'I was born the seventh in the first week,
While judgment and righteousness still endured.
And after me there shall arise in the second week great wickedness,
And deceit shall have sprung up;
And in it there shall be the first end.
-XCIII.XCI. 12-17 The Apocalypse of Weeks, Book of Enoch-
Dean shifted around in the bed trying to get comfortable. It was useless though. He hissed in pain when he moved a little too far to one side and pulled at his stitches.
“You shouldn’t do that.”
His head shot up at the voice. Jo was leaning casually against the doorframe arms crossed over her chest. Dean nodded as he watched her.
“There are a lot of things I shouldn’t do.”
She sighed and walked into the room.
“How you feelin’?”
“Been better, but then again I’ve also been worse.”
She nodded and he could tell she wanted to say something else, but was debating on whether or not she should. He patted a spot on the edge of the bed and she glanced at it.
“Why don’t you sit. I promise I won’t bite…unless you ask super nice.”
He smirked and she cracked a smile before sitting down next to him. Jo was feeling a lot of things right now, but first and foremost she was feeling relieved. When she saw Dean fall out there…she was terrified. The only thing that kept going through her head was their conversation the night before.
‘“If anything happens to me…promise me you’ll leave me there.”
She couldn’t…she couldn’t leave him and it almost cost her both their lives. It was time to face the facts. She was in love with Dean Winchester and nothing she did was ever going to change that. It was pretty much a known fact.
If Sam, her mother, and Bobby didn’t already know then her stupidity last night had proved it. She cleared her throat and looked up at Dean. He was just sitting quietly, resting his head against the headboard.
“How’d you know?”
“How’d I know what?”
“That something was gonna happen? Dean you practically predicted the future the other night…how’d you know the hellhounds would get you?”
Dean sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.
“Jo…it’s complicated, but it all worked out for the best. You’re fine…I’m fine…yeah Lucifer can’t be killed by the Colt…but we’ll find another way. We aren’t letting him win this war.”
She nodded and he could see the determination on her face.
“No we’re not….”
Her voice trailed off and she looked at him with a small grin.
“By the way…thanks.”
“You watched my back…I was just returning the favor.”
An awkward silence settled over them as Jo struggled for something to say.
“Uh…you need anything? Food…drink…entertainment?”
Dean raised an eyebrow and Jo blushed slightly.
“I meant the TV…or something.”
Dean chuckled. There was a slight tone of annoyance in his voice, but his eyes were warm when he spoke.
“Nope, your mom was already up here fluffing my pillows, feeding me food, and basically treating me like a 5-year-old who can’t fend for himself.”
Jo laughed and gave Dean a wicked grin.
“Oh please admit it. There’s a part of you that enjoys having a mother type person taking care of you.”
He gave her a noncommittal shrug and picked invisible lint off the blanket he was using. Jo reached out and traced his chest lightly where the bandage covered it. He felt a chill go up his spine as a trail of warmth followed her fingers on his naked chest.
His voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke softly.
She looked up at the sound of his voice and met his eyes. What she saw there was definitely not exhaustion. His eyes had darkened and she let out a shaky breath when he placed his hand over the one on his chest.
Her body hummed to life and she tried to slow down her heart by counting to ten in her head. She felt his hand reach up and graze her cheek. She licked her lips and his eyes flicked down to them as if just now noticing how close she was.
She saw him wince as he leaned forward slightly stopping inches away from her lips. A smirk quirked at the corner of his lips and there was amusement in his voice.
“You gonna let loose another right hook on me? Cause not that I don’t enjoy getting hit in the face by a girl, but I’m not sure I could take a punch that good in my current condition.”
Her breath caught in her throat and before she even realized it she was moving forward, lips latching onto his. Their tongues dueling for dominance as Dean pulled her slightly closer with his good arm. As soon as her body was against his he broke off the kiss as the air was knocked out of him.
She shifted and frowned.
He made a face as he moved slowly.
“Don’t be…it was my fault.”
She pulled back from him and he left her go. She stood up quickly and ran a hand through her hair.
“So much for not complicating things.”
“Hey…you kissed me this time.”
“You tricked me…but I’ll let it slide ‘cause your injured. Let’s just chalk this little kiss up to exhaustion and medication…sound good?”
Jo rolled her eyes and started to head out of the room when Dean called out to her. She stopped and turned. He opened his mouth and then closed it. He wasn’t sure what to say. It was obvious by his actions that he cared about Jo more than he wanted to.
He always had, but that didn’t change who he was or the fact that they were in the middle of a war they might not live through. Dean would never be the type that could settle down, he knew that…so telling her how he felt…well it just wasn’t worth it right now.
They never seemed to get their ‘right place, right time’ but Dean could live with that. As long as she was alive and they were fighting on the same side, they didn’t need to be together. He could be happy with having her in his life in whatever capacity he could.
“You did good today. You held everything together when I couldn’t…so…you know…thanks.”
“It’s what I do. Get some rest Deano…I’m glad I didn’t leave you behind…”
She smiled and left the room. Dean sighed and leaned his head against the headboard again. Lucifer couldn’t be killed, Death had been raised, and Dean had no clue how the five of them were going to stop the apocalypse, but for some reason right now he couldn’t be too upset about that.
He already knew this was how it was gonna turn out…the only difference was they had Jo and Ellen back on their side. For once Dean hadn’t failed. He’d managed to save her…to save Ellen. Was the war over? Not even close. Would things probably get worse?
Absolutely…but at least they wouldn’t be going into battle alone. He closed his eyes and a look of contentment settled over his face…
When Dean’s breathing evened out Gabriel emerged from the shadows a small grin on his face. Turning back time hadn’t been easy. It had taken a lot of convincing on his part, but he knew it would be a worthwhile opportunity.
His brothers had wondered why he was trying to help the human who refused to help them, but Gabriel had always had a soft spot for particular humans. After all he was known as an Angel of Mercy in the Christian Bible…today Dean Winchester saved a woman he cared deeply about…
Something most of Gabriel’s kind would find frivolous…but the next time Dean fought against Lucifer he’d fight harder than he ever had because now he had something to fight for. He’d probably never have a future with Jo Harvelle.
It’s likely they wouldn't even make it out of the apocalypse alive, but then again maybe Dean would surprise him. He had to be the most stubborn human Gabriel had ever met. And if he had to bet on someone winning this war…his money was on Dean Winchester…