30 kisses: 25, Fence. "Waging War."
Waging War
Supernatural. Jo/Dean
Rated PG-13, Spoilers for "AHBL" pt 1
Summary: Jo wanted a white picket fence, but she could sacrifice that for Dean. She wouldn’t mind cheap motel rooms if Dean slept beside her.
30 kisses: #25, Fence.
Dean was never one for domesticity. The idea was nice--playing footsies with his girl while they read the paper--but he knew that sooner or later he would get restless. Dean wanted to travel. He wanted to kill demons and live on the road with his geek brother. He didn’t want to be tied down by a house, two kids and a dog.
Much as she tried to deny it, Jo was a white picket fence girl. She loved the thrill of the chase, but at the end of the day she wanted a house--not a motel room. She wanted to be able to sleep without a knife under her pillow, a rifle over the doorframe and a line of salt across the floor. Hell, she wanted to have kids, guest plates made out of china and a career that didn’t require knowing how to wash blood out of your shirt. Jo’s fantasy world lasted until the Roadhouse burned to the ground, taking half a dozen hunters and Ash--her genius, her friend--with it.
Bobby called to give her the news. He spoke quietly, asked if she was feeling all right and if she wanted to speak with her mother. Jo said yes, because what else could she say? She told Ellen that it wasn’t her fault, that Jo was glad she was okay. Her words sounded empty and insincere. That was when Jo realized that she couldn’t just duck out of her life as a hunter. War had been waged, simple as that, and Jo couldn’t back down. She wouldn’t back down.
Dean didn’t expect Jo to show up, guns blazing, intent on fighting alongside him. He didn’t expect her to show up, but he didn’t turn her away. It was a war, after all--he needed to find Sam and kill the demon and he needed all the help he could get. Even if help came in the shape of a pretty, blonde amateur who attracted trouble. Besides, Dean would never admit it, but he liked having someone fight Bobby for shotgun and pout when he overruled her music choices. He liked having someone to kiss good morning--someone to take his mind off the fact that Sam was gone, that it was Dean’s fault, and that his geek brother might never come back.
Jo wanted a white picket fence, but she could sacrifice that for Dean. She wouldn’t mind cheap motel rooms if Dean slept beside her. Dean could be her home. Dean could be her protection. Jo loved Dean, but the look in his eye when she hooked her arm through his as they stood beside his brother’s lifeless body scared her. She knew that a normal life played second fiddle. It was a war, after all.
Supernatural. Jo/Dean
Rated PG-13, Spoilers for "AHBL" pt 1
Summary: Jo wanted a white picket fence, but she could sacrifice that for Dean. She wouldn’t mind cheap motel rooms if Dean slept beside her.
30 kisses: #25, Fence.
Dean was never one for domesticity. The idea was nice--playing footsies with his girl while they read the paper--but he knew that sooner or later he would get restless. Dean wanted to travel. He wanted to kill demons and live on the road with his geek brother. He didn’t want to be tied down by a house, two kids and a dog.
Much as she tried to deny it, Jo was a white picket fence girl. She loved the thrill of the chase, but at the end of the day she wanted a house--not a motel room. She wanted to be able to sleep without a knife under her pillow, a rifle over the doorframe and a line of salt across the floor. Hell, she wanted to have kids, guest plates made out of china and a career that didn’t require knowing how to wash blood out of your shirt. Jo’s fantasy world lasted until the Roadhouse burned to the ground, taking half a dozen hunters and Ash--her genius, her friend--with it.
Bobby called to give her the news. He spoke quietly, asked if she was feeling all right and if she wanted to speak with her mother. Jo said yes, because what else could she say? She told Ellen that it wasn’t her fault, that Jo was glad she was okay. Her words sounded empty and insincere. That was when Jo realized that she couldn’t just duck out of her life as a hunter. War had been waged, simple as that, and Jo couldn’t back down. She wouldn’t back down.
Dean didn’t expect Jo to show up, guns blazing, intent on fighting alongside him. He didn’t expect her to show up, but he didn’t turn her away. It was a war, after all--he needed to find Sam and kill the demon and he needed all the help he could get. Even if help came in the shape of a pretty, blonde amateur who attracted trouble. Besides, Dean would never admit it, but he liked having someone fight Bobby for shotgun and pout when he overruled her music choices. He liked having someone to kiss good morning--someone to take his mind off the fact that Sam was gone, that it was Dean’s fault, and that his geek brother might never come back.
Jo wanted a white picket fence, but she could sacrifice that for Dean. She wouldn’t mind cheap motel rooms if Dean slept beside her. Dean could be her home. Dean could be her protection. Jo loved Dean, but the look in his eye when she hooked her arm through his as they stood beside his brother’s lifeless body scared her. She knew that a normal life played second fiddle. It was a war, after all.