SPN ficlet: I still recognize your number on the screen, Jo, Sam/Dean
Title: I still recognize your number on the screen
Author: Nimenic
Rating: Light R
Characters: Jo, Sam/Dean
Summary: Jo knew he wouldn't call so when he does she doesn't really know what to do.(yeah, I suck at summaries)
Disclaimers: In my dreams only in my dreams
A/N: Set sometime after BUABS.
Un-betaed all mistakes are my own.
He didn’t call. And she wasn’t surprised. Not until three or four months after did he actually call again, totally out of the blue. She let it go to voice mail. Turns out he’d spoken to Ellen about her. She’d wanted to get in touch with her daughter and thought that Jo might pick up if she saw that Dean was calling. Jo took another swig of her beer and erased his message, but not before listening to it one more time. Listen to his low and slightly annoyed voice and what she thought was her mother in the background.
“Just a little sister.” She says, puts the cell back down on the table and goes back to the bar counter to help Dave with the nights clean up.
Jo didn’t hear from him in a very long time after that.
***
The next time he calls it’s by a mistake.
Jo’s to busy running out one of the old patrons that once again had had a little too much to drink and forgets to check the display before she answers. The other side of the line is quiet and just as Jo’s about to snap her phone shut she hears Dean’s smooth voice on the other side. He speaks low and almost sultry. She figured that he’s probably seducing some random girl until she hears a low laugh, definitely male. There was something resembling a growl and then someone hit the wall, probably Dean or so she likes to think.
After a minute of silence she hears the distinct sound of wet sloppy kisses and deep moans followed by Dean’s husky voice.
“Fuck, Sammy.”
And then the line goes dead. A busy tone ringing in her ears as she stares at the phone.
***
The third and last time he calls, Jo stares at the display long before she picks ups and answers. He sounds stressed and angry and maybe even a little scared. He says that he’s near by and that they’re in need of medical supplies. Sam’s hurt, he doesn’t know how badly. He asks if he can stop by and she hesitates for a minute but eventually says yes. He doesn’t thank her just says that he’ll be there in 20 minutes. Jo sighs and looks at the watch on her cell then yells at the remaining patrons that the bar will be closing half an hour earlier tonight.
15 minutes after the call Dean shows up at the backdoor almost knocking it off its hinges. He’s covered in blood, some of it is his some is Sam’s; probably most of it is Sam’s.
“Help me get him inside!” Dean all bout shouts when she opens the door. They manage too get Sam inside together. Or Dean does most of the work, half carrying half dragging Sam who’s trying his damnedest to support himself on his brother. Jo merely holds the doors open. Sam’s on one of the tables, his shirt racked up exposing his wounded left side and abdomen.
“I think its mostly shallow cuts.” Dean says as he looks Sam over. “Where’s the medic-kit?”
“Here”. Jo offers and hands him the big case and box with almost half a hospital in it.
She just stands back and watches Dean work on Sam, cleaning his cuts and repairing the deeper wounds with more care than she’d ever seen him with anything except maybe the Impala. Sam’s falling in and out of consciousness; Jo guesses it’s because of the pain and blood loss but it could as well be from the fact that Dean’s currently sticking a needle and tread in and out his body. But every time he slips Dean is there to shake him awake. He whispers close to his brother’s face, “you’ll be alright” and “it’s not so bad” and some thing else that Jo can’t make out. After Sam’s all patched up and medicated Jo asks if she at least should take a look at Dean’s wounds. He gives her an angry/tired look and says no and tries to patch himself up.
“Here.” She says and takes the bandages and needle out of his hands.
“I’ll do it. You can’t reach and you know it. Besides you’re no use to your ‘brother’ when you’re bleeding all over the floor.”
Dean snorts but accepts the help. When she’s done he murmurs something resembling a ‘thank you’, but she’s not sure.
“Can we crash here tonight? Or at least until Sammy’s somewhat conscious again?” Jo looks everywhere but at Dean. It’s all about Sam, always about Sam. She sighs and then nods.
“There’s a ratty couch in the backroom, it’s not much but I’ll show you.” Dean moves to carry the now unconscious Sam to the room in question. He maneuvers Sam down on the makeshift bed and just as he’s about to close the door behind him he hers Jo’s voice.
“Dean.”
“Yeah?”
“I want you out of here by sunrise.”
“No problem.” He smiles a little at her.
“One more thing. Don’t ever call me again no matter what.” She closes the door for him and turns and leave to put away the medical supplies and tidy up the place for tomorrow before Dave gets in.
End
Author: Nimenic
Rating: Light R
Characters: Jo, Sam/Dean
Summary: Jo knew he wouldn't call so when he does she doesn't really know what to do.(yeah, I suck at summaries)
Disclaimers: In my dreams only in my dreams
A/N: Set sometime after BUABS.
Un-betaed all mistakes are my own.
He didn’t call. And she wasn’t surprised. Not until three or four months after did he actually call again, totally out of the blue. She let it go to voice mail. Turns out he’d spoken to Ellen about her. She’d wanted to get in touch with her daughter and thought that Jo might pick up if she saw that Dean was calling. Jo took another swig of her beer and erased his message, but not before listening to it one more time. Listen to his low and slightly annoyed voice and what she thought was her mother in the background.
“Just a little sister.” She says, puts the cell back down on the table and goes back to the bar counter to help Dave with the nights clean up.
Jo didn’t hear from him in a very long time after that.
***
The next time he calls it’s by a mistake.
Jo’s to busy running out one of the old patrons that once again had had a little too much to drink and forgets to check the display before she answers. The other side of the line is quiet and just as Jo’s about to snap her phone shut she hears Dean’s smooth voice on the other side. He speaks low and almost sultry. She figured that he’s probably seducing some random girl until she hears a low laugh, definitely male. There was something resembling a growl and then someone hit the wall, probably Dean or so she likes to think.
After a minute of silence she hears the distinct sound of wet sloppy kisses and deep moans followed by Dean’s husky voice.
“Fuck, Sammy.”
And then the line goes dead. A busy tone ringing in her ears as she stares at the phone.
***
The third and last time he calls, Jo stares at the display long before she picks ups and answers. He sounds stressed and angry and maybe even a little scared. He says that he’s near by and that they’re in need of medical supplies. Sam’s hurt, he doesn’t know how badly. He asks if he can stop by and she hesitates for a minute but eventually says yes. He doesn’t thank her just says that he’ll be there in 20 minutes. Jo sighs and looks at the watch on her cell then yells at the remaining patrons that the bar will be closing half an hour earlier tonight.
15 minutes after the call Dean shows up at the backdoor almost knocking it off its hinges. He’s covered in blood, some of it is his some is Sam’s; probably most of it is Sam’s.
“Help me get him inside!” Dean all bout shouts when she opens the door. They manage too get Sam inside together. Or Dean does most of the work, half carrying half dragging Sam who’s trying his damnedest to support himself on his brother. Jo merely holds the doors open. Sam’s on one of the tables, his shirt racked up exposing his wounded left side and abdomen.
“I think its mostly shallow cuts.” Dean says as he looks Sam over. “Where’s the medic-kit?”
“Here”. Jo offers and hands him the big case and box with almost half a hospital in it.
She just stands back and watches Dean work on Sam, cleaning his cuts and repairing the deeper wounds with more care than she’d ever seen him with anything except maybe the Impala. Sam’s falling in and out of consciousness; Jo guesses it’s because of the pain and blood loss but it could as well be from the fact that Dean’s currently sticking a needle and tread in and out his body. But every time he slips Dean is there to shake him awake. He whispers close to his brother’s face, “you’ll be alright” and “it’s not so bad” and some thing else that Jo can’t make out. After Sam’s all patched up and medicated Jo asks if she at least should take a look at Dean’s wounds. He gives her an angry/tired look and says no and tries to patch himself up.
“Here.” She says and takes the bandages and needle out of his hands.
“I’ll do it. You can’t reach and you know it. Besides you’re no use to your ‘brother’ when you’re bleeding all over the floor.”
Dean snorts but accepts the help. When she’s done he murmurs something resembling a ‘thank you’, but she’s not sure.
“Can we crash here tonight? Or at least until Sammy’s somewhat conscious again?” Jo looks everywhere but at Dean. It’s all about Sam, always about Sam. She sighs and then nods.
“There’s a ratty couch in the backroom, it’s not much but I’ll show you.” Dean moves to carry the now unconscious Sam to the room in question. He maneuvers Sam down on the makeshift bed and just as he’s about to close the door behind him he hers Jo’s voice.
“Dean.”
“Yeah?”
“I want you out of here by sunrise.”
“No problem.” He smiles a little at her.
“One more thing. Don’t ever call me again no matter what.” She closes the door for him and turns and leave to put away the medical supplies and tidy up the place for tomorrow before Dave gets in.
End