Title: Right In Front of Her 2/2
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calie15Title: Right In Front of Her 2/2
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Her eyes were wide, but she never saw what was right in front of her.
Notes: This is my first Supernatural and first Dean/Jo fic. Please, please, please review. Sorry Sly! And thanks Corina for editing it! Oh, and depending on how well this received I'm considering writing it from Dean's POV. Oh, and anything in italics are memories.
It was late, not that late. But late enough that there shouldn’t have been a knock at the door.
Jo pushed herself up from the bed and made her way to the TV to flip it off, scrunching her face as she listened to the muffled voices. Bobby and her mom’s were easy to pick out, she knew to listen for them. But she heard an extra male voice in the mix.
Ignoring the fact that her hair was still damp from her shower and that she was simply clad in a pair of short, plain cotton shorts and a t-shirt, sans bra, she made her way to the door of the bedroom she was sharing with her mother and opened it.
With slow, careful footsteps she made her way along the flooring, avoiding the creaking floor boards that she had become familiar with. Her descent on the steps was taken with care and if she was stalking a demon they wouldn’t have even known she was coming up behind them. Whoever had entered the house had moved into the back of the house with her mom and Bobby. It wasn’t until she pushed open the door, did she recognize the voice, or voices it would seem. Standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed over her breasts, aware suddenly of the way her nipples showed through her t-shirt (had she really worn a bra to bed every night she stayed with Same and Dean?), she watched them. Seconds ticked by and then her mom looked up, heads turning.
“Jo! Hey!”
Of course it would be Sam that would offer the first hello. “Hey.”
“Jo, sweetie, I thought you were sleeping already. Did we wake you?”
Jo shook her head, suddenly conscious of the fact that not only did she not have a bra on but her clothes were simple, hair a mess from air drying and bare foot. Why did it matter now? For some reason she wanted to be dressed properly, hair done, a minimal amount of makeup, just to feel good, feel better.
His eyes met her, but he said nothing, which was silly. It wasn’t as if they had fought, that wasn’t the case. There was no animosity. Something had shifted in their relationship since her birthday though. The kicker of it was she had no clue what it was or where it moved to, and she started to suspect he didn’t either. Actually it wasn’t a suspicion, more like a fact. He and Sam were gone early that morning and she hadn’t really spoken to them in months. So she was a little pissy about that, but that was normal Dean, and she had long ago learned to expect that kind of behavior of him. She’d moved on from expecting more.
So with that in mind she turned silently, door closing behind her, and made her way back up to her room.
Once behind the closed door of the bedroom she sighed, almost as if closing it behind her had lifted some weight from her shoulders. She felt safe again.
Padding across the floorboards she made her way to the side of the bed she was sharing with her mother and slipped under the cover, grabbing the remote and flipping the TV on.
As her eyes began to close she shut off the TV and glanced to the bed stand at her side, spotting the glistening metal. With a sigh she reached out, wrapped her hand around the handle and slipped the Colt under her pillow.
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Her eyes opened, although she wasn’t even sure why, but her hand went under the pillow, grabbing for the gun. Silence, only silence. With a roll of her eyes she sat up, swinging her legs over the bed and dropping her head to calm her breathing. Her mother breathed softly next to her, obviously asleep. Grabbing her phone she hit a random button. Three nineteen. Jo sighed at the time and then stood up to make her way to the bathroom. Once outside the room she heard the TV, knowing it was one of the two Winchester brothers, but betting on Dean.
After relieving herself she walked towards the stairs and stopped, debating. For all she knew he was sleeping, he should be. But from hunting with them she knew he slept like shit, although he did try. Being tired and driving hours for a hunt did not make a very productive hunter. But being at Bobby’s, obviously having some down time, he might have given into his nomadic tendencies and stayed up.
Yet still she debated, not sure if she should make her way down. They hadn’t spoken and she felt slightly foolish for turning her back on them earlier. But that unknown shift, that confusion, it seemed to have taken them both by surprise, rendered them useless of speech.
But she didn’t want it to be like that with Dean, and knowing he wouldn’t be the one to take the first step she made her way down the steps, slowing down as she reached the bottom few, eyes finding him, slouched on the sofa shirtless, clad in a pair of shorts, eyes wide open. She watched them flick to her and then she stopped, two steps short of the floor. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
One shuddered breath and then two beats of her heart and she finished her descent, walking slowly towards him and taking a seat on the end of the sofa, feeling uncomfortable for what felt like a first around him. “Sorry about earlier, I was kind of tired.”
“Your mom said you took out a few vampires.” He asked more than stated, lifting up the beer that he had settled between his legs.
She watched him take a sip then nodded. “Yea. Put us through the ringer.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yea.” She turned to the TV and attempted to shrug it off. “It was fine.”
“You're lying.”
The bluntness of his words shocked her, so much that her head turn sharply to face him. “What?”
“You heard me. Let me see.” His face was dark, eyes hard.
Jo sighed irritably and then turned away from him, pulling her hair to the side to drape over her shoulder. “Left shoulder.” The sofa shifted and then she felt his leg brushing her and then his hands at the collar of her shirt, rough fingers brushing over her skin, exposing it. His fingers brushed the sides of the bite, making her gasp.
“You were supposed to call me if you got in trouble.”
His voice was soft, almost too soft, and something about it bothered her. “I know, it’s just that-.”
“Where else?”
First thing in the morning she was going to have to have a talk with her mother. “My back.” The next thing Jo knew he was lifting her shirt, just high enough to see large bruise.
“It’s just that what?” Dean asked, obviously not having lost focus on what she said.
His fingers trailed over her back, gently prodding, something he had to know her mother and Bobby had already done, but for some reason he did it anyway. Shaking her head, she shuddered. “You’ve been weird since I saw you, and on the phone...it’s been weird. Like your avoiding me.”
“And you think I wouldn’t have been there?” Hands stilling, fingers digging into her skin slightly.
There was anger in his voice, which surprised her, because he had to see it to, the sudden awkwardness. “No, I-.”
“This,” Dean growled, grabbing her shoulder, thumb hooking around the neck of her shirt and pulling it to the side to expose the bite, “is unacceptable.”
“I-.” But she stopped, because she already knew where this was coming from. Dean was scared for her, something that didn’t fit. It was like this weird piece of a puzzle. Just the piece though, because she sure didn’t have the damn puzzle. “I’m sorry.” Was all she could say.
“Sorry doesn’t keep you alive.”
She felt his chest against her back as he leaned forward, face brushing her hair and cheek, warm breath against her ear as he whispered harshly. She turned her face slightly, wary of his face against her own, but enough so that she could see him behind her. “When I saw you last...I just...I don’t understand what’s going on.” In the darkness, she could just barely see his eyes, but she saw them flicker to her shoulder.
“Don’t let this happen again Jo.” This time, his voice was softer, but still firm.
“Dean...” Her voice trailed off as another hand came to wrap around her side, then she felt his lips against the crook of her shoulder, pressing near the raw bite. Lips, not at all rough like his fingers, trailed over neck gently, pressing another kiss to her exposed skin, making a trail to behind her ear. Slowly, so slowly, Jo let her head tilt to the side, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Then she felt them on her ear, wet tongue sliding against it, and lolled against his shoulder, eyes closing as she shook and shuddered. It was innocent, but slow, full of emotion.
When his hand fell from her side she felt a moment of panic, then she felt his fingers in her hair, threading through the strands and cupping the back of her head, turning it so that she was facing him. And as her eyes opened Dean’s lips were on hers, kissing her. Not hard and fast, full of pent up frustration and passion. But gentle, slow, so much so that it hurt, it made her heart just hurt.
When his hand fell away from her shoulder Jo barely noticed until she felt his arm wrapping around her stomach, grasping her side and pulling her around. His arm was firm as it pulled at her, sliding along her waist as her position changed. When he pulled her against him, forcing her into his lap, she didn’t stop him, going willingly and parting her legs to straddle his and not once did he break the kiss.
As she settled against him, her breasts pressed against his chest, arms wrapping around his neck, his tongue parted her lips, deepening the kiss.
When Dean kissed, he did it with purpose, making her breathless, forcing her to cling to his bare shoulders as if she might fall. The hard length growing beneath her, pressing against her core made her whimper into his mouth and grind down upon it.
And then suddenly it all came to a halt. Hands encompassed her face, cradling her cheeks, and pulling her away. “Good god Jo, how can you not see what is going on? How can you not understand? I feel like karma has come full circle just to bite me in the ass, and laugh at me, because I’m so far ahead of you in this it’s laughable, and you, you’re so far behind you don’t see shit.”
She shuddered softly, eyes wide and seeing only what was in front of her, but somehow taking everything in. The room, the furniture, the colors on the walls. Physically she was aware of it all, and then she focused, eyes zeroing in on that one object that had remained in her mind, sometimes in the front, sometimes in the back, but always there. And then time slowed, her breathing became shallow, the room seemed to darken, and she saw only inches in front of her...and then she was aware of it all. She could suddenly see everything that had led her to that point. And if she was honest with herself, she was a fool for not seeing it until now. A fool.
There were so many moments, so many that she hadn’t really seen.
Dean’s anger when he realized Sam would be stitching her just a little too close for everyone’s comfort. The way he stormed back and came back, full bottle of bourbon in hand for the pain and his hands and words to soothe her. If Dean can’t touch then no one else can. That’s what Sam had said.
His birthday, he’d stayed. Dean Winchester didn’t sit in a motel room on his birthday. But he’d sat there with her eating pie and laying in a bed with her, not even waking her to move in the morning, letting her occupy the spot that his brother would have. And then in the morning....that look.
And the bar..good god..the bar. Clive, hightailing it out of there as Sam had said, because of something Dean had said. You can’t always run them off was the last thing she had heard. Jealousy had creeped into her mind, raising its hand as the issue, but she ignored it.
The hotel...lord be merciful...what the hell had she been thinking? The man had been in a five star hotel, with who knows how many beautiful woman and he spent the time in bed, ordering room service...with her. And she slept in his bed...again. But not just sleeping, she slept next to him, bodies pressing together, arms wrapped around her, hand trailing over her back. What the hell was she thinking? What the hell did she think was going on?
And finally, her last hunt with him. Once again with anger that she hadn’t understood. The total destruction of the house, the blood. When she asked Sam what happened he simply responded, he was pissed. His anger, admitting that the thought of her dying scared him, the Colt. Fucking idiot. Dean Winchester didn’t just give away his fucking Colt. If that was the case Sam would be walking around with it.
How could she have been so blind all along? Ignoring all the hints, hints that she would have craved for almost four years ago. “I-I...” Jo swallowed. “I wouldn’t let myself. I told myself a long time ago to not look for anything.”
His brow drew together, eyes narrowing slightly then he closed them, sighing as she removed his hands from her and rubbed them over his face. Little girl, that’s all she was, was a little girl. Still talking about her pitiful crush. It was embarrassing to admit that she had pined after him, that it had affected her so badly that it had shut her of to any kind of hint of attraction. Swallowing past the lump in her throat Jo pushed herself onto her knees and started to pull her leg over his body to crawl off his lap, but his hands shot out, grasping her hips and slamming her back down.
“Don’t you do it. Don’t you dare fucking pull away from me now. I’m tired of this shit. Trying to keep my distance, keep my hands to myself, having the shit scared out of me because you almost get yourself killed. Then Sam talks to your mom and she tells him about those vampires...you’ve got me running off half cocked just to see for myself your fine.”
“I-I thought it was a coincidence.” She babbled, confused slightly by the most recent revelation. “I didn’t think you knew we were here.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He asked rather harshly. “When I find out you got tossed down a flight of stairs and bit by a fucking vampire you better believe I’m going to be over here.” Grabbing her face again he pulled it closer. “I know damn well you’re a good hunter, but if calling me to help you means keeping you alive then you better damn well do it. Because I swear to god that mother fucker would never have laid a hand on you, and if he even tried I would have had his head staked on a pole. Don’t you dare get fucking killed on me Jo.”
“Dean...I’m sorry. I just-.”
“I don’t want to hear sorry. I don’t want you to have to apologize at all. Just don’t get killed.”
It was a tall order. Jo was a hunter after all and he had to know that, but he wouldn’t see reason, so she just nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he said as if he was finalizing and nodded his head.
“And this?” Jo motioned between them. “What is this? Because I’m not the screw em’ and leave em’ type Dean.”
“This is confusing,” he dropped a hand from her face and settled it on her hip while the other slid into her hair to pull her forward, “and I’m trying to figure it out, because it isn’t going anywhere.” Slowly he pulled her head towards his, lips brushing against one another. “And don’t flatter yourself, nobody said you were getting screwed tonight anyway.”
There was a smirk on his face and a light in his eye that she couldn’t remember seeing in months. Then it was gone as their lips met and eyes closed.
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Cramped, warm, and back aching. That’s how she felt. There was no room to turn, but none of it mattered as she lay there on the sofa, the sun just filtering into the living room, watching Dean sleep. What started out as a make out session with heavy petting ended up with her laid out at his side, half on top of his body between him and the sofa, her only pillow his bare chest. She could get used to waking up like that.
Her fingers traced slow patterns on his chest, gently prying at scars, feeling the smooth expanse of his chest, just because she could. Then slowly she watched him wince, turning his head from side to side before opening his eyes and staring down at her. “This isn’t exactly the most comfortable place to be sleeping.”
“No,” he agreed, voice rasp with sleep, “it isn’t.” His arm wrapped around her waist tightly as he pushed up on the sofa, shifting slightly and brining her with him. "What time is it?"
His hand was sliding over her back, up and down, up and down. "Early." Sliding up his body and cuddling closer by draping one leg over his waist she pressed her face into his neck, breathing in the smell of him. With a content sigh she closed her eyes. "I probably should head up before everyone wakes up."
"Probably." He agreed but made no move to release her. Instead his free hand brushed over her face, pushing messy strands of blond hair off of her face. She closed her eyes under his gentle ministrations. It wasn't until she felt his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look up at him did she open them. But then his lips brushed hers and they were falling closed again as she met him for a kiss.
Waking up in the morning never felt so good. Warm, tucked into his side, protective arm around her body, finger caressing her face...she never wanted to move, never wanted to be anywhere else other then at his side.
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Small talk, that’s what it was as the five of them sat eating amongst themselves. Bobby had fired up the old grill while her mama had stayed inside fixing up potato salad and corn. It was a small affair, but it was enough for all of them, just to get together as a family.
Throughout the day his eyes met hers, lingered. More than once she had caught him looking at her. The two times they were alone he wrapped his hand around her neck, bringing her in for a kiss, one time deepening, making her moan and lean into him, the other time quick and chaste. When they weren’t alone his hand skimmed her back, touched her elbow, trailed along her backside. And then one time, with the others a few feet away they had talked..
“So Sam said you boys are heading out in the morning.”
Jo looked from Bobby to Dean, noting the way he didn’t falter.
“Found a demon, about two states over.”
She’d worn a skirt that day, a simple cotton skirt that hung to her knees. For one time in her life she just wanted to feel pretty, and she was glad she followed through on that instinct. Because ever since she had sat down next to Dean at the table his fingers had been trailing over her knee, and slightly inside of her thigh. Dean’s face gave nothing away, but his fingers had stilled on her knee when he spoke. “Mom, I’m going with them.” The noise at the table seemed to stop in that instant. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, it really shouldn’t have. Jo had went on hunts with the brother’s before, but the vampires, it shook all of them.
“Joanna Beth, you just went round for round with a couple of vampires. The last thing you need is to be jumping back into another hunt.”
“I’m not jumping into anything mom. I’ll be fine in a couple of days.”
“The hell you are. You don’t use half the common sense god gave you.” With that said Ellen tossed her napkin on the table and stood up, pushing the chair back loudly, and left the kitchen.
Jo sighed and rolled her eyes before turning to Dean. “I’ll take care of it.” As she moved to stand his hand fell away from her leg.
“You sure?”
At his concern she allowed herself a brief smile then nodded. “Yea, I got this.” Nothing else was said on the subject and she left the kitchen and went in search of her mom, finally finding her in the bedroom. “Mom...”
“Don’t start Joanna,” Ellen snapped as she shook out a towel from the pile of clean clothes on the bed.
“I’m not. But you said you wanted to take some time off, I didn’t. You’ve never once had a problem with me hunting with them before. I know I’m hurt, but I’m going to take it easy. I won’t go getting myself into any trouble I can’t get out of. And you know Dean, hunting with him is like having a chaperon. Besides you, he is the last person that will let me get into trouble.” Jo paused after that, waiting for some kind of reaction from her mother. There was only silence though as she continued to fold the clothes. “Mom, you know I’m going. I’m just asking you to trust me when I say I’ll be fine.”
With a sigh Ellen dropped the shirt she was currently folding onto the bed. “You swear that you aren’t going to take on anything dangerous until you’re healed?”
“Yes, of course. I know my limits mom.”
“Right.” Ellen said with a roll of her eyes. “If it’s something the boys can handle let them do it though.”
Jo had to bite her tongue at her mother’s words. The last thing Jo wanted to do was admit that she was too weak to participate in a hunt. “Alright.”
“Girl you are going to turn me gray.” With a shake of her head Ellen walked around the bed and stopped next to Jo. Wrapping an arm around her she pressed a kiss to her hair. “Come on downstairs.”
With her mother out of the way Jo was able to relax again. Now her only concern was Dean. Being on the road with him and Sam had never been an issue for her. It had never bothered her that it was two men around her age. They were friends, hunters. That was it. There had always been that slight attraction to Dean on Jo’s part, but it had always been one sided, so she reined it in and eventually moved on from that. Within twenty-four hours though everything had changed, Jo and Dean’s relationship was redefined, which meant traveling together, hunting together would also change.
When they stepped into the kitchen Bobby, Dean and Sam were still sitting around the table, plates cleaned and working their way through a twelve pack.
“Dean.”
Jo stopped halfway across the kitchen at the sound of her mother’s voice. She hadn’t walked through the doorway yet.
“Ellen,” he responded slowly, waiting.
“I want to have a word with you.”
Jo, opened her mouth to protest, but he was already moving, walking past her with only a brief glance in her direction. “Mom...”
“Go have a beer Jo.”
Mouth slightly agape at her mother’s dismissal, Jo watched Dean and her mother disappear from the kitchen. Concerned, and slightly suspicious, she turned back to Sam and Bobby. “This isn’t the first time I’ve gone on a hunt with ya’ll. What’s going on with her?”
“You got hurt.” Sam said with a shrug. “Pretty badly.”
“Yea, but what about when you had to stitch my leg. She didn’t freak out about that.” Jo pointed out as walked to the fridge for a beer.
“She wasn’t there to see it and I’m sure you told her the bare minimum.” Sam watched Jo as she popped off the cap of the beer and took her seat at the table. “Besides, Ellen knows what lengths Dean will go to keep you safe. I’m sure she’s using that in her favor.”
Two days ago Jo would have argued with that, but things were different. Now Jo knew the truth. That wasn’t what bothered her though, it was the fact that even her mother seemed to know there was more to Dean’s feelings for her. Which made her wonder if her mother suspected there was more to Jo and Dean’s relationship then they let on. It had been Jo’s intention to hopefully get some clue to what her mother thought when she found out from Dean what her mother had talked to him about, but he would never tell her and when Jo asked her mom she only shrugged it off.
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Cool air on her back resulted in a slight shiver. Reaching around blindly, Jo attempted to find the covers. Just as she found the edges she attempted to pull them up only to feel a firm hand on her back stopping her. “I’m cold,” she mumbled in response.
“I’m sure I can think of better ways to warm you up,” Dean muttered as he trailed his lips over her shoulder.
Jo moaned in the back of her throat as his hand trailed over her hip and down her thigh. “What time is it?”
“Eight.” He pressed a kiss to her neck as he slid his hand over the back of her thigh and moved back up the inside of it. “Sent Sam for breakfast, we’ve got about twenty minutes before he comes knocking.”
One finger trailed over her slit and she gasped, thrusting backward into his hand. “We need to get dressed too.”
“So fifteen.” He muttered into her neck as he sucked at her skin.
His finger pressed against her clit and she gasped, hips jerking up in response. “That isn’t a lot of time.”
“Sweetheart,” Dean whispered into her ear as she slid one finger into her center, “that’s more than enough.”
Jo whimpered as he added another finger, thrusting in and out of her slowly until she was lifting her hips, meeting his hands. “Dean...” It seemed to be all the pleading he needed, because he moved over her, pressing one knee between her legs and then the other, parting them. Without even being guided she raised her hips in for him, welcoming the hard length that slid into her with one long thrust. The feel of him, stretching her, filling her, it always made her gasp and shudder.
He kissed her shoulder as she moaned, rising her hips higher to draw him in deeper. “Hurry.” It was a pitiful plea, but she wasn’t ashamed, even when he chuckled into her neck.
As he pulled out and slammed back into her she grasped the sheets in her fists, arching into him. It was hard and fast. One hand firm on her hips and then sliding over her stomach to wrap his arm around her waist, hauling her up higher. As he slid deeper she clawed at the sheets, screaming out a plea and praying that Sam wasn’t outside the door, but not caring at the same time. Not when Dean had her bent over, holding her up off the bed like a rag doll and was fucking her senseless.
Within minutes she was screaming his name as he fucked her from behind, fingers rubbing her clit. She barely heard him moan and grunt his own release as she came down from her own. For a few moments he still hovered over her, body pressing against her own, pressing light kisses against her shoulders and neck. “Sam...” She whispered breathlessly.
“Should I be worried you’re saying my brother’s name after I just fucked you?”
When she laughed he bit her shoulder. In response she clenched on him tightly.
“Hey, hey, hey. Sensitive.”
Slowly, he pulled out and she winced, feeling the slickness of her wetness and his cum coating her thighs. A knock at the door brought her back to the reality of the situation.
“Shit. Damn it Dean!”
“It isn’t my fault!” He exclaimed as he reached for the towel he had discarded the night before to wipe himself off. “I can’t help it if I wake up with a hard on! You were laying right next to be bare ass naked, what the hell was I suppose to do?”
Before she could responded Sam’s voice interrupted.
“Come on! Let me in! It’s freaking cold out here.”
“In a minute!” Dean hollered.
“Dean I don’t care if your hair isn’t fixed! Just let me in!”
“I said in a minute!” Dean roared in response.
Jo cursed as she threw the comforter over the bed and hurried to her suitcase for some clothes. There was silence on the other side and then Sam spoke again.
“Are you kidding me? You were going at it again?! I was only gone ten minutes!”
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An hour later, belly full and freshly showered, they were checking out of the motel and making their way to the car. As she reached forward for the door handle Dean grasped it first. She turned to face him as he opened it and smiled.
“Opening doors? How gentlemanly of you.”
“I have my moments,” he said softly as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body.
Jo grasped his arms, arching into him as he kissed her, tongue parting her lips and searching for her own.
“Good god, can’t you keep your hands off of her? I mean this is going on what eight months already?”
Jo snorted as they broke away smirked at the annoyance on Dean’s face.
“Get your ass in the backseat. You’re like a fucking kid.”
“And you’re like a thirteen year old boy who just discovered his dick.”
Jo ducked as Dean reached over her head to pop Sam on the back of the head. There was a loud ‘ow’ from behind her before Dean turned his attention back to her. “Come on,” she pressed her hands against his chest and raised herself onto her toes to press a kiss to lips, “let’s get out of here.”
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Her eyes were wide, but she never saw what was right in front of her.
Notes: This is my first Supernatural and first Dean/Jo fic. Please, please, please review. Sorry Sly! And thanks Corina for editing it! Oh, and depending on how well this received I'm considering writing it from Dean's POV. Oh, and anything in italics are memories.
It was late, not that late. But late enough that there shouldn’t have been a knock at the door.
Jo pushed herself up from the bed and made her way to the TV to flip it off, scrunching her face as she listened to the muffled voices. Bobby and her mom’s were easy to pick out, she knew to listen for them. But she heard an extra male voice in the mix.
Ignoring the fact that her hair was still damp from her shower and that she was simply clad in a pair of short, plain cotton shorts and a t-shirt, sans bra, she made her way to the door of the bedroom she was sharing with her mother and opened it.
With slow, careful footsteps she made her way along the flooring, avoiding the creaking floor boards that she had become familiar with. Her descent on the steps was taken with care and if she was stalking a demon they wouldn’t have even known she was coming up behind them. Whoever had entered the house had moved into the back of the house with her mom and Bobby. It wasn’t until she pushed open the door, did she recognize the voice, or voices it would seem. Standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed over her breasts, aware suddenly of the way her nipples showed through her t-shirt (had she really worn a bra to bed every night she stayed with Same and Dean?), she watched them. Seconds ticked by and then her mom looked up, heads turning.
“Jo! Hey!”
Of course it would be Sam that would offer the first hello. “Hey.”
“Jo, sweetie, I thought you were sleeping already. Did we wake you?”
Jo shook her head, suddenly conscious of the fact that not only did she not have a bra on but her clothes were simple, hair a mess from air drying and bare foot. Why did it matter now? For some reason she wanted to be dressed properly, hair done, a minimal amount of makeup, just to feel good, feel better.
His eyes met her, but he said nothing, which was silly. It wasn’t as if they had fought, that wasn’t the case. There was no animosity. Something had shifted in their relationship since her birthday though. The kicker of it was she had no clue what it was or where it moved to, and she started to suspect he didn’t either. Actually it wasn’t a suspicion, more like a fact. He and Sam were gone early that morning and she hadn’t really spoken to them in months. So she was a little pissy about that, but that was normal Dean, and she had long ago learned to expect that kind of behavior of him. She’d moved on from expecting more.
So with that in mind she turned silently, door closing behind her, and made her way back up to her room.
Once behind the closed door of the bedroom she sighed, almost as if closing it behind her had lifted some weight from her shoulders. She felt safe again.
Padding across the floorboards she made her way to the side of the bed she was sharing with her mother and slipped under the cover, grabbing the remote and flipping the TV on.
As her eyes began to close she shut off the TV and glanced to the bed stand at her side, spotting the glistening metal. With a sigh she reached out, wrapped her hand around the handle and slipped the Colt under her pillow.
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Her eyes opened, although she wasn’t even sure why, but her hand went under the pillow, grabbing for the gun. Silence, only silence. With a roll of her eyes she sat up, swinging her legs over the bed and dropping her head to calm her breathing. Her mother breathed softly next to her, obviously asleep. Grabbing her phone she hit a random button. Three nineteen. Jo sighed at the time and then stood up to make her way to the bathroom. Once outside the room she heard the TV, knowing it was one of the two Winchester brothers, but betting on Dean.
After relieving herself she walked towards the stairs and stopped, debating. For all she knew he was sleeping, he should be. But from hunting with them she knew he slept like shit, although he did try. Being tired and driving hours for a hunt did not make a very productive hunter. But being at Bobby’s, obviously having some down time, he might have given into his nomadic tendencies and stayed up.
Yet still she debated, not sure if she should make her way down. They hadn’t spoken and she felt slightly foolish for turning her back on them earlier. But that unknown shift, that confusion, it seemed to have taken them both by surprise, rendered them useless of speech.
But she didn’t want it to be like that with Dean, and knowing he wouldn’t be the one to take the first step she made her way down the steps, slowing down as she reached the bottom few, eyes finding him, slouched on the sofa shirtless, clad in a pair of shorts, eyes wide open. She watched them flick to her and then she stopped, two steps short of the floor. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
One shuddered breath and then two beats of her heart and she finished her descent, walking slowly towards him and taking a seat on the end of the sofa, feeling uncomfortable for what felt like a first around him. “Sorry about earlier, I was kind of tired.”
“Your mom said you took out a few vampires.” He asked more than stated, lifting up the beer that he had settled between his legs.
She watched him take a sip then nodded. “Yea. Put us through the ringer.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yea.” She turned to the TV and attempted to shrug it off. “It was fine.”
“You're lying.”
The bluntness of his words shocked her, so much that her head turn sharply to face him. “What?”
“You heard me. Let me see.” His face was dark, eyes hard.
Jo sighed irritably and then turned away from him, pulling her hair to the side to drape over her shoulder. “Left shoulder.” The sofa shifted and then she felt his leg brushing her and then his hands at the collar of her shirt, rough fingers brushing over her skin, exposing it. His fingers brushed the sides of the bite, making her gasp.
“You were supposed to call me if you got in trouble.”
His voice was soft, almost too soft, and something about it bothered her. “I know, it’s just that-.”
“Where else?”
First thing in the morning she was going to have to have a talk with her mother. “My back.” The next thing Jo knew he was lifting her shirt, just high enough to see large bruise.
“It’s just that what?” Dean asked, obviously not having lost focus on what she said.
His fingers trailed over her back, gently prodding, something he had to know her mother and Bobby had already done, but for some reason he did it anyway. Shaking her head, she shuddered. “You’ve been weird since I saw you, and on the phone...it’s been weird. Like your avoiding me.”
“And you think I wouldn’t have been there?” Hands stilling, fingers digging into her skin slightly.
There was anger in his voice, which surprised her, because he had to see it to, the sudden awkwardness. “No, I-.”
“This,” Dean growled, grabbing her shoulder, thumb hooking around the neck of her shirt and pulling it to the side to expose the bite, “is unacceptable.”
“I-.” But she stopped, because she already knew where this was coming from. Dean was scared for her, something that didn’t fit. It was like this weird piece of a puzzle. Just the piece though, because she sure didn’t have the damn puzzle. “I’m sorry.” Was all she could say.
“Sorry doesn’t keep you alive.”
She felt his chest against her back as he leaned forward, face brushing her hair and cheek, warm breath against her ear as he whispered harshly. She turned her face slightly, wary of his face against her own, but enough so that she could see him behind her. “When I saw you last...I just...I don’t understand what’s going on.” In the darkness, she could just barely see his eyes, but she saw them flicker to her shoulder.
“Don’t let this happen again Jo.” This time, his voice was softer, but still firm.
“Dean...” Her voice trailed off as another hand came to wrap around her side, then she felt his lips against the crook of her shoulder, pressing near the raw bite. Lips, not at all rough like his fingers, trailed over neck gently, pressing another kiss to her exposed skin, making a trail to behind her ear. Slowly, so slowly, Jo let her head tilt to the side, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Then she felt them on her ear, wet tongue sliding against it, and lolled against his shoulder, eyes closing as she shook and shuddered. It was innocent, but slow, full of emotion.
When his hand fell from her side she felt a moment of panic, then she felt his fingers in her hair, threading through the strands and cupping the back of her head, turning it so that she was facing him. And as her eyes opened Dean’s lips were on hers, kissing her. Not hard and fast, full of pent up frustration and passion. But gentle, slow, so much so that it hurt, it made her heart just hurt.
When his hand fell away from her shoulder Jo barely noticed until she felt his arm wrapping around her stomach, grasping her side and pulling her around. His arm was firm as it pulled at her, sliding along her waist as her position changed. When he pulled her against him, forcing her into his lap, she didn’t stop him, going willingly and parting her legs to straddle his and not once did he break the kiss.
As she settled against him, her breasts pressed against his chest, arms wrapping around his neck, his tongue parted her lips, deepening the kiss.
When Dean kissed, he did it with purpose, making her breathless, forcing her to cling to his bare shoulders as if she might fall. The hard length growing beneath her, pressing against her core made her whimper into his mouth and grind down upon it.
And then suddenly it all came to a halt. Hands encompassed her face, cradling her cheeks, and pulling her away. “Good god Jo, how can you not see what is going on? How can you not understand? I feel like karma has come full circle just to bite me in the ass, and laugh at me, because I’m so far ahead of you in this it’s laughable, and you, you’re so far behind you don’t see shit.”
She shuddered softly, eyes wide and seeing only what was in front of her, but somehow taking everything in. The room, the furniture, the colors on the walls. Physically she was aware of it all, and then she focused, eyes zeroing in on that one object that had remained in her mind, sometimes in the front, sometimes in the back, but always there. And then time slowed, her breathing became shallow, the room seemed to darken, and she saw only inches in front of her...and then she was aware of it all. She could suddenly see everything that had led her to that point. And if she was honest with herself, she was a fool for not seeing it until now. A fool.
There were so many moments, so many that she hadn’t really seen.
Dean’s anger when he realized Sam would be stitching her just a little too close for everyone’s comfort. The way he stormed back and came back, full bottle of bourbon in hand for the pain and his hands and words to soothe her. If Dean can’t touch then no one else can. That’s what Sam had said.
His birthday, he’d stayed. Dean Winchester didn’t sit in a motel room on his birthday. But he’d sat there with her eating pie and laying in a bed with her, not even waking her to move in the morning, letting her occupy the spot that his brother would have. And then in the morning....that look.
And the bar..good god..the bar. Clive, hightailing it out of there as Sam had said, because of something Dean had said. You can’t always run them off was the last thing she had heard. Jealousy had creeped into her mind, raising its hand as the issue, but she ignored it.
The hotel...lord be merciful...what the hell had she been thinking? The man had been in a five star hotel, with who knows how many beautiful woman and he spent the time in bed, ordering room service...with her. And she slept in his bed...again. But not just sleeping, she slept next to him, bodies pressing together, arms wrapped around her, hand trailing over her back. What the hell was she thinking? What the hell did she think was going on?
And finally, her last hunt with him. Once again with anger that she hadn’t understood. The total destruction of the house, the blood. When she asked Sam what happened he simply responded, he was pissed. His anger, admitting that the thought of her dying scared him, the Colt. Fucking idiot. Dean Winchester didn’t just give away his fucking Colt. If that was the case Sam would be walking around with it.
How could she have been so blind all along? Ignoring all the hints, hints that she would have craved for almost four years ago. “I-I...” Jo swallowed. “I wouldn’t let myself. I told myself a long time ago to not look for anything.”
His brow drew together, eyes narrowing slightly then he closed them, sighing as she removed his hands from her and rubbed them over his face. Little girl, that’s all she was, was a little girl. Still talking about her pitiful crush. It was embarrassing to admit that she had pined after him, that it had affected her so badly that it had shut her of to any kind of hint of attraction. Swallowing past the lump in her throat Jo pushed herself onto her knees and started to pull her leg over his body to crawl off his lap, but his hands shot out, grasping her hips and slamming her back down.
“Don’t you do it. Don’t you dare fucking pull away from me now. I’m tired of this shit. Trying to keep my distance, keep my hands to myself, having the shit scared out of me because you almost get yourself killed. Then Sam talks to your mom and she tells him about those vampires...you’ve got me running off half cocked just to see for myself your fine.”
“I-I thought it was a coincidence.” She babbled, confused slightly by the most recent revelation. “I didn’t think you knew we were here.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He asked rather harshly. “When I find out you got tossed down a flight of stairs and bit by a fucking vampire you better believe I’m going to be over here.” Grabbing her face again he pulled it closer. “I know damn well you’re a good hunter, but if calling me to help you means keeping you alive then you better damn well do it. Because I swear to god that mother fucker would never have laid a hand on you, and if he even tried I would have had his head staked on a pole. Don’t you dare get fucking killed on me Jo.”
“Dean...I’m sorry. I just-.”
“I don’t want to hear sorry. I don’t want you to have to apologize at all. Just don’t get killed.”
It was a tall order. Jo was a hunter after all and he had to know that, but he wouldn’t see reason, so she just nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he said as if he was finalizing and nodded his head.
“And this?” Jo motioned between them. “What is this? Because I’m not the screw em’ and leave em’ type Dean.”
“This is confusing,” he dropped a hand from her face and settled it on her hip while the other slid into her hair to pull her forward, “and I’m trying to figure it out, because it isn’t going anywhere.” Slowly he pulled her head towards his, lips brushing against one another. “And don’t flatter yourself, nobody said you were getting screwed tonight anyway.”
There was a smirk on his face and a light in his eye that she couldn’t remember seeing in months. Then it was gone as their lips met and eyes closed.
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Cramped, warm, and back aching. That’s how she felt. There was no room to turn, but none of it mattered as she lay there on the sofa, the sun just filtering into the living room, watching Dean sleep. What started out as a make out session with heavy petting ended up with her laid out at his side, half on top of his body between him and the sofa, her only pillow his bare chest. She could get used to waking up like that.
Her fingers traced slow patterns on his chest, gently prying at scars, feeling the smooth expanse of his chest, just because she could. Then slowly she watched him wince, turning his head from side to side before opening his eyes and staring down at her. “This isn’t exactly the most comfortable place to be sleeping.”
“No,” he agreed, voice rasp with sleep, “it isn’t.” His arm wrapped around her waist tightly as he pushed up on the sofa, shifting slightly and brining her with him. "What time is it?"
His hand was sliding over her back, up and down, up and down. "Early." Sliding up his body and cuddling closer by draping one leg over his waist she pressed her face into his neck, breathing in the smell of him. With a content sigh she closed her eyes. "I probably should head up before everyone wakes up."
"Probably." He agreed but made no move to release her. Instead his free hand brushed over her face, pushing messy strands of blond hair off of her face. She closed her eyes under his gentle ministrations. It wasn't until she felt his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look up at him did she open them. But then his lips brushed hers and they were falling closed again as she met him for a kiss.
Waking up in the morning never felt so good. Warm, tucked into his side, protective arm around her body, finger caressing her face...she never wanted to move, never wanted to be anywhere else other then at his side.
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Small talk, that’s what it was as the five of them sat eating amongst themselves. Bobby had fired up the old grill while her mama had stayed inside fixing up potato salad and corn. It was a small affair, but it was enough for all of them, just to get together as a family.
Throughout the day his eyes met hers, lingered. More than once she had caught him looking at her. The two times they were alone he wrapped his hand around her neck, bringing her in for a kiss, one time deepening, making her moan and lean into him, the other time quick and chaste. When they weren’t alone his hand skimmed her back, touched her elbow, trailed along her backside. And then one time, with the others a few feet away they had talked..
“So Sam said you boys are heading out in the morning.”
Jo looked from Bobby to Dean, noting the way he didn’t falter.
“Found a demon, about two states over.”
She’d worn a skirt that day, a simple cotton skirt that hung to her knees. For one time in her life she just wanted to feel pretty, and she was glad she followed through on that instinct. Because ever since she had sat down next to Dean at the table his fingers had been trailing over her knee, and slightly inside of her thigh. Dean’s face gave nothing away, but his fingers had stilled on her knee when he spoke. “Mom, I’m going with them.” The noise at the table seemed to stop in that instant. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, it really shouldn’t have. Jo had went on hunts with the brother’s before, but the vampires, it shook all of them.
“Joanna Beth, you just went round for round with a couple of vampires. The last thing you need is to be jumping back into another hunt.”
“I’m not jumping into anything mom. I’ll be fine in a couple of days.”
“The hell you are. You don’t use half the common sense god gave you.” With that said Ellen tossed her napkin on the table and stood up, pushing the chair back loudly, and left the kitchen.
Jo sighed and rolled her eyes before turning to Dean. “I’ll take care of it.” As she moved to stand his hand fell away from her leg.
“You sure?”
At his concern she allowed herself a brief smile then nodded. “Yea, I got this.” Nothing else was said on the subject and she left the kitchen and went in search of her mom, finally finding her in the bedroom. “Mom...”
“Don’t start Joanna,” Ellen snapped as she shook out a towel from the pile of clean clothes on the bed.
“I’m not. But you said you wanted to take some time off, I didn’t. You’ve never once had a problem with me hunting with them before. I know I’m hurt, but I’m going to take it easy. I won’t go getting myself into any trouble I can’t get out of. And you know Dean, hunting with him is like having a chaperon. Besides you, he is the last person that will let me get into trouble.” Jo paused after that, waiting for some kind of reaction from her mother. There was only silence though as she continued to fold the clothes. “Mom, you know I’m going. I’m just asking you to trust me when I say I’ll be fine.”
With a sigh Ellen dropped the shirt she was currently folding onto the bed. “You swear that you aren’t going to take on anything dangerous until you’re healed?”
“Yes, of course. I know my limits mom.”
“Right.” Ellen said with a roll of her eyes. “If it’s something the boys can handle let them do it though.”
Jo had to bite her tongue at her mother’s words. The last thing Jo wanted to do was admit that she was too weak to participate in a hunt. “Alright.”
“Girl you are going to turn me gray.” With a shake of her head Ellen walked around the bed and stopped next to Jo. Wrapping an arm around her she pressed a kiss to her hair. “Come on downstairs.”
With her mother out of the way Jo was able to relax again. Now her only concern was Dean. Being on the road with him and Sam had never been an issue for her. It had never bothered her that it was two men around her age. They were friends, hunters. That was it. There had always been that slight attraction to Dean on Jo’s part, but it had always been one sided, so she reined it in and eventually moved on from that. Within twenty-four hours though everything had changed, Jo and Dean’s relationship was redefined, which meant traveling together, hunting together would also change.
When they stepped into the kitchen Bobby, Dean and Sam were still sitting around the table, plates cleaned and working their way through a twelve pack.
“Dean.”
Jo stopped halfway across the kitchen at the sound of her mother’s voice. She hadn’t walked through the doorway yet.
“Ellen,” he responded slowly, waiting.
“I want to have a word with you.”
Jo, opened her mouth to protest, but he was already moving, walking past her with only a brief glance in her direction. “Mom...”
“Go have a beer Jo.”
Mouth slightly agape at her mother’s dismissal, Jo watched Dean and her mother disappear from the kitchen. Concerned, and slightly suspicious, she turned back to Sam and Bobby. “This isn’t the first time I’ve gone on a hunt with ya’ll. What’s going on with her?”
“You got hurt.” Sam said with a shrug. “Pretty badly.”
“Yea, but what about when you had to stitch my leg. She didn’t freak out about that.” Jo pointed out as walked to the fridge for a beer.
“She wasn’t there to see it and I’m sure you told her the bare minimum.” Sam watched Jo as she popped off the cap of the beer and took her seat at the table. “Besides, Ellen knows what lengths Dean will go to keep you safe. I’m sure she’s using that in her favor.”
Two days ago Jo would have argued with that, but things were different. Now Jo knew the truth. That wasn’t what bothered her though, it was the fact that even her mother seemed to know there was more to Dean’s feelings for her. Which made her wonder if her mother suspected there was more to Jo and Dean’s relationship then they let on. It had been Jo’s intention to hopefully get some clue to what her mother thought when she found out from Dean what her mother had talked to him about, but he would never tell her and when Jo asked her mom she only shrugged it off.
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Cool air on her back resulted in a slight shiver. Reaching around blindly, Jo attempted to find the covers. Just as she found the edges she attempted to pull them up only to feel a firm hand on her back stopping her. “I’m cold,” she mumbled in response.
“I’m sure I can think of better ways to warm you up,” Dean muttered as he trailed his lips over her shoulder.
Jo moaned in the back of her throat as his hand trailed over her hip and down her thigh. “What time is it?”
“Eight.” He pressed a kiss to her neck as he slid his hand over the back of her thigh and moved back up the inside of it. “Sent Sam for breakfast, we’ve got about twenty minutes before he comes knocking.”
One finger trailed over her slit and she gasped, thrusting backward into his hand. “We need to get dressed too.”
“So fifteen.” He muttered into her neck as he sucked at her skin.
His finger pressed against her clit and she gasped, hips jerking up in response. “That isn’t a lot of time.”
“Sweetheart,” Dean whispered into her ear as she slid one finger into her center, “that’s more than enough.”
Jo whimpered as he added another finger, thrusting in and out of her slowly until she was lifting her hips, meeting his hands. “Dean...” It seemed to be all the pleading he needed, because he moved over her, pressing one knee between her legs and then the other, parting them. Without even being guided she raised her hips in for him, welcoming the hard length that slid into her with one long thrust. The feel of him, stretching her, filling her, it always made her gasp and shudder.
He kissed her shoulder as she moaned, rising her hips higher to draw him in deeper. “Hurry.” It was a pitiful plea, but she wasn’t ashamed, even when he chuckled into her neck.
As he pulled out and slammed back into her she grasped the sheets in her fists, arching into him. It was hard and fast. One hand firm on her hips and then sliding over her stomach to wrap his arm around her waist, hauling her up higher. As he slid deeper she clawed at the sheets, screaming out a plea and praying that Sam wasn’t outside the door, but not caring at the same time. Not when Dean had her bent over, holding her up off the bed like a rag doll and was fucking her senseless.
Within minutes she was screaming his name as he fucked her from behind, fingers rubbing her clit. She barely heard him moan and grunt his own release as she came down from her own. For a few moments he still hovered over her, body pressing against her own, pressing light kisses against her shoulders and neck. “Sam...” She whispered breathlessly.
“Should I be worried you’re saying my brother’s name after I just fucked you?”
When she laughed he bit her shoulder. In response she clenched on him tightly.
“Hey, hey, hey. Sensitive.”
Slowly, he pulled out and she winced, feeling the slickness of her wetness and his cum coating her thighs. A knock at the door brought her back to the reality of the situation.
“Shit. Damn it Dean!”
“It isn’t my fault!” He exclaimed as he reached for the towel he had discarded the night before to wipe himself off. “I can’t help it if I wake up with a hard on! You were laying right next to be bare ass naked, what the hell was I suppose to do?”
Before she could responded Sam’s voice interrupted.
“Come on! Let me in! It’s freaking cold out here.”
“In a minute!” Dean hollered.
“Dean I don’t care if your hair isn’t fixed! Just let me in!”
“I said in a minute!” Dean roared in response.
Jo cursed as she threw the comforter over the bed and hurried to her suitcase for some clothes. There was silence on the other side and then Sam spoke again.
“Are you kidding me? You were going at it again?! I was only gone ten minutes!”
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An hour later, belly full and freshly showered, they were checking out of the motel and making their way to the car. As she reached forward for the door handle Dean grasped it first. She turned to face him as he opened it and smiled.
“Opening doors? How gentlemanly of you.”
“I have my moments,” he said softly as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body.
Jo grasped his arms, arching into him as he kissed her, tongue parting her lips and searching for her own.
“Good god, can’t you keep your hands off of her? I mean this is going on what eight months already?”
Jo snorted as they broke away smirked at the annoyance on Dean’s face.
“Get your ass in the backseat. You’re like a fucking kid.”
“And you’re like a thirteen year old boy who just discovered his dick.”
Jo ducked as Dean reached over her head to pop Sam on the back of the head. There was a loud ‘ow’ from behind her before Dean turned his attention back to her. “Come on,” she pressed her hands against his chest and raised herself onto her toes to press a kiss to lips, “let’s get out of here.”
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Date: 2010-08-09 05:04 am (UTC)"And then suddenly it all came to a halt. Hands encompassed her face, cradling her cheeks, and pulling her away. “Good god Jo, how can you not see what is going on? How can you not understand? I feel like karma has come full circle just to bite me in the ass, and laugh at me, because I’m so far ahead of you in this it’s laughable, and you, you’re so far behind you don’t see shit."
Looved it! Hehe...now where's the sequel??? LOL :-)
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Date: 2010-08-13 09:51 pm (UTC)I absolutely adore it and I would love a sequel and/or Dean POV ! =P
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Date: 2011-04-12 08:27 pm (UTC)“Good god Jo, how can you not see what is going on? How can you not understand? I feel like karma has come full circle just to bite me in the ass, and laugh at me, because I’m so far ahead of you in this it’s laughable, and you, you’re so far behind you don’t see shit.”
I absolutely love that, totally fell in love with Dean. Please, please right some more Dean/Jo!!