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“Yes, we are.” Sure and steady voice, one without a trace of doubt. Of course, Jo was, and had always been, the type who could handle the truth. Shit, she was probably better at handling the truth than he. Even so, the fear in her eyes wouldn’t help their attempt at escape, so he offered whatever hope he could.   

Jo could see even though he was trying that he was not fully sure. She nodded and looked behind them. Dean was likely closing up behind them. Even now she couldn't understand what had happened. How was he possessed. "Sam...What happened to him?"

At first it hurt, more than anything. But eventually the pain dulled and instead she focused on the sounds of footsteps gaining on them. “Dean…Dean I can hear them coming.” She said with a panic in her voice.

That wasn’t good. Dean kept running, trying to speed up but afraid to do so while carrying Jo. He wouldn’t have an option for very long, it seemed, however. “We can make it.” Dean assured her, though he didn’t feel all that confident about it. What choice did they have at that point? All they could do, he supposed, was to keep running, keep trying to escape.

Jo couldn’t be entirely sure that they were gonna make it. Looking up at Dean she could see the worry in his eyes. She held onto him, squeezing hard trying to block out the sounds. If she was remembering correctly, they were almost to the Impala, meaning they just might have a chance. Her eyes squinted shut as she tried to keep tears from forming.

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Jo looked up at him, seeing the determination in his eyes going against the sounds of feet gaining on them. She nodded at his warning and held on to him tighter. If she got out of this, if they both got out of this, she was gonna tell him that she loved him.

Seeing her nod, Dean took off running, feeling himself go more slowly than usual but still fast for the time being. Maybe, he thought to himself, refusing to look back, just maybe it would be enough. Maybe he really could get them out of there. But the issue wasn’t just being fast enough to outrun their pursuers, but also maintaining that speed, and he knew he’d get tired sooner having to bear Jo’s weight as well as his own. If he reached his limit before they were safe, then he supposed they stood almost no chance of survival.

At first it hurt, more than anything. But eventually the pain dulled and instead she focused on the sounds of footsteps gaining on them. "Dean...Dean I can hear them coming." She said with a panic in her voice.

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Jo wanted this to work. More than anything she needed to be able to walk. She tried to push Dean away but it was useless. She winced as she was lifted into his arms and sighed. The sounds of the bastards following them coming up close behind.

They needed to get out of there and fast. Dean held Jo tightly in his arms, hoping against hope that he would be able to run fast and far enough even while carrying her, and he took a few experimental steps, trying to measure his balance and how secure she was. “This is probably going to hurt, but I need you to hang on, alright?” He gave her a soft but determined look before glancing behind him, his muscles tensing as he heard footsteps approaching.

Jo looked up at him, seeing the determination in his eyes going against the sounds of feet gaining on them. She nodded at his warning and held on to him tighter. If she got out of this, if they both got out of this, she was gonna tell him that she loved him.

Wincing as she attempted to pull herself up with Dean’s help. Walking, that was the first order of business. She needed to at least be able to walk with his help. She nodded to him and braced herself for the pain as she tried to take a step. The weight on her leg was too much. She found herself grasping for Dean ash she went for the ground as she cried out.

Dean quickly moved to hold her and stop her fall, trying his best to relieve the weight put on her wounded knee. “Okay, no walking, got it.” That made things more complicated, but, he told himself, it wasn’t a problem. He’d carry her, run out of there as quickly as he could, and they’d be fine. If something happened and he had to stop and fight, however, then they might have a big problem.

Jo wanted this to work. More than anything she needed to be able to walk. She tried to push Dean away but it was useless. She winced as she was lifted into his arms and sighed. The sounds of the bastards following them coming up close behind.

Jo wanted to believe they really had a chance in getting away. Looking at Dean she felt like her world was over. She then looked down at her leg. She couldn’t walk, that was for sure. She sighed and looked back at Dean, holding her hands out for him. If he really felt like they would have a chance, she would trust him. “Okay…I trust you.”

A small, hopefully encouraging smile formed on his lips and Dean nodded, reaching out to help her up and to loop one of her arms around his shoulders. He’d try to help her walk, and if he couldn’t, he was more than willing to carry her himself. “Good. Just hang in there, alright? We’ll have that leg looked at as soon as we’re safe.“

Wincing as she attempted to pull herself up with Dean’s help. Walking, that was the first order of business. She needed to at least be able to walk with his help. She nodded to him and braced herself for the pain as she tried to take a step. The weight on her leg was too much. She found herself grasping for Dean ash she went for the ground as she cried out.

Jo wanted to cry. Tears threatened to fall as she looked up at Dean. If he took her with him they would both die. At least she could try and hold them off as best as she can. As the tears started to fall she looked down at her knee. “Dean if we both go then we’re both dead.”

“We’re both dead either way, your mom will kill me if I leave you behind.” He joked, though he knew that this was far from the best time for him to try to make light of a situation. “Come on, Jo, we’ll figure something out.” It was a long shot, he knew that, but the way he saw it, it was one worth taking. If there was even a chance that he could get her out of this alive, then he had to try. “If I take you, you stand a chance. If I leave you here, you’re dead.”

Jo wanted to believe they really had a chance in getting away. Looking at Dean she felt like her world was over. She then looked down at her leg. She couldn’t walk, that was for sure. She sighed and looked back at Dean, holding her hands out for him. If he really felt like they would have a chance, she would trust him. “Okay...I trust you.”

Jo looked up at him confused. What was he doing? This was stupid. He knew they both wouldn’t make it out okay. He needed to be realistic. “Dean we both know we can’t outrun these bastards. You need to go.” 

“I’m not leaving you behind, Jo, specially not now. You can fight them with a busted knee!” He all but shouted at her, his eyes darting from her to the direction they’d come from. She was right and he knew that, he’d known it all along, but that didn’t mean that he was just going to give up and flee, leaving her behind. No, abandoning Jo simply wasn’t an option.

Jo wanted to cry. Tears threatened to fall as she looked up at Dean. If he took her with him they would both die. At least she could try and hold them off as best as she can. As the tears started to fall she looked down at her knee. "Dean if we both go then we're both dead."

Dean shook his head. No, there was no way that he was leaving without Jo. He crouched down next to her and gestured for her to place an arm over his shoulders. “Come on, you can do this. We’ll make it out of this mess, alright?“ If she couldn’t keep going, he’d carry her, he’d do whatever it took to make sure that she survived this.

Jo looked up at him confused. What was he doing? This was stupid. He knew they both wouldn't make it out okay. He needed to be realistic. “Dean we both know we can’t outrun these bastards. You need to go.” 

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