In Which Dean Tries Not to Get His Head Blown Off

[jstliketherifle]

He hadn't been alone since he had gotten back from the Pit, and to be perfectly honest, he hadn't really wanted to be. He had wanted as many people around as possible, because he knew that if there was the possibility that this was some kind of trick, and Alastair was just doing this to get his hopes up before dragging him back down again, back to

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[ironknifehunter]

Jo paused when she heard the Impala. Sam was visiting again? That was strange. He didn't really come to the Roadhouse anymore. She guessed he was busy with other things. Demon armies and all that. But when she looked up and saw Dean, who was supposed to be dead, she got angry real fast.

She grabbed the shotgun from behind the bar and leveled it at the imposter's head. "Alright, get out before I send you back to the hell hole you crawled out of."

[jstliketherifle]

Dean raised his hands slowly, giving her the best sheepish look he could manage before speaking, trying to figure out the best way to say this without getting himself shot. It wasn't exactly easy. He knew from experience that Jo could pull the trigger for the smallest reasons, and he really didn't feel like being shot today.

"Easy, Harvelle. It's me. I'm human, I promise."

[ironknifehunter]

"You're dead." She said firmly. Sam would have told her if Dean had come back from the dead. Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if he rented a sky writer for it. But no one came back from the dead.

[jstliketherifle]

"I know," Dean said with a sigh. God, he was screwing this up. He was screwing this up big time, but he didn't know how else to do it. "I know, but give me whatever test you want -- I'm human, Jo. I swear."

[ironknifehunter]

Eyes narrowed, Jo kept the shotgun leveled on him and grabbed one of the trick beers from under the bar. She tossed it at his feet, where it shattered. The beer and holy water mix rolled over the floor and his feet, and she waited for the sizzling and smoking that signaled he was demonic.

[jstliketherifle]

Dean waited as well, watching the liquid as it flowed past his feet. When he didn't start smoking, he looked up at her, a small smirk crossing his face. "Believe me now?"

Now he was just hoping that she wouldn't shoot him for dying. Or punch him in the face for that matter -- he wasn't sure which one was going to hurt worse.

[ironknifehunter]

Jo lowered the gun slowly, shocked didn't even begin to cover how she felt. She put the gun down, jumped over the bar and ran to him. She hugged him tightly. An old wave of grief worked through her before it was replaced by joy and annoyance.

She drew back and punched him in the shoulder, hard. "Damn it, Winchester why didn't you call me?! And that idiot brother of yours! Where is he? I've got to hit him too."

[jstliketherifle]

Dean returned the hug for all he was worth, before letting her pull back and punch him in the shoulder. It hurt, sure, but it would of hurt worse if she decided to ignore the swollen mess on his face and clock him in the jaw. When she asked where Sam was, however, his eyes hit the floor before he spoke.

"Because things pretty much went to shit from the minute I came back," he replied softly, not exactly sure how to spell out what went down and how, because there were some parts where he wasn't so sure himself. He paused for a minute, before looking back up at her. "Sam's in trouble, Jo."

[ironknifehunter]

He looked a mess, but she thought it was because he'd risen from the dead. Apparently not.

"Then we'll go after him." She said firmly. "First you're going to sit down and tell me what happened. I'll even give you a cold beer."

[jstliketherifle]

"Thanks," he said with a nod and a small smile, before following her lead back to the bar and sliding up onto one of the stools. He didn't even know where to begin. So he just sat there for a minute, drumming his fingers against the end of the bar before looking up at her again.

"Where do you want me to start?"

[ironknifehunter]

Back behind the bar once again, Jo grabbed one of the beers that wasn't holy watered down and popped the cap off before setting it down in front of him.

She folded her arms and leaned against the bar top, "How about the beginning? How'd you come back?"

[jstliketherifle]

Dean took a long swallow of the beer, before flashing her a grin. Because she was never going to believe this one. Not in a million years. He let the cold bottle rest lightly against his jaw for a minute before he started speaking.

"Would you believe an angel pulled me from the Pit?"

[ironknifehunter]

Jo rolled her eyes.

"Angels don't exist, Dean."

[jstliketherifle]

"Actually, Jo -- they do."

This time, the grin was gone. Dean didn't exactly sound happy about this news, but he was serious.

[ironknifehunter]

Jo just stood there for a moment, rolling it all around in her head. Dean obviously wasn't pulling her leg about this and well if angels were real it made sense they'd be strong enough to pull him out of Hell.

"That's not a good thing though is it?" She asked, looking over his face. "Something ugly's going down?"

[jstliketherifle]

Dean snorted lightly, before nodding. "They originally pulled me out so that I could spy on the demon hordes. But now they're telling me that the whole weirdo psychic thing that Sam has going on? Is because Azazel was grooming him to be the perfect meat suit for Lucifer. And that if I don't get my brother back -- bad shit will happen."

He thought for a minute, before shrugging. "So, you know -- the usual demons are out to make my life hell routine."