SPN: Babygirl
So, here's the thing. Love Jo or hate her, she wants to fuck Dean, and there's no one who can blame a girl for that. She also has issues. This is pre-No Exit, but a little bit spoilery? I apologize in advance. *g*
Audienced by Fry, because she is awesome and takes time from her own writing when I demand that she read this now!!!
Babygirl
Jo dreams about her daddy almost every night. She's a little girl again in the yellow sundress with the daisies on it, and he's just come home from a hunt. So she runs into his arms, and he catches her and twirls her around. He smells like leather and sweat and cologne and other things that Jo associates with "man", and he calls her his babygirl. His stubble scratches her cheek when he kisses her and Jo is as happy as she ever gets.
The day she meets Dean Winchester, she dreams about her daddy. Except that after he kisses her cheek, she's slammed against the wall and Dean is the one holding her up, and he smells like leather and sweat and cologne and all those other man smells. His hand slips under her yellow sundress with the daisies. Jo gasps and arches against him as he thrusts into her, his stubble scratching against her check and neck. He presses his lips against her ear and whispers, "C'mon, babygirl. Come for Daddy."
Jo is on the edge of doing just that when she wakes up.
"Fuck."
She slips her hand under the waist of her pajama pants and finishes herself off. It doesn't take much, with Dean's voice low and gritty echoing in her ear. After she's done, she wipes her fingers on her pants and throws them in the hamper, making a mental note to do laundry later.
The clock reads 5:30, and it's still dark out. Jo hates this time of year. She pulls on her sweatpants and sports bra and running shoes. Running was something she started doing years ago as a way to stay in shape, because hunters needed to be in shape. She does it now because it clears her mind, gives her time to think.
There are a lot of things that Jo doesn't know for sure. She doesn't know if she'll be a good hunter, but she's sure as hell intends to find out. She also doesn't know if Dean likes being called "daddy" during sex (probably-- he seems like kind of a kinky bastard), but she intends to find that out, too.
Jo starts running harder, like there's something chasing her. She feels her pulse spike, and pumps her legs harder.
Maybe, she thinks, if she plays her cards right, she can kill two birds with one stone.
***
Notes: Okay, I actually feel a little dirty about this fic. But c'mon! Jo was all, "I'm twisted too!" and "My daddy wore a leather jacket just like you, Dean!" and then she tore off her shirt and screamed, "I HAVE DADDY ISSUES." I'm not the only one who saw that, right?
Audienced by Fry, because she is awesome and takes time from her own writing when I demand that she read this now!!!
Babygirl
Jo dreams about her daddy almost every night. She's a little girl again in the yellow sundress with the daisies on it, and he's just come home from a hunt. So she runs into his arms, and he catches her and twirls her around. He smells like leather and sweat and cologne and other things that Jo associates with "man", and he calls her his babygirl. His stubble scratches her cheek when he kisses her and Jo is as happy as she ever gets.
The day she meets Dean Winchester, she dreams about her daddy. Except that after he kisses her cheek, she's slammed against the wall and Dean is the one holding her up, and he smells like leather and sweat and cologne and all those other man smells. His hand slips under her yellow sundress with the daisies. Jo gasps and arches against him as he thrusts into her, his stubble scratching against her check and neck. He presses his lips against her ear and whispers, "C'mon, babygirl. Come for Daddy."
Jo is on the edge of doing just that when she wakes up.
"Fuck."
She slips her hand under the waist of her pajama pants and finishes herself off. It doesn't take much, with Dean's voice low and gritty echoing in her ear. After she's done, she wipes her fingers on her pants and throws them in the hamper, making a mental note to do laundry later.
The clock reads 5:30, and it's still dark out. Jo hates this time of year. She pulls on her sweatpants and sports bra and running shoes. Running was something she started doing years ago as a way to stay in shape, because hunters needed to be in shape. She does it now because it clears her mind, gives her time to think.
There are a lot of things that Jo doesn't know for sure. She doesn't know if she'll be a good hunter, but she's sure as hell intends to find out. She also doesn't know if Dean likes being called "daddy" during sex (probably-- he seems like kind of a kinky bastard), but she intends to find that out, too.
Jo starts running harder, like there's something chasing her. She feels her pulse spike, and pumps her legs harder.
Maybe, she thinks, if she plays her cards right, she can kill two birds with one stone.
***
Notes: Okay, I actually feel a little dirty about this fic. But c'mon! Jo was all, "I'm twisted too!" and "My daddy wore a leather jacket just like you, Dean!" and then she tore off her shirt and screamed, "I HAVE DADDY ISSUES." I'm not the only one who saw that, right?