Title:  Sacrifice

Characters:  Sam, Dean, Jo (Dean/Jo)

Rating:  PG-13

Chapters:  14/16

Spoilers:  AU, some bits and pieces of Season 2 and 3

Disclaimer:  Not mine.

Summary:  Dean with Sam and Jo on his final hours.

This is my first fanfic.  No beta was made.  I just had this itch to write about my favorite OTP.  Feedbacks are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 14

Lapeer, Michigan

"Damn, World War III!" Sam blurted.

Sam hurriedly walked between the two warring towers, pushing Dean out of arm's way to prevent a bloody banter. "What is it this time?" he shouted. "We only have a few hours left to finish off this hunt but what have you two been doing? I was only out for a couple of minutes and now this?" he continued. "Both of you were acting like pretentious, lovelorn, pubertal sweethearts, harboring unrequited feelings and fighting against each other to obtain sexual gratification. I'll bet this is your own creative act of foreplay," he said, babbling his words continuously.

 
"WHAT!" Dean and Jo shouted back, looking at Sam, puzzled and confused.

"This bitch stole my trinket," Dean narrated, looking at Jo angrily. "Jerk, what are you talking about? This is mine," Jo answered back.

"I had that trinket since I was a bedwetting youngster. I've never seen that trinket on you before. You stole that from me when we had that hot and steamy sex, right?" he expressed with all convictions. "You are a delusional maniac! What made you think that I would be keeping a damning souvenir on that atrocious event!" she uttered with regret and sadness in her voice.

Dean caught the twinge of grief in her voice. He softened his face and felt guilty that he caused her so much pain. He wanted to pacify her but he could not do that. "Not now or ever," he thought to himself. He pulled his game face to conceal his true feelings.

Sam saw through Dean and intervened to straighten things out. "Dean, you forgot this on the sink," he told Dean, handing the trinket to him.

Dean inspected the trinket and saw the pendant that he and Jo were quarreling about.  He retreated and refrained himself. Jo directed her gaze to the necklace and found the pendant, which was similar to the one she owned. They became aware of the situation and drew back in silence.

"So you were fighting because of this pendant? Jo, give me yours." Sam commanded. She took out the pendant out of its chain and handed it to him. Sam removed the contested pendant and tossed the trinket back to his brother.

"You were fighting over these? We need to focus here, you know. Stop acting like delinquents. I will give these to you when this job is over. Do you still have other issues or objects to fight about? Hand them over to me now, one… two… three… nothing else. Okay, let's eat and finish this case," he ended.

They peacefully ate their dinner and discussed about their plan with both Jo and Dean in deep thoughts.

"Why her?" Dean thought.

"Why him? Jo thought.

"NO!" Both shouted which startled Sam.

* * *

Nighttime came.

"Dean, are you done yet?" asked Sam, preparing for his litany. "Dude, almost there," answered Dean, digging on the shallow grave of the lady ghost.

"Jo, salt?" asked Sam, turning to Jo, who was intently reading the tombstone. "Yeah, here!" she answered back still reading the inscription on the tombstone.

"Sam, bring it on," Dean shouted, anticipating to finish their hunt.

Sam was about to start his litany when he was cut by Jo. Jo approached Dean and she felt nauseous when the surrounding started spinning around her. The atmosphere became cold the windy.

"Why did you have to leave me?" she asked Dean.

"What the heck is this?" asked Dean puzzled by her sudden change in mode.  "Okay, I promised to call but I never did so ..."

"I had to leave you. I had to make sure that you will be safe," Dean answered.

"Dean!" Sam cut.

Dean looked at Sam.  He understood and played along

"It's you that I wanted to be safe. Our parents, our families, everyone in this town may not approve of us but our love is stronger than their hate," she said, blinking the tears falling from her eyes.

"I know but our parents did something that we could not undo, no matter how hard we tried to forget. It will always hunt us in our lives. You are better off without me," Dean answered, fighting himself not to reveal too much of his feelings.

"I know, please forgive me. I have caused your death and the deaths of the people, who persecuted you. I was my fault. You are innocent. Please forgive me. I love you too much. My soul could not rest.  Please forgive me," Jo said, sobbing in between words.

"I have forgiven you, dear. It was not your fault. It was the circumstance that we were into. I love you too. Please rest in peace," Dean answered hugging Jo closely.

He felt her warm tears on his shoulder and cupped her face with both hands before he started kissing her cheeks, moving to her lips lightly, then kissing her mouth passionately, gripping her body tightly on the right hand and pulling her head closer with the other hand. He set himself free from the passion and the uncontrollable emotions that he had been concealing all this time.

"Dean, what are you doing?" shouted Jo, pushing him as hard as she could to free herself from his intense grip.

"Dean, curtain call!" Sam shouted, trying to shake him off of his reverie. "Sorry, got carried away," Dean shrugged.

Dean saw Jo looking at him fiercely, wiping her lips to show disgust. "Hey bitch, I'm a good kisser and many women will attest to that," he replied, smirking.

"Okay, let's get down to business, lovebirds," Sam interrupted seriously, suppressing a chuckle from escaping. "Jo, sprinkle salt on the bones and Dean, please erase that perverse grin," he commanded.

Sam recited the prayers while Jo sprinkled salt on the bones. When Sam was finished, Dean burned the bones. They put everything back into place and left the cemetery. Jo walked towards her trailer first and the two brothers followed suit.

"Dean, your perverse look is showing up, again," Sam reminded. "Dude, what's wrong with you. This is normal," Dean answered back.

"Dean, your face shows very intense cerebral orgasm brought about by fulfillment of your sexual desire in the absence of coital or masturbatory events," Sam explained as a matter-of-factly.

"Dude, you're speaking Chinese again. There is nothing wrong with me. Will you stop looking at me like that," Dean answered with an amused expression.

"Whack off, Sam!"

Title:  Sacrifice

Characters:  Sam, Dean, Jo (Dean/Jo)

Rating:  PG-13

Chapters:  13/?

Spoilers:  AU, some bits and pieces of Season 2 and 3

Disclaimer:  Not mine.

Summary:  Dean with Sam and Jo on his final hours.

This is my first fanfic.  No beta was made.  I just had this itch to write about my favorite OTP.  Feedbacks are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 13

Lapeer, Michigan

"Fuck, this bitch is really getting on my nerves. How dare she overtake me, smartass."

"I nearly have two months to live. Why the hell did our path cross? I've always chosen hunts that were as far away from the Harvelles, in particular, Jo. When she's up North, we'll be down South. I got the relief of my life when I found out that the Harvelles had resigned themselves from hunting with Ellen tending business and Jo off the hunt and into college, living normal lives.  While us, this is our normal life, hunting."

Dean followed Jo's trailer steadily, sinking into his own thoughts. He would never forget the first time he met Jo.  "Receiving a blow to my nose was a really nice welcome," he thought.

He still had the vivid image of a pretty, feisty, and smart blonde, shoving him with her shotgun. He instantly got attracted to this little, blonde girl with a very short temper. He knew he could easily wrap her around his finger but he just could not do that, not with this girl. He felt more than earthly desire for her. He felt an emotional connection not being brought by chemical or biological reaction.  He is somehow able to suppress his hormonal surges with her, which he could not even control with the other nameless females that he had been in bed with.

He had buried his feelings for her deep down a long time ago.

"Fuck, why? Of all people, why her? Why did it have to be Joanna Beth Harvelle?" he thought.

He had accepted his fate, trying to live one day at a time and enjoying the last days of his life with Sam. He knew that his brother was still trying to find a way to cancel the deal but he could not afford to break another heart.

"If not for Ellen and the circumstances that happened between our Dads and her and Sam, she could have been my…." Dean cut his thoughts.

"But I don't want anymore complications," he blurted to himself, "but why is she complicating my life whenever I see her," he continued in his thoughts.

He tried to fool himself into thinking, "she's just like a little sister that I never had," he said to himself.

"But, do brothers think of hugging, kissing, making love, and having children with their little sisters?" he shook his heads and concentrated on his driving.

"Do brothers think of groping, tonsil hockeying, or fucking their little sisters. Stop bitching Dean! Your words are getting more incestuous," he reminded himself.

"Shit!! I need a cold shower."

* * *

The gang, Dean, Sam, and Jo, decided to make a full stop to rest and plan for their hunt when they reached the cemetery where the remains of the avenging ghost rest and waited for sundown.

Dean decided to join Sam and Jo in the trailer. He felt tired from driving and was hungry. He reluctantly went inside the trailer upon his brother's invitation and Jo's approval.

"Could I use a little shower?" Dean asked, waiting for Jo's permission.

"Sure, but no bed for you, just a bath, no more, no less," she answered.

"How about a nice hot meal along with it?" he added, using his boyish charm to persuade her.

"Fine, you'll get to have some meal but you should do the dishes after, right Sam?" She answered, turning to Sam for affirmation.

"Of course, Dean can do that," Sam affirmed.

"Well, thank you," he answered, "you know, if you could spare a little space for me to sleep or rest."

"Don't push you luck, Dean!" Jo and Sam uttered in unison.

"Okay, okay, I got it," Dean retreated. "Bitches," he murmured.

He went inside the bathroom, stripped all his clothes along with his trinkets, and dipped himself in the cool tub. He felt so good and fell asleep. He was jolted from his sleep when he heard the knocking on the door.

"Dude, do you need a pillow or something?" Sam teased.

Dean hurriedly washed himself up and got out of the tub.

"Hey sleeping beauty, were you waiting for your prince charming? You've been there for almost an hour already. Dinner is already served." Sam narrated.

Sam went in the bathroom after Dean.

"Sorry, I doze off. Dinner, great!" Dean exclaimed, grinning cheekily.

He saw Jo seated on the dining table. He avoided her and tried to focus on the meals in front of him. He looked up and saw Jo looking at him, annoyingly. He saw her wearing a skimpy top that revealed an ample amount of cleavage. He had to resist himself from looking at her chest but he could not. He noticed the trinket around her neck.

"Hey bitch, where did you get that?" he asked, pointing at the trinket on her chest and searching for his own trinket on his other hand.

"Jerk, what are you talking?" she answered back, puzzled by his question.

"That trinket is mine. Why are you wearing that," he shouted.

"What trinket? You mean this necklace?  This is mine. My grandpa gave this to me," she shouted back.

"You're lying bitch, that's mine. Give me that!" he yelled.

"No, never jerk!" She yelled back.

"Klepto!"

"Liar!"

"Brat!"

"Loser!"

"Bimbo!"

"Chauvinist!"

"Sociopath!"

"Psychopath!"

Sam entered and saw Dean and Jo having a heated argument over something.

"Damn, World War III!" Sam blurted.
 

Title:  Sacrifice

Characters:  Sam, Dean, Jo (Dean/Jo)

Rating:  PG-13

Chapters:  12/?

Spoilers:  AU, some bits and pieces of Season 2 and 3

Disclaimer:  Not mine.

Summary:  Dean with Sam and Jo on his final hours.

Title:  Sacrifice

Characters:  Sam, Dean, Jo (Dean/Jo)

Rating:  PG-13

Chapters:  11/?

Spoilers:  AU, some bits and pieces of Season 2 and 3

Disclaimer:  Not mine.

Summary:  Dean with Sam and Jo on his final hours.

Title:  Sacrifice

Characters:  Sam, Dean, Jo (Dean/Jo)

Rating:  PG-13

Chapters:  9/?

Spoilers:  AU, some bits and pieces of Season 2 and 3

Disclaimer:  Not mine.
Summary:  Dean with Sam and Jo on his final hours.

This is my first fanfic.  No beta was made.  I just had this itch to write about my favorite OTP.  Feedbacks are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 9

"What do you think you're doing?" Dean asked, slamming the door of the impala.

Jo opened the door forcibly and went inside.  "I wanna ride with you."  "What?" shouted Dean, looking at her furiously and waiting for Sam for reinforcement.

"I know you too well, Dean.  You don't always do what you say," Jo stated in a factual tone and jumped into the back seat.

Sam was puzzled by her words and looked at Dean.

"We need to go back to my apartment first, prepare for my things, and make a call or two," she ordered.  "Sweetheart, I don't do well with smartass giving orders.  If you were to tag along, you must behave yourself.  I'm the driver and I will give the orders," Dean said commandingly, looking at her in the rearview mirror.

She looked at Sam but Sam only shrugged his shoulders and said, "He's older and I can't argue with him.  I tried that, believe me, I did, and I often lose."  "Shit," she murmured.

While on the road, they discussed the case at hand.  She narrated all the information she had gathered from their thesis.  She set aside her grief and set herself up on a hunting mode.  They drove all day to New York City, stopping at a roadside store for a bathroom break.  Sam took this opportunity to talk to Dean while she was in the bathroom.

"Dean, what does she mean when she said, you don't always do what you say?" Sam questioned curiously.  "Well, I kinda told her, I call her the last time when you or the possessed you shot me on the shoulder, she patched me up.  I also said about tieing her back to a post and leaving her there, if she tried to follow me," he paused.  "What's so big deal about a call anyway?" Dean questioned back, irritated by his brother's curiosity.

"It's a great deal for a lot of women, Dean, and I thought you're a pro with regards to women," he said, stunned at his confession.  "I will definitely have to agree with her.  She deserved a phone call.  She might be worried if something bad happened to you or me," he paused, "I can't believe you've said those things to her.  You're such an ungrateful badass, Dean," he added.

"Shut up smartass!  You should be on my side you're my brother.  Don't gang up on me," Dean said furiously.

She went out of the store, carrying a bag of food and water.  They stopped talking and Sam carried the bag out of her hands.

"Thanks, Sam," she said, smiling at his gentleman gesture.  Sam smiled, "Welcome."

"Yeah, like a real boy scout," Dean commented sarcastically and started the engine.

* * *

"Stop tossing and turning, Dean," Sam said, still looking at his computer.  He was seated on the edge of the single bed while Dean kept moving around it.

"I can't sleep.  This bed is just too narrow for the both of us.  I'm gonna doze off on the sofa."  He sighed and rose on his feet.  "What are you searching?" he added.

"Your case," Sam answered briefly.  "Well, good luck," Dean answered back, walking towards the door.

"Just don't crawl into Jo's bedroom, okay," Sam reminded.

Dean sneered and went into the living room.  He rested himself on the sofa and turned on the TV.  He got engrossed with the TV and did not notice Jo coming out of the shower.  She looked at the screen carefully and sat on the sofa beside him.

"Oh my God, Constantine!" she giggled.  "I love that movie.  Keanu Reeves was so cool," she continued and seated herself comfortably.  She was wearing a double top and pajamas.

Dean turned to her, "I love this movie, too.  What's your favorite scene?"  "I like the scene where he gave up his life for the girl, kinda tragic but romantic," Jo answered still staring at the TV screen.  "What's yours?"

"I like the scene where he goes back to hell to look for the twin sister.    Hell is like well, hell."  He answered, wondering what would be his life in hell.  "Scariest scene?" he continued.Kickass!

"Scariest?  Well, I vote for the exorcism scene," she replied, remembering the scene in the movie.  "I think so, too," agreed Dean.

They continued watching, agreeing and disagreeing on some scenes, and criticizing and praising the film.  They would laugh at some scenes and cringed at other scenes.  When the movie ended, they felt closer than before, no bantering or arguing.

"We should do this more often," she said happily, feeling cold from the misty wind.  She walked towards the window to close it, then, silently went inside her room.

"Yeah, I couldn't drag Sam to watch horror movies.  He always preferred chick flicks.  He's so gay," he said.  He turned to her but she was not in the room anymore.  He turned the TV off and stood in front of Jo's room.  "Well, good night, too," he shouted, sarcastically.  The door opened while he was babbling and she suddenly pulled him inside.

"What the hell…" he mumbled.

Title: Sacrifice
Characters: Sam, Dean, Jo (Dean+Jo)
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 8/?
Spoilers: AU, some bits and pieces of Season 2 and 3.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Dean with Sam and Jo on his final hours.

This is my first fanfic.  No beta was made.  I just had this itch to write about my favorite OTP.  Feedbacks are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 8

Irvington, New York
 

"Oh God," Sam whispered, wiping the sweats with his palm from his forehead. He had another dream with Jo and Dean. In his dream, he saw Jo with Dean on the floor lifeless. He was still trying to figure out what these dreams meant and was trying to put the pieces together but could not. He sat down and rummaged at the sheets for his cell phone and dialed Karen's number.

"Hello Karen, I've been trying to call you all night. Is there something wrong?" Sam asked, holding the cell phone between his right shoulder and ear. He listened carefully and immediately hung up the phone after the call.

"Dean, wake up. We have to get going," he said, tapping Dean's shoulder to wake him up. "Five minutes," answered Dean with eyes still shut. He shook Dean's shoulders a little harder to force him out of his bed.

"What?" asked Dean, opening his eyes slowly and looking at his brother, questioningly. He tried to pull up the covers but Sam grabbed his hand. "Dean, we have a problem," stated Sam in a serious tone.  Dean abruptly got up from his bed and felt dizzy and groggy.

"Chris is dead. He drowned with alcohol, literally," Sam explained. "Fuck!" Dean swore.

They immediately packed their bags and went out ahead with their hunt. They were silent throughout the trip. Both were having their own thoughts until they arrived at their destination an hour later.  They stopped in front of a high-steeled gate. Sam was about to use on the doorbell when the gate opened. They entered and drove a few meters before parking the impala along with other expensive-looking cars beside the manor house. They were ushered in by a male servant towards the living room and were greeted by Karen in the main hall.

She was wearing a black dress with her hair held tightly at the back. Her face showed grief and her voice was dull and flat. "Hi, come in Sam, Dean," she said bluntly.

"We came as soon as we heard. We're deeply saddened about the sudden death of your friend. You have our deepest sympathy," Sam said extending a hand, trying to console her.

"Thank you. Jo is inside but she can't face you right now. She's still in a state of shock," she muttered. She led them inside the hall where the remains was laid and introduced them to the bereaved. They paid their respects to the deceased and settled themselves down on a bench near the main door of the hall.

Karen sat beside them, "I can't still believe he's gone. We were just so happy the last time we're together. There weren't any signs. He was perfectly healthy."  Karen said, choking at her words and trying to push back the tears. Sam squeezed her hands and lent his shoulder to cry on. "Jo called me and told me he'll meet him here but he died before she could ever get to see him," she continued. This time, the tears fell freely and she could not suppress them anymore. Sam comforted her while Dean looked around for Jo.

Dean scanned the crowd and saw Jo seated on a bench near the coffin. She was wearing black pants and plain, white blouse with her blonde, wavy hair hanging loosely on her shoulders. She looked tired and seemed to lack sleep. Her face was pale and her eyes were swollen. She was crying but her eyes were drained with tears. She was staring into emptiness. He wondered, when his time comes, will she also grieve like this? He felt a sharp pain originating from inside his chest and turned his back away from her. He went out of the hall, out of the house, and settled in his car. He could not take the gloomy mood inside. He would not want to see his loved ones experience the same grief.

Sam looked around for Dean and saw him outside, sitting inside the impala. He went out of the house and approached him in the car park. "What are you doing here? Did you talk to Jo?" "No," he answered, still saddened by the realization that he will be leaving his loved ones sooner.

"Can we go now? I think our case is over. She already had her revenge," questioned Dean with voice firm, wearing his game face to mask his feelings. He wanted to get away from her as far as possible and as soon as possible.

"We're not done here yet," answered Sam, sensing his brother's thoughts and feelings.

* * *

Dean and Sam went back to the hotel late at night to get some sleep. They came back early in the morning to attend the funeral. They entered the house, parked the impala, and went inside the house. They saw Jo walking towards them.

"I want to talk to you, meet me in the library later," Jo said with voice sounding harsh and broken. Sam was about to talk to console her but she went straight out of the hall without turning back. She wore a pure black outfit with dark shades to cover her eyes. He face still looked pale and puffy from the lack of sleep.

They walked into the library silently, looking at various books arranged in each self. Sam went straight into one corner and browse on the titles of the books. "Wow! These are first edition books," said Sam still in awe.

"So, what does Jo want to talk to us about?" Dean asked. Sam was about to answer when they heard voices coming through the door. Their first instinct was to hide into the shelves of books.

The door opened and Jo with Ellen entered the library. They were having a heated argument. "Joanna Beth, what are the Winchesters doing here?" asked Ellen, walking behind Jo. "Mom, I told you, they were working on a case where Chris was involved," she replied, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"I've already told you to forget about hunting and try to live a normal life with us." Ellen stated walking ahead and facing her daughter. "I have listened to every word that you've said, mom. I tried to be a good daughter. I stopped hunting. I went back to school. I tried to fit in and found friends, who accepted me. I basically lived a normal life," Jo explained, pushing back the tears.

"You're right and I thank you for that but don't be responsible for Chris's death," Ellen answered back. "And I don't want you to do anything about the Winchesters. That chapter in our lives is over," she added, sobbing.

"No it's not over and it will never be over, you know that best, mom. We can't just erase dad in our lives. Believe me mom, I tried. I tried to live as normal as possible but our past just seemed to haunt us. Everyone that I loved and cared about dies, Dad, Ash, and Chris. Who will be next, mom? You, grandpa, grandma, or I?" she said still looking at her mother intensely.

"Okay, you won. Just this one and you promise me to come back to us without a scratch. I will be watching over your shoulder." Ellen stated bluntly, hugging his daughter tightly and trying so hard not to be worried over her. She walked towards the door and advised, "If you need anything, as in anything, don't hesitate to call us, okay? Be careful and watch your back.  We love you, remember that."

Dean and Sam heard everything. They saw Jo staring at the window, contemplating on her decision. They finally decided to approach her after a while. Dean coughed to get her attention. He saw her blinked back the tears that were forming on the corners of her eyes.

Jo cleared her throat before uttering her words, "Hi Sam, Dean," she said. "Have you been here for long?" "No, we just came here," answered Sam.

"So, what do you wanna talk about Jo?" questioned Dean, directing his gaze towards her but not looking directly to her to avoid any eye contact. "I want to join you on this case. I want to hunt that bitch, who killed Chris, and don't argue with me on this, Dean. If you won't permit me, I will hunt that bitch myself." Jo stated firmly and angrily. Both of them were stunned by her determination and perseverance.

"Okay, just this one and promise me that you go back to your regular life," answered Dean bluntly. "Shut up Dean, you're starting to sound like my mother," Jo cut off, looking at Dean mockingly.

"I need to go back to New York first to get my stuff. Wait for me after the wake," she stated before going out of the room.

"We'll see you around, then," answered Sam, wondering why Dean easily agreed and did not even show an inch of protest. He heard Dean mumbled something.

"Fuck! I hate this girl."

Title: Sacrifice
Characters: Sam, Dean, Jo (Dean+Jo)
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 7/?
Spoilers: AU, some bits and pieces of Season 2 and 3.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Dean with Sam and Jo on his final hours.

This is my first fanfic.  No beta was made.  I just had this itch to write about my favorite OTP.  Feedbacks are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 7

"This waiting is killing me," mumbled Dean impatiently.

"You said we'll wait," Sam stated, letting out a yawn. "Let's go!" Dean exclaimed, opening the door of the impala.

"Wait, we can't just barge in there. They might still be …. sleeping," Sam cut off sensing more tension on his brother. "Dean, are you turning green?"

"What? Beat the crap Sammy. We're moving in," Dean said, trying to sound as calm and as composed as possible.

Dean started the engine and parked the car in front of Jo's apartment. They hid their guns with salt bullets in their jackets and went up to her apartment. Sam reluctantly knocked on the door but Dean knocked a little harder but no one answered. They picked on the lock and gently opened the door. They saw Jo in the living room sleeping in front of the computer. They surveyed the rooms but Chris was not found anywhere.

Dean saw Chris's note on the refrigerator. He picked it up and read the scribbles. His inner turmoil was made worse by the note but he kept his cool and handed the note to Sam. He tapped Jo's shoulder to wake her up and saw her blinked a few times under her glasses before emerging into consciousness.

Jo was surprised to see Dean but was lost with words to say. She put down her glasses on the table and stood. Realizing she was half naked under her top and shorts, she went into her bedroom and put on more decent clothes. She washed her face and brushed her teeth hastily. She was so busy with her thoughts and forgot all about Chris. She went out fully clothed and greeted the brothers.

"How did you get it? Well, never mind," said answering her own question. Dean handed her the note. "Oh my God, Chris!"

"We're sorry to barge in," apologized Sam. "We kinda doze off and missed his departure."

"Do you have any idea where he went?" asked Dean, looking at the table scattered with papers, books, and laptop.

"None. I'll call him," she said still stunned by the appearance of the Winchesters and the disappearance of his friend. She found her cell phone beside the laptop and excused herself. She went inside her bedroom to make the call.

Sam looked at Dean, who was walking around the living room agitated. He approached him, "Cool off, Dean. Relax." "Have you read the note? That bastard slept with her! How can I cool off," mumbled Dean. "Fuck!" Dean cut off, shocked at his own words.

Sam was also shocked by Dean's statements. He never thought Dean had any feelings for her other than as a sister. His face lit up when he realized that his brother was acting like a jealous boyfriend. "I wonder what he would feel if he'll discover Chris's preference?" he thought.

"Void that. It was just a Freudian slip.  No meaning or whatsoever. You know, Jo is like a little sister to me," explained Dean, trying to put sense into his words.

"I get it Dean, no need to explain," cut off Sam. "Sister? Crap!  When you stared at Jo, it looked like you're stripping her clothes off with your eyes. Oh Dean, not in front of me, please," whispered Sam, half-amused and half-annoyed with his brother's denial.

"Did you just say something?" Dean asked. Sam denied but Dean heard all of it and just shrugged them off.

Jo came back, "Chris said he'll be visiting his parents in Irvington, which is located north of New York City. I've been there last summer. I could take you…." "Jo," cut off Dean. "I think we'll take it from here."

"I understand," she affirmed. She already expected this from Dean but she had another plan in mind.

Dean and Sam left after Sam thanked her for her help.

Jo gathered her research and called her friend, Karen, and told her about her plan.  She booked a flight in Irvington and prepared her bag for the trip.

"Okay, I'm not on a hunt.  I'm not on a hunt. I'm here for Chris," she reminded herself. She was about to walked out of her apartment when she heard her cell phone ring.

"Oh God, no…" she cried. Her knees went weak and she slumped on the floor.

* * *

"Irvington, named after the American writer, Washington Irving," read Seam, thoroughly searching for more information on his browser. He shut off his laptop and turned to Dean.

"I've read The Legend of Sleepy Hallow back in grade school. Creepy headless horseman and Ichabod Crane," he continued. "Johnny Depp," answered Dean.

"Johnny Depp?" questioned Sam, trying to see the connection between Johnny Depp and Washington Irving. "Ichabod Crane was played by Johnny Depp in Sleepy Hallow, the movie. He was awesome in there. He solved the mystery and got the girl," replied Dean, tapping his fingers to on the steering wheel.

"That's not the ending of the story, Dean. Hollywood kinda screwed up the plot and the ending and turned it into a chick flick," rebutted Sam.

"Okay, book worm. I got the picture," teased Dean, trying to annoy his brother.

"Movie addict," Sam teased back.

"Geek!"

"Freak!"

"Nerd!"

"Weird!"

"Shut up!" Dean shouted, trying to find words to describe his younger brother. "You run out of words, right?" he added, reversing the situation.

"Of course not, you're a green-eyed, sweet talker, egocentric, condescending, glam rocker, God's gift to women, Johnny Depp wanna-be jerk!" Sam finished, babbling all the words out of his mouth. "I'm all that but I'm not a Martian," Dean claimed, looking at the road ahead.

"Martian?" Sam wondered. He realized what he meant and grinned at his brother's claim. "You've been acting like a jealous boyfriend," joked Sam.

"I don't!" protested Dean.

"You do!"

"I don't!"

"You do!"

"I do?"

"You do," Sam affirmed, grinning at his brother.

"Fuck! What if I do but only as a protective brother to his little sister," Dean answered back, feeling irritated.

"I can't really imagine you being jealous with Chris. Are you blind, Dean? Chris is gay, G-A-Y, gay, you know like Professor Dumbledore," Sam explained, laughing out loud and rejoicing as if he won a battle. He turned towards Dean to examine his expression. "Now, I know why he kept staring at my ass," he commented, directing the topic back to Chris.

They traveled the whole day, stopping at gasoline stations to refill the impala and convenience stores to get something to eat. They amused themselves with verbal banters and word wars to relieve their boredom. They arrived in Irvington early in the evening and decided to check in to a motel to rest. They inspected the room and salted every corner before settling themselves.

"Dean could you call Jo to see if there are any news about Chris," requested Sam, sitting on the edge of his bed and settling his duffel bag down at the bedside. Dean took off his jacket and prepared himself for a shower. "I don't have her number," he said flatly.

Sam was surprised, "Unbelievable! Dean, your phonebook is filled with phone numbers of every woman in every American state we've been to but you don't have Jo's?" "Do you?" answered Dean, returning the question back at him.

"Okay, I don't but I have Karen's," he stated, dialing Karen's number on an instant. He tried calling Karen several times but all his attempts failed.

"Her phone is turned off. May be she's busy. I'll call her later," Sam stated, reminding himself.

Title: Sacrifice
Characters: Sam, Dean, Jo (Dean+Jo)
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 6/?
Spoilers: AU, some bits and pieces of Season 2 and 3.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Dean with Sam and Jo on his final hours.

This is my first fanfic.  No beta was made.  I just had this itch to write about my favorite OTP.  Feedbacks are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 6

"I'm through with hunting Sam!" protested Jo, trying to escape from Sam's grip on her arm.

"Jo, I'm not trying to persuade you back to hunting. I know you are doing well and enjoying your life with your friends and family. Please just listen, just this one…" Sam appealed still gripping Jo's arm.

Sam narrated everything about the hunt while Jo listened attentively. When he finished his accounts, Jo was silent. She left Sam and went ahead to meet her friends.

Sam met Dean and they left the party. He told Dean about the information he gathered and the rather adamant reception of Jo. They discussed about their plan of action and waited in the parking lot until the party was over.

"Hell has no wrath like a woman scorned," Sam commented.

"Yo, are you talking about Jo or the avenging spirit?" asked Dean still feeling annoyed and trying to regain composure. Sam smirked and focused his gaze on the exiting people.

Dean was still confused on Jo's warm reception towards them. He does not know how to react on this. He still had some issues to clear up with her.  He thought their love-hate relationship, "if there had been any," had always been at the wrong place and at the wrong time. They should have chosen another hunt in another state far away from her. He guessed it would be too late to regret about it now. They waited patiently until closing time. They saw Karen, Chris, and Jo walking out of the building and into the parked blue BMW with the famous insignia upfront. They all settled themselves into the car while Jo did the driving.

The BMW speeded out of the parking lot and into the main street. Dean tailed the car discreetly, slowing whenever he got close to it. The impala looked crappy compared to the car in front of him. After a 30-minute drive, the car stopped in front of an apartment building. Karen got out of the car after kissing goodbye to the passenger and the driver. The car traveled at a greater speed turning left from the main street into a narrow alley until it reached Jo's apartment. It was parked inside the apartment's basement.

Dean saw the lights flicked on the second floor. He parked the car on the opposite side of the building to have a greater view of Jo's apartment and the entrance of the building.

"What do we do now, Dean?" asked Sam, interrupting Dean's thoughts. "We'll just wait. She told you that she can manage on her own, right?" bluntly answered Dean with another question.

"That's a really great plan, Dean," commented Sam sarcastically.

"Damned, she did not come!" Dean exclaimed tapping the wheel in front of him. "Who are you talking about Dean? As far as I can see, I've seen them all, Chris, Jo, Ellen, and more," Sam pointed shaking his head slightly, wondering which person Dean was relating to.

"Paris Hilton!" Dean answered back. Sam could not suppress a laugh when his brother answered.

* * *

"Jobeth, you're still using salt to ward of insects?" asked Chris, opening the window and wiping off the salts on the windowsill.

"Yup, salt - the most effective insect and supernatural repellant," stated Jo, hovering over her closet for her clothing. "Chris, aren't you going to shower? You still have some of your clothes here."

"Sure Darling, I could use some Victoria's Secret for a change," he replied, closing the window shut and stroking his arms for the sudden coldness. "Hmmm, it's cold out here. I need a very hot shower."

Jo came out of the shower, "I'm really glad you came, Chris," hugging her friend tightly. "Whooahh, I'm not going anywhere soon. Jobeth, I can't breathe," he said gasping for air on her release.

"You know sometimes, I wonder what kind of muscles you have in that fragile-looking body. You looked all girly outside but your strength could pass for construction workers," teased Chris, taking a punch from Jo on his shoulder. "Ouch, that hurt, Jobeth!"

Jo run across the room to avoid Chris's retaliation until both of them got tired. Christ took his shower and retreated to bed. She invited him to spend the night with her to keep him close to her sight. She wanted to protect his friend from the spirit, who was after him. She tried to remember Sam's words instinctively. She searched for their college thesis and pulled out her laptop to research for this spirit or ghost for that mater. She tried to pacify her panic and worries and concentrated on her research.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the look of Dean in her mind but she shrugged them off. She thought he still looked the same, the handsome asshole he had always been. She adored him, fell for him, and saved him, and all she got was an "I'll call you, later," which she, of course, knew he would not. Suddenly, all the memories came flooding her mind. She tried to blink the tears forming in her eyes. She had put all these memories in the deepest part of her soul and now, they are all surfacing out. She went out to the terrace to breathe some fresh air and to shake the thoughts out of her mind. "Okay, breathe Jo. Just pretend nothing happened and get back on your new-found life," she told herself, breathing in air deeply. She went back inside and continued her research.

Chris awakened and saw Jo asleep in front of her computer, still wearing her glasses. He checked out the time on the wall clock and glanced at the window. It was already early in the morning but the sun was not up yet. He took his clothes and changed. He found some papers and pens on Jo's table and wrote something on it before posting it on her refrigerator. He kissed her hair lightly and went out of her apartment, silently.

Jobeth,

Darling, thanks for last night. I had a great time.

Love and Kisses,

Chris

Title: Sacrifice
Characters: Sam, Dean, Jo (Dean+Jo)
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 5/?
Spoilers: AU, some bits and pieces of Season 2 and 3.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Dean with Sam and Jo on his final hours.

This is my first fanfic.  No beta was made.  I just had this itch to write about my favorite OTP.  Feedbacks are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 5

Taking their time in New York, New York

Chris went to the bar while the two girls walked around to check on their guests. They came across Dean and Sam. Both brothers did not notice them coming.

"Hi Sam," said Karen, turning to Jo, and whispering, "you know the hot hunk I'm telling you about." "and Dean," she greeted blunted. "So, I assumed Dean is the never mind asshole," she whispered back, letting a small smile arched on her lips.

"Hello, Karen," answered Sam, searching for his next words.

"Sam, long time no see," she acknowledged and gave him a big hug. Karen was puzzled and asked Jo, "Jobeth, you know him?" "Them," she corrected.

Dean walked beside Sam and Jo hugged him too like her own big brother. "It's nice seeing both of you here," she said in a very friendly tone. "My mom and my grandparents are here. Would you like to meet them?" "We'll pass," answered Dean a little coldly.

"If you need anything, just approach me or Karen, okay," "I hope I won't see you around," she whispered to herself. She turned to Karen, "I'll talk to you later," and moved on a rather fast pace towards a group of people.

"I'll go check our man," murmured Dean to Sam. Sam just nodded silently. Both still stunned by the friendly accommodations they had just received from Jo.

"So, I see that you're already familiar with my friend, Jobeth," Karen stated breaking the awkward silence between them. "Well, it's a long story. How about you, how did you two started?" questioned Sam while they were walking on the hallway looking at the artifacts.

"Actually three, Chris, Jobeth, and I. We're like sisters… Let's me see, we're kinda geeks and freaks back in college. We're branded as geeks because we studied a lot and needed catching up with school works and sorts. You know, anthropology is sometimes boring so we're busy with other things. Chris is into wines, Jobeth is in knives, and I'm into photographs. I love to take old pictures of people or things," she narrated while Sam digested all the information.

She ushered him into one of the pictures hanging on the wall. "Look at this picture. I think Jo looked a lot like the woman on this old picture." Sam looked closely and saw similarities between Jo and the woman on the picture. The picture was old and blurred so the man beside him was not recognizable. Sam agreed and examined the picture on its entirety.

"That picture was the basis of our thesis. We found that picture in Lapeer, Michigan, which was Chris's hometown. According to our research, the woman was burned at the stake and the man, her husband, was drowned in a secret chamber. The woman was accused of witchcraft and was sentenced by a secret tribunal. This said tribunal bestowed judgments to a thousand or more cases ranging from misdemeanors, petty crimes, and sometimes extraordinary cases like witchcraft. It bypassed the legal court and was dissolved back in the 1960s," she narrated glancing now and then to see if Sam was still interested in her story.

"How did you find out all of these?" asked Sam, encouraging her to continue her story.

"Well, Chris was a descendent of one of the members of the tribunal. We went to their ancestral house and dug into piles of records kept in the library and collected the information," she continued.

"What happened to the members of the tribunal after its dissolution?" Sam seconded his question.

"The tribunal was established by the residents. Its members were rich and influential, and some were even government officials, so they got away with the law. I hope I did not bore you with the details. I kinda get ballistic when I'm asked about our thesis," she said shyly.

"It's interesting to know more stories behind each artifact. I enjoyed listening to you, honestly" Sam replied, putting all the pieces of information in the right place.

* * *

Dean concentrated on his assigned task, Chris, but could not shake the portrait of Jo out of his mind. She looked very sexy with her strapless, navy blue gown, hiding the cleavage of her breasts underneath, which he unintentionally viewed when he looked down on her during their embrace. The blue dress was draped around her body flowing freely under her ankle. Her blonde hair was drawn back and tied at the back of the head revealing her beautiful face. She looked like a woman straight out of a Vogue magazine, FHM magazine, he corrected himself. "Damn, she grew up really fast," he thought, gulping the rest of his drink.

He saw Chris dancing with Jo with arms wrapped around her body. He felt a tinged of jealousy. He tried to pacify his inner self from coming out of the surface. He saw Ellen with the two elders congratulating Chris and Jo. They kissed the pair and walked out towards the exit. He felt relieved as if a bullet was pulled out of his chest. He mingled with the crowds but kept his gaze with his target, Jo, Chris, he corrected himself.

Dean saw Sam on the dance floor with Karen. "Where will be the next residence of this exhibit?" Sam asked while swaying with the slow music. "Well, this is the official residence of the exhibit. Jobeth's grandparents built this building specifically for this kind of stuffs. Her grandfather, Jonathan Miller, is a renowned anthropologist/archeologist and her grandmother, Elizabeth Miller, is a former curator," informed Karen.

When the music stopped, they went to the bar to get some drinks. They saw Chris and Jo having their drinks. Karen introduced Sam to Chris and they shook hands. Sam took the opportunity to dance with Jo.

While dancing,"Jo, I need to apologize about the last time in Duluth, Minnesota," pleaded Sam. Jo smiled, "Sam, I don't need an apology. That was not you. Maybe, I should be thanking you instead." "What for?" he wondered but Jo did not reply so he did not push the issue anymore and went on the task on hand.

"Jo, we're here for Chris. I think, he is the target of the ghost that we're hunting. His life is in danger," Sam said, looking at her face searching for a glimpse of empathy. "Sam, please leave Chris alone. If he is in any danger, we'll manage on our own. Please, don't show at our doorstep, telling us what to do," with those words Jo released her grip on Sam and walked out of the dance floor.

"How did you know that hunk?" Chris queried with brows arched questioningly. "I've told you about him and his brother before," answered Jo, feeling irritated after walking out on Sam.

"Now, I remember. Dean. Was that you're unrequited love?" Karen asked grinning at Chris. "Oh, the asshole, who only thought of you as a schoolgirl," seconded Chris. "and a sister," added Karen.

Christ hugged Jo, "Darling, don't waste your time on him, and show him… "Karen and Chris chorused, "This is what you've lost. Drool asshole!" Jo laughed so hard, momentarily forgetting the words of Sam, and creating a mental image of this moment.

Title: Sacrifice
Characters: Sam, Dean, Jo (Dean+Jo)
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 4/?
Spoilers: AU, some bits and pieces of Season 2 and 3.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Dean with Sam and Jo on his final hours.

This is my first fanfic. No beta was made. I just had this itch to write about my favorite OTP.  Feedbacks are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 4

"Damn!" mumbled Dean approaching Sam on his chair after talking to the receptionist. "I used to be a chick magnet.  How come you get the hot chick with brains while I get to have the inferior ones?" Sam only shrugged, sitting still on his chair.

"So, what did you get?" questioned Sam. "Well, I found out that the gallery will have an opening ceremony early in the evening and Corgan, our man, will be coming, along with other prominent personalities in this city," narrated Dean.

"I'm so excited, Sam!" Dean continued. He only got a smirk from Sam. "Wow, I get to see Paris Hilton!!"

"Will she grace the opening ceremony?" asked Sam with less enthusiasm. "I dunno but isn't that her job?? Being paid for partying," grinned Dean.

"You're crazy, Dean," teased Sam while laughing. "Of course, I am. I'm a Winchester!" exclaimed Dean.

The brothers were so preoccupied that they did not notice Karen Hayes and her friend coming out of the entrance of the gallery. They were busy talking and walked towards the exit when the receptionist called them.

"Ms. Hayes! Ms. Harvelle!" shouted the receptionist.

Dean and Sam instinctively directed their gaze toward the exit when they heard the name Harvelle. They waited for the girl to turn around to see her face with breaths held in anticipation.

"Ms. Harvelle, Mr. Corgan called to confirm," continued the receptionist. "It's all set. Thanks," she replied.

Sam and Dean were shocked and were unable to move while the two girls continued walking towards the exit.

"Don't look Jobeth, don't look just walk straight to the exit," pleaded Karen. "Why?" asked Jo in a puzzled look, obeying her friend's request.

"I met a hot hunk and a never mind asshole awhile ago at the lobby… and they are still here," she whispered enthusiastically.

When she turned around to answer the receptionist, she got a glimpse of the familiar figures seated at the lobby area.

"Oh… my… God…, the Winchesters," she thought to herself.

* * *

"You look good, Sam," complemented Dean on his brother's attire. They both wore black tuxedos for the gallery's opening to blend in the crowd of people. "You look good too, Dean," exchanged Sam, patiently waiting in the lobby.

"What? I don't just look good, Sam. I look great, cool, elegant, suave, charming, and I can add more," Dean expressed with confidence to conceal his inner turmoil. Sam just smirked and shrugged.

"Where is she? I did not dress this way for nothing." Dean murmured impatiently, pacing around. "Jo?" answered Sam in a questioning look. Jo was the last person Sam would want to bump into right now.

"Paris Hilton, Sam. Jo was the last person I would want to bump into right now," whispered Dean in an irritated voice. "My thoughts exactly," affirmed Sam, looking through the crowds of well-dressed and prominent people passing though the lobby.

"Whoooahh, is that Ellen?" exclaimed Sam in a rather surprised voice. Dean aimed his gaze in the same direction and saw Ellen Harvelle, Jo's mother, along with two elderly individuals, who bear elegance, composure, and grace. "Wow, she cleaned up nicely," added Dean admiringly but her presence added to the tension he was experiencing. He just wanted to get on with the hunt and leave New York immediately.

Ellen and the two elders walked towards the entrance and were greeted by Karen and Jo, who were waiting at the entrance. They kissed and hugged Ellen and the two elders. Jo escorted them inside while Karen stayed on the entrance for incoming guests.

"That's our cue," mumbled Sam and walked toward the entrance without an invitation on hand. Dean followed him still stunned by the appearance of Ellen.

"Sam… and Dean? Hi, how nice of you to show up. Come in," ushered Karen. "We're really into these things so we decided to check it out," answered Sam. "Well, I still need to hold my post and wait for our guests," she said regretting to be assigned on the entrance. She caught Dean looking at her body, which was draped in a full-length, halter-top, black gown, outlining her body. She looked prettier with her hair braided at the back without her glasses. "Nice curves," thought Dean.

They stayed near the entrance, pretending to be busy examining the artifacts on the exhibit, glancing now and then to the entrance, and ultimately avoiding Jo or Ellen. After a long while, their wait ended when a nicely propped, mid 20s, tall, handsome man appeared on the entrance with a bouquet of flowers on hand and a bottle of wine on the other. "That's our target," whispered Sam.

They did not notice Jo appearing and walking towards the newly arrived guest. "Chris, I'm so happy to see you," Jo spoke eagerly, kissing Chris on the lips and hugging him tightly. "Darling, I'm just as excited to see you, too," he said and handed the bouquet of flowers to her.

"Well, thank you! Come on, my mom and my grandparents are here, and they're also excited to see you." She put her hand on his arm and walked inside the hall.

"Damned lucky guy," murmured Dean.

Title: Sacrifice

Characters: Sam, Dean, Jo (Dean+Jo)

Rating: PG-13

Chapters: 3/?

Spoilers: AU, some bits and pieces of Season 2 and 3.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: Dean with Sam and Jo on his final hours.

This is my first fanfic. No beta was made. I just had this itch to write about my favorite OTP.  Feedbacks are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 3

New York City, New York

"Am I qualified?" asked Jo before jumping in the dark pit.

Sam woke up with the same dream as before but he could now decipher the words and recognize the person, who fell into what seemed like hell or sort of. He will have a hard time falling back to sleep so he got out of bed and prepared for their trip to New York. He glanced at the window and looked at the beautiful sunrise.  'Aahhh, life is really beautiful!!' he whispered to himself and stretched out his tensed body.

"Good morning, Dean," greeted Sam. "Morning, Sammy," coughed Dean.

Sam went out to get breakfast while Dean readied his bags for his weapons, salt, and holy water. Sam showed up with coffee, fries, and burgers and set the food on the table. He ate slowly and steadily while Dean shoveled his food into his mouth hastily.

"Breathe, Dean. You've had enough. You're way over the calorie limit now," reminded Sam. "Dude, in two months, I will be a dead meat. Why would I care about calories and fats," Dean answered back.

Sam was silenced by Dean's answer. He has tried almost everything to redeem Dean from his impending doom. He is not giving up yet but Dean seemed to have already accepted his fate.

"No more dreams, Sam?" Dean asked in between swallows. Sam nodded and finished his meal.

Both were silent on their way out of the hotel. Dean drove the impala while Sam seated beside him on the passenger's seat. Dean broke the silence by playing an Extreme tape.

Saying 'I love you' is not the words I want to hear from you….

"Do me a favor, Dean.  My ears are bleeding to death. Please, change you player so you could update your music. There are such things as CDs and DVDs," Sam pleaded. "Err, you're riding in my baby, I'm the driver, I'm older, and I get to choose the music, okay!" Dean exploded.

"Yeah, whatever, Leonardo," frowned Sam. "Leonardo?" queried Dean in a puzzled look.

"Leonardo, "the king of the world…."  Remember Titanic?" explained Sam, wrinkling a tiny smile on his face. 'Well, I got you this time, Dean. You love to quote movies, right? There you go.'

"Sorry, hopeless romantic little brother. Those movies were out of my league.  Yet still, I enjoyed watching Rose's nude scene. 'Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls, wearing this ... wearing only this.'" Dean said imitating Kate Winslet with the girly accent and gestures.

"Awesome!" both shouted and laughed their way through their road trip.

"Yo Dean, let's just book a flight to New York. It's a long trip from Michigan to New York. We're on a tight schedule, you know," asked Sam looking at his brother and sensing his anxiety. "Meeting Jo is already pissing me off and you want to aggravate my situation by asking me to board an airplane. Fuck!" blurted Dean angrily.

"Your aviophobia will not be cured on its own. Face you fear," Sam stated in as a matter-of-fact tone. "What ablio … phobia? Why don't you just say fear of airplanes?! I'm driving and I'm off to New York on this car. You can fly to New York and wait for me there." Dean protested and increased the volume of the radio.

Sam sat quietly and did not respond to prevent any more argument. He was not sure if Dean was really anxious about flying or meeting Jo in New York. They both have issues to settle with Jo after their not so romantic tryst in Duluth, Minnesota. He had no idea about what happened but he felt the need to apologize to Jo about his ordeal. He was also sensing tension, anxiety, and anticipation emanating from his brother. 'Let's see how he copes up with this,' he muttered.

* * *

They arrived in New York early in the morning. Both were exhausted and sore from days of driving. They rested and fell asleep in the impala in front of their targeted location. Sam awoken first and surveyed the area - high skyscrapers, fast food chains, traffic, and people walking in every direction.

Dean was on his feet leaning on the impala when his brother arrived. He thought food and shower were his necessities right now. He felt agitated and anxious but tried to calm himself. "Let's not cross paths Jo, please, please."

They ate their breakfast in a nearby coffee shop and discussed about their plans on this hunt. Sam browsed on his laptop to check for updates. He was relieved to see the updates on the blog.

"What's the name of our man, Sam?" asked Dean. "Chris Corgan," he replied.

"He mentioned that he will be visiting a gallery about ancient artifacts today. I think we're on the right track. And, he's still alive," Sam stated. "Okay, we'll protect the victim, kill the bitch, and get us outta here," Dean replied with urgency in his voice.

Dean entered the building and stayed in the lobby. It was a one-storey building with modern landscape and architecture. He called Sam and asked to inform him when their target arrived. He walked around and saw a beautiful brunette waiting at the entrance of the exhibit. He checked out the brunette girl, who is clad in a business suit, black pants and jackets with a white top. He stared at the girl's ass despite the suit. When the girl turned, he saw her beautiful face, deep seated eyes under her thin glasses, red pouty lips, pointed nose appropriate for her face, and hair drawn back in a clamp. She wore only a little makeup on her silky white skin. "Wow, just my type," he muttered to himself and wondered when was the last time he got laid.

The girl noticed his stare, got irritated, and went inside the reception area to avoid his gaze.

Meanwhile, Sam waited patiently inside the impala. He intently looked at every person coming out of the expensive cars, filling up the parking lot. He could not stand the high temperature inside the impala so he decided to follow Dean inside the building.

"Chris arrived yet?" Dean asked. Sam shook his head and head towards Dean in the lobby. He was greeted by the brunette girl that Dean had checked out a while ago.

"You looked familiar," said the girl pointing her index finger on her temple, thinking. She looked at Sam closely and her face lit up when she finally gathered her thoughts. "Sam Winchester from Stanford University, right?"

Sam gave a puzzled look and stared at the beautiful lady in front of him and turned to face Dean questioningly. Dean just shrugged and walked toward Sam. "I am sorry if I don't recognize you. It's been three years since Stanford," replied Sam apologetically.

"You don't know me but I know you. I've read your profile. My brother got your spot in Law School because you did not appear for the interview," she stated. "By the way, I'm Karen Hayes," she said extending her hand for a handshake. Sam took her hand and introduced his brother, Dean. Before Dean could even extend his hand, Karen excused herself and went to the reception area to take a call. She wrote something on a paper and gave it to Sam before going back to the gallery.

"Dude, I'm jealous. I saw her first," exclaimed Dean.

Title: Sacrifice
Characters: Sam, Dean, Jo (Dean+Jo)
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 2/?
Spoilers: AU, some bits and pieces of Season 2 and 3.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Dean with Sam and Jo on his final hours.

This is my first fanfic. No beta was made. I just had this itch to write about my favorite OTP.  Feedbacks are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 2
 

Lapeer, Michigan

On their way to Lapeer, Michigan, Dean was on the driver's seat (as usual) and Sam opted to sit on the back. He wanted to take a nap because he had not had enough sleep last night. Dean allowed him to sit there and drove silently without the heavy metal music he was accustomed to while driving.

Sam has laid his back on the back seat and gradually fallen into a deep sleep.

He found himself in an unfamiliar place. There were adults talking and drinking beer on some sort of a park and kids were playing on the other side of the park. He could see little kids, ages 5 and up playing on the playground, on the swings, everywhere. He saw a blonde girl crying. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail with all innocence. He saw superficial abrasions on her knees. He picked her up and put her small handkerchief to cover the cuts. He saw her mother coming and he gave the child to her mother. He observed the surrounding and heard about ghosts, demons, hunting, etc. After a while, the blonde girl came back and gave him something.

Sam suddenly got out of his reverie when the impala jumped when it hit a rock and heard Dean swear under his breath.

"Careful Dean!" he shouted. "Sorry princess, if I woke you up from your very pleasant dream," Dean answered back jokingly.

"Dean, will you stop calling me princess." he demanded. "Okay princess, got that. I mean, okay, little miss sunshine. Is that alright?"  Dean uttered. He did not answer but faced Dean angrily.

"Okay, okay, sleeping beauty? Freddy Krueger? Johnny Depp?"  Dean named further. "Johnny Depp?? What's Johnny Depp got to do with me?" he asked.

"Johnny Depp, you don't know? He was in the Elm Street movie and got suck from his bed, big time! Dude, you really have to watch more horror movies while we're on this hunting business," Dean explained. Sam shook his head and glanced at the passing scenery along the road.

"Dude, what is it this time? I guess no more Freddy Krueger character eh? You seemed to be enjoying your dream. We're you making out with Jess or something?" Dean chuckled, eyeing Sam on the mirror in front. He hit Dean on his back before he could tell another word. "Hey! I'm older and I need some respect here!" Dean demanded. "Bitch!" Sam answered back.

Sam decided to tell him about the dream while they were traveling along a dusty road. Dean was silent while Sam narrated his dream. The dream was different from the previous one. It was pleasant and comforting. He remembered every detail until it was cut short by the car galloping on a rock.

"So, what do you think, Dean?" he grinned, feeling excited about his brother's interpretation of his dream. "Well Sammy, I think you are a knight in shining armor sans the sword and the horse. That's it!" Dean exclaimed.

"That's really deep, Dean. You really used a lot of brain cells to come up with that interpretation." he said mockingly. He felt frustrated about Dean's answer. He shook the dream away, went over his laptop, and wrote the addresses of the victims to avert his thoughts from the dream and focus on the hunt.

* * *

The Winchester brothers dressed themselves in power suits because they were investigating high profile personalities in this Michigan town.

The common denominator in the pattern of death of the four victims was water-related. At first, they went to an empty house of the first victim. It was evacuated by the occupants after the death of their son and migrated to another state. The second victim was a female swimmer and drowning as the type of death was very unlikely. They had a hard time investigating and profiling the victims at this time and decided to eat their lunch at noon. They continued the information gathering after their lunch. They entered the busy corner of the town where the third victim worked and found out she died in her office with water in her lungs. And, the fourth victim lived outside the town where he used to manage a farm. He was bitten by one of his canine while in the field, contacted rabies, and died shortly after the incident.

Sam went to the local library to research on the persons involved while Dean drove the impala, checked in a hotel, and waited for Sam from his research. He put salt on every corner of the room, windows, doors, etc., carefully examining his work for any breach that would allow supernatural beings from entering. When he was satisfied with his work, he felt exhausted and drifted to sleep, not minding to change into more comfortable clothes.

Sam arrived at the hotel and saw Dean sleeping. He rested and tiptoed to the bathroom to take his shower. He was still thinking about the dream he had. He turned the water on the tub while contemplating. "Jess is not the blonde girl in my previous dream," he thought. "She is not associated with the hunting business. Who else is blonde with a background in hunting?" he paused and turned off the tub. "Oh my God….Jo?" he exclaimed louder and heard knocking on the bathroom door.

"Sammy, are you okay?" Dean asked. "Yeah Dean," he replied.

Sam went out from the bathroom fully clothed and saw Dean watching television. He sat on the edge of his assigned bed and got his laptop out of his bag.

"What's up dude?" Dean asked. Sam turned his laptop on and blurted all the information he gathered while Dean, listened very carefully on his litany.

"I found out that all the victims were sons or daughters of prominent families in this town. Tracing from their genealogy, they were descendants of a tribunal, which was responsible in the execution of many suspected citizens of various crimes in the 1950s. The tribunal consisted of five members and they were tasked to bestow judgment to be implemented by the local police. Most of these executions were not documented, so it will be very hard for us to pinpoint exactly, who killed those victims 50 years after."

"Wait, you said that the tribunal consisted of five members and the victims we have here were already four. So, who is the next victim?" asked Dean with seriousness on his tone.

"I found out that the last descendant of the fifth member of the tribunal is…. check this out." he arrogantly grinned self-complacently. "The next victim is the same author of the blog I am browsing. Unfortunately, he went to New York to meet up with his thesis mates in college to attend an exhibition or some sort." "I hope he's still alive."

"Dude, if the ghost responsive of this had booked a ticket to New York, I think it will be there in an hour's time to erase the last victim," replied Dean.

Sam smirked, "another thing, Dean. I think you might not be happy to hear this." "Cut the crap out and bring it on!" blurted Dean. "Our blogger's thesis mates included …..pausing…  Joanna Beth Harvelle," uttered Sam, awaiting for Dean's reaction.

 
"Damned…"

Title: Sacrifice

Characters: Sam, Dean, Jo (Dean+Jo)

Rating: PG-13
Chapters:  1/?

Spoilers: AU, some bits and pieces of Season 2 and 3.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: Dean with Sam and Jo on his final hours.

This is my first fanfic. No beta was made. I just had this itch to write about my favorite OTP.  Feedbacks are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 1

Flint, Michigan

"Jess…Jessica…. nooooo!"

Dean was awakened by Sam's protest and approached his bed to wake him up, tapping his shoulder. "Hey Sammy, are you okay?" Sam opened his eyes and collected his thoughts before answering Dean. Beads of sweats were falling on his forehead.  "I saw Jess jumping in a dark pit. I tried to stop her…" he answered half awake, half scared.

"You're having a nightmare or a vision? Jess?" Dean asked with brows pointing like big question marks. "It's been almost three years, dude. You should have forgiven yourself and moved on," he stated with a confused expression, looking at his brother's eyes.

Sam got out of bed and glanced at the window, intentionally avoiding his older brother's gaze. He looked at the alarm clock resting on the side table to check out the time. "Dean, I've forgiven myself and I've moved on," he answered decisively and went to the bathroom to wash his face and rid him of the nightmare he had just experienced.

He went out of the bathroom and saw Dean still awake and waiting for him. "You sure you don't want to talk about it, Sam?" Dean queried and went back to bed when he saw Sam's nod.

He sat on the edge of his bed and thought of the dream or vision that he had about Jessica. He concentrated on the bits and pieces that he still remembered. He could not recollect everything but he remembered Jess falling or jumping in a dark pit. When he concentrated more, he was not sure if it was really Jessica. All he saw was a blonde girl. She said something but he could not decipher what she has stated. He shook his head and went back to bed. 'May be I was just tired and missed her or something,' he told to himself. He went back to sleep and was asleep in an instant.

* * *

When Dean woke up, he saw his younger brother sitting on the edge of his bed occupied with his laptop. "Good morning, Dean," he said, still looking at his laptop and sipping coffee on his right hand.

"Good morning, princess. It's really early in the morning, Sam. Are you researching about Freddy Krueger? Try googling Elm Street," he replied jokingly. Sam smirked to tell Dean he did not find him amusing.

Dean yawned and stretched out his body to rid him of the soreness. He slept on the smaller bed because Sam had the bigger bed. His head is still throbbing from the fragmented sleep he had last night because of Sam's dream. 'Was it a dream, a nightmare, or a vision?' he uttered to himself while checking at his face on the bathroom mirror. He slipped out of his clothes and took a hot shower to refresh his body. 'Today's a new day and a new hunt. I still have two months to go, so I gotta seize the day. Carpe diem," he thought. He went out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his mesomorphic body and rummaged in his duffel bag to look for decent clothing. He settled for a white shirt and loose denim pants then went to Sam's to check on his search.

"So, are you checking on some porn site? I have a credit card here, courtesy of, damn I forgot his name," he declared disturbing Sam from his search. Dean looked at the monitor and decided to get the coffee and muffins sitting on the table to put something on his empty stomach. "Dude, do your techie thing and I will just be here when you're ready to talk," he voiced primarily to himself because Sam's too engrossed with his work. He silently ate his breakfast and browse on his cell phone to check out a girl's phone numbers given to him last night after accomplishing a successful hunt.

He dialed the girl's phone number, "Hey, it's Dean. Dean. The handsome dude you encountered last night. I was just wondering if….." "Dean!" Sam cut him off.

"Hey, something came up. I'll call you later, okay. Bye for now," replied Dean. "Dude, that was a hot chick. Did you find him?" he retorted. "Who?" replied Sam.

"Freddy Kruger. Hello? Knock, knock! Nightmare on Elm Street?" he recited. Sam only gave him a shrug and continued to type on his computer.

"Seriously Dean, I think I found something that will interest you." he stated. "According to the local newspaper in Lapeer, four deaths were reported there." he again stated.

"So?" asked Dean with arched eyebrows. "All of the deaths were from prominent families. Two were drowned, the other one died of extensive hydrothorax, and the last one died of hydrophobia after being bitten by a canine." Sam explained.

"Dude, can you elucidate further. Your words are rather scholarly, academic, and medical that my less convoluted brain is not well accustomed to. In other words, cut the crap and go straight to the point!" Dean demanded. "If my intuition is right, all of these people's deaths were related to water." Sam reported.

"So, are we dealing with a ghost, a hellbound, or a something?" Dean asked. "I don't know yet, Dean. I still have to check out this blog but the blogger stopped updating. He said that he will be busy. He's going to New York and will try to update as soon as he has time, sort of." Sam answered.

"Let's check out the whereabouts of these persons and we'll go from there." he answered back. Sam nodded and collected his laptop and belongings and dumped them to his duffel bag.

"It will only be a couple of hours drive from here. Come on princess. It's show time!!" Dean exclaimed. Sam followed suit and closed the door behind the hotel room. The impala was just parked in front of the dilapidated hotel and the Winchester brothers slammed the doors and braced themselves for a new hunt.