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( One second she was bleeding on the floor of a hardware store, closing her eyes in the hope that passing out for at least a little while would give her a brief relief from the intense pain of her injuries. Sam and Dean and her mom were all talking, but it didn't make any sense. The next, she was opening her eyes somewhere else entirely. She was still in pain, but it wasn't the same level of agony. Moving her hands to her stomach, she was surprised to find that they didn't come away bloody. She looked and her shirt was still a mess, but the skin under it was stitched up and covered in dried blood but otherwise whole. She still hurt, apparently whoever had fixed her up hadn't been able to spare some damn painkillers, but she could live with that. Literally. A little pain was sure as shit better than dying. The only thing that worried her was the sudden change in location and the absence of her mother and Sam and Dean. )

Hello? ( The words came out rough and hoarse. She guessed she wore out her voice screaming when the Hound attacked her. ) Hello? Can anyone tell me what's going on?

( She stopped when she spots him. Dean. He looked like shit, and that was being kind. She made her way over, freezing as she spotted Cas, unconscious. What happened to him? She kept moving, coming to a stop a short distance away. )

Dean?

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[ Being covered in...well, Purgatory was the least of his worries. He hadn't exactly been looking to be win any beauty pageants lately as he shifted Castiel on his shoulder, flexing his hand around his weapon when Jo spoke. It wasn't a voice he had ever thought he would hear again. Sure, he heard it once or twice. In the nightmares he had before he was sent to Purgatory. Typically she was blaming him about the things that had happened. It was his conscience in that sense. The reality of it was secondary as his gaze narrowed on her. She looked like...

She looked like she'd been attacked by a hellhound. Not something he was ready to see. But something he took in stride, nevertheless. ] Lookin' pretty good for a dead chick there, Jo. [ Not that he was ready to start conversations with dead people. Those never ended well as he did a once over on her before turning and beginning to make his retreat to somewhere less in the open. It made him feel naked at this point. Especially with Cas the way he was. ]

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( As far as Jo knew, she wasn't quite dead yet. Still, the look on Dean's face told a different story. It made her feel even more confused, wondering what the hell had happened. He'd changed, a lot by the looks of it. That much was obvious to anyone, or at least to anyone who knew him. She couldn't help but wonder what had made him so hard. So broken. Those damn Winchesters with their angst and manpain and their obligation to fix everything or bear the guilt when they couldn't. Sometimes she just wanted to go the way of her mom and smack them. Okay, most of the time she wanted to smack them. Especially now. )

Wasn't dead yet, last I checked. ( And going from dead to not, even when she didn't remember the dead part, never meant good things. ) What the hell'd you do, Dean? ( But he was walking away and she wasn't going to just stand there and take that, moving quickly and grabbing his arm. And, okay, that hurt a little where she's stitched up. But she was a hunter. She could take it. ) Don't you just walk away from me. Last thing I remember I was getting tore up by a hell hound and now I'm in this place and I don't know what the hell's going on. So don't you dare walk off like this is nothing. You want to test me, damn well test me. Holy water, silver, whatever you feel like doing. But I swear, if you just walk off, I will hunt you down and kick your stupid ass from one side of this town to the other.

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[ The last time he had seen her she was a ghost. Forgive him a little if he's somewhat surprised to see you standing in front of her. A part of him thought it was a hallucination from lack of sleep...he didn't want to stop. Dean didn't see the point when they were so exposed and out in the open that anything could just come around and pick them off. ]

Last time I checked...you were. [ He nodded towards where her shirt tore from where the hounds had mauled her. ] That was supposed to kill you. It did kill you. [ His dreams never included her being stitched up like that. His grip on Castiel tightened a bit. ] What did I do? Really? How can any of this be my fault? [ He motioned around the area they had woken up in before looking plainly at her. ] We need to get out of this area...we're out in the open. Exposed, Harvelle. I'm not sticking around to find out whatever brought is here is still around.

[ He had flinched when she grabbed his arm before moving to set Castiel down at his feet. Moving one leg to the other side of him so if anything did try, Dean had a good position to grab the angel. He hadn't let his guard down...not for a second before holding out his knife. The upkeep on it was...pretty bad, but he kept it sharp enough to do the damage it needed to do. ] Do it.

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( Was he really surprised that she blamed him for the fact that she was walking around when she was apparently supposed to be dead? Really? The Winchesters were like the posterboys of really freaking stupid decisions relating to people dying. Hadn't Dean sold his damn soul to get Sam back? Not that she thought she'd warranted anything like that. Still...if there was a messed up reason for her being back, it probably involved a Winchester. )

Considering you assholes and your track record, if I have to blame someone for me not being dead, it's gonna be you. Of course, you probably would have included some damn painkillers in the package. ( She winced, wrapping an arm protectively around herself as she spoke. Seriously guys. Would a little morphine be remiss? Hell...some Tylenol? ) Fine. We can get out of the open. But I still want to know what the hell's going on...and what the hell happened to you. You're a mess, Winchester.

( She took the knife from him, rolling up her sleeve and drawing it across her lower arm. It left a thin line of blood behind and she ripped a piece of her already ruined shirt to wrap around it. Pulling some holy water out of her jacket, she splashed herself with it, then raised an eyebrow at Dean.) Satisfied? By the way, I need your shirt.

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[ Yes he had...and he was damn proud of it. But Jo being alive? That wasn't anything he had done. It wasn't anything he could have imagined himself doing for the most part. Jo had already said those expressed wishes...or rather it was something that was implied. Not that creatures of Hell would actually take part of that deal. Dean and Sam had a long-running track record of getting out of bad situations. ]

Considering the evidence...I would too. But I didn't. [ He paused as she wrapped an arm around herself. Dean didn't trust it as much as he wanted to right now. ] Shit happened...don't worry about it. We need to get Cas looked at. Last time I checked...he was fine. I'm not sure what happened.

[ He was just about to hoist Castiel back over his shoulder before his brow quirked up when she asked for his shirt. ] Aw, Jo. You didn't even say please.

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( Honestly, Jo was glad Dean hadn't tried to bring her back. If he'd risked himself like that to get rid of some stupid guilt over how her death was somehow his fault, she honestly would have punched him. And he'd have deserved it too. The way she saw it, if she died hunting, then that was her choice and they could just accept that. For now though, it seemed that someone else had decided that she needed to stick around. And she wasn't gonna complain about that. She just wished Ellen was around. Part of her wanted to ask Dean about her mom, if she was okay and if she'd made it out all right, but she was almost afraid to hear the answer. )

Good. You've made enough stupid calls for one lifetime. No need to go adding more. ( She was all for his plan of getting to cover now, if only so she could sit and rest. Apparently gut wounds, even stitched up, were painful and wore you out. ) Can't just tell me not to worry, Dean. But I'll drop it for now. Just know you're not avoiding the question forever. ( She spared a look at Castiel, her own expression concerned ) Why isn't he waking up?

( She gave him a 'Bitch please' look ) My shirt's clawed all to hell and covered in blood. No way am I keeping it on. ( Shrugging off her jacket, she yanked off her shirt - only wincing slightly at the pull of her stitches - and held a hand out. Who cared if people looked? There was no way she was keeping that thing on. ) Shirt. Now. Please.

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[ Guilt was something he was used to carrying, Jo and Ellen's deaths were something he had been carrying for a long time unfortunately. Not that it seemed to matter to the woman standing in front of him who was defying every bit of that. Because...really? He didn't wrap his mind around the fact that she was alive right now because it hadn't been something he was a part of. Nor was it something anything he possibly knew it could be a part of simply by the state of her. Demons and angels typically brought back people without any wounds. This was different. ]

I think I got a few more up my sleeve. [ He shrugged, hiding the smirk on his face the best he could. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her for now. His worries were more on the angel variety and wondering how he got there in the first place. Also...where the fuck Benny was. ] Does it look I know? [ He frowned as he tugged his jacket off before pulling his other shirt over his head and holding it out to her. ]

There you go. Don't go sayin' I never gave you anything. [ Dean wasn't a very shy guy either before looking down at Castiel and shrugging to himself before pulling off the prone angel's jacket and tugging off the messed up shirt that he had been wearing before pulling it on himself and tugging his jacket over himself before hoisting Castiel up over his shoulder again. He didn't need it right now. ] You see a hospital or something around here?

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( Sometimes, Dean could be kind of a moron. Jo would never understand why he insisted on blaming himself for every damn thing that went wrong in the world, but it got old pretty quick. She'd taken on that Hell Hound for him because it was the right thing to do. She'd been in Carthage because she was a hunter and that was her life. And, contrary to what Dean might think, she hadn't gone into hunting because of a dumb crush on him. She wanted to be like her dad, and she had done her best to live her life in a way that would make him proud. If Dean wanted to act like her dying was somehow on him, and not the product of her life and her choices, well he could just stow that kind of thinking right quick. She made mistakes but she owned them. )

I don't doubt you do, sweetheart. ( If there was one thing Dean could be counted on for, it was doing things that made people want to smack him upside his stupidly pretty head. She had no doubt that if she hung around him, she knew she was gonna wind up wanting to strangle him before too long. ) Just asking. Jeez. Stop getting your panties in a twist, princess. ( She took the shirt, pulling it over her head and knotting on the side where it was too big for her. )

Thanks. That's much better. ( She gave an amused snort as he stole Cas's shirt to replace his own, shaking her head. Stealing shirts from unconscious angels, Dean? Real classy. She looked around, frowning as she didn't spot anything resembling a hospital. She couldn't find a thing. ) No. Town looks pretty small. Think there might be a pharmacy or something, but that's it. ( She rested her hand on his arm, lighter this time, more to comfort than to hold him back. ) Dean, we'll figure this out. Cas'll be fine.