The love story between Deano and JoJo
He made her his lover there, on the cold stone dirty floor. She was completely naked under him, her slightly revealing clothing torn away by something not of this world. The tatters still hung onto her lithe vanilla colored skin. She shivered and writhed beneath him. He didn’t even know how this happened, how they got here. Before this…they had never done…this. Dean wouldn’t allow it. They would do other things…but not this. Even then he felt guilty…even naughty. Until one day she shouted that she was no blushing bride. His eyes widened at this, and he walked out the door and into his beloved Impala.
When Sam came back from getting food for them, he was confused and asking for explanations. Jo had none. She didn’t want to tell Sam exactly what they were fighting about…he probably didn’t want to know about that sort of stuff between them anyway. This was Dean and Jo’s fight, so when Sam tried to insist a bit Jo just shook her head, her mouth forming an indignant pout.