Hey. Hey look! It's *Drum Roll* Another kinda saddish fanfiction... -_- But I hope you likey :) R & R.
"Who's there?" Joanna Beth Harvelle called out softly, glancing around. The shotgun in her hands was cocked and ready to fire as she stared into the dark.
"No-one." Came the reply, whispered softly from behind her against the shell of her ear. Jo whirled around, lifting the shotgun to fire but the person was gone.
"Someone." The voice came again and a breath of air rustled Jo's blonde hair away from her neck. Jo spun around again but was met with an empty silence. She nearly stamped her foot to the ground in annoyance.
"Your worst nightmare." That voice, behind her once more and this time Jo turned before they even finished talking, shotgun raised. But they were gone. Vanished like the wind. And Jo closed her eyes, knuckles turning white against the metal of the shotgun. Her brown eyes fluttered open and they stared numbly into the blinding dark.
"Dean?" Jo's voice trembled softly and her whole body shook slightly.
"Closer." A body pressed against Jo's back and she could feel their breathing; slow and steady. Through it there was the measured and mesmerising beat of a heart. A hand reached around Jo and wrapped around the shotgun, fingers brushing hers tantalizingly. Jo closed her eyes and breathed in shakily before wrenching the shotgun away from the hold. She stepped forward and spun, blonde hair flying in a ray of light. She levelled the shotgun and the barrel came to a stop before the man's face. Jo's heartbeat sped up and her breath quickened as she took in the man before her.
He was taller than her; not by much, but still taller. His brown hair was short and spiked roughly, obviously from hands being run through it. He was bowlegged and stood with the air of someone who knew that he was going to win the coming fight, who knew that he was special. And his eyes; they were fanfiction green and sparkled in the dying dark while the smile curving his lips never once reached their depths.
"Dean…" Jo whispered, the tip of the shotgun slowly wavering in her grasp. Dean's smile grew and he tipped his head in acknowledgement.
"Joanna." His voice was deep and dark, holding an edge of harshness that cut at Jo.
"What are you doing here?" Jo hardened her voice, letting the shotgun fall to her side as she glanced away from those hypnotic eyes. Dean smirked as he began to circle Jo, breathing in the scent of her perfume when he walked behind her. He pulled a knife from the belt of his jeans; its edge was smooth at the tip but turned into jagged serrations halfway along and the handle made of wood. By the light of the moon strange letters could be seen etched into the blade.
"Looking for you." Dean leaned in and breathed against Jo's hair, curling his free hand amongst the locks before letting go and circling back to her front. He smirked again and began to tap the blade of the knife against the palm of his hand. Jo watched the motion as the edge caught Dean's skin and tore it, letting blood loose. She started; stopping as a faint orange light also seeped from the wound. Brown eyes wide in horror, Jo looked back up to piercing green eyes just as they turned black.
Jo stumbled back, lifting the shotgun, barrel aimed for Dean's face. He chuckled softly, his black eyes watching her intently.
"Who are you? What have you done with Dean?" Jo's finger tightened slightly on the trigger but she refrained from shooting. Dean laughed genuinely, his head rolling back on his shoulders before he looked at Jo, his face serious again.
"Honey, I am Dean." He stepped forward, batting the barrel of the shotgun from his face and pressing his lips to Jo's ear.
"Your precious Dean." His voice was lilting and teasing as he laughed softly against Jo's neck, brushing the hair from her shoulder.
"You're not him." Jo shoved Dean back, swinging the shotgun back up and making to fire. The butt recoiled into her shoulder as rock salt burst everywhere. Dean dodged to the side and the particles went flying past him, scattering into the night air.
"Careful Jo. You wouldn't want to harm this hot thing." Dean tutted disapprovingly as he stood up straight, dusting an invisible piece of lint from the shoulder of his leather jacket. Dean looked back up, the knife resuming its tapping against his palm.
"I mean, you've always had a crush on me." Dean raised an eyebrow above black eyes and smirked, relishing in the quiet Jo sent back his way.
"Little school-girl Jo. Always the little sister, always the second option." Dean taunted, his eyes flicking down Jo's body then back up to her brown eyes. He motioned at her with the knife and laughed mockingly.
"You'll never be perfect." Dean jeered and Jo's eyes flickered away, her jaw set.
"Not like you, huh Dean? Always letting Sam down." Jo muttered back, watching as Dean's black eyes glanced away. Jo took a step forward.
"Not that you care anymore. Now that you have no soul." Jo goaded, hoping to reach Dean past the demon. Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair, spiking it even more.
"You still don't get it. I am Dean. This-" Dean spread his arms wide, displaying all that he had.
"-Is me. Ask dearest Sammy yourself." He dropped his arms and whirled away, shoulders stooped slightly.
"There's nothing anyone can do to change that." Looking back over his shoulder Dean smirked, his gaze downcast. Jo watched him intently and she frowned.
"Dean…?" Jo asked once again, this time with familiarity in her voice; albeit uncertain and hesitant. Dean turned around fully and this time his smirk was sad.
"Hey Jo." He whispered softly. Jo bit her lower lip, eyes filled now with sorrow. Dean's black eyes flickered and slowly faded back to his natural-born fanfiction green.
"Dean." Jo lowered the shotgun, rushing forward to hug Dean before he put his hand up to stop her.
"Nothing good will come from it Jo." He whispered sadly, smiling forlornly. He lowered his hand, gazing at the cut on it which at such had stopped bleeding; both blood and orange light. Jo looked at the dried trail of blood on Dean's palm as well, as he brushed it with his thumb.
"Dean if this is truly you." Jo looked back up to Dean's eyes, taking in the different shades of green that came to complete the beauty.
"Then I'll accept that." Jo took another step forward, ignoring that Dean stepped back. She followed him and he kept his gaze to the ground.
"You'll regret it." Dean whispered, looking back up at Jo through his long lashes, eyes as black as sin. He smirked harshly at her before he vanished into thin air, leaving Joanna Beth Harvelle to the suffocating dark.
Well I hope you liked Demon!Dean (I really don't understand why people put a ! between two words to describe someone... Like why can't someone just say 'Demon Dean'... Honestly... Oh well...) I hope you liked this and please review.. Oh yeah and if you happen to wonder why Jo is alive (I wonder it too...) lets just say that somehow she's alive again... Hey maybe when (SPOILERS! (Not that you didn't just read a HUGE spoiler...)) Crowley stopped Gavin from dying it created Paradox-y stuff and Jo came back to life... (But she never contacted Sam and Dean during that time... Or something...) Anywho, again, hope you liked :)