A New Beginning (Dean)

Ever since he'd managed to escape from Purgatory thanks to a certain vampire named Benny who had shown him the way out, Dean had to admit that he wasn't sure what the hell was going on with the world anymore. What he had previously believed to be completely illogical seemed to become more and more of a reality with each passing day. After reuniting with Sam once he'd resurfaced, they had immediately picked up the same old routine that had always been theirs and theirs alone: find a monster that needs killing, hit the road, do research, hunt the damn thing down, and finally gank the sucker in the end. Over and over again, it was a comforting cycle compared to the year he'd spent in Purgatory fighting for his life every second of the day and one that he wasn't afraid to admit - to himself anyways - that he'd missed more than most could imagine.

Then had come the first upheaval. Dean had only been out for maybe a month or two at most before the rumors had started...rumors of an angel whose name both he and Sam were all too familiar with. Though he had no idea how, it seemed as though Castiel had managed to escape as well and was now hiding out in a small town it took him four attempts to find on a map by the name of Mystic Falls. Further research on the town revealed several deaths that looked as though they could be the work of vampires but neither he nor Sam had been sure. It just looked too...clean. Honestly, Dean didn't really care. The mere mention of a Cas sighting had been more than enough reason for them to go and he'd had the Impala on the road with himself and Sam inside that same night - determined to get where they needed to go as quickly as they could possibly get there.

The drive was made in record time, however, and not a full two days had passed before they reached Mystic Falls, Virginia. It was only when they got there that they hit the one roadblock it seemed both of them had failed to consider. They knew that Cas was here but how the hell were they supposed to find him? It was a combination of all these things and his horrible luck with 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' that had ended up with Dean stuck on research duty. Though he was horribly inept at working on computers, Sam's win by using paper while he'd used rock had meant that the younger Winchester had been allowed to call the shots and so he had been stuck on library detail while Sammy went out into the field. Research had never been his thing like it was his brother's but that certainly didn't mean he couldn't do it when needed.

I'm so going to get his ass back later though for pulling this crap, Dean thought to himself as he pulled up outside of what was apparently the Mystic Falls library - according to the sign in front of the building anyways - and shut off the Impala. He knows I hate missing all the action and he sends me to do research? Oh well, at least I'm not the one walking. Climbing out of the car that truly was his baby in every sense of the word, Dean shut the vehicle's door behind him before making his way up the set of stairs which led to the main patron entrance for the building. Heading inside, he paused just long enough to glance around the inside of the place before pinpointing the reference desk and immediately heading over to speak with the aide on duty. "Hey, I've got a huge paper due in a couple days and could really use some good reference material on the history of Mystic Falls. Think you can help me out?"

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If there was one thing Dean truly hated, it was surprises. Perhaps it was a result of the fact that his innocence as a child had been stolen far too early when John Winchester started imparting every ounce of knowledge on the supernatural to his eldest son when Dean had only been five or six or maybe it was simply that he'd experienced far too many nasty shocks in his lifetime to think that a surprise could ever be anything good. Honestly, it didn't really matter one way or another. All that was important was that he had never been a fan of any kind of surprises and that wasn't about to change any time soon. To put it simply, he despised them with a passion he had for few other things in his life. Call him crazy if you would but Dean actually enjoyed having a sense of routine. It gave one a sense of comfort that was hard to achieve through other methods - especially considering how he chose to live his life - and that was what Dean loved about the idea.

Even the chaos that comprised a hunter's life on a daily basis was something he saw as a routine - albeit it being a rather odd one - but that might have simply been because it was basically all he'd ever known. Killing creatures most could never even consider existed, sleeping in some of the strangest places imaginable, driving for hours on end just to begin again - that definitely categorized it as a routine as far as Dean was concerned. So what if I'm not going to work behind some desk for eight hours a day and coming home to a wife and a houseful of kids, he thought to himself as he spotted the reference desk behind which was seated a woman who he assumed was there to help people looking for things, which just so happened to be him instead of Sam this time around. Quickly thinking up a few words which usually had girls swooning when he chose to combine them with his natural charm, he headed towards the desk easily.

One look at the older woman told him that his 'usual' technique wouldn't have any effect on her though, and so Dean simply cut to the chase with one of his usual excuses since asking about material on the supernatural tended to end up having people think he was crazy. Apparently he wasn't important enough to tear her away from the book in her hands, however, and Dean let out a sigh of irritation as his mind wandered again while he tried to think of how to find the section he needed. Sammy and Cas are more than enough family anyways if I have anything to say about it. We've been through hell together, literally. Besides, what happened with Lisa and Ben pretty much rules out me ever having a normal life. Normal people get hurt when I'm around and I refuse to let that happen anymore. It was sad, but Dean was finally beginning to understand what being a hunter really meant - the inability to ever have a real family he could call his own.

Shocked from his thoughts by the sound of a woman's voice behind him - one of the many he'd never thought he would hear again due to their untimely demises - Dean's hand instantly went to the back of his jeans where he had Ruby's knife tucked away safely into the back of his pants. He never went anywhere without it these days unless Sam needed it for one reason or another and there was something about Mystic Falls that set him on edge and therefore his guard was up almost continuously these days. Of course, the fact that he'd seen Jo before when Osiris has used his guilt over her death to have her spirit kill him didn't exactly help her case any. The moment that he finally turned around only to see her standing there before her in all her glory Dean instantly began running through every possibility of how she could in fact be there only to end up drawing a blank. Finally, he found himself completely out of options. "Jo?" he finally managed, "is it really you? Please tell me I'm not dreaming."

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Unlike his brother, Dean had never really been much of a 'people person'. Sam had always been able to make friends fairly easily as a kid, even with all the moving they did around because of their dad being a hunter and all, while he'd simply gotten into what was probably a million fights with random guys and slept with every cute girl he happened to meet whose pants he could get into. It was just how they each those to cope with the shitty hand life had chosen to deal them - though he had to admit now that his brother's ways were probably far more healthy than his were. It was only after he hit high school that Sam had started truly rebelling and talking about wanting a normal life. Honestly, Dean hadn't ever really blamed him. Sammy wasn't like most of the hunters out there. He was softer, more...emotional and it still scared him at times that his brother's unwillingness to lock his emotions away when on the job was going to end up being the death of him.

That being said, the truth remained that his brother was social where Dean himself was more of a ladies' man/recluse, the latter being what really wasn't helping him when it became obvious that the woman behind the desk had no intention of helping him. Luckily for him, however, the sudden voice which sounded from directly behind him more than made up for it. Despite the fact that he was instantly on high alert the moment he turned and saw that it was in fact Jo standing behind him - which was rather logical considering she'd died two years ago today - he couldn't help the sudden racing of his heart as he took in the beautiful features he'd never thought he would have a chance to see again. In the same way that his brother had lost Jessica, Dean had lost someone very important to him when Jo and Ellen had given up their lives for the cause. He was sure Sam even had an idea - at the very least - of how much he'd cared about Jo and then blamed himself when he hadn't been able to save her.

After all, it was Jo that Osiris had charged with killing him because of the guilt he felt and she would have been forced to had Sam not managed to stop the God of trials. Still in shock at the mere sight of her, his instinct took over when she gestured that he follow her and it was with his hand only inches away from Ruby's knife that he trailed after her back into the privacy of the bookshelves to a small table on which sat a laptop and what looked to be the beginning of a case file similar to the ones he and Sam compiled on big hunts. No matter how badly he wanted her to be real, Dean had to be logical. People didn't just come back from the dead at random and, if that was what had really happened with Jo, then that made two so far as they'd run into their mom - who was also supposed to be dead - less than a week earlier. What the hell is happening? We stopped the apocalypse over a year ago. I swear, if the demons we killed start coming back too then shit's gonna hit the fan.

Dropping into the seat he'd pulled out for himself, Dean ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly as he continued trying to work out how Jo sitting in front of him was even possible. It went again everything he'd ever been taught and he couldn't even begin to wrap his head around the idea, much less understand it. It was almost like a light bulb went off above his head, however, when he realized that the only person who might know anything was the one he'd believed to be dead. Watching her collect everything off the table and put it into a backpack, Dean realized that he wanted...no, he needed answers and he needed them now. Leaning forward over the table, the eldest Winchester used his elbows for support as he turned the full intensity of his green eyes on gaze. "What the hell are you doing here, Jo?" he questioned her, wanting every piece of information she might have. "No, let's start with how are you even alive? You died in that bomb explosion, so how is it even possible that you're sitting across from me right now?"

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