i can't fight this feel [For thetenspot Canon]
** Sam and Jo used with the permission of damnrightreo & hegavemea45
** This is gonna be Fanon for TTS
** Slight spoilers of Season 3 abound but it's AU
[New Orleans]
The knock on the cheap motel room door brings Dean out of his reverie. He was looking at the leads that Sam had gotten over the past couple of months; probably with the help of his demon girlfriend. Sighing he closes the folder and slips it back into Sam’s laptop case. He wasn’t snooping exactly - okay he was totally snooping. It wasn’t the point.
When he opens the door he’s met with a blonde fist of fury across his jaw. He recoils back and brings his hand to his up.
“What the hell, Jo!” he says in that voice like he doesn’t know why she just hit him.
She stalks into the room and pushes the door closed behind her. And Dude, she looks pissed.
“You could have just slappe-“ her lips crash to his before he can get the sentence out.
She must not mind that coppery taste of blood from the split lip she gave him. The kissing hurts like a mother but he’s not about to stop cause its much better than the punching; much fucking better than the punching.
He lifts his hands to her hips and then up to her face and realizes he knows what she meant about not breathing for the sake of kissing. She presses her body so close to his it makes him groan low in his throat.
”Jo,” he breathes and pulls her even closer.
Dean has no earthly clue why he’s about to do this but he pulls back and not just for air. He holds her face in his hands and presses his forehead against hers.
“We should talk,” he tells her.
He has no fucking idea when he apparently let his brain do the thinking but there it is; Jo’s different and he can’t even count how many times he’s messed it up already.
“There’s been enough talking,” she says and pulls his head back to hers. Groaning again he’s caught off guard when she shoves him hard. He’s about to protest when he realizes there’s a bed directly behind him.
He can’t get another thought in edgewise because she’s suddenly straddling his hips and tugging off her shirt. Lips on his before he can think of some witty comeback - not that he really had all his wits about him right now.
She’s got his shirt off and his pressing her hips in just the right spot when the motel room door opens and Sam walks in. Dean sits up pulling Jo to his chest to try to hide her body from his brother.
“Sam!”
“Oh god. Oh god, I so didn’t need to see that.” And the dumbass just stands there with the door open.
“Sam!” Dean yells again.
He feels Jo’s embarrassed laughter against his shoulder. Dean’s eyes widen when Sam comes further into the room instead of going away but then he realizes Sam is just getting his stuff before heading towards the door.
“I’m still going to kick your ass for those e-mails, Sam,” Jo calls without lifting her head. Dean just grins and smirks at Sam who visibly gulps at her threat.
“I’m just going to leave you two alone,” Sam says and he’s as red as an apple.
It makes Dean laugh a little, “Really? Wow, that would be great.”
“Well you don’t have to be sarcastic,” Sam frowns or no, that’s definitely a pout.
“Dude, What the hell are you still doing here?” Dean asks exasperated.
“I’ll be back in a few days,” Sam says and then finally moves to get out of the damn room which is good because Jo’s had stopped laughing and started kissing and sucking along his neck.
When the door shuts he closes his eyes for a split second and then pulls her head to his for another kiss. He’s really glad Sam didn’t ruin the mood. A little worried but still glad.
**
“You know the worst thing about motels?” Dean says idly, his hand slowly making trails through Jo’s hair.
They’re still in bed and they haven’t left in nearly 24 hours.
“You mean besides the skeevy towels, bad water-pressure, sketchy bed linen’s and poor service?” She asks without moving her head from his chest or slowing the steady lines she’s drawing on his chest with her index finger.
“Yeah, besides that,” he shakes his head, “there is no room service.”
She laughs and he likes the sound. Usually he’s just pissing her off and she’s threatening to kick his ass. He doesn’t mind that either … but he likes her laugh. That’s it, she’s turning him into a sap. A sap who cares more about the girl than the sex - not that he doesn’t care about the sex but he had been abstaining for the last month or so for Jo even when she didn’t even ask him to; it was implied. Anyway. He’s a sap because he keeps thinking about what he’s doing to her by just being here with her. He’s got less than a year and it’s not fair. He probably shouldn't have listened when she said she could make the decision for herself and he doesn’t even know why she’d ever want a guy like him anyway.
He sighs and she looks up at him. “I thought you were going to suggest we go out and get some food on the French quarter.”
“I got lost in thought.”
“I didn’t know you had enough of those,” she says.
He gasps and moves his hands to her sides tickling her suddenly and without abandon. She starts to squirm, squeak and threaten.
“If you don’t.” stop “stop that” stop “I’ll never” stop “have sex” He stops.
First comes the threat of no sex then comes the knees to the groin. He’s learned a lot in his times as a … yeah he’s not going to finish that thought. She might suddenly become a mind reader and actually kick him in the nuts. He’d hope not since this whole food outing is just a brief recess in their activities.
She takes a minute to catch her breath and then sends him a glare that would shrivel the testicles of a weaker man. Dean’s a weak man but not that weak.
“Don’t punch me again,” He says holding up his hands in defense with a small grin.
She rolls her eyes and pulls the sheet around her body to head to the bathroom to change. During another brief interlude she’d gone to her car and gotten out her duffel bag. He likes that she has a duffel bag and not some frilly number. Or something pink. He can't stand a woman who wears a little pink - especially lacy pink underwear - but not one who thinks pink is just like ZOMG THE BEST EVER! It’s annoying and Jo is - usually - not annoying. That sounds bad but he’s only annoyed with her when she does that stubborn ‘I want to Hunt’ thing and it’s not because he doesn’t have confidence in her ability - anymore - just that he knows how close he and Sammy come to death all the time and the thought of some evil bastard hurting her is just too much. She’s a big girl though and he has to deal with it - fuck he’s channeling her voice in his head; he’s so in trouble.
“Not like I haven’t seen you naked!” He calls.
He can’t disappoint her.
“Ass!” she calls back.
He grins. See, not disappointed. Besides it’s the truth; he has seen her naked and he hopes to see her naked as much as possible in the next eight months. He grins again when he hear the shower turn on and just as he’s about to go join her his cell phone rings.
He sighs despondently and pulls his cell phone out of his discarded jean pocket.
“You really have the worst timing ever, worse than me - and mine is bad,” Dean grabs a pair of boxers and pulls them on.
“Tell me your not naked, wait, don’t.” Sam says and Dean rolls his eyes.
“Not anymore,” Dean sighs again.
“Ew. Do you have to … never mind. I’m not going to be back as quick as I figured,” Sam sounds tired and Dean just wishes Sam was there for half a second so he could smack his brother on the back of the head. Just for a second because Sam would inevitably ruin the vibe Dean and Jo are in right now and Dean likes that vibe, a lot.
“Doesn’t bother me but we were suppose to look into that haunting,” Dean reminds the little shit.
“Take Jo,” Sam replies.
If glares were transmitted through phone lines Sam would definitely feel the one Dean is giving the wall. Even though the wall didn't do anything to him.
“You know that might actually be a turn on. She’s got this …”
“OH EW! God, what makes you think I want to hear that Dean.” Sam’s voice is loud and it makes Dean smirk.
“Where are you anyway?” Dean asks, his voice is light.
“I’m not telling you so don’t even bother playing that concerned card. You said you did what you had to do and I’m doing what I have to do,” Sam sounds so damn righteous sometimes that it makes Dean want to punch him in the nose. He’s actually considering it when Jo comes out in a towel.
Damn.
“Just be careful Sammy,” Dean says seriously but his eyes watch Jo’s every move.
“No lecture? Jo must be … never mind. God, I need to bleach out my brain.”
Dean grins.
“See you later Sammy,” he tells his brother and then hangs up before he can get a reply.
“Sammy really did convince you to come down here to keep me occupied so he could go on some hunt for my soul didn’t he?” Dean had just thought that was a joke.
Jo pulls on a pair of jeans and slips her arms into her bra before contorting in a way to snap it closed that makes Dean wonder why women wear those torture devices. Clearly a demon thought them up. And it doesn’t make him girly to think bra’s a useless, it makes him manly because he likes women all natural.
“Jo,” he prods. He pulls on his own pair of jeans and walks over to her.
She finally looks at him and sighs. “Yeah, but I was planning on coming anyway and I’m not going to apologize for giving Sam the opportunity to save you; not anymore than you’ll apologize for saving him. So you - ”
He silences her with a kiss.
“I’m not mad.”
She stares at him in shock for a long moment. He grins. “So food, French Quarter, what do you say?”
**
“Oh my god you are so good at that,” Jo breathes and Dean just gives her a cheshire grin and makes his way back up her body.
He meets her lips hungrily and then trails them down her jaw to her neck. He really wants to taste her everywhere and carry it with him when she’s not around. She can’t be around forever because they’re hunters and hunters are really the stay in one place types. She won’t want to hunt with him that often either because he’ll inevitably piss her off and she’ll wish he was gone. And he’ll inevitably be too concerned with her safety which would probably be the cause of pissing her off anyway. He’s not a long term guy and he wonders if that’s why he finally admitted he needed her. He doesn’t think so but there are still things about his stupidity that surprise him.
Pulling back for air he raises his hand to her face and just looks at her.
“You’re freaking me out, stop that,” she says but she’s still out of breath.
“I thought chicks liked it when men stared at them adoringly?” He shot back with a smirk.
She rolls her eyes but lets out a light laugh, “Adoring?”
He leans forward and kisses her softly. “Have I not made that clear by now? There was that whole thing of me pouring my heart out to you and you saying ‘OH’,” He tells her with a teasing smile.
“You did the same thing!” She protests.
He laughs and he hopes she likes the sound. Fuck he’s becoming Sam. All girly and ball-less. God help him.
“Maybe I did,” Dean grins and kisses her again.
“Don’t turn all sap on me now Dean,” She tells him and gives him a half-hearted glare.
“I knew you liked my jaskassery!” He says, voice rising.
“That’s not a word,” she tells him and looks up at the ceiling.
“You really do don’t you? Well in that case I’m just going to have to start being an ass again. Get up woman and get me a beer!”
Elbowing him in the side, hard, she gives him another one of her patented glares.
“OW! Woman that hurt! I don’t think I can service you anymore if you keep doing that,” he says but laughs despite himself.
Jo sits up and pushes him down on the bed. She moves over him and grins, “You like it rough besides, I don’t need you to do any of the work this time.”
Really he should get credit for not passing out.
**
“You shot me!” Dean cries and he nearly swallows a spider web from this old dusty house.
“It’s only rock salt, don’t be such a baby.” She replies, unaffected.
“You. Shot. Me.” He says again, slower this time so she might understand.
“The ghost was about to kick your ass some more,” she shoots back at him.
“Well next time maybe you should not call my name before you shoot at a ghost who can DISAPEAR!” He half shouts at her.
“But honey,” she starts in a saccharine sweet voice, “the faces you make are just so cute!”
He suddenly wants to kill her. Not really kill her but kill her in a way that will shut her up and get that gun out of her hands. This is why he doesn’t hunt with women. He’s only mildly sexist but its never good to hunt with someone your sleeping with. Not that he’d actually know because he’s only done real hunting with his father and brother and that’s just gross but because on all those cop shows the conflict of interest and putting yourself in danger to save someone your hot for is apparently stupid. That barely makes sense in his head. But, also, giving them a gun is a bad idea too cause they might SHOOT YOU!
She turns her attention to a stack of papers which is the whole point of this little excursion, they’ve got to find the original record of the burial so they can find out if its one of the cemeteries that got devastated by the hurricane - in which case there’s pretty much nothing they can do short of burning every set of bones that are being held waiting for identification. That damn storm really fucked up this town and our jobs.
“Got it, The Bayou Hill Cemetery, is that on our list?” she looks up at him and she looks so damn cute in this light.
Wow. So that’s another reason this hunting together thing is a bad idea. The fact that she’s looking at him like she wouldn’t mind throwing him against a wall right now despite the fact that there’s a ghost trying to kill them? That makes it a bad idea too. She averts her eyes like that occurs to her as well.
“Yes. Dammit. I really wanted to kill this sorry son-of-a-bitch,” He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. His hand comes back with a spider and he jumps for a moment and glances up at Jo whose biting her lip to keep from laughing at him. Shrugging the spider off his hand he turns and heads towards the door.
“Let’s go.”
**
Sammy’s last call interrupted a very interesting game of quarters without the alcohol - not like they particularly wanted to dull any memories. It was also three days after the last call and Dean was only mildly worried. Only mildly cause Jo kept him occupied and kept telling him that Sam was a good hunter. She was surprisingly comforting in that respect.
Sam insisted that Dean and Jo meet him at this old park that was literally at the center of about five cemeteries which would have worried Dean if they’d been remotely symmetrical.
Dean got instantly worried, though, because Sam sounded off. Too off, not the usual off that Sam got when he was being particularly moody.
“Would you stop worrying already? He’s fine,” Jo says in an exasperated voice from beside him in the Impala.
“He didn’t sound fine,” he replied and let out a breath as he slipped into a parking space. He saw Sam sitting on a bench with a blonde girl and hoped to hell it wasn’t that demon freak.
Sam and the girl didn’t look up from their conversation, “He better not have shacked up with some …”
Dean stops walking, his mouth drops open and Jo stands by him confused, “Dean? Dean what’s wrong?”
Jo looks towards Sam and the woman he's with; they both look up and Jo looks back at Dean.
Logically he knows this can’t be happening. There is absolutely no way its possible Sam did what Dean was currently thinking he did. No way. Not after throwing the ‘what’s dead should stay stead’ thing in Dean’s face more times than he could count.
“Mom?” Dean chokes out and Jo’s eyes widen as Sam and … Sam and Dean’s mom get up from the bench and slowly head towards them.
Jo slips her hand into Dean’s and tries - and fails - to not glare heatedly at Sam for just springing this on Dean. And possibly for lying to her cause last time she check Sam was off trying to get Dean out of his deal not raising the dead.
“Dean,” Mary says softly with a smile on her face.
“Mom?” Dean says again like a broken record.
Mary smiles and moves forward and Jo lets go of Dean’s hand so they can have their moment. Dean hugs his mother so tightly he’s afraid she might break. He has no damn clue how this is possible and he’s really pissed at Sam but he’d know his mom anywhere and considering Sammy brought her here instead of … it means its their mom and she’s real. She even smells like his mom and not like death; its like she was never gone.
Except she was. She had been gone.
When the two of them pulled back from their hug/reunion Mary’s eyes moved to Jo.
“Oh. Mom, this is Jo,” Dean says and Mary smiles the warm smile of a mother meeting a …
“His giiiirlfriend,” Sam says and he sounds so kid-like that Dean wants to hug him and smack him all at the same time. He settles for a glare and wraps an arm around Jo’s waist anyway as his mother shakes her hand and grins like … well like she’s just been brought back from the dead and is meeting her sons … whatever …
Jo actually grins up at him and he sighs. Now she’s gonna never let him forget that he didn’t disagree with Sam. Of course it puts a whole new level of messed up to their relationship - not that it could get that much more messed up and yes he’s admitting they have a relationship.
When Mary and Jo walk ahead of them towards the car Dean smacks the back of Sam’s head.
“What did you do?” He hisses at his brother.
“Ow! God. It was an accident, it was suppose to get you out of the deal and …” Sam motions towards their mom and Jo.
** This is gonna be Fanon for TTS
** Slight spoilers of Season 3 abound but it's AU
[New Orleans]
The knock on the cheap motel room door brings Dean out of his reverie. He was looking at the leads that Sam had gotten over the past couple of months; probably with the help of his demon girlfriend. Sighing he closes the folder and slips it back into Sam’s laptop case. He wasn’t snooping exactly - okay he was totally snooping. It wasn’t the point.
When he opens the door he’s met with a blonde fist of fury across his jaw. He recoils back and brings his hand to his up.
“What the hell, Jo!” he says in that voice like he doesn’t know why she just hit him.
She stalks into the room and pushes the door closed behind her. And Dude, she looks pissed.
“You could have just slappe-“ her lips crash to his before he can get the sentence out.
She must not mind that coppery taste of blood from the split lip she gave him. The kissing hurts like a mother but he’s not about to stop cause its much better than the punching; much fucking better than the punching.
He lifts his hands to her hips and then up to her face and realizes he knows what she meant about not breathing for the sake of kissing. She presses her body so close to his it makes him groan low in his throat.
”Jo,” he breathes and pulls her even closer.
Dean has no earthly clue why he’s about to do this but he pulls back and not just for air. He holds her face in his hands and presses his forehead against hers.
“We should talk,” he tells her.
He has no fucking idea when he apparently let his brain do the thinking but there it is; Jo’s different and he can’t even count how many times he’s messed it up already.
“There’s been enough talking,” she says and pulls his head back to hers. Groaning again he’s caught off guard when she shoves him hard. He’s about to protest when he realizes there’s a bed directly behind him.
He can’t get another thought in edgewise because she’s suddenly straddling his hips and tugging off her shirt. Lips on his before he can think of some witty comeback - not that he really had all his wits about him right now.
She’s got his shirt off and his pressing her hips in just the right spot when the motel room door opens and Sam walks in. Dean sits up pulling Jo to his chest to try to hide her body from his brother.
“Sam!”
“Oh god. Oh god, I so didn’t need to see that.” And the dumbass just stands there with the door open.
“Sam!” Dean yells again.
He feels Jo’s embarrassed laughter against his shoulder. Dean’s eyes widen when Sam comes further into the room instead of going away but then he realizes Sam is just getting his stuff before heading towards the door.
“I’m still going to kick your ass for those e-mails, Sam,” Jo calls without lifting her head. Dean just grins and smirks at Sam who visibly gulps at her threat.
“I’m just going to leave you two alone,” Sam says and he’s as red as an apple.
It makes Dean laugh a little, “Really? Wow, that would be great.”
“Well you don’t have to be sarcastic,” Sam frowns or no, that’s definitely a pout.
“Dude, What the hell are you still doing here?” Dean asks exasperated.
“I’ll be back in a few days,” Sam says and then finally moves to get out of the damn room which is good because Jo’s had stopped laughing and started kissing and sucking along his neck.
When the door shuts he closes his eyes for a split second and then pulls her head to his for another kiss. He’s really glad Sam didn’t ruin the mood. A little worried but still glad.
**
“You know the worst thing about motels?” Dean says idly, his hand slowly making trails through Jo’s hair.
They’re still in bed and they haven’t left in nearly 24 hours.
“You mean besides the skeevy towels, bad water-pressure, sketchy bed linen’s and poor service?” She asks without moving her head from his chest or slowing the steady lines she’s drawing on his chest with her index finger.
“Yeah, besides that,” he shakes his head, “there is no room service.”
She laughs and he likes the sound. Usually he’s just pissing her off and she’s threatening to kick his ass. He doesn’t mind that either … but he likes her laugh. That’s it, she’s turning him into a sap. A sap who cares more about the girl than the sex - not that he doesn’t care about the sex but he had been abstaining for the last month or so for Jo even when she didn’t even ask him to; it was implied. Anyway. He’s a sap because he keeps thinking about what he’s doing to her by just being here with her. He’s got less than a year and it’s not fair. He probably shouldn't have listened when she said she could make the decision for herself and he doesn’t even know why she’d ever want a guy like him anyway.
He sighs and she looks up at him. “I thought you were going to suggest we go out and get some food on the French quarter.”
“I got lost in thought.”
“I didn’t know you had enough of those,” she says.
He gasps and moves his hands to her sides tickling her suddenly and without abandon. She starts to squirm, squeak and threaten.
“If you don’t.” stop “stop that” stop “I’ll never” stop “have sex” He stops.
First comes the threat of no sex then comes the knees to the groin. He’s learned a lot in his times as a … yeah he’s not going to finish that thought. She might suddenly become a mind reader and actually kick him in the nuts. He’d hope not since this whole food outing is just a brief recess in their activities.
She takes a minute to catch her breath and then sends him a glare that would shrivel the testicles of a weaker man. Dean’s a weak man but not that weak.
“Don’t punch me again,” He says holding up his hands in defense with a small grin.
She rolls her eyes and pulls the sheet around her body to head to the bathroom to change. During another brief interlude she’d gone to her car and gotten out her duffel bag. He likes that she has a duffel bag and not some frilly number. Or something pink. He can't stand a woman who wears a little pink - especially lacy pink underwear - but not one who thinks pink is just like ZOMG THE BEST EVER! It’s annoying and Jo is - usually - not annoying. That sounds bad but he’s only annoyed with her when she does that stubborn ‘I want to Hunt’ thing and it’s not because he doesn’t have confidence in her ability - anymore - just that he knows how close he and Sammy come to death all the time and the thought of some evil bastard hurting her is just too much. She’s a big girl though and he has to deal with it - fuck he’s channeling her voice in his head; he’s so in trouble.
“Not like I haven’t seen you naked!” He calls.
He can’t disappoint her.
“Ass!” she calls back.
He grins. See, not disappointed. Besides it’s the truth; he has seen her naked and he hopes to see her naked as much as possible in the next eight months. He grins again when he hear the shower turn on and just as he’s about to go join her his cell phone rings.
He sighs despondently and pulls his cell phone out of his discarded jean pocket.
“You really have the worst timing ever, worse than me - and mine is bad,” Dean grabs a pair of boxers and pulls them on.
“Tell me your not naked, wait, don’t.” Sam says and Dean rolls his eyes.
“Not anymore,” Dean sighs again.
“Ew. Do you have to … never mind. I’m not going to be back as quick as I figured,” Sam sounds tired and Dean just wishes Sam was there for half a second so he could smack his brother on the back of the head. Just for a second because Sam would inevitably ruin the vibe Dean and Jo are in right now and Dean likes that vibe, a lot.
“Doesn’t bother me but we were suppose to look into that haunting,” Dean reminds the little shit.
“Take Jo,” Sam replies.
If glares were transmitted through phone lines Sam would definitely feel the one Dean is giving the wall. Even though the wall didn't do anything to him.
“You know that might actually be a turn on. She’s got this …”
“OH EW! God, what makes you think I want to hear that Dean.” Sam’s voice is loud and it makes Dean smirk.
“Where are you anyway?” Dean asks, his voice is light.
“I’m not telling you so don’t even bother playing that concerned card. You said you did what you had to do and I’m doing what I have to do,” Sam sounds so damn righteous sometimes that it makes Dean want to punch him in the nose. He’s actually considering it when Jo comes out in a towel.
Damn.
“Just be careful Sammy,” Dean says seriously but his eyes watch Jo’s every move.
“No lecture? Jo must be … never mind. God, I need to bleach out my brain.”
Dean grins.
“See you later Sammy,” he tells his brother and then hangs up before he can get a reply.
“Sammy really did convince you to come down here to keep me occupied so he could go on some hunt for my soul didn’t he?” Dean had just thought that was a joke.
Jo pulls on a pair of jeans and slips her arms into her bra before contorting in a way to snap it closed that makes Dean wonder why women wear those torture devices. Clearly a demon thought them up. And it doesn’t make him girly to think bra’s a useless, it makes him manly because he likes women all natural.
“Jo,” he prods. He pulls on his own pair of jeans and walks over to her.
She finally looks at him and sighs. “Yeah, but I was planning on coming anyway and I’m not going to apologize for giving Sam the opportunity to save you; not anymore than you’ll apologize for saving him. So you - ”
He silences her with a kiss.
“I’m not mad.”
She stares at him in shock for a long moment. He grins. “So food, French Quarter, what do you say?”
**
“Oh my god you are so good at that,” Jo breathes and Dean just gives her a cheshire grin and makes his way back up her body.
He meets her lips hungrily and then trails them down her jaw to her neck. He really wants to taste her everywhere and carry it with him when she’s not around. She can’t be around forever because they’re hunters and hunters are really the stay in one place types. She won’t want to hunt with him that often either because he’ll inevitably piss her off and she’ll wish he was gone. And he’ll inevitably be too concerned with her safety which would probably be the cause of pissing her off anyway. He’s not a long term guy and he wonders if that’s why he finally admitted he needed her. He doesn’t think so but there are still things about his stupidity that surprise him.
Pulling back for air he raises his hand to her face and just looks at her.
“You’re freaking me out, stop that,” she says but she’s still out of breath.
“I thought chicks liked it when men stared at them adoringly?” He shot back with a smirk.
She rolls her eyes but lets out a light laugh, “Adoring?”
He leans forward and kisses her softly. “Have I not made that clear by now? There was that whole thing of me pouring my heart out to you and you saying ‘OH’,” He tells her with a teasing smile.
“You did the same thing!” She protests.
He laughs and he hopes she likes the sound. Fuck he’s becoming Sam. All girly and ball-less. God help him.
“Maybe I did,” Dean grins and kisses her again.
“Don’t turn all sap on me now Dean,” She tells him and gives him a half-hearted glare.
“I knew you liked my jaskassery!” He says, voice rising.
“That’s not a word,” she tells him and looks up at the ceiling.
“You really do don’t you? Well in that case I’m just going to have to start being an ass again. Get up woman and get me a beer!”
Elbowing him in the side, hard, she gives him another one of her patented glares.
“OW! Woman that hurt! I don’t think I can service you anymore if you keep doing that,” he says but laughs despite himself.
Jo sits up and pushes him down on the bed. She moves over him and grins, “You like it rough besides, I don’t need you to do any of the work this time.”
Really he should get credit for not passing out.
**
“You shot me!” Dean cries and he nearly swallows a spider web from this old dusty house.
“It’s only rock salt, don’t be such a baby.” She replies, unaffected.
“You. Shot. Me.” He says again, slower this time so she might understand.
“The ghost was about to kick your ass some more,” she shoots back at him.
“Well next time maybe you should not call my name before you shoot at a ghost who can DISAPEAR!” He half shouts at her.
“But honey,” she starts in a saccharine sweet voice, “the faces you make are just so cute!”
He suddenly wants to kill her. Not really kill her but kill her in a way that will shut her up and get that gun out of her hands. This is why he doesn’t hunt with women. He’s only mildly sexist but its never good to hunt with someone your sleeping with. Not that he’d actually know because he’s only done real hunting with his father and brother and that’s just gross but because on all those cop shows the conflict of interest and putting yourself in danger to save someone your hot for is apparently stupid. That barely makes sense in his head. But, also, giving them a gun is a bad idea too cause they might SHOOT YOU!
She turns her attention to a stack of papers which is the whole point of this little excursion, they’ve got to find the original record of the burial so they can find out if its one of the cemeteries that got devastated by the hurricane - in which case there’s pretty much nothing they can do short of burning every set of bones that are being held waiting for identification. That damn storm really fucked up this town and our jobs.
“Got it, The Bayou Hill Cemetery, is that on our list?” she looks up at him and she looks so damn cute in this light.
Wow. So that’s another reason this hunting together thing is a bad idea. The fact that she’s looking at him like she wouldn’t mind throwing him against a wall right now despite the fact that there’s a ghost trying to kill them? That makes it a bad idea too. She averts her eyes like that occurs to her as well.
“Yes. Dammit. I really wanted to kill this sorry son-of-a-bitch,” He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. His hand comes back with a spider and he jumps for a moment and glances up at Jo whose biting her lip to keep from laughing at him. Shrugging the spider off his hand he turns and heads towards the door.
“Let’s go.”
**
Sammy’s last call interrupted a very interesting game of quarters without the alcohol - not like they particularly wanted to dull any memories. It was also three days after the last call and Dean was only mildly worried. Only mildly cause Jo kept him occupied and kept telling him that Sam was a good hunter. She was surprisingly comforting in that respect.
Sam insisted that Dean and Jo meet him at this old park that was literally at the center of about five cemeteries which would have worried Dean if they’d been remotely symmetrical.
Dean got instantly worried, though, because Sam sounded off. Too off, not the usual off that Sam got when he was being particularly moody.
“Would you stop worrying already? He’s fine,” Jo says in an exasperated voice from beside him in the Impala.
“He didn’t sound fine,” he replied and let out a breath as he slipped into a parking space. He saw Sam sitting on a bench with a blonde girl and hoped to hell it wasn’t that demon freak.
Sam and the girl didn’t look up from their conversation, “He better not have shacked up with some …”
Dean stops walking, his mouth drops open and Jo stands by him confused, “Dean? Dean what’s wrong?”
Jo looks towards Sam and the woman he's with; they both look up and Jo looks back at Dean.
Logically he knows this can’t be happening. There is absolutely no way its possible Sam did what Dean was currently thinking he did. No way. Not after throwing the ‘what’s dead should stay stead’ thing in Dean’s face more times than he could count.
“Mom?” Dean chokes out and Jo’s eyes widen as Sam and … Sam and Dean’s mom get up from the bench and slowly head towards them.
Jo slips her hand into Dean’s and tries - and fails - to not glare heatedly at Sam for just springing this on Dean. And possibly for lying to her cause last time she check Sam was off trying to get Dean out of his deal not raising the dead.
“Dean,” Mary says softly with a smile on her face.
“Mom?” Dean says again like a broken record.
Mary smiles and moves forward and Jo lets go of Dean’s hand so they can have their moment. Dean hugs his mother so tightly he’s afraid she might break. He has no damn clue how this is possible and he’s really pissed at Sam but he’d know his mom anywhere and considering Sammy brought her here instead of … it means its their mom and she’s real. She even smells like his mom and not like death; its like she was never gone.
Except she was. She had been gone.
When the two of them pulled back from their hug/reunion Mary’s eyes moved to Jo.
“Oh. Mom, this is Jo,” Dean says and Mary smiles the warm smile of a mother meeting a …
“His giiiirlfriend,” Sam says and he sounds so kid-like that Dean wants to hug him and smack him all at the same time. He settles for a glare and wraps an arm around Jo’s waist anyway as his mother shakes her hand and grins like … well like she’s just been brought back from the dead and is meeting her sons … whatever …
Jo actually grins up at him and he sighs. Now she’s gonna never let him forget that he didn’t disagree with Sam. Of course it puts a whole new level of messed up to their relationship - not that it could get that much more messed up and yes he’s admitting they have a relationship.
When Mary and Jo walk ahead of them towards the car Dean smacks the back of Sam’s head.
“What did you do?” He hisses at his brother.
“Ow! God. It was an accident, it was suppose to get you out of the deal and …” Sam motions towards their mom and Jo.