Note: I wrote this story shortly after Season Eight began. This will be 85 chapters and an Epilogue. Even thought it is already finished, I am doing one more proofread before publishing each chapter. I will try to do a few each day. Previously posted elsewhere. This is my first time posting on here, please review! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1

Jo woke up lying in an empty field. Luckily the moon was out, lighting the crisp fall night. She shook her head, trying to clear it. She tried groggily to remember how she got here. The last thing she remembered was sitting in Heaven with her mom, Bobby and Ash. They had been trying to figure out how to help Dean and Sam in their quest to find the all tablets for Kevin and thus close the Gates of Hell. She knew she was alive and back on Earth, but the details of getting there were fuzzy. She looked at herself as she sat up. She was wearing a white camisole, black fitted V-neck T-shirt, jeans, jean jacket and her cowboy boots. In the jacket pocket she found her dad's knife. In a strap on her calf but under her jeans she found a larger knife. At least she wasn't completely defenseless, she thought. Vaguely, she remembered someone in a trench coat telling her she needed to go to room 16 of the Red Coyote Motel. She didn't remember why yet, but she was going to go. He had said to head north once she hit the road.

She stood up and looked for the road and started walking. After twenty minutes of walking down the wooded road she finally saw building lights. No cars had passed her, which she was actually grateful for. As much as she would have liked a ride, she didn't know if she wanted to possibly get in a fight within hours of coming back to life. She didn't know if her fighting skills were rusty. The first building she came to was the one she was looking for, sitting next to a diner and convenience store. Her heart raced when she saw a black 1967 Impala parked in a far corner of the parking lot. Baby meant the Winchesters were here.

The last time she saw Dean face to face Osiris had tried to make her kill him. She felt awful about it, but Dean had tried to comfort her. How she wished she could have really touched him that night. As she walked through the parking lot to room 16 she tried to get her emotions in check, calm down the butterflies. She was going to act like they were just friends. She wasn't going to let him talk her into a one-night stand. If it was with Dean, she needed it to be all or nothing. She was fine if he went on thinking it was just a crush forever, then she would never have to admit how deep her feelings for him really were.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She expected to hear whispering or conversation between Dean and Sam, but she only heard silence. She assumed whoever was in the room must not be the Winchesters. She took a step backwards, preparing to run, nervous for completely different reasons now. She heard the door being unlocked in what sounded like a hurry. The door was thrown open and out rushed Dean, his eyes wide with disbelieve.

"Jo," he whispered.

He pulled her across a line of salt at the doorway and into the room, closing the door behind them. He splashed holy water, then cleaning solution on her hand, then pricked her thumb with a silver knife. His face lit up like a kid at Christmas.

"It's really you," he said gruffly. He pulled her to him, his arms wrapped around her.

"Jo, Jo, Jo, you're alive, you're here," he kept saying over and over, rocking her slightly. She tentatively put her arms around him, but not as tightly as he was holding her.

"It is really me," she said as she tried to laugh; her attempt at being casual.

She thought she felt something brush her hair, but thought it was just wishful thinking. She tilted her head up to look at him at the same time that he had tilted his towards her. Their eyes locked. Inside her chest her newly revived heart was having a hard time beating. The look in his eyes was tender, passionate and protective all at the same time. His eyes flickered to her lips, then back to her eyes. Dean lifted a hand to Jo's check, caressing it with the back of his hand then sliding his hand into her hair. He leaned down, placing his warm lips on hers. She thought her knees would buckle as he kissed her. Slowly, timidly at first, his lips parted hers. She felt the warmth of his breath and hands as he kissed her. She was so caught off guard she was kissing him back before she could stop herself. As the kiss intensified she felt his other hand slide under her shirt and up her back.

They stepped further into the room as they kissed. After a few steps, they stopped and Dean slid his hand out of her hair and onto her shoulder. He slid her jacket down her arm sensually. She wasn't sure she could handle him sliding off the other arm so she removed the jacket the rest of the way herself, dropping it on the table. He slid his hand back up her arm and to the back of her neck. She was so focused on where his hands where that she didn't notice where her own were until she felt the silkiness of his hair running through her fingers. Dean's mouth moved down to her jaw, then her neck. She felt his teeth graze her collarbone when she heard something drop outside the door and Sam's voice outside say something muffled in a frustrated tone.

She pushed Dean away from her and jumped back as Sam entered the room. He had not yet seen her because he was holding a broken grocery bag as well as a take out bag. He was also looking down. He was using the doorframe to try to wipe something off his shoe.

"Sorry, Dean, " Sam said, "The bag broke and your pie fell out. I accidentally stepped in it."

Dean stood slightly out of breath looking at Jo. Without taking his eyes off of her, he answered Sam. "I'll just have to deal with the disappointment. I think I can go without pie tonight."

Jo chose to ignore the double meaning. Sam looked up and finally noticed her.

"Jo!" he exclaimed. He walked to the table and set everything down. He went to hug her and hesitated.

"I checked, she's good," Dean said with a twinkle in his eye. Sam leaned down and hugged her quickly. Dean sat down on one of the beds and pulled a pillow onto his lap, much to Jo's amusement, as Sam started to question her.

"When did you, um, get back?"

Jo sighed and sat on the other end of bed. "Maybe an hour ago. I woke up in the field just outside of town."

Sam handed Dean a take out container. "Are you hungry, Jo? I didn't know you would be here, but we could share," Sam said apologetically.

Jo didn't know what was more mouth watering just then-the smell of Dean's bacon cheeseburger or the way Dean was looking at her when Sam couldn't see. Before she could even answer, Dean tore his burger in half and handed one half to her.

"I think you might enjoy that more than Sam's salad," he teased.

"Thanks," she said, trying not to let their fingers touch as she took it from him.

She had to get herself under control. No matter how much she wanted it to, the kissing could not be repeated. She had a job to do and couldn't do it with a broken heart. A broken heart that she was sure she would have the morning after a night with Dean. She didn't want to be just another notch on the bedpost or just a way to pass the time.

"How did you get back?" asked Sam.

She took a bite of the hamburger to give herself time to try to remember. She swallowed and replied, "It is kind of fuzzy at the moment. Just a few bits and pieces. Some dark haired guy in a trench coat and a shorter dark haired woman."

She saw Dean stiffen slightly. "Sorry, I can't remember their faces or names right now. They told me you guys need me. That's all I can remember right now," she said with a shrug.

As soon as she said it, she knew it was a lie. The man hadn't said they needed her- he had said Dean needed her. That was why she had been willing to come back to Earth, to the pain and suffering and violence. To defy her mother and come back. Dean needed her.