Prompts: 38-bare, 35 - listless
Title: Intimate Knowledge, Part 9
Author: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Dean/Jo, Sam/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 38 - bare- 100 prompts for thought table
Notes/Warnings: Includes explicit sex, personal medical issue. Jo and Dean have some time together.
"I think they make a good couple," Dean commented after Sam and Celeste left.
"Mmm-hmm."
Jo was distracted and on edge. Dean had to find out why.
"You staying tonight?"
She nodded.
"Have you given any more thought to moving in? We spend all our time together anyways."
"I - I can't."
He just looked at her, confusion evident on his face.
"I have to have my own space. A place where I can go where no one else can get to me."
"We have a spare room. It could be yours. We can install a deadbolt if that would make you feel better."
"It's still in the same house," Jo sighed. "I know you've wanted me to live here for awhile now. I'm sorry, I really want to be able to stay with you and Sam, but I just can't yet."
"I want you to feel safe, Jo, no matter where you live. I wish it was here, but I can't get upset with you for needing your own space. Hell, sometimes I wish I had my own place when Sammy gets into one of his moods." He tried to lighten the situation and failed.
"I love you," she whispered.
Dean wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "I know you do, honey. I love you, too."
They stood there for a few minutes.
"Are you okay with being here tonight? We should get to bed."
"Yeah," she tried to smile but it was weak.
With her smaller hand in his, he walked to his room at a leisurely pace. He wanted to give her every opportunity to change her mind if her heart and her head were at odds.
The stream of moonlight coming through the window set the atmosphere. Jo pressed against Dean as they kissed, feeling the warmth of Dean's through the thin material of her shirt. He slid under her clothing, rubbing her back. Her bra closure wasn't even an issue as he opened it.
"Jo," he whispered as he broke their kiss and leaned his forehead against hers.
"Dean."
"I--"
"I know, let me help," she reached the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. She rested her cheek against his bare chest. Her heartbeat sped up as she released the button on Dean's jean and unzipped them. One finger worked it way under the waistband of his boxers and accidentally touched the head of his penis that was peeking its way out.
Dean groaned and shimmied as he helped her drop his pants. He laid his hands on top of hers and edged his underwear off his hipbones as he let them fall to the floor. He turned Jo in his grasp so her back was pressed against him. She lifted her arms so he could rid her of her shirt and slid the straps down her arms to work them free. With a hand on her wrist, he guided her to his hair and the nape of his neck. When he released her, his fingers softly brushed past her breast as he lowered his arm.
A needy sound prompted Dean to gently raise his palm and rest it against her curves. She moved slightly and he felt her nipple harden. His forefinger and thumb lightly pinched the raised nub. Jo gasped. He tiled his head forward enough to breathe warm air into her ear.
"Do you want this, Jo?" his deep voice echoed in her head as his other hand moved to the neglected side and molded itself on the underside of her breast. He cradled it and slowly began to apply pressure, guided by Jo's reactions.
She moved her other arm so that they both laid slightly behind her on the nape of his neck. Her torso was stretched as she squirmed in his hands and murmured encouragement.
Her slacks disappeared quickly. Dean kept his mouth next to her ear as he flattened one hand against her toned stomach. She shifted her hips forward, asking Dean to continue. One set of fingers lifted the delicate elastic and slid her satin panties down her legs. Jo was distracted by the actions of his hand on her upper half. There was no way she could easily press herself into both of his hands, but that didn't mean she couldn't try.
Toying with her pubic hair, he worked his way further and further south. He cupped her womanhood and rocked. The gentle pressure to her inner folds caused her to get wet. He wasn't in a hurry as he moved his one arm down to clutch her close and rubbed his fingers against her moist curls. She widened her stance and welcomed the sensation of his gentle teasing. Almost overwhelmed, her knees began to buckle and she would have fallen if not for the support of Dean's body behind her and arm around her.
"Easy," he whispered. "Easy, Jo. I've got you."
Her broken whimper encouraged further exploration. He slid in her liquid until he reached the entrance of her warm cavern. Ever so slightly, he increased the pressure applied by the pad of his finger and felt it ease inside.
"Ah!" Jo flinched away from his touch and her body tensed against his.
The moment was broken.
Dean cleared his throat and said her name. She didn't reply. He turned her head and moved to see her face.
Jo's eyes were squeezed shut against the tear that was making their way out underneath her lashes. Her lip was almost bleeding from her biting it. "I'm sorry." The soft apology and miserable look on her face caused Dean's heart pain.
"Baby?"
She turned in his arms until she could hide in the crook of his shoulder. "I wanted to. I really did." Small sobs jerked in her chest.
He ran his fingers through her long hair. "Shh. It's okay, it's not your fault." After shushing her a little more, he whispered, "Why couldn't you tell me you'd started hurting again? I never would have touched you if I'd known."
"I need to make love to you. I'm so frustrated and disappointed in myself. Aren't you?"
"No, no, honey. I'm not upset. Worried, but not upset. You know that making love has nothing to do with sex."
"But I wanted to, Dean. I thought if I just rolled with it . . ."
"I feel loved by just being with you." He fought to keep his emotions under control as he realized how badly she'd tried to please him. He felt like a schmuck for not talking with her first when he knew her issues--their issues, he corrected his thinking. Like her, he'd ignored taking his usual ultra-careful approach when it seemed like nature was taking it's course. He was the professional. He and Jo had been together for years. It was his responsibility to make sure he went slow. "Let's sit."
After they had laid down on the bed and Dean had covered them up, he asked, "Jo? Is there anything you need?"
"You," was her only response as she clung to him.
All he could do was mumble assurances as he smoothed his hands up and down her back in a comforting motion. As he laid there, he wished it was as easy to try to soothe his conscience.
Title: Intimate Knowledge, Part 10
Characters: Dean/Jo, Sam/ofc
Rating: R
Prompt: 35 - listless
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Warning: personal medical issue
Summary: Celeste and Jo attend a barbeque at the Winchester's.
Sam returned home and went right to bed. He could hear movement from Dean's room as he passed by his door. It wasn't unusual for Jo to spend the night, so he didn't give it another thought as he closed his door behind him. He quickly fell asleep.
*****
Jo shifted in Dean's arms and he asked her drowsily, "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit. How about you?"
"I'd feel better if you told me what's been going on." He expected the silence that followed. "Jo?" he tried to prod her.
"It's just the nightmares." He had to strain to hear her.
"How long?"
She shrugged. "A week or two? The anniversary is coming up."
Dean had hoped that maybe this year she could sneak by without any reminders of the past. He would always have the awful scene of when he'd found her etched into his mind. If he couldn't forget when it came to light each year, there was no way the date would slip past without her knowing. Still, he'd wished that at least one of them could be spared.
"I know it is," he replied. "How are you dealing with it?"
"Besides throwing myself into paperwork at the office? I'm doing my best to ignore it."
He nodded. "What about physically?"
"It's just a little uncomfortable," she shrunk as she curled into the fetal position.
"Uncomfortable for you would have others running toward the emergency room." He kissed the top of her head where it laid on his chest. His foggy mind tried to approach the subject with tact. "Do you mind if I--"
"Dean," she interrupted him. "I'm not one of your patients."
"I know. It's just that I don't want it to get as bad as it was. Do you want to make an appointment in the cities? I can take the time off and drive you."
"I don't think that would help."
"Why? Sharon was able to make you feel better last time."
"And do you remember how long it took? How many sessions over a period of weeks? It wasn't an easy fix. I don't have enough vacation built up for a trip like that and neither do you."
"The knots at the trigger points are just going to escalate until you're forced to take the time off."
"I know," she relented.
"What is it, then?"
"It's just weird because you're my boyfriend. You're not supposed to have to deal with this."
"I learned about this for my job, Jo. Let me just try, okay?" He sensed her hesitation.
"I just want it all to go away."
"Me, too." He was silent as he waited for her answer, knowing that she'd agree but it might take time.
*****
Celeste woke up in the morning and worked herself into a tizzy by letting her nerves get the best of her. Was she wearing appropriate clothes? What did Sam think about when they'd parted the night before? Did Dean and Jo really even want her there since the invitation came from only Sam?
Breakfast was a no go, and so was lunch. Her stomach was rolling and she didn't trust it to keep anything down. She drank some water and hoped she would be up to eating later in the day. When Sam came to her door, she was wringing her hands just to save herself from biting her fingernails.
Jo and Dean were in the backyard when we arrived. Dean was starting the grill and Jo was sitting in a chair, visiting with him as he did so.
"Glad you could make it," Jo smiled. "Dean's trying to prove that he can grill. Now that you're back, Sam can take over and save the meat from incinerating."
Dean gave a mock frown in her direction. "You're supposed to be on my side here. Being supportive and all? Remember?"
"Constructive criticism is a way to help," she replied sweetly.
"Yeah, Dean. If you're really nice, I can demonstrate how to cook so our meal is actually edible."
Celeste watched Sam join in and barely had time to think that she was glad she'd come. Then, the breeze shifted, she got a healthy whiff of smoke and went down like a sack of rocks.
Dean quickly knelt down and rolled Celeste so he could see her face. "What the hell happened?"
"I don't know." Sam searched for a place to set the barbeque fork. "She was fine when I picked her up. She didn't mention being sick."
Jo was back with a glass of water. "She looked a little pale. Think she fainted?"
The boys straightened out her limbs while searching for any obvious injury. Dean put his overshirt under her head as her eyelids fluttered and she came back around.
"Dean?" Celeste's confusion was clear. "What happened?"
Sam wondered why she noticed Dean first when he was right there, too. "Do you feel sick?" he asked.
"No . . . I didn't eat today . . ."
"Why is that, honey?" Jo popped into her line of vision as Sam took the water from her. Dean helped prop her up and give her a sip.
With her ears beet red with embarrassment, she replied, "I was a little nervous."
"About what?" Sam was clueless. "Coming over?"
She nodded slightly while Dean and Jo shared a knowing look.
Still unsure of what to say next, Sam was silent as he and Dean eased Celeste off the ground and onto the chair Jo had vacated.
"I just get nervous," she stuttered as she carefully avoided three sets of eyes. "Sorry."
"Don't need to be sorry, there's an easy solution. Sammy here can keep you company while I finish at the grill. You'll feel better once you get some food in you. We can just have well-done today."
Celeste fought the urge to cry as she leaned against Sam and drank her water in small increments. "I didn't mean to ruin your day."
"What? You missed a meal or two. We've all done that."
She tried to let Sam's words comfort her as she reminded herself that most folks forgot about food because they were too busy, not over fear of socializing.
"You doing okay?" Jo asked later on when she pulled Celeste aside. "Need to lie down for a little bit until you're feeling better?"
"I can't believe I did that." She let Jo lead her down the hall to the spare room.
Closing the blinds, Jo assured her, "It wasn't a big thing." She drew back the comforter and pulled it back over the stressed woman. "I'm sure they've already moved on to their next colorful argument in the back yard. Not much phases them."
"Even crumpling guests?"
"Okay. So, they might be a little worried like I am. It's just because we care." Jo placed a hand on Celeste's hair at the top of your head. "I know you're not used to it, but we do. Want me to stay with you for awhile?"
"Please?"
Jo stayed until she knew Celeste was fully asleep. She cracked the deck door open and could hear Sam and Dean arguing.
"How could you overlook that she wasn't feeling well. She's your girlfriend, Sam. You're supposed to notice things."
Sam shot him an accusing look. "It's not like she said anything, Dean," he snapped at him. "Besides, you didn't notice either until she hit the ground." He paused a moment before asking, "Where did Jo disappear to?"
"I got her settled in for a nap," Jo walked toward them. "I think she'll be fine. We girl-talked." She waited until Sam brought the dirty dishes inside before turning to Dean. "You can't jump down his throat like that. It's not his fault that he doesn't know."
Dean sighed, "I wish she'd tell him."
"She will when she's ready. Until then, they'll find their way."
"I sure hope so." Dean held Jo to his side. "I want her to be okay."
"Me, too."
Author: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Dean/Jo, Sam/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 38 - bare- 100 prompts for thought table
Notes/Warnings: Includes explicit sex, personal medical issue. Jo and Dean have some time together.
"I think they make a good couple," Dean commented after Sam and Celeste left.
"Mmm-hmm."
Jo was distracted and on edge. Dean had to find out why.
"You staying tonight?"
She nodded.
"Have you given any more thought to moving in? We spend all our time together anyways."
"I - I can't."
He just looked at her, confusion evident on his face.
"I have to have my own space. A place where I can go where no one else can get to me."
"We have a spare room. It could be yours. We can install a deadbolt if that would make you feel better."
"It's still in the same house," Jo sighed. "I know you've wanted me to live here for awhile now. I'm sorry, I really want to be able to stay with you and Sam, but I just can't yet."
"I want you to feel safe, Jo, no matter where you live. I wish it was here, but I can't get upset with you for needing your own space. Hell, sometimes I wish I had my own place when Sammy gets into one of his moods." He tried to lighten the situation and failed.
"I love you," she whispered.
Dean wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "I know you do, honey. I love you, too."
They stood there for a few minutes.
"Are you okay with being here tonight? We should get to bed."
"Yeah," she tried to smile but it was weak.
With her smaller hand in his, he walked to his room at a leisurely pace. He wanted to give her every opportunity to change her mind if her heart and her head were at odds.
The stream of moonlight coming through the window set the atmosphere. Jo pressed against Dean as they kissed, feeling the warmth of Dean's through the thin material of her shirt. He slid under her clothing, rubbing her back. Her bra closure wasn't even an issue as he opened it.
"Jo," he whispered as he broke their kiss and leaned his forehead against hers.
"Dean."
"I--"
"I know, let me help," she reached the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. She rested her cheek against his bare chest. Her heartbeat sped up as she released the button on Dean's jean and unzipped them. One finger worked it way under the waistband of his boxers and accidentally touched the head of his penis that was peeking its way out.
Dean groaned and shimmied as he helped her drop his pants. He laid his hands on top of hers and edged his underwear off his hipbones as he let them fall to the floor. He turned Jo in his grasp so her back was pressed against him. She lifted her arms so he could rid her of her shirt and slid the straps down her arms to work them free. With a hand on her wrist, he guided her to his hair and the nape of his neck. When he released her, his fingers softly brushed past her breast as he lowered his arm.
A needy sound prompted Dean to gently raise his palm and rest it against her curves. She moved slightly and he felt her nipple harden. His forefinger and thumb lightly pinched the raised nub. Jo gasped. He tiled his head forward enough to breathe warm air into her ear.
"Do you want this, Jo?" his deep voice echoed in her head as his other hand moved to the neglected side and molded itself on the underside of her breast. He cradled it and slowly began to apply pressure, guided by Jo's reactions.
She moved her other arm so that they both laid slightly behind her on the nape of his neck. Her torso was stretched as she squirmed in his hands and murmured encouragement.
Her slacks disappeared quickly. Dean kept his mouth next to her ear as he flattened one hand against her toned stomach. She shifted her hips forward, asking Dean to continue. One set of fingers lifted the delicate elastic and slid her satin panties down her legs. Jo was distracted by the actions of his hand on her upper half. There was no way she could easily press herself into both of his hands, but that didn't mean she couldn't try.
Toying with her pubic hair, he worked his way further and further south. He cupped her womanhood and rocked. The gentle pressure to her inner folds caused her to get wet. He wasn't in a hurry as he moved his one arm down to clutch her close and rubbed his fingers against her moist curls. She widened her stance and welcomed the sensation of his gentle teasing. Almost overwhelmed, her knees began to buckle and she would have fallen if not for the support of Dean's body behind her and arm around her.
"Easy," he whispered. "Easy, Jo. I've got you."
Her broken whimper encouraged further exploration. He slid in her liquid until he reached the entrance of her warm cavern. Ever so slightly, he increased the pressure applied by the pad of his finger and felt it ease inside.
"Ah!" Jo flinched away from his touch and her body tensed against his.
The moment was broken.
Dean cleared his throat and said her name. She didn't reply. He turned her head and moved to see her face.
Jo's eyes were squeezed shut against the tear that was making their way out underneath her lashes. Her lip was almost bleeding from her biting it. "I'm sorry." The soft apology and miserable look on her face caused Dean's heart pain.
"Baby?"
She turned in his arms until she could hide in the crook of his shoulder. "I wanted to. I really did." Small sobs jerked in her chest.
He ran his fingers through her long hair. "Shh. It's okay, it's not your fault." After shushing her a little more, he whispered, "Why couldn't you tell me you'd started hurting again? I never would have touched you if I'd known."
"I need to make love to you. I'm so frustrated and disappointed in myself. Aren't you?"
"No, no, honey. I'm not upset. Worried, but not upset. You know that making love has nothing to do with sex."
"But I wanted to, Dean. I thought if I just rolled with it . . ."
"I feel loved by just being with you." He fought to keep his emotions under control as he realized how badly she'd tried to please him. He felt like a schmuck for not talking with her first when he knew her issues--their issues, he corrected his thinking. Like her, he'd ignored taking his usual ultra-careful approach when it seemed like nature was taking it's course. He was the professional. He and Jo had been together for years. It was his responsibility to make sure he went slow. "Let's sit."
After they had laid down on the bed and Dean had covered them up, he asked, "Jo? Is there anything you need?"
"You," was her only response as she clung to him.
All he could do was mumble assurances as he smoothed his hands up and down her back in a comforting motion. As he laid there, he wished it was as easy to try to soothe his conscience.
Title: Intimate Knowledge, Part 10
Characters: Dean/Jo, Sam/ofc
Rating: R
Prompt: 35 - listless
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Warning: personal medical issue
Summary: Celeste and Jo attend a barbeque at the Winchester's.
Sam returned home and went right to bed. He could hear movement from Dean's room as he passed by his door. It wasn't unusual for Jo to spend the night, so he didn't give it another thought as he closed his door behind him. He quickly fell asleep.
*****
Jo shifted in Dean's arms and he asked her drowsily, "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit. How about you?"
"I'd feel better if you told me what's been going on." He expected the silence that followed. "Jo?" he tried to prod her.
"It's just the nightmares." He had to strain to hear her.
"How long?"
She shrugged. "A week or two? The anniversary is coming up."
Dean had hoped that maybe this year she could sneak by without any reminders of the past. He would always have the awful scene of when he'd found her etched into his mind. If he couldn't forget when it came to light each year, there was no way the date would slip past without her knowing. Still, he'd wished that at least one of them could be spared.
"I know it is," he replied. "How are you dealing with it?"
"Besides throwing myself into paperwork at the office? I'm doing my best to ignore it."
He nodded. "What about physically?"
"It's just a little uncomfortable," she shrunk as she curled into the fetal position.
"Uncomfortable for you would have others running toward the emergency room." He kissed the top of her head where it laid on his chest. His foggy mind tried to approach the subject with tact. "Do you mind if I--"
"Dean," she interrupted him. "I'm not one of your patients."
"I know. It's just that I don't want it to get as bad as it was. Do you want to make an appointment in the cities? I can take the time off and drive you."
"I don't think that would help."
"Why? Sharon was able to make you feel better last time."
"And do you remember how long it took? How many sessions over a period of weeks? It wasn't an easy fix. I don't have enough vacation built up for a trip like that and neither do you."
"The knots at the trigger points are just going to escalate until you're forced to take the time off."
"I know," she relented.
"What is it, then?"
"It's just weird because you're my boyfriend. You're not supposed to have to deal with this."
"I learned about this for my job, Jo. Let me just try, okay?" He sensed her hesitation.
"I just want it all to go away."
"Me, too." He was silent as he waited for her answer, knowing that she'd agree but it might take time.
*****
Celeste woke up in the morning and worked herself into a tizzy by letting her nerves get the best of her. Was she wearing appropriate clothes? What did Sam think about when they'd parted the night before? Did Dean and Jo really even want her there since the invitation came from only Sam?
Breakfast was a no go, and so was lunch. Her stomach was rolling and she didn't trust it to keep anything down. She drank some water and hoped she would be up to eating later in the day. When Sam came to her door, she was wringing her hands just to save herself from biting her fingernails.
Jo and Dean were in the backyard when we arrived. Dean was starting the grill and Jo was sitting in a chair, visiting with him as he did so.
"Glad you could make it," Jo smiled. "Dean's trying to prove that he can grill. Now that you're back, Sam can take over and save the meat from incinerating."
Dean gave a mock frown in her direction. "You're supposed to be on my side here. Being supportive and all? Remember?"
"Constructive criticism is a way to help," she replied sweetly.
"Yeah, Dean. If you're really nice, I can demonstrate how to cook so our meal is actually edible."
Celeste watched Sam join in and barely had time to think that she was glad she'd come. Then, the breeze shifted, she got a healthy whiff of smoke and went down like a sack of rocks.
Dean quickly knelt down and rolled Celeste so he could see her face. "What the hell happened?"
"I don't know." Sam searched for a place to set the barbeque fork. "She was fine when I picked her up. She didn't mention being sick."
Jo was back with a glass of water. "She looked a little pale. Think she fainted?"
The boys straightened out her limbs while searching for any obvious injury. Dean put his overshirt under her head as her eyelids fluttered and she came back around.
"Dean?" Celeste's confusion was clear. "What happened?"
Sam wondered why she noticed Dean first when he was right there, too. "Do you feel sick?" he asked.
"No . . . I didn't eat today . . ."
"Why is that, honey?" Jo popped into her line of vision as Sam took the water from her. Dean helped prop her up and give her a sip.
With her ears beet red with embarrassment, she replied, "I was a little nervous."
"About what?" Sam was clueless. "Coming over?"
She nodded slightly while Dean and Jo shared a knowing look.
Still unsure of what to say next, Sam was silent as he and Dean eased Celeste off the ground and onto the chair Jo had vacated.
"I just get nervous," she stuttered as she carefully avoided three sets of eyes. "Sorry."
"Don't need to be sorry, there's an easy solution. Sammy here can keep you company while I finish at the grill. You'll feel better once you get some food in you. We can just have well-done today."
Celeste fought the urge to cry as she leaned against Sam and drank her water in small increments. "I didn't mean to ruin your day."
"What? You missed a meal or two. We've all done that."
She tried to let Sam's words comfort her as she reminded herself that most folks forgot about food because they were too busy, not over fear of socializing.
"You doing okay?" Jo asked later on when she pulled Celeste aside. "Need to lie down for a little bit until you're feeling better?"
"I can't believe I did that." She let Jo lead her down the hall to the spare room.
Closing the blinds, Jo assured her, "It wasn't a big thing." She drew back the comforter and pulled it back over the stressed woman. "I'm sure they've already moved on to their next colorful argument in the back yard. Not much phases them."
"Even crumpling guests?"
"Okay. So, they might be a little worried like I am. It's just because we care." Jo placed a hand on Celeste's hair at the top of your head. "I know you're not used to it, but we do. Want me to stay with you for awhile?"
"Please?"
Jo stayed until she knew Celeste was fully asleep. She cracked the deck door open and could hear Sam and Dean arguing.
"How could you overlook that she wasn't feeling well. She's your girlfriend, Sam. You're supposed to notice things."
Sam shot him an accusing look. "It's not like she said anything, Dean," he snapped at him. "Besides, you didn't notice either until she hit the ground." He paused a moment before asking, "Where did Jo disappear to?"
"I got her settled in for a nap," Jo walked toward them. "I think she'll be fine. We girl-talked." She waited until Sam brought the dirty dishes inside before turning to Dean. "You can't jump down his throat like that. It's not his fault that he doesn't know."
Dean sighed, "I wish she'd tell him."
"She will when she's ready. Until then, they'll find their way."
"I sure hope so." Dean held Jo to his side. "I want her to be okay."
"Me, too."