SPN: But Water is the Universal Solvent || Pt. 2, BWW
Title: …but Water is the Universal Solvent. (2/9)
Series: Blood, Water, and Whiskey
Rating: R
Characters: Jo/Dean
Notes/Disclaimers/Summary: Not mine, all Kripke’s. Spoilers for BUaBS.
Part 1. || Part 2. || Part 3. || Part 4. || Part 5. || Part 6. || Part 7. || Part 8. || Part 9.
Jo never listened to authority, particularly those who were only pretending to have authority in the first place. She was on the Winchester trail within days. She knew they were traveling across South Dakota looking for a hunter but she was just going to have to use what her daddy taught her to find them.
She thought she found them in Watertown only two days into her trip. She was sitting at Dempsey’s Pub, a spot that just oozed Dean Winchester-appeal, and talking to the bartender. He told her about two guys who had been in a few days ago. One was tall, lanky, looked like a snot-nosed college kid. The other drank a lot of Ten-Penny Old Stock ale, nasty stuff in his opinion but people liked it so he sold it. She thanked him and tipped him well. She had to find them, help them, something. And secretly, in the dark parts of her heart where a little torch burned bright, she wanted to know the truth about Dean and how he felt.
Passing Madison, she started wondering why in the world she had chased after them. She didn’t even know what to do if she caught up. Dean would be pissed off, Sam would be mute and would shoot kicked-puppy looks at her when she wasn’t looking. He would make her follow them to a hotel, they’d get a room, and she’d sit at the desk while he roamed around the room, kicking at the beds and the air conditioner. He would call her mom and snitch and whine. He would have that scowl on his face and clench his jaw a few times and Jo’s little torch would flare up.
She was near Salem on Highway 81 when it started getting dark and she noticed some clouds in the distance. It had been getting hotter throughout the day-she was pouring sweat thanks to the never working A/C in her truck. She was getting tired as well, so she pulled in a town to fuel up and rest for a little while. Without somebody to drive with her, she’d end up groggy and careless. She found a hotel with a vacancy sign and pulled in. Within minutes, she was in the shower. She tried and tried not to think about what the demon had said, that Dean thought of her as a schoolgirl. She didn’t want to be a schoolgirl or a friend. Honestly? There were things she wanted him to think of her that made her face flush a little. There was a lot more she wanted from Dean than friendship. She scrubbed extra hard with the stiff and scratchy washcloth as if she could scrub all her confusion and irritation away.
Jo slept lightly and fitfully that night. She woke a couple of hours before sunrise and knew as soon as her eyes opened that she wouldn’t be going back to bed. She pulled on her jeans, shoved her feet in her boots and decided to go out to the truck to get the laptop Ash had made for her a few years ago. It had begun pouring rain and the parking lot lights were almost non-existent so she didn’t notice a dark figure move out from under the eaves. Jo had just hopped into the driver’s side, stuck in the keys, and shut the door when a heavy fist landed on her window. Adrenaline slammed into her system as she grabbed a pistol from under the seat. She aimed it at the window, thumb ready to cock it.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, Jo? Huh? I told you to stay put,” a very familiar voice demanded. The light from her little digital clock just barely lit up the man’s face. His lips. She yanked the window crank down as she stuck the gun back to its spot.
“Stay put? You bastard! Your possessed little brother tied me up, tried to rape me, shot and left you, and you tell me to stay put. Like hell I’d stay put!” she spat. “I’m not a schoolgirl, some little kid to obey your every command.” She had no idea where that came from. Stupid adrenaline making her spit out random crap. It must have had an impact though, because Dean jerked his head away from the window. Everything was silent for a solid minute while rain poured in on Jo and streamed down Dean’s face.
“I didn’t say you were! Where the hell did you come up with that, that you’re a schoolgirl, a little kid?” Dean’s features were unreadable, but his tone had completely changed. “Jo. Answer me.”
The rain was drumming hard on the truck roof and she hoped he wouldn’t hear. “Sam told me. I mean, I guess the demon told me. The demon told me a lot about you, D-”
“Jo, get out here. Get out of the truck,” he cut in. He leaned into the doorframe, reaching for the handle. She didn’t move; she had no idea what was going on.
“Jo,” he repeated with more force. She rolled the window up just as he pulled the door open. “That demon lied. Sam told me what it told you.” She felt her blood freeze. He reached for her arm and pulled her out.
“Now you just wait a damn minute! How did you know I was here?” She panicked. What if this wasn’t Dean? His shoulders drooped a little as he slammed the door shut.
“I told the manager to call me if a pretty blonde showed up and signed in under Harvelle. Told him she was my cousin and we had gotten separated and our cells didn’t work in this area. The $200 didn’t hurt either.” She used her free hand to slug his shoulder. He was lucky the only one she could reach was his good one. He growled and hauled her up against the truck. She cried out-the handle was pressing into her spine. She automatically thought of Sam crushing her against the bar. Before she could beg Dean to let her go, before panic rose up, his face leaned close to hers, his breathe against her mouth and his eyes piercing into hers. She knew she looked surprised because her mouth flew open.
Jo heard Dean’s left hand slide and squeak against the truck window. He adjusted his grip on her arm. He blinked rain out of his eyes and dipped his lips within millimeters of hers. He was so close she could see the sprinkling of freckles across his nose, even in the dark. His eyes were practically glowing green.
“Jo, that’s not who you are. Not to me,” he whispered hoarsely and slid his left hand up into her soaking wet hair. He pulled a little and she moaned a little, closed her eyes, and then he kissed her.
They’d never kissed before, and not even in her confusing daydreams did he kiss like this. The rain had soaked both of them and everything was wet and sliding. She knew he was pressing her against the truck handle but she couldn’t feel it anymore. She felt his calloused hands in her hair, around her wrist, his chest pushing against hers. She was sure she was going to pass out when one of his knees crept between hers so he could settle between her legs. He bit her bottom lip and tugged. Her eyes flew open and looked into his. His eyelids were lowered, his pupils were dilated and he was breathing thickly. His mouth curved into a smirk.
“You’re not a schoolgirl,” he teased, “but you’re bad at tracking. We left an obvious trail right to Bobby’s junk yard. You passed us up.” He released Jo’s arm, pulled his hand out of her hair. She started to move away from the truck as she felt anger well up immediately.
“You smug bastard, don’t you kiss me then lecture me about-” he shut her up completely when he slid his hands under her wet shirt and up her bare back and kissed her hard. She moaned into his mouth. Damn, he was amazing. She threaded a hand into his hair and yanked his lips away from hers. He groaned and hitched her up higher between him and the truck. Jo gasped-Dean was hard. Somehow her legs got around Dean’s waist and he was kissing her neck and trying to steer them toward the hotel door.
“Keys,” she ground out as he scraped his teeth along the cords of her throat.
He just muttered “Fuck the keys” and kicked the door open. In an instant, Jo had his jacket off and was yanking at his t-shirt. Their enthusiasm would have almost been funny had she not caught a glimpse of the bandages on his left shoulder. She swallowed hard and concentrated on getting the wet cotton off. He was doing the same with hers, and in the tangle of shirts and arms she got frustrated and batted his hands away. She sat up on her knees and pulled it off herself then waited only seconds for Dean to do the same.
He was on his knees now too, pressing his chest and stomach to hers. He was gentler now; his hands weren’t tugging at her hair or pulling her around. He lifted one to caress her cheek and even gave a little smile. That was Jo’s undoing-she never saw an honest-to-God smile from Dean, just those stupid smirks and smug grins. Biting her lip, Jo reached down and quietly slid Dean’s belt open. She smiled back.
That was a good night, when water became the perfect way to dissolve doubts. Blood may be thicker than water, but water is, after all, the universal solvent.
Series: Blood, Water, and Whiskey
Rating: R
Characters: Jo/Dean
Notes/Disclaimers/Summary: Not mine, all Kripke’s. Spoilers for BUaBS.
Part 1. || Part 2. || Part 3. || Part 4. || Part 5. || Part 6. || Part 7. || Part 8. || Part 9.
Jo never listened to authority, particularly those who were only pretending to have authority in the first place. She was on the Winchester trail within days. She knew they were traveling across South Dakota looking for a hunter but she was just going to have to use what her daddy taught her to find them.
She thought she found them in Watertown only two days into her trip. She was sitting at Dempsey’s Pub, a spot that just oozed Dean Winchester-appeal, and talking to the bartender. He told her about two guys who had been in a few days ago. One was tall, lanky, looked like a snot-nosed college kid. The other drank a lot of Ten-Penny Old Stock ale, nasty stuff in his opinion but people liked it so he sold it. She thanked him and tipped him well. She had to find them, help them, something. And secretly, in the dark parts of her heart where a little torch burned bright, she wanted to know the truth about Dean and how he felt.
Passing Madison, she started wondering why in the world she had chased after them. She didn’t even know what to do if she caught up. Dean would be pissed off, Sam would be mute and would shoot kicked-puppy looks at her when she wasn’t looking. He would make her follow them to a hotel, they’d get a room, and she’d sit at the desk while he roamed around the room, kicking at the beds and the air conditioner. He would call her mom and snitch and whine. He would have that scowl on his face and clench his jaw a few times and Jo’s little torch would flare up.
She was near Salem on Highway 81 when it started getting dark and she noticed some clouds in the distance. It had been getting hotter throughout the day-she was pouring sweat thanks to the never working A/C in her truck. She was getting tired as well, so she pulled in a town to fuel up and rest for a little while. Without somebody to drive with her, she’d end up groggy and careless. She found a hotel with a vacancy sign and pulled in. Within minutes, she was in the shower. She tried and tried not to think about what the demon had said, that Dean thought of her as a schoolgirl. She didn’t want to be a schoolgirl or a friend. Honestly? There were things she wanted him to think of her that made her face flush a little. There was a lot more she wanted from Dean than friendship. She scrubbed extra hard with the stiff and scratchy washcloth as if she could scrub all her confusion and irritation away.
Jo slept lightly and fitfully that night. She woke a couple of hours before sunrise and knew as soon as her eyes opened that she wouldn’t be going back to bed. She pulled on her jeans, shoved her feet in her boots and decided to go out to the truck to get the laptop Ash had made for her a few years ago. It had begun pouring rain and the parking lot lights were almost non-existent so she didn’t notice a dark figure move out from under the eaves. Jo had just hopped into the driver’s side, stuck in the keys, and shut the door when a heavy fist landed on her window. Adrenaline slammed into her system as she grabbed a pistol from under the seat. She aimed it at the window, thumb ready to cock it.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, Jo? Huh? I told you to stay put,” a very familiar voice demanded. The light from her little digital clock just barely lit up the man’s face. His lips. She yanked the window crank down as she stuck the gun back to its spot.
“Stay put? You bastard! Your possessed little brother tied me up, tried to rape me, shot and left you, and you tell me to stay put. Like hell I’d stay put!” she spat. “I’m not a schoolgirl, some little kid to obey your every command.” She had no idea where that came from. Stupid adrenaline making her spit out random crap. It must have had an impact though, because Dean jerked his head away from the window. Everything was silent for a solid minute while rain poured in on Jo and streamed down Dean’s face.
“I didn’t say you were! Where the hell did you come up with that, that you’re a schoolgirl, a little kid?” Dean’s features were unreadable, but his tone had completely changed. “Jo. Answer me.”
The rain was drumming hard on the truck roof and she hoped he wouldn’t hear. “Sam told me. I mean, I guess the demon told me. The demon told me a lot about you, D-”
“Jo, get out here. Get out of the truck,” he cut in. He leaned into the doorframe, reaching for the handle. She didn’t move; she had no idea what was going on.
“Jo,” he repeated with more force. She rolled the window up just as he pulled the door open. “That demon lied. Sam told me what it told you.” She felt her blood freeze. He reached for her arm and pulled her out.
“Now you just wait a damn minute! How did you know I was here?” She panicked. What if this wasn’t Dean? His shoulders drooped a little as he slammed the door shut.
“I told the manager to call me if a pretty blonde showed up and signed in under Harvelle. Told him she was my cousin and we had gotten separated and our cells didn’t work in this area. The $200 didn’t hurt either.” She used her free hand to slug his shoulder. He was lucky the only one she could reach was his good one. He growled and hauled her up against the truck. She cried out-the handle was pressing into her spine. She automatically thought of Sam crushing her against the bar. Before she could beg Dean to let her go, before panic rose up, his face leaned close to hers, his breathe against her mouth and his eyes piercing into hers. She knew she looked surprised because her mouth flew open.
Jo heard Dean’s left hand slide and squeak against the truck window. He adjusted his grip on her arm. He blinked rain out of his eyes and dipped his lips within millimeters of hers. He was so close she could see the sprinkling of freckles across his nose, even in the dark. His eyes were practically glowing green.
“Jo, that’s not who you are. Not to me,” he whispered hoarsely and slid his left hand up into her soaking wet hair. He pulled a little and she moaned a little, closed her eyes, and then he kissed her.
They’d never kissed before, and not even in her confusing daydreams did he kiss like this. The rain had soaked both of them and everything was wet and sliding. She knew he was pressing her against the truck handle but she couldn’t feel it anymore. She felt his calloused hands in her hair, around her wrist, his chest pushing against hers. She was sure she was going to pass out when one of his knees crept between hers so he could settle between her legs. He bit her bottom lip and tugged. Her eyes flew open and looked into his. His eyelids were lowered, his pupils were dilated and he was breathing thickly. His mouth curved into a smirk.
“You’re not a schoolgirl,” he teased, “but you’re bad at tracking. We left an obvious trail right to Bobby’s junk yard. You passed us up.” He released Jo’s arm, pulled his hand out of her hair. She started to move away from the truck as she felt anger well up immediately.
“You smug bastard, don’t you kiss me then lecture me about-” he shut her up completely when he slid his hands under her wet shirt and up her bare back and kissed her hard. She moaned into his mouth. Damn, he was amazing. She threaded a hand into his hair and yanked his lips away from hers. He groaned and hitched her up higher between him and the truck. Jo gasped-Dean was hard. Somehow her legs got around Dean’s waist and he was kissing her neck and trying to steer them toward the hotel door.
“Keys,” she ground out as he scraped his teeth along the cords of her throat.
He just muttered “Fuck the keys” and kicked the door open. In an instant, Jo had his jacket off and was yanking at his t-shirt. Their enthusiasm would have almost been funny had she not caught a glimpse of the bandages on his left shoulder. She swallowed hard and concentrated on getting the wet cotton off. He was doing the same with hers, and in the tangle of shirts and arms she got frustrated and batted his hands away. She sat up on her knees and pulled it off herself then waited only seconds for Dean to do the same.
He was on his knees now too, pressing his chest and stomach to hers. He was gentler now; his hands weren’t tugging at her hair or pulling her around. He lifted one to caress her cheek and even gave a little smile. That was Jo’s undoing-she never saw an honest-to-God smile from Dean, just those stupid smirks and smug grins. Biting her lip, Jo reached down and quietly slid Dean’s belt open. She smiled back.
That was a good night, when water became the perfect way to dissolve doubts. Blood may be thicker than water, but water is, after all, the universal solvent.