Helloooo, here is the last installment to my Dean/Jo three shot, thank you so much for reading my stuff, I hope you like it. :D

When Dean opened his eyes and saw darkness the first thing that came to mind was not that he was in danger nor that he was buried alive. His mind went straight to Jo. All he could think about was that now that he's no longer in Hell he can feel her again, touch her again, see her again.

But then his gut twisted and he almost vomited as he walked down the empty road after digging himself out of the ground. What he'd done down in the pit... he wasn't worthy of her anymore. He hadn't been worthy of her before and now? He couldn't even bare to think about what she would think of him if she knew.

But that's what his problem was. He knew that she didn't deserve him but he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep himself away, not after being without her for so long.

He was sitting with Sam and Bobby after a heated discussion about how he didn't believe for one second that God actually cared about him at all, let alone enough to drag him outta hell. They sat around for a few minutes in complete silence and Dean took a swig from the bottle of Jack that was sitting on Bobby's desk.

He swallowed and cleared his throat. Bobby and Sam looked at him.

"How is she?" he croaked out.

Sam shrugged, "As you know, I've kinda been off the grid."

Dean glared at him a little and then turned to Bobby, "She's not in a good way, then again, none of us really were after you got ripped apart."

"But she's okay though, right?"

"Physically she's fine for the most part. For a little while she had stopped eating and was losing too much weight but we got through to her and she fixed herself up, but Dean… she's gotten very closed off. Doesn't talk to anyone not even her mom."

Dean rubbed his face with his hand while he leaned his forearms on his thighs the proceeded to sigh loudly.

"Christ.." Dean huffed out and then stood abruptly, "Come on, let's go."

"Where?" Bobby and Sam asked at the same time.

"What do you mean, 'where'?" Dean asked, "We're goin to the Roadhouse, I need to see Jo and she sure as hell needs to see me."

"Dean it's almost midnight…" Sam tried to reason.

"Sammy I don't give a fuck what time it is, I'm driving there, and it would be nice if the two of you would come along and help me convince them that I'm real."

They drove to Roadhouse from Pontiac, Illinois. Dean drove really fast and it took six hours. When they pulled up the Roadhouse Bobby was asleep in the backseat of the Impala and Sam was drooling on the passenger door window.

Dean shoved Sam whose face squished against the glass and yelled at Bobby to wake up. Bobby then proceeded to jump and hit his head on the roof of the car. Dean got out and didn't see the glares he was receiving from the two other men.

He strode into the Roadhouse to find it surprisingly empty. Then he realized that the sign on the front said closed for all customers. That coupled with the fact that everyone thought he was dead would be the reason Ellen Harvelle currently had a sawed off shotgun pointed at his balls.

"Hiya Ellen," Dean said sheepishly.

"Whatever you are, how dare you enter this bar lookin like him." Ellen said venomously.

Dean swallowed and Sam and Bobby entered the bar before he could say anything else.

"It's him Ellen," Bobby said walking forward but stopping when she pointed the gun at him, he continued, "I wouldn't lie about this, you know that."

Ellen hesitantly lowered the gun and kept her eyes locked with Bobby's. There was still question in her eyes.

"It's me." Dean said gruffly.

Ellen's face went from hard and angry to emotional and happy in a few seconds. She dropped the gun to the floor and ran over to him and Dean wrapped his arms around her.

"Thank heavens," Ellen whispered, "We've missed you so much boy," she said pulling back and looking at his face, "I lost a son that day you know."

Dean offered her a watery smile and nodded, "I know."

Ellen squeezed him again and backed up while taking a deep breath. Dean bit his lip and looked at her with nervous eyes.

"Where is she?"

Ellen's head whipped up to his face from where she had been looking at the ground.

"She's upstairs." Dean started walking towards the back stairs but Ellen stopped him, "I'll go get her. Just seein you without any explanation will not be good for any of us."

Dean nodded and Ellen walked up the stairs.

Ellen knocked on Jo's bedroom door and a quiet 'come in' was heard from inside. She opened the door and stepped inside. Jo was sitting on her bed throwing knives at the dart board on the opposite wall. She was wearing a pair of cut off shorts that were hidden underneath one of Dean's flannels. She looked sad but she was getting better. She gained all of her weight back and had started exercising as an outlet. It also helped her stay in shape for hunts.

"Mom?" Jo asked when she saw that Ellen was standing in the doorway biting her lip. "What's wrong?"

Ellen sat on the edge of her bed and took Jo's hand. "Nothing's wrong, it's the opposite of wrong actually. Probably the best thing that's happened to us in a long while."

Jo raised an eyebrow, "What? Ash finally hook up the phone lines correctly?"

Ellen smiled, happy that Jo's sense of humor was coming back. She shook her head, "No that's not it."

"Well? Spit it out." Jo huffed.

"Listen to me clearly now, Joanna Beth, what I'm about to say to you is the absolute, one hundred percent truth. I would never lie to you about this. Ever."

"Yeah. Okay…" Jo said slowly.

"Bobby and Sam walked in a few minutes ago and they brought someone with them."

"If it's Roy tell him to go fuck himself."

Ellen laughed, and shook her head. Jo always did have a mouth on her. "No honey it isn't Roy, its Dean."

Jo coughed because the air she had been breathing in got stuck in her throat. "Excuse me what did you just say?"

"It's him Joanna Beth, it is, it really is. He's downstairs, he came to see you. He's waiting for you."

"How the fuck is he here?" she asked standing and walking over to the window.

"Well I didn't get the details, I hugged him like the son he is to me and then he immediately asked where you were. He needs you honey, I can see it in his eyes. Whatever happened to him down stairs…it wasn't good."

Jo turned around to look at Ellen, her eyes were brimmed with water but the tears hadn't spilled over yet, "Mom are you sure—"

"I wouldn't tell you this otherwise." Ellen confirmed and then Jo was out the door and running down the stairs.

She slammed into the bar and stopped bluntly when she saw him. Dean had his back turned to her, with his hands in his pockets and his hip against the bar. He was talking with Bobby and Sam. Bobby and Sam saw her and their words ceased.

Dean turned around slowly and locked eyes with her. She started crying, her hands were gripping the bar so hard that there were half-moon shapes in the wood from her fingernails. Dean took his hands out of his pockets and swallowed. He started crying.

"Jo" he whispered.

She ran at him full speed and he caught her in his arms and they sank to the floor on their knees. Jo was ran her fingers all over his face and ears and hair and shoulders.

"Are you real?" she asked, her whiskey colored eyes were wide and sad.

"I'm real," Dean whispered pulling her to him. She buried her face in his neck and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, putting on of is hands into her hair. "I'm real I promise, I'm back and I'm never leaving you again." He whispered into her hair.

Jo squeezed his shoulders and cried into him and then ran her fingers through his hair and looked up into his eyes. His tear stained cheeks matched her. He smiled.

That was all it took. His smile, his honest to god real smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle and his cheeks dimple and shone almost as bright as Sam's happy go lucky grin, is what it took to make her smile like that in return.

Ellen and Bobby and Sam hadn't seen Jo smile like that since Dean was alive.

She smiled widely up at him, and her dimples popped into her cheeks and she laughed. It sounded like a bell and it echoed throughout the roadhouse. "You're alive." She said as she laughed, "Oh my god you're alive."

"I'm alive." Dean said laughing in return and he pulled her in for a kiss. They were still kneeling on the floor and he pulled her to him and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He stood and placed her on the bar. He stood between her legs as she gripped his hair with a ferocity that Ellen had thought left her daughter for good. Dean held her face in his hands tightly and they kissed with all of the emotion that was bottled up inside of them.

After a few minutes Sam cleared his throat. Dean broke the kiss to throw his head back and laugh.

"And to think I thought I wouldn't miss hearin' Sammy do that."

Sam couldn't help but grin.

Dean looked back at Jo, right into her eyes, and said, "You know what I thought of when I woke up in that pine box?"

Jo raised an eyebrow.

"I thought about Sammy and Bobby and Ellen of course but I also thought about how I had a wife to get back to." Dean said with a grin.

Jo's face split in half with another wide smile and looked at everyone, "I'm not a widow anymore…I'm married. You're my husband." She said turning to Dean, "You're my husband…" she repeated and then she squealed and kissed him again.

For the next month they all stayed at the Roadhouse and lived as normally as hunters could. Sam and Dean went on hunts in the area and sometimes Jo went with them, they weren't in the bar very much.

They met Castiel and the angels and none of them were very fond of any of those winged asshats accept for Cas. Cas started becoming part of their little family and the other angels grew to hate the Winchesters more and more.

Dean refused to talk about hell with anyone. At some point they realized that he was lying about not remembering anything and that he was keeping everything bottled up inside. Then Dean broke and told Sam at the end of a hunt.

"Sammy, Jo can't know about this. She can't…if she does then she won't want to be with me, what I did….Sammy it's unforgivable."

"Dean listen to me," Sam said taking Dean's shoulder and turning his brother towards him, "Jo will always love you no matter what. If you don't tell her then she can't help you, Dean. I see the pain in her face when she sees you take a long swig of whiskey after you wake up or how she looks at you sadly the morning after you have nightmares. She's hurting because you're hurting and you're not letting her in."

Dean looked up at his brother and smiled sadly, "You're right." He whispered, "But I don't know if I can tell her, it was hard telling you, just saying it out loud is like reliving it Sammy…"

"She'll be there with you Dean, you can do it because she'll be right there with you."

A day or two later when Bobby and Ellen had gone out to dinner, (they were totally dating even though they wouldn't admit it) and Sam went on an easy salt and burn Dean decided to tell Jo about hell.

Jo was folding clothes in her room that they had been sharing since he got back. He walked in and leaned on the doorway.

"What's up?" she asked. The smile on her face was so stunning and genuine that it shocked him a little. He'd never get tired of seeing her and she would never get tired of seeing him.

"Can we talk?" he asked walking over to her and taking her hands. He sat them on the bed.

"About what?"

"Hell."

Jo choked on her saliva a little and then looked up at him with wide surprised eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah I am." He said nodding, "I need to tell you, it's weighing on me like a ton of bricks."

"Okay, when you're ready." Jo said crossing her legs and facing him as she squeezed his hands. He smiled a little at her.

"What I'm about to tell you is…intense. You're not ready to hear it and you never will be. I'm going to try my best to explain and I don't want you to….to pretend to be okay with it, with me, afterwards. If you're disgusted please don't spare my feelings because it hurts enough to tell you about it but I want you to know because it's killing me that you're in the dark and can't help me."

Jo looked up at him in confusion, "Dean nothing you say is going to make me disgusted with you. Nothing." She grabbed his chin and turned his downcast eyes towards hers, "Look at me, I love you and even if I'm not ready to hear whatever you have to say, it's not going to change how much I love you, okay?"

Dean nodded, he looked like a sad child.

"Alright I'm just gonna tell you what I told Sammy…" Dean said and took a deep breath, "Up here, to you guys, I was dead for four months but down there…I was in hell for fourty years. I dunno what it is, but the time, it's different." He could already see Jo reacting. He could already see the sadness in her eyes.

"While I was, uhh, down there I was on this rack, held up by these giant iron hooks that were dug deep into my skin, and they uhh, He, Alistair, tortured me. He would cut me up piece by piece until there was nothing left."

Jo's breath hitched and a tear spilled over and slid down her cheek. Dean squeezed her hand and looked back down at his lap. He couldn't look at her while he said this.

"At the end of every day, every single one, Alistair would ask me if I wanted to get off the rack, stop the torture, and instead torture others myself and every time I told him to stick it where the sun shines. I did that for thirty years, I told him to fuck off for thirty years…but then I couldn't do it anymore Jo, I just couldn't…I couldn't handle it." Dean's voice broke on the last sentence and he took one hand away from Jo's to wipe his eyes.

Jo scooted closer and took Dean's face in her hands, "it's okay Dean it's okay."

"But it's not okay Jo!" he said taking her hands away and looking her in the eyes as he sobbed, "For my last ten years in hell I tortured souls, every second of every day. The things that I did to them…Jo I can't even think about it. I'll never be able to forgive myself or look at myself in the mirror. I've become what we hunt." Dean's shoulders had started shaking half way through and his breath kept getting caught in his throat.

Jo pulled him to her and rested his head on her chest and wrapped her arms around him as he cried into her. "Shhhh, shhhh," she whispered as she ran her hand up and down his back in soothing circular motions. "I'm sure Sam told you this but it's not your fault Dean. None of it is your fault. You're human, you're not going to hold out when someone tortures you for so long, not even if you want to. And you're not anything compared to what we hunt. You save lives, everything about you is the opposite of a monster. You're still the man I love, the husband and friend and lover that I love and nothing is going to change that."

Dean fell asleep in Jo's arms and she dozed off not long after that.

-x-

Sam killed Lilith and set Lucifer free and now they had an apocalypse on their hands. Dean and Jo tried to make the best of it. It was hard being in love when you're both hunting because you're both in danger. It made things really difficult, not to mention that their family was now closer than it had ever been.

The day they went to Carthage was the worst day of Dean's life and the best day at the same time.

Jo took a Hell Hound for him. Dean's least favorite thing were probably hell hounds because they dragged his sorry ass down to hell after tearing him apart. She jumped right in front of him after he tripped and the son of a bitch had her before he knew it. Dean was up and screaming at the top of his lungs in seconds. He watched the sucker rip his wife in half, he killed it and then picked her up in his arms and sprinted into the nearest hardware store.

At this point in time Cas was unfortunately being held captive by Satan and couldn't heal her.

Dean was panicking. Ellen and Sam were as well but Dean was hysterical. When he was talking to Bobby over the walkie-talkie he couldn't keep his voice from cracking because Jo was sitting on the floor with her insides being held in by an ace bandage.

But Cas made it. He got out in time.

Dean was crouched in front of Jo as she held the trigger to their handmade explosives and he kissed the top of her forehead and then pulled back to look in her eyes before he kissed her on the lips.

"I'll see you soon." He told her.

"Let's make it later." She replied and then they heard a ruffling of wings and turned around to see Cas sprinting towards them.

"Joanna!" the angel shouted. They had become good friend, "Oh Joanna." He kneeled in front of her and touched her forehead. Dean had stood and was now watching the two interact with anxious eyes. Sam and Ellen had the same facial expressions behind him.

Dean watched as Jo's skin sewed itself back together and the color slowly came back into her cheeks. She wasn't going to die.

Dean whipped Cas around and pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

"I don't know what I'd do without you Cas." Dean said into his friends shoulder, "You just saved my wife and I don't know how I'm ever going to pay you back man."

"You don't have to Dean. I may have saved your wife but I also saved a friend." Cas said and smiled at Jo who was being crushed in a double hug between Ellen and Sam.

Dean then pried her away from them and kissed her like he hadn't seen her in years.

When he pulled back he grinned, "Let's go kill the devil."

Unfortunately shooting the devil right in the head with the Colt didn't work, and word spread that the Winchester's had started the apocalypse.

Jo hung back when Dean and Sam went on a hunt and they just didn't come back. She was more nervous than she had ever been and Ellen was having a hard time trying to real her in.

"Hello?" Bobby answered the phone in a gruff voice.

"Bobby?" Jo asked nervously.

"Jo is everythin okay?"

"No everything is not okay! Dean and Sam have been gone on a hunt for a day and a half and I haven't heard from either of them at all since they left."

"Don't get yer britches in a twist Jo, they're probably fine." Bobby tried to assure her and then her phone beeped that let her know she was getting another call. She said goodbye to Bobby and answered.

"Jo? Baby you there?" she heard Dean say before she could say anything.

"Oh my god you're okay." Jo said in relief.

"We are now." She heard Sam grumble.

"What does that mean?"

"It means two hunters found us and shot us in our motel beds yesterday morning and we went to heaven. We actually died and went to heaven, but we're almost to the Roadhouse we'll explain everything then." Dean told her, "Love you."

"Love you too." Jo said and Dean hung up.

The bell chimed to let Jo know that someone had walked into the bar. She mentally groaned and rolled her eyes. Roy and Walt had just walked in and they were some of her least favorite people on the planet, right after Hitler and Satan. All they did was constantly hit on her and take every denial as a 'I'm-playing-hard-to-get' type of thing when really it was a 'i-hate-you-both-fuck-off' kind of thing.

"What can I get you boys?" Ellen asked behind the bar.

"A chance with your daughter?" Roy asked and winked at Jo from where he was sitting at the bar. Walt laughed.

"Not in a million years." Ellen said handing him the beers and walking away.

"Hey Jo, c'mere a minute will yah?" Walt asked waving her over and Jo sighed and sauntered over to them.

"What do you want."

"Other than to get in your pants?" Roy asked.

"I swear to god Roy I will shoot your balls right off—" Walt interrupted her before she could finish speaking.

"I just wanted to ask a question about a certain rumor that's goin around."

"And this rumor is…?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"Rumor is you're hitched. People are sayin you tied the knot with some hunter." Roy told her and Jo smirked.

Roy and Walt were kind of new to this area and didn't know the Roadhouse or the regulars in it as well as they should want to. They didn't know that the Winchester's frequented the bar and every other hunter listening to their conversation decided to let them discover it on their own.

"It ain't a rumor if it's true." Jo said with a grin and held up her hand to show her engagement and wedding ring.

"Well I'll be damned." Walt said in surprise.

"Who is the lucky fucker? He stole our girl, Walt." Roy said grumpily.

"I was never either of yours and honestly I don't think it would be smart to hit on me with a husband like him."

"Yeah? We can handle em', come on Jo tell us who he is." Walt said smiling dirtily at her.

Someone put a large Bowe knife into the wooden bar and clicked a gun behind Walt's head, "It's me Walt. I'm her husband."

Roy and Walt turned in their seats and then simultaneously dropped their beers. Dean Winchester was standing there looking angry as all hell and pointing a gun at Walt's head. Sam had his gun on Roy with a similar question.

"If you so much as twitch I will shoot you in the throat." Sam growled.

"How—I don't understand—how are you—" Roy stuttered out.

"I told you I would come back and I told you I would be pissed." Dean's voice was an octave lower and full of malice, "And now I'm really pissed because not only did you kill me and my brother in our motel beds but you hit on my wife the day after you murdered us."

"It was them?!" Jo asked now enraged and before Sam or Dean could reply she ripped the knife from the bar and held it to Walt's throat, "You piece of horse shit, I can deal with your pathetic attempts at hitting on me but I will not tolerate you killing my family."

Dean sighed loudly, "Jo, come on baby, go share Roy with Sammy I got dibs on Walt."

"What?" Sam said, "No way man, I'm not sharing."

Jo rolled her eyes, "Pffftttt, no way. I'm getting a piece of one of them if not both of them, and don't you 'baby' me." She said glaring at Dean.

Dean looked offended and confused, "I thought you liked it when I called you baby?"

"But you said it condescendingly Dean." Sam explained.

"Thank you Sam." Jo said smiling at him.

"Hate to interrupt this family feud but can you not kill us?" Roy asked.

"No." the three of them said at the same time.

"All of you back away from them," Ellen said rolling her eyes as she walked into the bar from the back.

"Mom these are the asshats that killed Sam and Dean. Killed them."

Ellen raised an eyebrow and then turned to the Winchesters and Roy and Walt.

"You two died?" she asked and the boys nodded, "When?"

"Like yesterday morning…" Dean said with a shrug.

"And you two killed them?" Ellen asked turning to Roy and Walt but they didn't say anything and Ellen turned to Dean.

"Ellen I watched Walt shoot Sammy in the chest with a shotgun and then they shot me." Dean's voice was tight with anger.

"It was Walt's idea!" Roy blurted out.

Walt glared at him, "How was I supposed to know they were gonna come back?" he growled, "I had already shot Sam and you don't just shoot Sam and leave Dean alive to hunt you down."

"But we did come back," Sam said smiling sarcastically at them.

"And you two morons made it easy for me. I didn't have to hunt you down." Dean said with a grin and pulled the trigger on his gun back with a click.

"Dean…" Ellen said glaring at him.

"But Ellen—"

"Don't you but me boy." Ellen said shaking her head, "There won't be any killin' in my bar, and the three of you won't be killin anyone. These boys won't come back Dean, they don't have the privilege of coming back from the dead on a regular basis."

Dean sighed loudly and Sam and him sat at the bar pouting.

"I really thought she was gonna let us kill them for a second." Sam said grumpily.

"Yeah me too, this is fucking dumb." Dean complained. Ellen rolled her eyes and nodded at Jo.

Jo turned towards Roy and Walt who were standing there in shock.

"Leave or I'll cut your dicks off." She growled while holding Dean's Bowe knife. Dean grinned and they booked it to their car.

-x-

Jo's birthday was on Halloween and they decided to celebrate, it wasn't long before they actually took on the devil, and they weren't sure if any of them were gonna make it out alive. They had a party at the Roadhouse. Bobby came and so did Pastor Jim and Caleb, and Ash and Pamela.

Dean and Jo were attached at the hip the entire night. Currently Jo was sitting on the edge of a pool table and Dean was standing between her legs and their foreheads were touching and it was cute that Sam was probably going to puke.

"I still can't believe I'm married to you," Jo said with a smile, "I'm married to the Dean Winchester, who wudda thought."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Nobody thought you'd ever settle down, you were the untamable." She said with a giggle, "But I got you, I was lucky enough to get you."

"It's the other way around," Dean said leaning to down to kiss her quickly on the lips, "I was lucky enough to get you. Do you know that every single young hunter that is still out there is jealous of me because I have you?" he asked.

Jo scoffed.

"I'm serious, Jo. You're Jo Harvelle, they all know who you are. You work in this bar and you sway your hips in those tight jeans and smirk and wink and wear pink lipstick and kick ass and every one of them wants you but they can't have you because you're my wife." He said with a wide grin.

"Whatever you say De—" her sentence was cut short when her breath hitched. Dean had started kissing her neck. She could feel him smirking against her skin. She subconsciously moved her head to the side to grant him more access.

"What's that?" he mumbled against her neck.

"Deannnn," she whined quietly.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you." He said looking at her and before she could say anything he resumed kissing her neck.

"Dean we are in a public place and my mom is in this room I suggest you stop before your life is at stake."

"Fine." He pouted and lifted his head to look at her, "You're just so beautiful and I love you so much and man I cannot wait for birthday sex."

Jo smacked him in the shoulder, "It's not your birthday it's my birthday."

"Doesn't matter whose birthday it is Jo there's still going to be birthday sex."

"I guess you're right." She said with a grin.

"Let's sneak upstairs and lock the door, we've been down here long enough." Dean said gripping her thighs.

"How are we supposed to get by Ash and my mom? They've been eyeing us like hawks all night." Jo asked.

"I got this," Dean said with a smile and then turned around and made eye contact with Sam. He sent his younger brother a grin and a wink and Sam rolled his eyes but nodded. Sam then proceeded to get Ellen and Ash's attention long enough for Jo and Dean to run upstairs.

"How did Sam know what you meant?" Jo asked as Dean closed the door.

"Pffttt, that kid's been doing that for me and you for years." Dean said with a laugh, "Literally the best brother ever."

"I'll say," Jo hummed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Dean smiled into the kiss and unbuttoned her pants.

-x-

Sam said yes in Detroit but he couldn't take control fast enough and Bobby and Cas gave up. Dean couldn't believe it his family wouldn't go with him, but needed to be there for Sammy because he knew that he was still in there somewhere.

"I'm coming with you." Jo said walking over to him.

"No, you're not."

"Dean, Sam may be your brother but he's also my brother too. Maybe not by blood but he's been there for me all of my life, I don't remember not being his best friend, I can't just stay here while you go after him." She replied stubbornly.

"Jo if you get hurt I will never forgive myself."

"And you don't think I feel the same way?" she asked angrily, "Dean what if you don't come back? I won't be able to live with myself, I already lost you once I'm not doing it again."

Dean rubbed the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb, "Okay."

Dean and Jo rode into the cemetery, and they made an entrance. Dean got the shit beat out of him and Jo couldn't help but cry and yell for him to stop.

"Sam! Stop it! Sam I know you're in there! It's me Jo! Please Sam!"

Lucifer turned towards her, Dean was leaning against the impala all bloody, "Shut up whore." Lucifer growled and hit her across the face and sent her flying into a tree knocking her unconscious. Bobby and Cas and Ellen showed up. Ellen ran for Jo and Lucifer broke Bobby's neck and exploded Cas.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Dean yelled but he could barely move.

Lucifer punched him again, "I'm here Sammy, you're okay, everything's okay." Dean barely chocked out. Then he froze and slowly Dean saw Sam come back.

"It's okay Dean, I got him, it's okay."

Then he jumped into the pit.

God brought Cas back who healed Bobby and Dean and Jo. Jo ran to Dean who was still crouched on the ground. He was crying. She held him as he cried and Ellen leaned on Bobby's chest and cried and Cas rested a hand on Dean's shoulder.

Dean and Jo didn't stop hunting, but they built a house right next to Bobby's and Ellen moved the Roadhouse into Bobby's junk yard. Dean was sad a lot of the time for a while because he missed Sammy real bad, but thing got better as the year went on.

Jo got pregnant, it was a little boy. They named it Sam.

Okayyyyy that's the end. Gosh I am so bad at endings but I hope you liked it. I'll try my best to update my other fics, read and review please?

One Love. Liz.