Wayward Fic: In Which Jo Lays Down
Jo was sitting on the edge of her bed, waiting for him this time. It had been months since Michael had reclaimed Dean and a few weeks since he had started showing up in her room at night. It would have bothered her, except he was an angel and from what she heard angels did this sort of thing all the time. She also liked his company. He wasn’t the Dean who she had dated or the man she had a crush on for years, but there was something oddly charming and sweet about him.
But, it was also frustrating. There was Dean, right there, every night like she had wanted for so long. The distance between Seattle and the Road House didn’t matter anymore. He could blink himself anywhere in the world if he wanted. He was there every night and stood there or sat on the end of her bed. He’d smile, he’d laugh and when she eventually fell asleep, he’d be gone when she woke up. She was tired of it. Tonight, things were going to change.
Rustling wings warned Jo right before Dean appeared in his usual corner. He looked surprised to see her up. Usually she was sleeping when he appeared.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, looking concerned.
“Yes,” she said, getting to her feet. “Things have to change.”
She could literally see Dean withdraw into himself. He didn’t look away, but his eyes dropped and became distant.
“I see. I won’t bother you anymore.”
“No, no.” She reached out quickly and grabbed his hand before he could vanish. “You can bother me all you want, but I need something from you.”
He frowned slightly. “What is it?”
“I need you to be more Dean. When he used to visit we would spend hours in bed together and not always… you probably don’t need me to tell you about that.”
“Those are fond memories for that part of me,” Dean said softly.
“I miss it,” Jo whispered, looking up into his eyes. “I miss having you there, stealing covers and… you’re going to get in bed with me tonight.”
“Jo…”
“That part of you is still there.” She reached up and touched his cheek. “I know it is and I know it misses that too.”
“Things are more complicated now.”
“Don’t, okay?” She dropped her hand and started to unbutton the flannel he had put on over his t-shirt. “Don’t list all those reasons for you not to. Or ask if I’m sure. I’m sure, Dean, trust me.”
He let her push the flannel off, then she stepped back and crossed her arms. “Shoes, Winchester.”
While he took of his shoes, Jo pushed the covers back. She’d spent so much time in her bed alone lately, too much in her opinion. Everyone around her was happy, Sam and Ruby, Ben and Anna, all around her happy people except for her. That wasn’t entirely wrong though, she was happy it was just that she felt like she was happier before.
Dean set his shoes aside then looked at her. She thought she saw a little off the old Dean, a little laughter and longing, looking at her now. It faded fast when Dean began to look nervous and licked his lips.
“Are you sure?”
“The answer is yes.” She held out a hand to him. “Stop asking.”
He nodded and put his hand in hers. She laced their fingers together before she led him to bed, pulled him down next to her and tucked herself against his side. She closed her eyes tightly and buried her face against his t-shirt. This was what she had missed. Hesitantly, Dean slid an arm around her making her clutch at his shirt.
“I thought you wanted…”
“I didn’t ask you for something I want,” she said. “I asked you for what I needed.”
But, it was also frustrating. There was Dean, right there, every night like she had wanted for so long. The distance between Seattle and the Road House didn’t matter anymore. He could blink himself anywhere in the world if he wanted. He was there every night and stood there or sat on the end of her bed. He’d smile, he’d laugh and when she eventually fell asleep, he’d be gone when she woke up. She was tired of it. Tonight, things were going to change.
Rustling wings warned Jo right before Dean appeared in his usual corner. He looked surprised to see her up. Usually she was sleeping when he appeared.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, looking concerned.
“Yes,” she said, getting to her feet. “Things have to change.”
She could literally see Dean withdraw into himself. He didn’t look away, but his eyes dropped and became distant.
“I see. I won’t bother you anymore.”
“No, no.” She reached out quickly and grabbed his hand before he could vanish. “You can bother me all you want, but I need something from you.”
He frowned slightly. “What is it?”
“I need you to be more Dean. When he used to visit we would spend hours in bed together and not always… you probably don’t need me to tell you about that.”
“Those are fond memories for that part of me,” Dean said softly.
“I miss it,” Jo whispered, looking up into his eyes. “I miss having you there, stealing covers and… you’re going to get in bed with me tonight.”
“Jo…”
“That part of you is still there.” She reached up and touched his cheek. “I know it is and I know it misses that too.”
“Things are more complicated now.”
“Don’t, okay?” She dropped her hand and started to unbutton the flannel he had put on over his t-shirt. “Don’t list all those reasons for you not to. Or ask if I’m sure. I’m sure, Dean, trust me.”
He let her push the flannel off, then she stepped back and crossed her arms. “Shoes, Winchester.”
While he took of his shoes, Jo pushed the covers back. She’d spent so much time in her bed alone lately, too much in her opinion. Everyone around her was happy, Sam and Ruby, Ben and Anna, all around her happy people except for her. That wasn’t entirely wrong though, she was happy it was just that she felt like she was happier before.
Dean set his shoes aside then looked at her. She thought she saw a little off the old Dean, a little laughter and longing, looking at her now. It faded fast when Dean began to look nervous and licked his lips.
“Are you sure?”
“The answer is yes.” She held out a hand to him. “Stop asking.”
He nodded and put his hand in hers. She laced their fingers together before she led him to bed, pulled him down next to her and tucked herself against his side. She closed her eyes tightly and buried her face against his t-shirt. This was what she had missed. Hesitantly, Dean slid an arm around her making her clutch at his shirt.
“I thought you wanted…”
“I didn’t ask you for something I want,” she said. “I asked you for what I needed.”