A/N: A special birthday drabble for Swellison! She requested a drabble featuring the spirit of someone Sam and Dean have lost. This story takes place after Abandon All Hope. Happy Birthday, Swellison, and I hope you enjoy!

The Impala slid to a stop in its regular parking spot at Bobby's, and Dean turned off the ignition. He started to open the door, but hesitated, and pulled it shut again. Tears started to form, and roll down his cheeks.

"It's not your fault, you know."

Dean slowly turned to the right, expecting to see someone else, anyone else. It was her.

"Jo? What-how-"

"It's not your fault. Quit blaming yourself."

"That hellhound… I could've stopped it…"

Jo leaned over and softly kissed him. She seemed to absorb his pain.

"It's not your fault…" she said, and faded away.