back and he was the first person she saw after an hour of walking alone.
“Where is here, any way?”
Dean laughed, it wasn't his usual loud, cocky laugh, it was a quiet amused one. She was back, and like so many other hunters that have been brought back, she was in a daze. He softly wiped away her tears and then lay a kiss to her brow. He was still in shock that she was here. He had carried the guilt of her death so heavy in his chest, that not a day went by where he didn't wish things went differently.
"You're at the Sea Drift Motel, on route 29, just outside the state line of Nebraska, I think...I think Jack brought you back" he saw her confusion and realized she has no idea who Jack is. Taking her hand, her hand, he brought her into the motel unit and shut the door behind her.
"I have a lot to tell you. Jack, is the child of Lucifer, and he has a human mother. He's powerful, even...even more powerful than Chuck who by the way, is the creator of this big messy world of Supernatural,"
“You have completely lost me with all of that.” She shook her head and laughed. “So, you’re telling me Lucifer has a son and some guy named Chuck created our world and orchestrated everything that’s ever happened to us? Wait.” She held up a finger. “Are you talking about that Chuck guy who wrote all those books about you?” She was dumbfounded.
She had stopped walking to look Dean in the face. He was right about where she was staying. More than likely, he was staying there too.
They would both need a drink. He walked over to the mini bar, pulled out a bottle of gin and poured them each a drink. With his back turned to her, he slipped the flask of holy water, he carried in his jacket pocket, and poured some into her drink. He had to be sure, right. He stuck the flask back into his coat pocket, and carried the drinks back over to where she stood.
"Yes, the same Chuck. Apparently, although I still don't believe it myself, he is the long lost God that Cas was searching for, the one who was sending Michael and Lucifer after each other," Dean told her, although he still didn't believe that Chuck was God, or any kind of God. Why would God sit around, writing books. Dean handed her a glass, and then tapped his glass to hers.
"To the return" he spoke and took a sip of his gin, and he waited.
“No whiskey?” She arched a teasing eyebrow at him. Jo knew he would slip holy water or something into her drink. She didn’t have to see him do it to know he would. It was the smart Hunter move, and Dean was nothing if not smart.
She took the drink from him and took a sip without even flinching. She was no demon or other evil creature. She was 100% Jo.
“To the return,” she echoed as she took another sip of her drink. “I hope it’s a permanent one.” She didn’t want to get sent back to wherever she’d come from.
Dean carefully watched as she took a sip of the gun drink, mixed with holy water and he raised a brow when she didn't gag. A little smile touched his lips, and inwardly he sighed with relief, glad this was 100 percent Jo. He didnt know if he would have the heart to put her down even if she were a demon, of course he would do it. He tapped his drink to hers and swallowed it back. Taking her glass, he walked back to the bar and poured her a shot of whiskey. His gaze was on hers, breathing in all of her beauty and he felt drawn to her once again. He took a sip of his own drink.
"Tell me, what do you remember?" He wondered if she remembered dying, did she remember being sent back while he was on trail, did she remember heaven.