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Right. Sorry. [Dodges with a ridiculously insulted look- that rock was fucking big.] Yeah, if you think teasing means that I hate you or something. But I guess I never thought you were the sensitive type.

I'm not the sensitive type. Everyone has their moments where they've had enough or they just aren't in the mood. I mean.. damnit, Sam I'm dying. I think that gives me a little reason to not wanna' be screwed with, alright?

[That got her attention.] You're what?!

Yeah, I'm dying. [Shrug.] I'm just.. really tired, alright? Could you possible hold off the fucking with me until later? Hm?

No, wait, you're- what do you mean, you're dying? [Sam is very hung up on this.]

[Jo sighs and then decides to ramble.] First, I die.. then I get brought back for God knows what fucking reason and now? I'm being done in with a medical problem. Damn kidney failure. So yeah, I'm gonna' die. Again. Ain't life fucking grand?

And you decide to tell me now? Jesus Christ, Jo, I had no idea! You- [She stops, taking a deep breath and trying to think.] No, you're not gonna die.

Uh, yeah. Nothing you can do, Sam. I am going to die. I figure whoever brought me back decided they screwed up and this is their way of fixing their problem.

Did you really think that I was gonna just let you die? Just- no. Don't. If I'm back, then you- you deserve to be, too.

[Jo chuckles, shaking her head.] Sam, I'm not Dean.. I know I'm not the shit. You two are much more important than me. You deserve to be back. But me? Well, I'm just gonna' make the best of the time I got left. Do my job and all that.

But can you do me one favor?

[Quietly.] Anything.

Don't say anything to Dean, alright? Don't need two of you freaking out and thinking you can save me.

I can keep it from Dean, but Jo, I am not going to let you die. [Again.]

Sam. There's nothing you can do.

There's always something.

Just.. don't even worry about it. Not like you'll be unable to live without me. You'll be fine.

[Gives her a completely disbelieving, "Do you even know me?" look.] Don't worry about it?

Yes, don't worry about it. Like don't try and figure out a way to save me.

Jo, I can't do that. Okay? I'm not gonna sit back and let you die, and there's nothing you can do to convince me.

Then you're wasting your time, Sam. Died once before, what's another time? At least this time, my guts aren't hanging out.

We have more time than we did then. We can stop it. We can save you.

Whatever, Sam. You're just gonna' be disappointed when I die. It's gonna' happen, whether you like it or not. So, you should just get use to the damn idea.

I don't know how you can just give up like this. You're a hunter, damn it! Nothing is set in stone!

[Eyeroll.] Want me to fight and get my hopes up? Fine! I'll get my hopes up and keep thinking I'll be around Dean and you until our old age. I'll just set myself up for disappointment. If that'll make you happy, fine.

What will make me happy is if you try. If you go out fighting. I know your mother wouldn't want you to just throw in the towel.

[The second the words are out of her mouth she wishes they weren't. Why the hell did she say that?]