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Summery: Dean finds Jo sitting in his motel room. She gives him a piece of her mind.

AN: I just couldn't resist, okay?

He nearly dies of a heart attack when he finds her sitting on his bed. He blinks, trying to decide if it was the booze or the knock on the head he'd gotten when he was thrown from the bar. Either way, he's scared and with good reason. Hell hath no fury like a pissed off Jo.

"Oh, crap," He grabs his head in attempts to get his head to stop buzzing.

"Damn right you're in trouble." She stands up from the bed, arms crossed. "Are you drunk again? Do you even know where Sam is?"

Dean blinks slowly. Sam is—he is—"Nope," He says aloud, plopping into a chair. "But he's a big boy. Think I got a concussion?" He rubs his head. "It hurts like a bitch,"

"Dean, knock it off."

Dean throws his head back and laughs. He laughs because it's just so hilarious. "I didn't do anything," He finally gasps. He stops laughing abruptly. Laughing makes his head hurt more.

"You've been drunk every waking hour. I died. Get over it, you big baby."

He picks at his ear—is that dried blood? He screws his face up. "Yes, ma'am," He slurs, giving her a limp salute. Mocking her.

She kicks his chair out from under him. "Don't be a pig. I want you sober from now on. You'll get Sam killed on the job."

He groans as he tumbles from his chair. "Okay," He agrees roughly, attempting to get to his feet. He can't quite figure out how far the ground is and he keeps stumbling into things. "No need to get your panties in such a twist, Jo,"

"Good," She tosses her hair haughtily, "Don't make me come back down here or I'll kick your ass ten ways to Sunday,"

When Sam actually ventures back in, Dean is lying on his back on the bed, ice pack over a large bump. "Is she gone?" Sam whispers, glancing around.

"Who?" Dean moans when Sam turns on the light, mumbling curses under his breath.

Sam arches his brow, "Jo," He says it cautiously, like she might decide to come back.

Dean peeks at him under his swelling eye and ice pack. "She ripped you a new one too?"

"Only like Jo can,"