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Ouch, your words really wound me. And I'm shaking in my.. well, her skin.

[She looks to the knife again, her eyes going back to Jo's brown ones.]

And what exactly do you plan on doing with that? Stabbing me? Go ahead. I dare you.

Oh, this? [Dean flicks it from hand to hand, still on the defencive as he continues to mouth] I jus' think it makes me look pretty.

[The demon takes a few steps closer.]

Yeah, so pretty you make my eyes want to bleed. Jo might like your looks, but I definitely don't.

Awh, and here I was thinkin' we could be best of buds. [growling] Now get the hell out o' my friend.

[Grins.] Since you asked so nicely.

... No. I plan on wearing her for awhile. I found she can get me into a lot of interesting places and see a lot of somewhat interesting people.

[The demon holds up her hand in an attempt to throw Dean against a wall.]

[Dean goes flying back, slamming against the wall and sliding down. The knife skitters out of his fingertips and he lunges for it, curling his fingers around it as he gets back to his feet]

[Once Dean stands, she holds her hand up again to keep him against the wall as she walks closer.]

Ya' know, I'd actually love for you to jam that knife into me. Only because even though I might be gone, you'll have to watch Jo die. Because of you. So, you got a choice, Dean. Either I continue to walk around inside here or you kill me and Jo. Which do you want?

[Straining against the invisible force] Oh, I ain't gonna hurt Jo. But believe me. I am gonna find a way to get her free an' when I do I am goin' to destroy you.

Or I could do something and you'll never know when I'm around. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

[The demon smirks before Jo starts screaming, the black smoke leaving through her mouth. Once gone, Jo collapses to the floor and the hold on Dean was gone.]

[Dean kneels down beside Jo, trying to help her back up] Hey, hey it's all right. It's gone Jo, it's gone. C'mon, I got you.

[Jo groans as she slowly gets back up with Dean's help.] ... What the hell?

Y'have any idea what just happened to you, Jo?

No. Just that I have a freakin' headache.

You were - [Dean pauses, unsure of how to proceed but there's probably no use lying to her] Y'were possessed, Jo.

[She stares at Dean, only stopping to blink a few times. There was only one question she had.] Didn't hurt you, did I?

Nah darlin', m'fine. Demon's I can handle. How about you? Didn't injure y'in some way?

No, don't think so. Just have the headache. What the hell does a demon want with me?

Damned if I know. Can y'remember anythin' weird that's happened lately?

Only thing that has been weird is a guy hanging around the bar. Other than that, no.

What guy?

Don't know. Never saw him before two weeks ago. Just thought he was some perverted drunk, which you know isn't a stretch. But about a day or so ago, he stopped coming around.

He pay y'any extra attention?

Well, yeah.. but again I just thought he was a perverted drunk.

I guess now that I really think about it, one thing that was really weird was he noticed a picture of Sam, you and me and after that night, he would ask about you guys at least once every night. Never told him anything, but I really assumed he was trying to make conversation.

[Dean listens to this, frowning more] We need to look into this, darlin'.

I figured as much. [Jo clears her throat. Maybe she should've told Dean she was having black outs, to where she would wake up some mornings and not remember the night before, but.. no need to worry him.]

So, where do we start? Books? Internet? [Jo was great at researching on the internet and got even better with some tips from Sam.]