When you're gone

Author's note: Hey! How's it going? Well here is a very SAD dean/Jo story…please read and review, I want you all to tell me what you think!

Dedications: This is for my best friend, Marlowe who I wrote a lot of my Dean and Jo stories for and who loves Jensen like me!

Summary: Jo just died and Dean is left heartbroken and picking up the pieces. I suck at summaries!

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there
when I cry
and the days feel like years when I'm alone
and the bed where you lie
is made up on your side

"Jo! Jo, look out behind you!" Dean screamed as loud as he possibly could. Jo whirled around and got stabbed right in the chest by the possessed man that they were hunting together with Sam. Jo screamed in pain as the possessed man shoved it in deeper into her chest.

"NO!" Dean screamed as he began to charge towards them. Seeing Dean, he ripped the knife out of her chest and she fell to the ground. Dean watched him as he ran and then he turned to Sam, who was just as stunned as what happened as he was.

"Sam! Go after him!" Sam nodded his head.

"I'll be right back, I promise." Sam began to run after him and Dean ran over to Jo. He picked up her body and placed her on his lap gently, trying not to give her any pain. He looked into her eyes and saw how pained they were.

"Jo…oh god…I'm so sorry. We're going to get you out of here. We're going to get you some help." Jo weakly shook her head, her eyes beginning to close.

"No Dean…I'm not going to make it." Dean nodded his head, fighting off tears desperately.

"Jo, don't talk like that. You're going to make it. Please Jo, for me you got to make it." Jo began to breathe heavily and she weakly put a hand on his face. She stroked his cheek a few times.

"Dean…I only have a few moments left and I really want to make these moments count, so please just let me get this out. Dean…I…I…" Jo couldn't even finish; she died. Her delicate hand that was on Dean's face fell and landed in the dirt. Dean looked at her lifeless body and began to break down crying. He just lost the one person he truly loved.

"Jo…no…please no…JO!" He cried over her dead body and held her tight. He never even got a chance to tell her he loved her.

When you walk away
I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?

It had been two weeks since Jo had died. Dean stood over her grave and let a single tear stroll down his cheek. He still couldn't get over that she was dead. It was two weeks ago since the incident, but it felt like yesterday. He remembered everything so easily. He let more tears fall from his eyes as he continued to stare at her grave.

"I'm sorry Jo…I couldn't save you. I couldn't help you. I couldn't tell you I loved you. I know that you were trying to though. I'm praying to god that you are in a better place because I know that you deserve it so much more than I do." Dean began to choke on his tears as he began to walk back to his car and back to his hotel. He didn't want to admit it, but by always going to her grave, he was silently torturing himself.

When you're gone
the pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
the face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
the words I need to hear to always get me through the day
and make it okay
I miss you

Dean sat on his bed silently and looked at a picture he had of Jo in his wallet. He let another tear fall from his eye and he wiped it away quickly, knowing that Sam would walk out of the bathroom soon. He ran a finger over the picture and smiled sadly.

"I miss you." He muttered under his breath. Suddenly, Sam walked out of the bathroom and saw Dean looking at the picture. Sam sighed loudly, knowing that Dean wasn't over Jo's death yet.

"Hey." Sam said casually. Dean looked at Sam and forced a smile on.

"Hey." Sam walked over by the bed and raised his eyebrows.

"You okay?"

"Never been better." Dean said rolling his eyes with sarcasm. Sam nodded his head, beginning to walk away. Dean looked at him and called after him.

"Sam, can I ask you a question?" Sam turned to look at him and he nodded his head.

"Yeah ask." Dean sighed loudly and was silent for a moment. He didn't want to sound weak in front of his little brother.

"How did you deal with Jessica's death?"

I've never felt this way before
everything that I do
reminds me of you
and the clothes you left
they lie on the floor
And they smell just like you
I love the things that you do

"What?" Sam asked, confused by his question. Dean gave his little brother very pleading eyes.

"Yes, dude I need you right now." Sam thought for a moment and then he saw tears streaming down his brother's cheeks.

"Dean, you need to move on from Jo. She would want you to be happy. There was nothing you could've done to save her." Dean wiped away his tears and looked Sam in the eye.

"I could have at least told her I loved her! I had so much to say to her!"

"Dean, just move on. That's what I did with Jess." Dean looked at his younger brother, more tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Well that you, Sam!" Sam looked at his older brother sadly. It killed him to see his usually so strong brother like this. It truly did scare Sam.

"I'm just going to give you your alone time. I'm going to go get a soda." Dean didn't say anything as Sam walked out of the hotel room. Dean didn't want to say anything.

When you walk away
I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?

Dean continued to sit alone on his bed and he thought about what Sam said. Would moving on from Jo be the best thing for him right now? Would it mean not thinking about her anymore?

"I can't do that." Dean said to himself. He couldn't move on. He fell in love for the first time. He thought that he loved Cassie, but when he met Jo, he knew what love really was…now that love was gone.

"I wish I knew how to deal with this Jo. I wish I could be with you again." Dean said, choking on his tears.

When you're gone
the pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
the face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
the words I need to hear to always get me through the day
and make it okay
I miss you

Dean ran into the bathroom and he slammed the door and began to hit the mirror. He hated himself more than anything at that moment. He clenched his fist together and he hit the mirror so hard that it broke. The pieces of shard glass cut him a little bit but he didn't care; he wanted the pain. He fell to his knees and began to sob uncontrollably.

"Jo…why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave me here to pick up the pieces? Why am I alive and you're dead?" Dean pleaded as he sobbed into his hands. He couldn't let this go; he wouldn't let this go.

We were made for each other
out here forever
I know we were
yeah, yeahhh

As Dean choked on his sobs, he looked over on the bathroom counter and saw a bottle of sleeping pills. They were Sam's; it helped him with the constant nightmares that he got. Dean stared at the bottle. He could have been hallucinating of course, but he could have sworn he heard Jo's angelic voice telling him to take them.

With no hesitation, Dean grabbed the bottle of sleeping pills and he went over to his bed and he began to swallow some pills. They tasted awful and made him want to spit him out, but if he wanted to be with Jo ever again, he had to take this.

After Dean swallowed his sixth sleeping pill, Dean rested his head down on the pillow and he began to doze off. The pills must be working, Dean Thought in his mind as his eyes began to close. Before he knew it, everything went black.

All I ever wanted was for you to know
everything I do I give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me
Yeah

Dean soon found himself in a very bright place. It looked very happy and peaceful. It looked like…heaven. But it could just be a dream…or was it? Dean continued to walk along when he suddenly bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there." Dean looked at who he bumped into and he gasped at who it was; it was Jo. Her long blonde hair was in flowing waves that went past her shoulders, her delicate skin was soft and gentle and she was wearing a white gown that went past her knees. She smiled sweetly.

"Hello Dean." Dean stared at her and her beauty and he let a smile creep across his face.

"I love you Jo." She smiled back and she placed a delicate hand on his cheek. Her hands felt so light to him. It made him feel heavy.

"I love you too Dean." Dean continued to stare into her eyes and he sighed.

"Jo…am I dead? Is this just a dream or am I actually in heaven?" Jo stared into his hazel eyes and she suddenly smiled.

"That's for you to decide…but for right now…live in the moment with me." Dean smiled and he did; he moved in and he kissed her passionately. He didn't know if he was dead or not, but he was with her; that's all that mattered.

When you're gone
the pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
the face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
the words I need to hear will always get me through the day
and make it okay
I miss you


So do you think Dean is dead and is in heaven with Jo? Or do you think that he was dreaming it all and is going insane? That's for you to decide! If you want me to make another chapter, depending on what you want to happen to Dean, please review and tell me! Sorry if I made it so sad, I was listening to the song and I wanted to do something different for my supernatural stories…thanks bye!