Over My Head 1/?
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Disclaimer: Don't own just playing with Kripke's toys. I promise to put them away when I'm finished. I do own Chris, my OMC. And of course my over-active imagination!
Summary: Dean has realized he has feelings for Jo but buries them once he finds out she has a boyfriend.
Over My Head
Chapter 1:
Dean lay on a bed, staring up at the ceiling. Yet another lame-ass motel in another lame-ass town. A few minutes later Sam came through the door, carrying with him bags of food.
“Oh, my god. You haven’t moved. You want to talk some more?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “No need, Dr. Phil. I’m good, thanks,” he snarked.
“You could just call her you know,” Sam suggested. Dean groaned, shaking his head. “No. I told you I’m good,” he insisted.
Sam shrugged. “If you say so. But if you ask me, you seem pretty damn miserable for somebody who keeps saying they’re fine.”
Dean glared at him. “Fine. If you’ll shut up we’ll go see her.”
“You love Jo, don’t you?” Sam asked, grinning.
“I thought I told you to shut up!?”
***
“There she is,” Jo said almost gleefully. Her boyfriend of nearly six months, Chris Matos, followed close behind her. The two of them had been after a spirit by the name of Cheryl Myers for almost two weeks. Jo looked back at Chris, who nodded at her.
“All right, babe, let’s do this,” he said, watching his girlfriend cock her shotgun. He followed suit and within minutes Cheryl was gone. Jo turned toward her boyfriend, unable to stifle a yawn.
“I’m ready to go home. How about you?”
“Yeah, let’s get home,” Chris agreed, taking a hold of Jo’s hand. The two of them left the Minnesota State Library, which thanks to them was no longer haunted.
***
“What the hell, man!? We don’t have a history!” Dean insisted, his eyes trained on the road.
“Of course you do! If I were to ask Jo, do you honestly think she’d disagree like you’re doing?” Sam demanded. “Living in denial’s no way to live, dude.”
Dean swallowed hard, suddenly lost in the past.
“So, um, I guess I got fifty one hours to waste. I thought maybe tonight we should, uh… No, you know what? Never mind.”
“What?” Jo asked him, her curiosity peaked.
“Nothing, just… wrong place, wrong time.”
“You know I thought you were gonna toss me some cheap pick up line. Most hunters come through that door, think that they can get in my pants…with some pizza, six-pack and side one of Zeppelin IV.”
“What a bunch of scumbags,” Dean said.
“Not you,” Jo replied with a hint of a smile, almost certain he wasn’t being completely honest with her.
“I guess not,” Dean muttered, avoiding her gaze.
Dean sighed heavily. Maybe Sam had a point. He just had to face his fears and hope like hell that Jo would be able to forgive him for walking away the first time.
***
“Oh, give it up. You suck and you know it!” Jo crowed triumphantly, watching in delight as another of her victims was blown away, leaving her with the high score. She really shouldn’t have convinced Chris to get a PS2. It wasn’t fair for him to lose constantly. Though on the other hand she couldn’t help it if she was just that good.
Chris crawled over to where she sat on the floor, gently pushing her all the way back, caressing her cheek as he hovered over her.
“Maybe I let you win. You ever think of that?” he whispered, his tongue darting over the outer-shell of her ear.
“That’s doubtful. Be careful. I don’t want to have to take another shower,” she warned.
“When has that ever stopped us?” Chris asked playfully, his hands massaging her shoulders, running over the pink terry cloth bathrobe she wore. He inhaled her still damp hair, smelling her strawberry shampoo.
Just then the doorbell rang. “Dammit. Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of whoever it is,” Jo said with a wink, heading for the door. “Hi. Whatever you’re selling we really don’t need…” her voice caught in her throat as she stared at the man in front of her.
“Hey, Jo,” he said softly.
“Dean.”
tbc...
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Disclaimer: Don't own just playing with Kripke's toys. I promise to put them away when I'm finished. I do own Chris, my OMC. And of course my over-active imagination!
Summary: Dean has realized he has feelings for Jo but buries them once he finds out she has a boyfriend.
Over My Head
Chapter 1:
Dean lay on a bed, staring up at the ceiling. Yet another lame-ass motel in another lame-ass town. A few minutes later Sam came through the door, carrying with him bags of food.
“Oh, my god. You haven’t moved. You want to talk some more?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “No need, Dr. Phil. I’m good, thanks,” he snarked.
“You could just call her you know,” Sam suggested. Dean groaned, shaking his head. “No. I told you I’m good,” he insisted.
Sam shrugged. “If you say so. But if you ask me, you seem pretty damn miserable for somebody who keeps saying they’re fine.”
Dean glared at him. “Fine. If you’ll shut up we’ll go see her.”
“You love Jo, don’t you?” Sam asked, grinning.
“I thought I told you to shut up!?”
***
“There she is,” Jo said almost gleefully. Her boyfriend of nearly six months, Chris Matos, followed close behind her. The two of them had been after a spirit by the name of Cheryl Myers for almost two weeks. Jo looked back at Chris, who nodded at her.
“All right, babe, let’s do this,” he said, watching his girlfriend cock her shotgun. He followed suit and within minutes Cheryl was gone. Jo turned toward her boyfriend, unable to stifle a yawn.
“I’m ready to go home. How about you?”
“Yeah, let’s get home,” Chris agreed, taking a hold of Jo’s hand. The two of them left the Minnesota State Library, which thanks to them was no longer haunted.
***
“What the hell, man!? We don’t have a history!” Dean insisted, his eyes trained on the road.
“Of course you do! If I were to ask Jo, do you honestly think she’d disagree like you’re doing?” Sam demanded. “Living in denial’s no way to live, dude.”
Dean swallowed hard, suddenly lost in the past.
“So, um, I guess I got fifty one hours to waste. I thought maybe tonight we should, uh… No, you know what? Never mind.”
“What?” Jo asked him, her curiosity peaked.
“Nothing, just… wrong place, wrong time.”
“You know I thought you were gonna toss me some cheap pick up line. Most hunters come through that door, think that they can get in my pants…with some pizza, six-pack and side one of Zeppelin IV.”
“What a bunch of scumbags,” Dean said.
“Not you,” Jo replied with a hint of a smile, almost certain he wasn’t being completely honest with her.
“I guess not,” Dean muttered, avoiding her gaze.
Dean sighed heavily. Maybe Sam had a point. He just had to face his fears and hope like hell that Jo would be able to forgive him for walking away the first time.
***
“Oh, give it up. You suck and you know it!” Jo crowed triumphantly, watching in delight as another of her victims was blown away, leaving her with the high score. She really shouldn’t have convinced Chris to get a PS2. It wasn’t fair for him to lose constantly. Though on the other hand she couldn’t help it if she was just that good.
Chris crawled over to where she sat on the floor, gently pushing her all the way back, caressing her cheek as he hovered over her.
“Maybe I let you win. You ever think of that?” he whispered, his tongue darting over the outer-shell of her ear.
“That’s doubtful. Be careful. I don’t want to have to take another shower,” she warned.
“When has that ever stopped us?” Chris asked playfully, his hands massaging her shoulders, running over the pink terry cloth bathrobe she wore. He inhaled her still damp hair, smelling her strawberry shampoo.
Just then the doorbell rang. “Dammit. Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of whoever it is,” Jo said with a wink, heading for the door. “Hi. Whatever you’re selling we really don’t need…” her voice caught in her throat as she stared at the man in front of her.
“Hey, Jo,” he said softly.
“Dean.”
tbc...