HEYO! I'm back! Or am I? Duh, duh, duh! So *Claps hands together* The author is having a mental breakdown writing this story or a midlife crisis, whichever one I feel like at the time. So to confirm, this is a Dean/Jo fic, okay! It is not Sam/Jo no matter what happens, remember that. Remember that during the troubling times ahead mine dear fans. And tread lightly for their is danger ahead. So I will give you some words of wisdom to carry you on, my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are- Dammit! Anyway, back to the words;

Fly you fools.

Dean Winchester sat beside the hospital bed, his hands clasped as if praying. His fanfiction green eyes held the weight of the world in their glistening tears. His body trembled.

The bleached hospice beds to both his sides were occupied. Upon one was a man with raven-black hair. Beneath his eyelids darted piercing blue eyes that had an effect of capturing people's attention and holding it.

The bed with which rested Dean's arms was a woman; her golden, honey-blonde hair was swept over the right shoulder in the loosest of braids. Her breathe was even, rising and falling in the most hypnotic of ways. Her eyelids seemed to pulse with movement every time those mellow, doe-like brown eyes darted around.

Dean reached out his hand to Joanna, watching as it shook with barely controlled rage. He finally clasped it around one of Jo's hands, squeezing her fingers gently.

"Come back," He whispered, the small begging sentence sounding like a question within itself. "Please, I need you here Jo. I need you." Dean gently traced the bandage on Jo's arm, the one that hid her scarred Mark. His own pulsed lightly, willing him to exact pain and conflict.

Footsteps; coming Dean's way but these he knew. Looking up, he watched as young Sam Winchester walked in. His little brother had grown so much and had been tortured again and again by the horrors of the world; Dean sometimes wondered what kept him going.

"Any news?" Dean croaked, gladly taking the coffee cup that was given. He sipped at its warm and comforting contents, clearing his throat before looking back at Sam expectantly. His brother gave a hopeless shrug, pulling up the chair beside Castiel's bed and taking it.

"From what I heard, the Gates of Hell have been slowly closing over the last week," Sam drank his own coffee, wincing when the sharp heat hit his throat. He continued, "All the lower grade demons are being sucked back down below. The powerful ones feel the pull but are ignoring it for now."

Sam looked back over his shoulder at Cass, casting a checking glance at his monitor. Satisfied he turned back for Dean's verdict. He then noticed the two clasped hands. Smiling to himself, Sam hid it in his cup with another sure drink.

"Okay so," Dean looked around, breathing deeply. This all seemed new to him, after spending so long as a demon, as a monster, the real world was glaringly new and dangerous. "The Gates of Hell are slamming shut by yours truly." He nodded first at Jo then at Sam to prove his point.

"The demons are getting sucked up one-by-one, I still have the Mark," Staring at the blemish on his forearm, Dean droned on, "Cass and Jo are both in some weird, magic coma and," Dean turned his stare to Sam, an eyebrow raised, "You and Jo have some strange mind-link, courtesy of the trials you both shared."

Dean gestured to Jo just as she shuddered in her sleep. Looking back to his brother, he noticed Sam flinch as if he'd just seen a horrendous monster.

"Is she okay?" Dean asked quietly as Sam blinked rapidly, pushing back the rising headache.

"Having a nightmare," The younger Winchester replied just as calmly, "Not a very nice one." He shrugged, once again checking Castiel for any changes. He turned back to Dean then froze, slowly spinning in his chair to stare at the Angel.

Cass's heartbeat sped up, his breathe quickened and with a mighty gasp, he sat straight up.

"Castiel," Sam stood up, taking the one step to Cass's bed. Dean made to stand up but as if sensing this in her dream-state, Joanna tightened her hold on his hand so he re-claimed his seat.

"Welcome to the living, Cass," Dean raised an eyebrow as Castiel suddenly began to cough violently. Some fleck of red landed into the palm of the Angel's hand and he quickly hid it from the eyes of the brothers. Sam glanced at Dean with concern and his older brother shared the look.

"Where am I?" Castiel's deep voice grated through the room and he began another bought of whooping coughs. Sam politely waited before answering, "In the hospital, you fainted on us."

Cass looked around as if just noticing his surroundings, "How long have I been out?"

"A week," Dean spoke up, almost smiling at the look on Cass's face at this news. Then Castiel noticed the other patient in the room. "Is she okay?" He gestured to Jo and Dean slowly looked round at her, going silent in that moment.

"She's been out since you magicked her unconscious," Dean finally replied, idly fiddling with the id bracelet around Joanna's wrist. Sam watched his brother and that pained look upon his face, feeling that same pain achingly. He stared for a moment then turned back to Cass.

"What happened to you anyway?" His eyes narrowed questioningly while Castiel's eyebrows marred. The Angel swung his feet over the edge of the hospital bed, grimacing and wrapping an arm around his stomach, all the while coughing like a dying man.

"My-my stolen Grace is fading," He looked away from the brothers as if ashamed, pursing his lips, "Every time I use it, I get closer to burning up." He frowned, looking back to the brothers as if seeking guidance.

"So, you're dying?" Sam gave him an incredulous look as Dean muttered, "Great," Rolling his eyes and turning back to check on Jo. The huntress was no longer moving about in her sleep except for that constant hypnotic rise and fall of her chest.

"Dean I-" Cass looked away once again, abashed, "I'm sorry for what happened to Joanna."

"You and me both," Dean whispered in return, squeezing Jo's hand and feeling relief when she squeezed back in her unconscious state.

"She's responsive," Castiel noted, watching the gesture intently. "Yeah," Sam replied for Dean, "She's been like that for the past couple of days. The doctors say she's getting worse though." His voice trailed off uncertainly.

Looking at the Winchester's identical faces etched with pain, Castiel stumbled to his feet, shrugging off another bought of coughing.

"Dean, I can try and heal her," The Angel offered. Sam and Dean looked first at each other before the elder replied. "No Cass, it'll kill you."

Castiel looked away, pained, but he soon turned back, "I can try and fix the damage done to her soul. It may use up my remaining Grace and kill me," He half-heartedly shrugged, "But it's the least I can do."

Ignoring the boys startled looks, Castiel reached around Dean and pressed his fore and middle fingers to Jo's forehead. He concentrated, the blood rushing away from his face, swaying on the spot.

He pulled away, stumbling back against his bed, exhausted. Sam looked at him with some concern but Dean's fanfiction green gaze was only for Jo. The huntress remained unmoving, only breathing and Dean heaved a great sigh.

He looked at Cass and went to speak when Sam's own green eyes widened greatly. Dean whirled back to find Jo's brown eyes open and the huntress in question sitting up.

"Jo?" Dean let out a tiny laugh of joy, joining Sam's own miraculous laughter just as Castiel fainted back onto his bed. Dean glanced at him and sighed.

"Typical."

We're going on an adventure guys! I already have 12 chapters, including this one, written so yay! :D ^_^ And for what's ahead; I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.