Supernatural, Jo/Dean. 30kisses #14
Shotgun Shuts Her Cake-hole
Theme: #14 radio-cassette player
Disclaimer: It’s Kripke’s sandbox; they’re not mine :)
Summary: "This," Dean said, gently waving a cassette tape in front of Jo's face, "is music."
Rating: PG
Written for the 30kisses challenge
"What did I say about REO Speedwagon?"
Jo smiled and widened her eyes innocently. “That they were poignant and timeless?”
“No, I said that they sucked and I didn’t want to listen to them in my damn car.” Dean hit the “eject” button with more force than necessary and tossed the cassette at his brother sitting in the back seat. Sam caught it easily.
Jo heaved a sigh-she must have learned that from Sam-and stared out the window. She was waiting for Dean to apologize, but as far as Dean was concerned she could wait forever because it was never going to come. Keeping one hand on the wheel, Dean rummaged through the tapes stashed in the glove compartment with the fake IDs and their Dad’s old cell phone.
“This,” Dean said, gently waving a cassette tape in front of Jo’s face, “is music.” He inserted the tape and turned the volume up. Jo rolled her eyes, fighting a smile as AC/DC started pumping out the speakers. When he started thumping the steering wheel and singing along, Jo couldn’t stop herself. She leaned over and kissed him quick and soft on his cheek. Dean looked surprised for a second, but he let her lean her head on his shoulder and close her eyes.
Before she drifted off she heard Dean say something to the road. “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts her cake-hole, that’s all I’m saying.”
Jo smiled, and allowed herself to sleep.
Theme: #14 radio-cassette player
Disclaimer: It’s Kripke’s sandbox; they’re not mine :)
Summary: "This," Dean said, gently waving a cassette tape in front of Jo's face, "is music."
Rating: PG
Written for the 30kisses challenge
"What did I say about REO Speedwagon?"
Jo smiled and widened her eyes innocently. “That they were poignant and timeless?”
“No, I said that they sucked and I didn’t want to listen to them in my damn car.” Dean hit the “eject” button with more force than necessary and tossed the cassette at his brother sitting in the back seat. Sam caught it easily.
Jo heaved a sigh-she must have learned that from Sam-and stared out the window. She was waiting for Dean to apologize, but as far as Dean was concerned she could wait forever because it was never going to come. Keeping one hand on the wheel, Dean rummaged through the tapes stashed in the glove compartment with the fake IDs and their Dad’s old cell phone.
“This,” Dean said, gently waving a cassette tape in front of Jo’s face, “is music.” He inserted the tape and turned the volume up. Jo rolled her eyes, fighting a smile as AC/DC started pumping out the speakers. When he started thumping the steering wheel and singing along, Jo couldn’t stop herself. She leaned over and kissed him quick and soft on his cheek. Dean looked surprised for a second, but he let her lean her head on his shoulder and close her eyes.
Before she drifted off she heard Dean say something to the road. “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts her cake-hole, that’s all I’m saying.”
Jo smiled, and allowed herself to sleep.