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Not What She Seems-Chapter 5: The One With The Chick Flick Moment

**Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters. I do, however, own both O/Cs. Also, there's some smut. I'd like to think it's fairly classy smut, and it's not a lot, but if that offends your gentle nature I would advise against reading this. Also there’s some language, and is one of the longest chapters so far.

Chapter Description: Dean is frustrated by the lack of info Garth is finding, and decides to try to find the answers at the local bar. Sam figures out a shocking answer to their situation, and is unsure of how to handle it. Dean tells Sam a secret.

Dean x OC, Sam x OC (friendship)

Sam and Dean had checked into the hotel, changed clothes, and went back out to try to find someone that would know anything about Ava. Garth had called to let them know he hadn't found anything solid yet, but he was still working on it. He'd gotten a lead from someone regarding a couple of hunters that may have had a child, a little girl, but they had both been killed during a hunt. No one knew or could remember the child's name, what she looked like, or where she could have ended up.

"Well, that's super fuckin' helpful, Garth. That could literally be any hunter's orphaned kid. It's not like we have a shortage of those." Sam could hear Garth's tiny voice, calm and reassuring despite the profane litany Dean was spewing at him. "I honestly don't give a shit. Call back when you actually have something useful. Actually, call Sam, because I'd like to keep some of my damn brain cells." He'd hung up on Garth at that point, and Sam had quietly texted him to apologize.

"What is your problem?" he'd asked. Dean had grumbled about how if people were going to give him stupid fucking answers they may as well expect a smart ass response and had stomped off to the bathroom, which left Sam to pay the bill and cast an apologetic look to anyone that heard the exchange.

Now they were sitting outside of Ben's office, waiting for his boss to come back from his lunch break so that they could talk to him. Dean had been quiet since his outburst at the diner and Sam had left him to stew.

"You alright?" Dean shrugged.

"No worse than normal." He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and sighed. "This whole thing is stupid. A wild goose chase. None of this makes any sense."

"We'll figure it out. We always do." Sam looked at his watch. "Ben's boss should be back now, let's go." As they crossed the parking lot, Dean looked up at the building.

"What'd this guy do, anyway?" It was Sam's turn to shrug.

"Dunno. Something to do with computers, I think. I'm not entirely sure what we're going to find here, but I'm hoping someone knows more about Ava. Maybe he left his work computer behind." The receptionist buzzed them into the main office.

"You must be Agents Perry and Tyler." Sam nodded as he shook his hand.

"Yes, sir. You must be Mr. Brighton." The man smiled.

"You can just call me Matt. My dad is Mr. Brighton. Please, have a seat." Dean took the chair closest to the door, and let Sam take the lead.

"First of all, I'd like to say how very sorry I am for your loss, Mr. Brighton...Matt." Matt nodded.

"Ben was a good man. He certainly didn't deserve what happened to him."

"Was there anyone at all that he had trouble with, any enemies or anything?"

"Ben? Oh, absolutely not. Everyone loved him. He helped everyone, always went above and beyond. He was a great worker, and we were planning on promoting him again. You couldn't ask for a better co-worker or friend." Dean shifted uncomfortably.

"What about his girlfriend?" Matt smiled sadly.

"Ava. She's a sweet girl. She's a bit on the odd side, but she's always been friendly towards me." Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Odd? What made her odd?"

"Ben didn't discuss too much about it with me, but it sounded like she had a bit of a...rough past, I guess you could say. Nothing that she could have helped, but it affected her socially I think. She wasn't super friendly in that she would go out of her way to talk to you, but if you talked to her first she'd be very friendly and kind. She constantly had a sketchbook in her hand, although I never saw any of her work. Ben brought her to a couple of holiday parties, but she mostly kept to herself. Beautiful girl, but something about her was kind of...unsettling. I think people wondered why Ben was even with her. But I'll tell you, the sun rose and set with that girl, she was Ben's life. I hope you find her." Sam nodded.

"So do we. Is there any way we can get access to Ben's work? We just need to cross all the t's, dot all the i's. If we could maybe get his laptop if it's here, we can rule out any possibilities that would be work related."

"Yea, sure. Normally this wouldn't be an option, client confidentiality and all that, but I'm guessing the FBI being involved rules that out, huh?" He turned to walk out, but then paused and looked back at them. "This has been really hard on us. I hope you find the bastard that did it." Matt left to get Ben's laptop and files. Dean leaned back and rolled his eyes.

"She's odd because she's quiet and keeps to herself? What kind of bullshit answer is that?" Sam glared at Dean, finally reaching a breaking point with his attitude.

"Can you at least wait until we are out of this building before you start mouthing off? I'd like to get the stuff we came here for before you get us kicked out," Sam hissed. Dean returned the glare and fell silent. Matt returned with a box of folders and Ben's laptop bag.

"Here gentleman, I hope this helps." Sam gave Matt a genuine smile.

"I'm sure it will, thanks Matt."

Sam sat at the table, looking through Ben's files and laptop. Ben had started out doing over the phone troubleshooting for various electronics. He had succeeded at that and had been working on various projects, and although still on the phone, he was managing larger accounts. Sam been staring at account records for at least two hours, and had found nothing. He stood and stretched while looking at the map he had put up on the wall.

"Find anything?" Sam shook his head.

"No, not yet." He looked at Dean and groaned. The elder Winchester was leaned back on the bed, looking at a copy of Busty Asian Beauties and was in the middle of feeding the Magic Fingers another quarter. "Could you maybe help me with this instead of making me feel uncomfortable?" Dean grinned.

"I'm in my happy place, Sam. Happy place." Sam grimaced.

"Let's hope not too happy. Can you please just not?" Dean rolled his eyes and tossed the magazine on the night stand.

"Whatever, Poindexter." He stood and cracked his knuckles. "I'm going out." Sam looked at him, exasperated.

"What happened to 'catching the son of a bitch that did this'?" Dean shrugged his jacket on and paused as he opened the door.

"Looks like you've got it covered here. Maybe someone at the bar will know something."

"Yea, or maybe you'll find the answer at the bottom of a whiskey bottle." As soon as he said it, Sam regretted it. He waited for Dean to go off on him, but instead Dean looked at him with what appeared to be sadness, but then his face hardened and he turned to walk out the door.

"Fuck you, Sam. Don't wait up." He slammed the door behind him and Sam sighed. He shouldn't have said anything to him about his drinking habits. He'd been worried about Dean and alcohol for awhile, but he'd learned to pick his battles. This hadn't been a good time to bring it up. He was confused about Dean's wishy washy attitude, one minute absolutely against taking the case, then declaring he was going to take care of it, and now back to not caring. Sam decided that confronting him about it later would be the best course of action and looked back at the map. The addresses of each victim were circled, including Ben and Ava, plus the locations where each body was found. Although they weren't grouped around a particular spot, they were still scattered around the same area of town. He leaned against the table, stretching his back as he stared at Ben's laptop. He knew there was a connection, but damned if he could actually see it.

"Dammit..." He flopped back into the chair and scrolled through the accounts Ben had been responsible for. Most of them were fairly large accounts, ones that been with his company for years, but scattered throughout were newer start up businesses that had only been with them for a year or two. They all had lists of employees and addresses for the businesses themselves. Each account also included phone numbers for each of the employees, which their own sub-account was linked to so that when they called for help, Ben could annotate which associate he had helped and what he had done. The entire system was something that Ben himself had come up with a couple of years ago, and it was impressive. He stopped scrolling. One of the addresses had caught his eye. He clicked on the account and browsed through the names. Nothing seemed off, but his eyes were drawn back to the address. He glanced back at the map, then back at the computer. "Wait..." He went back to the map and looked closer. In the middle of all the body drops, the address he had recognized had appeared. Although listed as a business, the address was in the warehouse district, on the far corner away from the ones that had been reclaimed. Sam entered the address into a map search and pulled up the street view. The building was old and appeared untouched. A fence surrounded, an old rusty chain link with wicked looking barbed wire topping it. Since the street dead ended at the far end of the lot, he couldn't see what the rest of the building looked like. He checked the account again; the business name was Hayya and Sons, the same company that owned the warehouse. "Hayya...hayya..." Something felt familiar about the word, and he grabbed his father's journal and began flipping through the pages. He found what he was looking for and stared at the translation, his heart in his throat as he realized what the word meant. "Living thing..." He flipped back and forth, trying to find another option, another explanation, but came back to the page labeled 'Eve, mother of monsters'. "Holy shit," he whispered to no one. "He's an alpha. An alpha vetala." He still wasn't sure how that connected to the brutality of the attacks and the obvious sexual assault on the last two girls, but he had a terrible feeling he wouldn't like the answer when he finally found one. He fumbled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Dean. The phone went straight to voicemail. "Dammit, Dean, answer your goddamn phone. You need to get back here. I think I know what's going on. I don't know what to do, man. Just...get back here." He tossed the phone on the table and ran a hand over his tired eyes. Why would an alpha go to all this trouble? He sat down at his own laptop. It was too late to call Garth, but he hoped he could find something online that would be somewhat useful. "Probably not," he sighed. The vetala had kept his previous victims for at least a month and Ava had only been gone a week. Sam hoped that he stuck to his pattern now.

Sam jerked awake at the sound of the door crashing open. He grimaced as he raised his head from the awkward position on the table. Dean slammed the door behind him and threw his jacket on the chair opposite of Sam, whistling to himself.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Sam's eyes narrowed against the sudden burst of light as Dean turned on the lamp, then plopped on the bed to take off his boots.

"Dude, it's two in the morning." Dean grinned.

"Well, that's true. Technically morning though, right?" Sam glared at him silently. "Did you find anything?"

"If you'd bother answering your damn phone, you'd know."

"Oh Sammy, so bitchy, even for you. Just tell me what you found." So, Sam did. He explained how a dummy corporation had been set up in order to purchase the warehouse, and how that same corporation had set up a phony account with Ben's company. He explained how all the numbers listed as employees were related to the dead girls, and also to a multitude of other missing persons spanning several states. Although their phones had been left behind, he had somehow duplicated their number, and had never been caught using them. He'd used them to contact Ben on several occasions. He explained that the name of the company was the Hebrew word for living thing, and how that had led him to their father's journal, specifically the section regarding Eve and the alphas. Dean sat quietly listening, wishing that he had been slightly more sober when he'd come back, because everything that Sam said was fuzzy and he was having trouble concentrating on it. He kept reminding himself that this was important, this is how they'd find the girl and save the day, but all he could think about was her laughing, so carefree and happy. Not quite like Jo, she'd had a lot of baggage. But it was his baggage. She'd been the only person who had truly understood his life, and the dangers and bullshit that went with it. She had understood the tumultuous relationship he had with Sam sometimes and had never tried to force him to forgive and forget when all he wanted was to scream. She didn't judge his drinking, hell, she joined him...because she knew that that was sometimes the only way the nightmares would go away. She had made him feel less broken. He was sick of losing people who deserved better. Dean lurched to his feet.

"We've gotta find her, man. She's alone with that dick, who knows what he wants to do with her, what he's already done." He stumbled towards the door but Sam stood and placed a hand gently on his brother's chest.

"Dude, you are in no shape. It's two in the morning, and we have no idea why he's doing what he's doing. He's kept the others for a long time, we've got time. Not to mention we have no idea what to expect from an alpha vetala...this is new territory and we need to be ready. We know where the building is, we just have to make sure-" Dean shoved him, hard, anger flashing across his face.

"I'm fine, goddammit. Jo is out there, and she needs us. We can't just leave her, man." Sam looked at Dean confused.

"Jo? What are you talking about?" Dean tried to push past Sam again, but Sam held his ground. "Jo is gone, Dean...she's gone. We're looking for Ava. Ava." Dean stopped trying to get past Sam and stared at him blankly.

"That's what I said. Ava." Sam gently guided Dean to the bed and pushed him into a sitting position.

"No, dude, you said Jo." He pulled the chair over to sit across from his brother and leaned forward. Dean was not into sharing, but Sam realized that this went beyond just some girl that happened to look like their friend. "Spill, man. What is your deal? I haven't heard you mention Jo in years. I know Ava kinda looks like her-" Dean looked at him sharply. "Okay, really looks like her, but...why now? I miss her too, her and Ellen. I just don't understand why it's such a big deal now..." The look on Dean's face stopped him. The older man looked desperate and lost. He dropped his head and Sam could tell he was trying to hide his tears. "Hey, I'm sorry...we don't have to talk about it, okay? I didn't mean to bring up something...' he trailed off as Dean shook his head.

"It's fine," he said brusquely. "I...something happened." Sam watched Dean quietly, not wanting to push him. After a moment, Dean looked up at the ceiling and took a shaky breath. "It was one of the times you split, and I was staying with Bobby..."

Dean paced back and forth in the gravel, muttering to himself and getting more and more angry. The junkyard was quiet except for the crunch of his boots and mumbled obscenities. "'Gotta be on my own, Dean, I have to do this on my own.' What a crock of shit." He threw his beer bottle at one of the wrecks and it shattered, the glass glinting in the moonlight.

"Whoa there, tiger, calm down." Dean glanced up to see Jo walking towards him, an open beer in each hand. "It's a good thing I thought you might need a refill." Dean grunted and accepted the beer as he leaned against the Impala. "Sam?"

"Oh, not you too. I get it, he's an adult, he can make his own choices. Don't go looking for him." Jo chuckled and Dean glared at her. She held her hands up as if to surrender.

"Not what I was going to say." She leaned against the Impala, dangerously close to Dean, her hip almost grazing his.

"What were you going to say?" he asked gruffly, acutely aware of just how close she was sitting.

"I was going to say you have every right to be upset. He shouldn't have left you." She took a sip of her beer and continued quietly. "He loves you, you know, way more than you could ever realize. You're his big brother, he'd do anything for you. And let's be honest, you were there for him way more than John ever was." She paused and looked at him out of the corner of her eye, expecting him to disagree. Dean said nothing. "Point is, the guy...he feels broken, less than. I can't imagine knowing that you have this...this thing...this darkness inside of you that you had no choice in. He's scared, Dean...he's scared of becoming a monster and turning into the things we hunt, but most importantly, he's scared of hurting you. Doesn't make it less upsetting to you that he left, though. And here you are, blaming yourself for a decision that he made. Newsflash, ace, it's not your fucking fault." She tilted her head back and stared at the stars. He looked at her with mild surprise. Jo was typically a girl of few words, but damn did she deliver when she decided to use them.

"Yea...maybe you're right."

"Do you ever just look up?" Dean laughed.

"Not usually. Good way to get your ass kicked." Jo smiled.

"You should try it. Nothing around to kick your ass now, unless you're scared of me, Winchester." He looked at her, her long blonde hair draped over one shoulder and a ghost of a smile on her lips, and realized just how scared of her he really was. He looked up and was amazed at how clear the sky was, the stars scattered across the darkness like diamonds on velvet. He put his hand down on the hood to steady himself and felt Jo's hand resting under his. He thought about moving it, and after realizing that he didn't want to, settled himself in closer to Jo, still looking at the sky. His heart jumped when he felt her lean into his side, her heat radiating through him. They stood that way for a moment, each trying to ignore how they could feel the other breathing they were standing so close, until Dean couldn't stand it anymore. He turned to look at her only to catch her staring at him. Slowly, he reached up and traced her jawline with his thumb, his green eyes locked with her deep brown, his heart racing, and tilted his head slightly as if asking her permission. She smiled, and cupping his hand around the back of her neck, Dean pulled her against him. Her lips were warm and soft on his, and he worked his mouth gently against hers. He couldn't help but run his tongue over her bottom lip, and he never in a million years had thought someone could taste so good, a mixture of vanilla and beer, and cinnamon. Her mouth opened slightly in response and he nervously slipped his tongue against hers, searching her mouth eagerly. He buried his hands in her hair and pulled her close, and felt her hands grip the front of his shirt. Jo nipped at his lower lip and Dean groaned. He pulled back, his lips barely touching Jo's, and leaned his forehead against hers.

"Jo..." he whispered, breathing her in, dizzy with her scent.

"Yea, ace? Having second thoughts?" He stroked her hair, amazed at how soft it was. He should be having second thoughts. It was dangerous, a stupid idea. Hunters died young, and they died nasty. The Winchesters had proven time and time again that to get close to them was almost like signing a death warrant. He should tell her that they had to stop, that it was a nice thought but that it would be better for her if they forgot about it and moved on. But he realized that it wouldn't be better for him, and for once in his short and bloody life, he wanted to be selfish.

"We probably shouldn't," he murmured as his lips brushed her ear. Jo shifted into him, her hips thrusting into his, and he felt his body react. She brought his face back to hers and smiled against his lips.

"It seems like not all of you agrees with that statement." Dean growled as he picked her up and sat her on the Impala's hood. She looked up at him then, and brought her hand up to his cheek. "I don't agree either." She pulled his face back to hers and kissed him hard, her hands roaming across his chest and around to his back. She gasped as Dean pushed himself between her legs, his large hands on her hips as he rocked into her. They stayed that way for a moment, tasting each other, exploring each other outside of their clothes like a couple of teenagers. She felt Dean's hand slide up from her hip, up under her shirt, and into her bra, cupping her breast softly with his calloused hand. She moaned against his mouth and she felt him smile. Without breaking their kiss, he unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it behind her on the windshield, then with one hand, took her bra off and tossed that too. "Impressive, Winchester," she whispered, "what else can you do?" He pulled away from her then, smile still on his lips, and pulled his shirt off. She couldn't help but stare. She had seen him shirtless before, had even patched him up a couple of times, but nothing prepared her for the way it felt when he pulled her into him, his bare skin sizzling against hers, his muscles rippling in all the right places. He leaned in close, his breath tickling her ear.

"Why don't I show you?" She wrapped her legs around his waist as he picked her up and carried her to the back of the Impala. She was amazed at how strong he was as he held her up with one arm and threw the back door open with the other. He gently laid her in the back seat then stood up, his hands on the button of his jeans. He paused and looked at her, as if expecting her to change her mind. She simply nodded at him, and he kicked his boots off, then removed his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. She looked at him hungrily, amazed at how built he was. She'd always thought he might be just as built below his belt as he was above, but he surpassed even what she expected. He slid in to join her in the backseat, and positioned himself above her. His green eyes flashed in the moonlight, and he paused again. She realized that he looked worried. "Are you sure, Jo? I can't promise...:" She placed a finger gently on his lips to silence him and smiled softly.

"In our world, who can?" Dean dipped down, breathing her in as his lips traced her collar bone. He felt her skin prickle at his touch, so he moved down slowly, teasing her as he went. He traced her nipple with his tongue lazily before pulling it fully into his mouth. Jo gasped, her breath hitching at the sensation of his breath and tongue as he gently sucked on her breast. Dean switched sides, placing his thumb and forefinger where his mouth once was and began flicking her other nipple gently with his tongue. He slid slowly down her belly, his whiskers leaving a trail of warmth on her skin. Dean kissed along the edge of where her jeans rested, focusing on each hip bone before slipping his hand under the band. There was a fire deep in her belly, and she ached for him to touch her. "Dean..." she whimpered, pushing her hips towards him as his finger slid down just enough to graze that tiny bundle of nerves. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as he barely touched it, teasing her. He wanted her to beg for it. "Dean...please...", but regretted it as soon as she said it because the delicious pressure his finger had left was gone. He pulled her jeans and panties off together and tossed them in the front seat. The sight of her pale skin and long blonde hair spread across the dark seat of the Impala, glowing in the moonlight, was almost too much for him to take. He resumed his position between her legs, nudging her knees apart so he could reach her better. Slowly, Dean ran a finger down her folds, teasing her entrance and spreading her wetness to her clit. He watched her, and his cock jumped when she dropped her head back and closed her eyes, practically purring. Gently, he slid his finger inside her, plunging in and out slowly as if testing the waters, making sure she was okay before he slipped a second finger in. The sounds she was making were killing him and he wanted nothing more than to be inside her, but she deserved more than that. He curved his fingers back towards him, hitting that sweet spot perfectly. She bucked her hips and cried out, nothing coherent, just a string of obscenities and moans. At that moment, Dean needed to taste her, wanted to know if her slit tasted as good as her mouth. He dipped his tongue into it, lapping at her wetness. "Sweet Jesus," she moaned as she buried her hands into Dean's hair.

"You can just call me Dean, sweetheart." His deep voice rumbled against her, and she felt herself getting close to the edge. She laughed and moaned at the same time.

"Dean it is," she replied, out of breath. Dean could feel that she was getting close, but he wasn't ready to let her go. He pulled himself up and away from her, settling on his knees. Jo looked at him, lust in her eyes and her mouth slightly open. He grabbed his cock and pumped it a couple of times and her heavy eyes watched him as he reached down and ran his hand through her wetness before stroking himself once more. He re-positioned himself over her, guiding his head just slightly outside of her entrance. Jo hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until he started to push inside of her. "Ohhhh..." Her eyes closed as she felt him slowly easing inside, stretching her in places she'd not even imagined. Dean had to stop and take a steadying breath; he was already so close to coming he wasn't sure how long he was going to last. He pushed further until he was finally seated all the way inside of her, and he rested there for a moment, letting her get used to the length of him. "Dean, I need you...please..." she started rocking against him and he matched her slow pace at first.

"Fucking Christ, Jo...I didn't know it could feel this good..." She looked up at him with hooded eyes and tried to respond, but Dean had quickened his pace and any rational thoughts left her mind.

"Oh God, Dean...you feel so good." Dean hooked one of her legs around his hip, and began rubbing his thumb across her clit. He gripped her hip with his free hand and his thrusting became faster and more desperate. He had never felt something so wonderful, so perfect. For the first time in his life, it didn't feel empty. His steady pace began to falter as he raced towards the edge and he forced himself to wait. He wanted to her to come first. He began rubbing her clit faster. "Dean...I'm so close...please don't stop..." He pulled her upright so that they were sitting up and she was facing him, riding him.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Come on, baby." He quickened his pace as well as he could without beating her to it, and began kissing her neck.

"Dean...oh my God...I'm going to...ooohhhhh." He felt her muscles tighten around him as she threw her head back, a sob escaping her.

"It's okay, I've got you...I've got you. Oh, Jo...I think...I'm so close..." He moved as if he was going to pull out and she held him in place with her thighs.

"Go on, Dean," she breathed heavily, "I want to feel it." Those words alone were enough to throw him over the edge. He buried his face into her neck and cried out her name. They leaned into each other for a moment, each trying to catch their breath. They slid down in the seat, and Dean wrapped her shivering body into his. Dean had never felt so complete in his life. He'd been with a lot of women, but Jo...no one compared to Jo. He felt her lips brush his jaw and looked down at her.

"Where'd you go, ace?" Dean smiled.

"Oh...no where.I was just thinking of how good this feels." He stared at her, her messy hair clinging to her sweat soaked body, and she smiled up at him. "Jo..I..." She leaned up and gently covered his lips with her own.

"I know."

Sam looked at Dean, his eyes wide. Dean had stared at the floor the entire time he spoke, his hands hanging limply between his knees. He finally looked up at Sam, his green eyes shining with tears that threatened to spill over, and Sam realized something that he should have noticed a long time ago. He thought back to the moment at the hardware store, right before he and Dean had left Jo and Ellen behind. Sam had said goodbye to each of them as he tried desperately not to cry, but Dean had surprised him. He'd knelt down in front of Jo, and tilted her chin up gently so that they were looking at each other. He kissed the top of her head, and then as if thinking better of it, leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Sam had thought it was innocent enough at the time, but now he realized what had actually been going on.

"You loved her...didn't you?" he asked quietly. Dean looked up at the ceiling, willing his tears to go away, and laughed. It was a humorless laugh.

"Yea...I guess I did." Dean didn't guess anything. He had loved her, fiercely. Not even Lisa could have compared to the love he had for Jo. It had taken that one night in the Impala to make him realize it, but he did. They had only been together the one time, although they had been able to sneak away on a couple of occasions just to be alone, but Dean had thought he'd had plenty of time. He should have known better. Jo had basically forfeited her right to life when she ended up with him. It's what happened every time a Winchester loved someone.

"Is that why you want to help Ava? Because she looks like Jo?" It felt like a slap in the face, a cheap reason to help someone that needed him. But it was true. He'd seen her, and saw Jo. His beautiful Jo with the long blonde hair and freckles, laughing in the sunlight on the rare occasion they were alone. It was selfish, and he knew it. But he couldn't save Jo, couldn't change what happened, but perhaps if he helped Ava a little bit of balance would be restored. He nodded.

"Kind of...it's how it started. I just...I couldn't save Jo, Sammy. I got her into that mess, and I'm the reason she..." he couldn't finish his sentence. Saying it out loud made it a million times worse. "I need to fix it. I need to help this girl. I know it won't bring Jo back, I get it. But I can't fail again, man. I can't..." His head dropped down on his chest and Sam could tell that he was about to fall over. He caught Dean before he could hit the floor and gently moved him up further on the bed, then covered him with a blanket. Within seconds, Sam could hear gentle snores. Dean was out.

"We'll find her, Dean. We'll find her and she'll be fine." Sam sighed, unsure if he even believed it himself.

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Chapter 6: The One Where Ava Learns The Hard Way

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