Title: New Times
Author:![]()
meg_dallen
Recipient:![]()
my_sam_dean
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Summary: Jo woke up tangled in his sheets, her hand still on his arm. Dean was sleeping peacefully, slightly turned to her, with his cheek pressing against her scalp…
Author's Notes: This is my first SPN story. So I hope you´ll like it.
Many thanx to my amazing beta Devia
She met him in the nice, quiet motel in Maryland. It was half a year after Dean told her that he would call her. He didn´t, of course. Jo hadn’t counted on it anyway, but she had thought about Winchesters, about Dean, every day since then. And when Dean told her that the demon was the last straw for Sam and that he was back at university, he offered her a job and Jo agreed.
Jo really didn´t know why, because she was currently on the best path to forgetting him. But hunting alone wasn´t the best idea, because maybe she wasn’t really skilful and expert as she thought. But she could deal with it- she was proving it by the long, white scars on her body and her lost her blood.
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When they are on a hunt, she doesn’t dare to complain or argue, even if he is still snarky and upbraids her for every little mistake.
It´s surprising, but Dean keeps inviting her on another hunt and then it’s the routine- the two of them together on the road, on the hunt.
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“It´s yours,” Jo tosses a paper bag on Dean´s lap, and he quickly starts to open it up.
Jo sits down on the passenger seat and opens her box filled with Caesar salad. The line in the fast-food place has been unbelievably long, unbelievable in this wilderness.
“What?” Dean cries out. “Just two tortillas?”
“You didn´t say how much you wanted,“ Jo answers, defensive.
“I´m not a chick, I need food, you know?” he says when he sees her salad. “Shit,” he frowns and eats the big hamburger in five bites.
Jo is just about to put a tomato to her mouth, when he stiffens.
“Wait. There isn´t spicy sauce?”
“I don´t know… maybe I should have asked.” And she starts to feel miserable.
It ends with Jo going back to wait in another endless line four more tortillas and big hamburger with a ton of spicy sauce .
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Jo knows how much Dean was missing Sam. She can see the hurt in his eyes and the emptiness in his behavior. So she can handle this treatment, because she can’t stand Dean the Great broken like this. But it’s hard and so exhausting.
Even harder was when Sam starts to call her. They have a lot of night calls about nothing. For Sam is everything, when Jo´s telling him how Dean is doing.
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In the “Fat Fox” it’s almost the whole town. Jo sits at the wooden table, Coke in her hand, and the seat across is empty. Dean had disappeared forty minutes before for a pool game and now, he´s chatting with a pretty, busty girl at the bar. Jo tries not to looks and focuses on sipping her drink, when someone sits down beside her.
“Excuse me, miss, you look a little bit alone,” says a brown-haired cowboy. Because, wouldn’t you know it, they’re in in Utah.
He sits in Dean´s chair after getting Jo´s permission and he´s polite and nice. But, he isn´t- he isn´t Dean. Dean is kissing the busty girl´s neck and leading her out the door. He catches Jo´s stare- and changes his direction, pulling the girl with him.
“Who’s this, Jo?” he asks, storming towards her.
“That´s Rob,” and she knows this won´t end well.
“This is my chair, man.”
“Sorry, I didn´t know you´re here together,” Rob takes note of the girl behind Dean´s back.
“Yeah, I´m here with my sister,” and he nods towards Jo.
Anyway, it ends with Rob getting a broken nose. Jo feels bad and brings him chocolate at the hospital.
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In the beginning Jo didn´t believe demonSam. But the more they hunt together, the more the feeling of a younger sister and school-girl grows stronger.
They sleep in motels, in one room, but each one with their own bed. They don´t talk much, just shower, eat and then sleep.
It isn´t actually fulfilling,after those horrible hunts. But they have no other possibility. No one wants to be left completely alone.
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”Fuck, fuck!“ Dean swears and clenching his teeth together to hold the pain back.
”Jesus, sit down! Sit down!” Jo´s arms are pulling him down, to Impala´s leather seat. Hes breathing heavily, one hand over his ribs. It seems that his lungs have taken a holiday- it´s growing hard for him to catch his breath
Jo hunkers down in front of him and put her hands on Dean´s thighs.
“Breathe, it´s ok, just breathe.” She herself is taking long and slow breaths.
“Shit, it´s not ok! You had- had to be- at your place- and everything would be- ok!”
With Jo´s help, his breathing began to steady.
“It attacked you from behind! It could’ve been even worse!”
“You should stay away!” he says, finally.
“I can´t,” she whispers.
“Once more- and then we’re done.”
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They rent a little house in New Mexico, for a time. Because two of Dean´s ribs are cracked and he actually needs a rest as much as Jo does. And although he’s still bitching about everything, Jo knows he’s glad.
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On the second morning in the new house Jo dances barefoot into the kitchen in yellow dress and her hair pinned up.
When Dean grunts something like; “Humph,” she just turns from the sink and asks, “What?”
“Nothing,” and he continues with the breakfast.
Of course she knows, that her slim and long neck is finally very visible, as well as her toned legs. She´s smiling into her cup of coffee, the cold tiles on the floor cooling her feet.
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A few last days are really fucking hot, even for a desert like New Mexico. Dean spends whole day watching stupid programs on TV, with a poor, little fan next to his face.
Every time when Jo comes from the porch in for a new glass of water with ice cubes, she feels his gaze in her more-than-usual-bare body. Even in this horrible weather, she shivers.
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That night it´s the first time she hearshim have a nightmare.
She quickly goes to Dean´s bedroom, sitting on the bed and speaking to him.
”Hey, hey- Dean,” it seems like he doesn´t hear her, because his body, covered by a light film of sweat, is still trembling and jerking.
“Wake up, Dean,” she repeats and this time, she touches his arm gently and Dean is immediately awake, sitting up and panting.
He looks confused and scared and it scares Jo even more. She is staring at him, waiting for his eyes to meet hers, her hand still touching his.
Dean murmurs something and then, he finally looks at her.
“Was it a nightmare?” she asks quietly, he just nods.
“It was about Sam, wasn´t it?” and she knows the answer is yes.
He looks so tired and destroyed- so not Dean- it almost hurts to see him like this.
Jo´s starting to stroke his bare arm, up to the shoulder and down to the forearm. His skin is hot, too hot.
”I think you have a fever. I´ll bring you some pills and water.“ She stands up and starts to turn to the door, but Dean´s clasping her arm.
“I´ll be back,” she murmurs, confused.
And she´s back shortly after, handing him the glass and the pills.
“It was about Sam,“ Dean confesses when she´s sitting next to him again, wiping the sweat from his forehead by the hem of her old T- shirt.
“Maybe I should- I´ve never-“ he tries to tell her, but he can’t finish .
“He´s ok, I´m sure,” Jo calms him with a strong voice.
And suddenly, he´s looking straight at her. “Jo,” he breathes out, like he really realizes for the first time she´s here.
“What?” she asks him with a small voice, her stomach fluttering and full of anticipation.
“Come here,” and suddenly there is an empty place for her in his bed, his too small bed.
Jo half hugs him and starts to hum a song. One of the ones he likes.
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Jo wakes up tangled in his sheets, her hand still on his arm. Deanis sleeping peacefully, slightly turned to her, with his cheek pressing against her scalp.
All over her is his scent, so calming, almost like the home. She represses a strong impulse to caress his bare body or to stroke his stubbly cheek.
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It’s early; 8:21am and the sun is burning like crazy. So Jo takes a shower to cool her body and also her mind. She’s glad that Dean´s sleeping after the night and the fucked up hunt.
He wakes up in the late afternoon, disorientated and scowling. Like the night hadn’teven happened. His ego could have killed him. And Jo feels betrayed and hurt. But she ’s immune from it so far.
And then flash and thunder and she’s running out, towards the rain.
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She´s lying in the wet grass, soaking throughout by the rain, smile on her face.
Suddenly, Dean´s next to her and they both let the water wash away everything.
Jo can see peripherally that Dean is watching her.
“What?” she raises her eyebrow. He says nothing, just starting to move towards her and Jo´s heart is thumping like mad and she feels Dean´s warm lips on hers.
It´s just nipping and brushing, Dean´s hand on her cheek.
“It´s cold here, come on.”
The rain is lighter now, but the sky is still dark.
Jo heads after him, inside, afraid of what´s going to happen. But Dean just opens the fridge.
“Want something?” he asks, as he´s pulling out the bottle of Jack.
“No, thanks,“ Jo answers sharply, watching him taking a couple of gulps right from the bottle. “You can´t just kiss me,” she states, still in shock.
“Why not?”
It´s a simple response, and Jo doesn´t know what to say.
They are both in the damp clothes. Dean in his old t- shirt and Jo has on the yellow dress. Every piece of the cotton is sticking to their bodies. Jo can see his muscles through the thin sheet of the shirt and suddenly realizes, that she´s not wearing a bra, so he can also see everything.
But Dean is now fighting with the soaked shirt, but it´s quite hard when you have cracked three ribs. So he makes a few steps to Jo and with a pleading face he´s asking for help.
Jo hesitates for a second, but then she´s tugging on the hem and lifting the shirt carefully past his body and then over his head.
“Why not?” she´s back with the strange conversation. And then Dean´s arm is over her hip and his hand is cupping her cheek.
“Cause you´re sweet,” he rasps. “Your lips are sweet,” he says while he´s kissing her slightly parted mouth, “Your skin´s sweet,” he goes on, now kissing her neck.
Jesus, this is what she has always wanted. Finally, finally, she can know his lips and sink her nose into the crook of his neck, and the warm, pulsing skin there.
“Wait,” she breathes out, smile on her face. “Wait,” she´s still leaning on his firm body. “I- I´m cold,” she feels embarrassed, like a school-girl. But she is not a school girl anymore.
“Yeah, true,” his body´s shaking too and those green eyes are watching hers.
Jo doesn´t know how exactly, but all of a sudden, Dean´s sitting on her bed, in her room, with outstretched hands, waiting for her.
She takes a deep breath, as she´s coming closer to him, to stand between his thighs. Her hands voluntary take care of the dress buttons, popping out one after one to reveal more and more of the goose bumped skin.
Dean´s eyes are scanning her movements and when the last one is opened, just under her bellybutton, he takes her cold hands in his and bends forward to kiss her abdomen. Jo feels her eyes rolling back under the delicate feeling. She dares to put her hands on Dean´s broad shoulders and then runs into the hair on his nap, while he´s pushing her dress away. Then he stands up and with her help, he gets rid of his jeans and they lay down on the bed, under the sheet.
They kiss a long time, more and more passionately, and Jo thinks, that it’s finally happening, but she isn´t sure if it´s the right thing. But when Dean´s hand cups her breast, all these thoughts are gone. He sucks her; teeth grazing sensitive flesh while his other hand´s massaging her gently, in time with the stroke of his tongue against her nipple.
His fingers caress her more tenderly than she'd expected or ever experienced. She feels his fingers fall, curling and stroking at the back of her knees. Slowly his fingers slide higher, thumbs stroking as his fingers caress the back of her thighs, and higher still to the exposed curve of her butt. His hands fall lower, running over her sides and across her stomach.
She can feel his hard length against her stomach, confined by his boxers. She rubs against him slowly and feels him jerk up against her, his mouth parting and letting out a stuttered breath against her own.
Dean´s soft lips are everywhere, along her neck and her breasts and along her shoulders. His hands never stop touching her. She can hear herself breathing more quickly and louder. She moves more on top of him, kissing his chest and down to the hem of his boxers. She´s licking the delicious V, going towards his groin. The skin here is so soft and thin and obviously ticklish, since Dean´s wriggling a little. But Jo loves this part of his body, also the muscles on the abdomen. She would trace them with her fingers forever.
She shoves the unwanted piece of clothing down and away and she can see how hard Dean is. She wraps her fingers around his length, causing a low growl to sound from deep within his chest. Bending to his groin, Jo runs her tongue along the length of his cock, taking him into her mouth, her soft cheeks enclosing the cock. She tries to do her best to satisfy Dean, although she hasn´t had too much experiences. But from the way how Dean reacts, she thinks she could say, she’s not half bad. Anyway, it´s quite hard to breathe just by the nostrils when you´re so aroused, so she stops and go back to kiss his lips.
Their breathing is heavy, their bodies shaking with the need to move, to experience, to have all of each other.
Dean trails one hand gently up the inside of her leg as Jo writhes underneath him. She spreads out wider and accepts his weight. He begins to enter her slowly. His breath hisses out as her heat surrounds him. The look on her face is one of wonder. Her eyes quickly find his. She wants him to stare into her eyes and he does.
The way he holds her hands as he´s entering her over and over, fingers intertwined- Jo can tell that this is different, that he is different. They don´t speak, just continue looking into each other’s eyes.
Finally she tightens her legs around his hips at the same time her inner muscles startclenching around him. She knows she is about to come. He keeps the rhythm going—holding onto his own orgasm—praying that she will peak anytime now. He´s pulling out and plunging back in as deep as he can, as his world explodes around him at the same time as hers.
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The morning after, Jo is woken up by her cell phone vibrating with SAM on display. She quietly tiptoes from the bedroom to the kitchen. It’s just another call with Sam. He tells her how he’s doing, and she tells him some of where they were. And when she hangs up and turns around, she’ss facing Dean, leaning to the door frame. He says nothing, which is even worse than yelling. What’s coming right then, when Jo tries to clear it up for him. God, she feels horrible. She knows, that she´s touched the most sacred spot- their brotherhood.
When Dean´s ribs and leg are finally ok, she knows she has to continue alone. No goodbyes, they can´t look at each other.
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Jo does a few jobs before she realizes she´s missing her periods.
“You´re pregnant, miss.”
“No,” Jo laughs. “That´s not possible,” she shakes her head. But then she remembers the night with Dean the month before.
“How far am I along?” She´s absolutely serious now.
“Four weeks, three and a few days exactly,” the doctor answers her question. And Jo isn´t the strong hunter now, she´s crying the whole time the doctor is telling her about all that possibilities- and no, she would never let anyone kill something so little and vulnerable inside of her body, never- about the duration of pregnancy, about her health… and Jo´s still crying.
She´s crying the whole week after, although she´s taking the vitamin pills and knows what morning sickness is now. She still doesn´t talk with her mother, but she has to talk with someone, so she´s dialing Sam´s number.
“Something wrong?” asks Sam.
“Why?” Could he know?
“Just- you haven´t called for such a long time…”
“I´m not with Dean… It´s better this way, you know him,” and she feels tears welling up when she says his name.
“Where- where is he? Where are you?” He sounds confused.
“I don´t know where is he. And I´m ok.”
“Jo, what happened?” Now, he sounds worried.
“We had an awful fight and I don´t feel really good…”
She tells him a lot, but nothing about the little baby in her belly. But from her words and voice, Sam could tell something isn’t right…
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One November´s evening someone knocks on the door of Jo´s apartment. She´s wearing a long baggy sweater and warm knitted socks. Jo isn´t paying much attention to the door, but when she raises her eyes to the visitor-
“Hey, can I come in?” Dean´s looking awkwardly friendly.
She wants to slam the door, but she lets him in instead.
“You can sit here,” Jo points to the chair next to the table, as she´s sitting on the other and sipping hot herbal tea.
“You look good,” Dean says, never meetingher eyes.
“Yeah… you know, working at Burger King isn´t a hunt,” she answers sarcastically.
He looks tired and jaded- but fucking handsome and manlike as usual. And she can smell his scent with her over-sensitive sense. It´s all him- the gasoline, sweat and cologne. No one could ever smell like him to her. She has to close her eyes, stand up and go to the counter.
“What are you doing here?” She needs to end this as soon as possible.
“I talked to Sam. He told me where I could find you.“
“So, you´re speaking to him. What a surprise” It´s full of venom, but this is the only defense for her.
“Actually yes, I think. Look…you were right, ok? And I´m sorry.”
“You can´t be sorry just like that. You have to mean it!”
“Jo, I mean it. The whole time I was acting like an idiot. I had no right to treat you like that.”
“But you did!”
“I really am sorry. What can I do?!”
“What can YOU do? What can I do!?” She shoves up the sweater to reveal her swelling belly.
“What the hell- you´re- pregnant?”
“Obviously…”
“Who- who´s the father? Should I kill someone?”
“Dean- it´s yours.”
“What?!” he nervously chuckles out. “How could you know?”
“I haven´t slept with anyone else. I mean- not at least a year before you and no one after you.”
“It- no, no.”
After a very long time.
“Girl or boy?”
“Girl.”
“May I-” and he touches the belly and Jo wants to flinch away, but she can´t.
“It´s almost over four months now,” she whispers as Dean´s hands are touching her bulging stomach. She still wants him. After everything, because of everything. She lets her head drop ontohis shoulder.
“We´ll work this out, right?”
“Yeah…” Jo whispers back resignedly. She lifts his head up, to look at him, to find out, what he really thinks. She can see resolve and earnestness in his eyes. She wants to kiss him. She needs to kiss him. So she does.
He tastes even better than she remembers. The kiss is so comfortable and leisurely, like there hasn´t been any for a long time, when there were separated. It feels like kissing someone so familiar, who makes you feel good, protected, loving…
Eventually, they move to the bedroom, where Dean carefully, almost timidly, lays Jo down. He´s kissing her from neck to the belly and Jo sighs contentedly. They cuddle and pet- She hasn´t any sexual exploits since the beginning of her pregnancy. And now it´s the same. Although, it seems her body and senses are reacting to Dean´s care. How he´s nuzzling her neck and stroking breasts under the sweater…
“You´re so beautiful… so soft…,” Dean keeps telling her.
She can just lay here with closed eyes, little moans escaping her warm her lips. But she can already feel the wetness between her legs.
„Here, come on, baby,“ Dean helps her up and straddles his face.
Jo is unsure, moving slowly. “Dean, I´m not sure…” she´s biting her lip and looking down to him.
„It´s ok,“ he assures her as he´s pulling the sticky fabric to the side and kissing her clit, drawing his tongue over her slit, torturously slow.
She jerks, lifting her hips up a little, but Dean´s strong hands are holding her thighs, lips buried deep against her. He´s sucking her clit until she´s whimpering with need and then kisses along her outer lips, drawing them into his mouth, teasing them with his tongue and teeth.
Jo’s back arches as she moans Dean´s name while she meets her release.
She almost falls down, but Dean catches her.
“Thank you,” she whispers and kisses his lips lightly, still covering with her juices. “I´m so lonely, you know. It almost hurts,” she´s looking at him, tracing the lines of his eyebrows, fighting back the tears. “And scared and tired,” she adds, finally filtering the emotions out, as she isn´t sure if Dean is the right person.
Jo is really tired, so she closes her eyes and hears Dean rustling towards her belly.
“Hey little one, here´s your dad. I´m finally here, so I can take care of you and your mummy, agreed? Because I love you mum, you know? I´ll teach you to drive my awesome car and maybe, we can go fishing sometime...”
Dean´s hot breath against her skin and his words makes her fall asleep.
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Not long time after, Dean and Jo get out from the Impala in California. Sam´s already waiting in the door with a big, bright smile on his face.
“Hey, bro,” Dean cries out, “you´re even taller!” And the brothers hug. They´re both smiling and cracking jokes. Then Sam turns to Jo.
“Oh, Jo,” he hugs her too.
“Sam,” she smiles.
Sam´s putting his big hand on Jo´s belly, to feel the kicks.
“Wow, he´s going to be a great soccer player!” he exclaims.
“It´s a she, Sam,” Dean grunts.
“Oh, yeah... so she will be a great soccer player,” he chuckles and Dean punches him to the arm.
“Sorry, let’s go in...” and they all go into Sam´s place.
Author:
meg_dallenRecipient:
my_sam_deanRating: Adult
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Summary: Jo woke up tangled in his sheets, her hand still on his arm. Dean was sleeping peacefully, slightly turned to her, with his cheek pressing against her scalp…
Author's Notes: This is my first SPN story. So I hope you´ll like it.
Many thanx to my amazing beta Devia
She met him in the nice, quiet motel in Maryland. It was half a year after Dean told her that he would call her. He didn´t, of course. Jo hadn’t counted on it anyway, but she had thought about Winchesters, about Dean, every day since then. And when Dean told her that the demon was the last straw for Sam and that he was back at university, he offered her a job and Jo agreed.
Jo really didn´t know why, because she was currently on the best path to forgetting him. But hunting alone wasn´t the best idea, because maybe she wasn’t really skilful and expert as she thought. But she could deal with it- she was proving it by the long, white scars on her body and her lost her blood.
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When they are on a hunt, she doesn’t dare to complain or argue, even if he is still snarky and upbraids her for every little mistake.
It´s surprising, but Dean keeps inviting her on another hunt and then it’s the routine- the two of them together on the road, on the hunt.
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“It´s yours,” Jo tosses a paper bag on Dean´s lap, and he quickly starts to open it up.
Jo sits down on the passenger seat and opens her box filled with Caesar salad. The line in the fast-food place has been unbelievably long, unbelievable in this wilderness.
“What?” Dean cries out. “Just two tortillas?”
“You didn´t say how much you wanted,“ Jo answers, defensive.
“I´m not a chick, I need food, you know?” he says when he sees her salad. “Shit,” he frowns and eats the big hamburger in five bites.
Jo is just about to put a tomato to her mouth, when he stiffens.
“Wait. There isn´t spicy sauce?”
“I don´t know… maybe I should have asked.” And she starts to feel miserable.
It ends with Jo going back to wait in another endless line four more tortillas and big hamburger with a ton of spicy sauce .
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Jo knows how much Dean was missing Sam. She can see the hurt in his eyes and the emptiness in his behavior. So she can handle this treatment, because she can’t stand Dean the Great broken like this. But it’s hard and so exhausting.
Even harder was when Sam starts to call her. They have a lot of night calls about nothing. For Sam is everything, when Jo´s telling him how Dean is doing.
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In the “Fat Fox” it’s almost the whole town. Jo sits at the wooden table, Coke in her hand, and the seat across is empty. Dean had disappeared forty minutes before for a pool game and now, he´s chatting with a pretty, busty girl at the bar. Jo tries not to looks and focuses on sipping her drink, when someone sits down beside her.
“Excuse me, miss, you look a little bit alone,” says a brown-haired cowboy. Because, wouldn’t you know it, they’re in in Utah.
He sits in Dean´s chair after getting Jo´s permission and he´s polite and nice. But, he isn´t- he isn´t Dean. Dean is kissing the busty girl´s neck and leading her out the door. He catches Jo´s stare- and changes his direction, pulling the girl with him.
“Who’s this, Jo?” he asks, storming towards her.
“That´s Rob,” and she knows this won´t end well.
“This is my chair, man.”
“Sorry, I didn´t know you´re here together,” Rob takes note of the girl behind Dean´s back.
“Yeah, I´m here with my sister,” and he nods towards Jo.
Anyway, it ends with Rob getting a broken nose. Jo feels bad and brings him chocolate at the hospital.
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In the beginning Jo didn´t believe demonSam. But the more they hunt together, the more the feeling of a younger sister and school-girl grows stronger.
They sleep in motels, in one room, but each one with their own bed. They don´t talk much, just shower, eat and then sleep.
It isn´t actually fulfilling,after those horrible hunts. But they have no other possibility. No one wants to be left completely alone.
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”Fuck, fuck!“ Dean swears and clenching his teeth together to hold the pain back.
”Jesus, sit down! Sit down!” Jo´s arms are pulling him down, to Impala´s leather seat. Hes breathing heavily, one hand over his ribs. It seems that his lungs have taken a holiday- it´s growing hard for him to catch his breath
Jo hunkers down in front of him and put her hands on Dean´s thighs.
“Breathe, it´s ok, just breathe.” She herself is taking long and slow breaths.
“Shit, it´s not ok! You had- had to be- at your place- and everything would be- ok!”
With Jo´s help, his breathing began to steady.
“It attacked you from behind! It could’ve been even worse!”
“You should stay away!” he says, finally.
“I can´t,” she whispers.
“Once more- and then we’re done.”
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They rent a little house in New Mexico, for a time. Because two of Dean´s ribs are cracked and he actually needs a rest as much as Jo does. And although he’s still bitching about everything, Jo knows he’s glad.
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On the second morning in the new house Jo dances barefoot into the kitchen in yellow dress and her hair pinned up.
When Dean grunts something like; “Humph,” she just turns from the sink and asks, “What?”
“Nothing,” and he continues with the breakfast.
Of course she knows, that her slim and long neck is finally very visible, as well as her toned legs. She´s smiling into her cup of coffee, the cold tiles on the floor cooling her feet.
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A few last days are really fucking hot, even for a desert like New Mexico. Dean spends whole day watching stupid programs on TV, with a poor, little fan next to his face.
Every time when Jo comes from the porch in for a new glass of water with ice cubes, she feels his gaze in her more-than-usual-bare body. Even in this horrible weather, she shivers.
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That night it´s the first time she hearshim have a nightmare.
She quickly goes to Dean´s bedroom, sitting on the bed and speaking to him.
”Hey, hey- Dean,” it seems like he doesn´t hear her, because his body, covered by a light film of sweat, is still trembling and jerking.
“Wake up, Dean,” she repeats and this time, she touches his arm gently and Dean is immediately awake, sitting up and panting.
He looks confused and scared and it scares Jo even more. She is staring at him, waiting for his eyes to meet hers, her hand still touching his.
Dean murmurs something and then, he finally looks at her.
“Was it a nightmare?” she asks quietly, he just nods.
“It was about Sam, wasn´t it?” and she knows the answer is yes.
He looks so tired and destroyed- so not Dean- it almost hurts to see him like this.
Jo´s starting to stroke his bare arm, up to the shoulder and down to the forearm. His skin is hot, too hot.
”I think you have a fever. I´ll bring you some pills and water.“ She stands up and starts to turn to the door, but Dean´s clasping her arm.
“I´ll be back,” she murmurs, confused.
And she´s back shortly after, handing him the glass and the pills.
“It was about Sam,“ Dean confesses when she´s sitting next to him again, wiping the sweat from his forehead by the hem of her old T- shirt.
“Maybe I should- I´ve never-“ he tries to tell her, but he can’t finish .
“He´s ok, I´m sure,” Jo calms him with a strong voice.
And suddenly, he´s looking straight at her. “Jo,” he breathes out, like he really realizes for the first time she´s here.
“What?” she asks him with a small voice, her stomach fluttering and full of anticipation.
“Come here,” and suddenly there is an empty place for her in his bed, his too small bed.
Jo half hugs him and starts to hum a song. One of the ones he likes.
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Jo wakes up tangled in his sheets, her hand still on his arm. Deanis sleeping peacefully, slightly turned to her, with his cheek pressing against her scalp.
All over her is his scent, so calming, almost like the home. She represses a strong impulse to caress his bare body or to stroke his stubbly cheek.
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It’s early; 8:21am and the sun is burning like crazy. So Jo takes a shower to cool her body and also her mind. She’s glad that Dean´s sleeping after the night and the fucked up hunt.
He wakes up in the late afternoon, disorientated and scowling. Like the night hadn’teven happened. His ego could have killed him. And Jo feels betrayed and hurt. But she ’s immune from it so far.
And then flash and thunder and she’s running out, towards the rain.
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She´s lying in the wet grass, soaking throughout by the rain, smile on her face.
Suddenly, Dean´s next to her and they both let the water wash away everything.
Jo can see peripherally that Dean is watching her.
“What?” she raises her eyebrow. He says nothing, just starting to move towards her and Jo´s heart is thumping like mad and she feels Dean´s warm lips on hers.
It´s just nipping and brushing, Dean´s hand on her cheek.
“It´s cold here, come on.”
The rain is lighter now, but the sky is still dark.
Jo heads after him, inside, afraid of what´s going to happen. But Dean just opens the fridge.
“Want something?” he asks, as he´s pulling out the bottle of Jack.
“No, thanks,“ Jo answers sharply, watching him taking a couple of gulps right from the bottle. “You can´t just kiss me,” she states, still in shock.
“Why not?”
It´s a simple response, and Jo doesn´t know what to say.
They are both in the damp clothes. Dean in his old t- shirt and Jo has on the yellow dress. Every piece of the cotton is sticking to their bodies. Jo can see his muscles through the thin sheet of the shirt and suddenly realizes, that she´s not wearing a bra, so he can also see everything.
But Dean is now fighting with the soaked shirt, but it´s quite hard when you have cracked three ribs. So he makes a few steps to Jo and with a pleading face he´s asking for help.
Jo hesitates for a second, but then she´s tugging on the hem and lifting the shirt carefully past his body and then over his head.
“Why not?” she´s back with the strange conversation. And then Dean´s arm is over her hip and his hand is cupping her cheek.
“Cause you´re sweet,” he rasps. “Your lips are sweet,” he says while he´s kissing her slightly parted mouth, “Your skin´s sweet,” he goes on, now kissing her neck.
Jesus, this is what she has always wanted. Finally, finally, she can know his lips and sink her nose into the crook of his neck, and the warm, pulsing skin there.
“Wait,” she breathes out, smile on her face. “Wait,” she´s still leaning on his firm body. “I- I´m cold,” she feels embarrassed, like a school-girl. But she is not a school girl anymore.
“Yeah, true,” his body´s shaking too and those green eyes are watching hers.
Jo doesn´t know how exactly, but all of a sudden, Dean´s sitting on her bed, in her room, with outstretched hands, waiting for her.
She takes a deep breath, as she´s coming closer to him, to stand between his thighs. Her hands voluntary take care of the dress buttons, popping out one after one to reveal more and more of the goose bumped skin.
Dean´s eyes are scanning her movements and when the last one is opened, just under her bellybutton, he takes her cold hands in his and bends forward to kiss her abdomen. Jo feels her eyes rolling back under the delicate feeling. She dares to put her hands on Dean´s broad shoulders and then runs into the hair on his nap, while he´s pushing her dress away. Then he stands up and with her help, he gets rid of his jeans and they lay down on the bed, under the sheet.
They kiss a long time, more and more passionately, and Jo thinks, that it’s finally happening, but she isn´t sure if it´s the right thing. But when Dean´s hand cups her breast, all these thoughts are gone. He sucks her; teeth grazing sensitive flesh while his other hand´s massaging her gently, in time with the stroke of his tongue against her nipple.
His fingers caress her more tenderly than she'd expected or ever experienced. She feels his fingers fall, curling and stroking at the back of her knees. Slowly his fingers slide higher, thumbs stroking as his fingers caress the back of her thighs, and higher still to the exposed curve of her butt. His hands fall lower, running over her sides and across her stomach.
She can feel his hard length against her stomach, confined by his boxers. She rubs against him slowly and feels him jerk up against her, his mouth parting and letting out a stuttered breath against her own.
Dean´s soft lips are everywhere, along her neck and her breasts and along her shoulders. His hands never stop touching her. She can hear herself breathing more quickly and louder. She moves more on top of him, kissing his chest and down to the hem of his boxers. She´s licking the delicious V, going towards his groin. The skin here is so soft and thin and obviously ticklish, since Dean´s wriggling a little. But Jo loves this part of his body, also the muscles on the abdomen. She would trace them with her fingers forever.
She shoves the unwanted piece of clothing down and away and she can see how hard Dean is. She wraps her fingers around his length, causing a low growl to sound from deep within his chest. Bending to his groin, Jo runs her tongue along the length of his cock, taking him into her mouth, her soft cheeks enclosing the cock. She tries to do her best to satisfy Dean, although she hasn´t had too much experiences. But from the way how Dean reacts, she thinks she could say, she’s not half bad. Anyway, it´s quite hard to breathe just by the nostrils when you´re so aroused, so she stops and go back to kiss his lips.
Their breathing is heavy, their bodies shaking with the need to move, to experience, to have all of each other.
Dean trails one hand gently up the inside of her leg as Jo writhes underneath him. She spreads out wider and accepts his weight. He begins to enter her slowly. His breath hisses out as her heat surrounds him. The look on her face is one of wonder. Her eyes quickly find his. She wants him to stare into her eyes and he does.
The way he holds her hands as he´s entering her over and over, fingers intertwined- Jo can tell that this is different, that he is different. They don´t speak, just continue looking into each other’s eyes.
Finally she tightens her legs around his hips at the same time her inner muscles startclenching around him. She knows she is about to come. He keeps the rhythm going—holding onto his own orgasm—praying that she will peak anytime now. He´s pulling out and plunging back in as deep as he can, as his world explodes around him at the same time as hers.
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The morning after, Jo is woken up by her cell phone vibrating with SAM on display. She quietly tiptoes from the bedroom to the kitchen. It’s just another call with Sam. He tells her how he’s doing, and she tells him some of where they were. And when she hangs up and turns around, she’ss facing Dean, leaning to the door frame. He says nothing, which is even worse than yelling. What’s coming right then, when Jo tries to clear it up for him. God, she feels horrible. She knows, that she´s touched the most sacred spot- their brotherhood.
When Dean´s ribs and leg are finally ok, she knows she has to continue alone. No goodbyes, they can´t look at each other.
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Jo does a few jobs before she realizes she´s missing her periods.
“You´re pregnant, miss.”
“No,” Jo laughs. “That´s not possible,” she shakes her head. But then she remembers the night with Dean the month before.
“How far am I along?” She´s absolutely serious now.
“Four weeks, three and a few days exactly,” the doctor answers her question. And Jo isn´t the strong hunter now, she´s crying the whole time the doctor is telling her about all that possibilities- and no, she would never let anyone kill something so little and vulnerable inside of her body, never- about the duration of pregnancy, about her health… and Jo´s still crying.
She´s crying the whole week after, although she´s taking the vitamin pills and knows what morning sickness is now. She still doesn´t talk with her mother, but she has to talk with someone, so she´s dialing Sam´s number.
“Something wrong?” asks Sam.
“Why?” Could he know?
“Just- you haven´t called for such a long time…”
“I´m not with Dean… It´s better this way, you know him,” and she feels tears welling up when she says his name.
“Where- where is he? Where are you?” He sounds confused.
“I don´t know where is he. And I´m ok.”
“Jo, what happened?” Now, he sounds worried.
“We had an awful fight and I don´t feel really good…”
She tells him a lot, but nothing about the little baby in her belly. But from her words and voice, Sam could tell something isn’t right…
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One November´s evening someone knocks on the door of Jo´s apartment. She´s wearing a long baggy sweater and warm knitted socks. Jo isn´t paying much attention to the door, but when she raises her eyes to the visitor-
“Hey, can I come in?” Dean´s looking awkwardly friendly.
She wants to slam the door, but she lets him in instead.
“You can sit here,” Jo points to the chair next to the table, as she´s sitting on the other and sipping hot herbal tea.
“You look good,” Dean says, never meetingher eyes.
“Yeah… you know, working at Burger King isn´t a hunt,” she answers sarcastically.
He looks tired and jaded- but fucking handsome and manlike as usual. And she can smell his scent with her over-sensitive sense. It´s all him- the gasoline, sweat and cologne. No one could ever smell like him to her. She has to close her eyes, stand up and go to the counter.
“What are you doing here?” She needs to end this as soon as possible.
“I talked to Sam. He told me where I could find you.“
“So, you´re speaking to him. What a surprise” It´s full of venom, but this is the only defense for her.
“Actually yes, I think. Look…you were right, ok? And I´m sorry.”
“You can´t be sorry just like that. You have to mean it!”
“Jo, I mean it. The whole time I was acting like an idiot. I had no right to treat you like that.”
“But you did!”
“I really am sorry. What can I do?!”
“What can YOU do? What can I do!?” She shoves up the sweater to reveal her swelling belly.
“What the hell- you´re- pregnant?”
“Obviously…”
“Who- who´s the father? Should I kill someone?”
“Dean- it´s yours.”
“What?!” he nervously chuckles out. “How could you know?”
“I haven´t slept with anyone else. I mean- not at least a year before you and no one after you.”
“It- no, no.”
After a very long time.
“Girl or boy?”
“Girl.”
“May I-” and he touches the belly and Jo wants to flinch away, but she can´t.
“It´s almost over four months now,” she whispers as Dean´s hands are touching her bulging stomach. She still wants him. After everything, because of everything. She lets her head drop ontohis shoulder.
“We´ll work this out, right?”
“Yeah…” Jo whispers back resignedly. She lifts his head up, to look at him, to find out, what he really thinks. She can see resolve and earnestness in his eyes. She wants to kiss him. She needs to kiss him. So she does.
He tastes even better than she remembers. The kiss is so comfortable and leisurely, like there hasn´t been any for a long time, when there were separated. It feels like kissing someone so familiar, who makes you feel good, protected, loving…
Eventually, they move to the bedroom, where Dean carefully, almost timidly, lays Jo down. He´s kissing her from neck to the belly and Jo sighs contentedly. They cuddle and pet- She hasn´t any sexual exploits since the beginning of her pregnancy. And now it´s the same. Although, it seems her body and senses are reacting to Dean´s care. How he´s nuzzling her neck and stroking breasts under the sweater…
“You´re so beautiful… so soft…,” Dean keeps telling her.
She can just lay here with closed eyes, little moans escaping her warm her lips. But she can already feel the wetness between her legs.
„Here, come on, baby,“ Dean helps her up and straddles his face.
Jo is unsure, moving slowly. “Dean, I´m not sure…” she´s biting her lip and looking down to him.
„It´s ok,“ he assures her as he´s pulling the sticky fabric to the side and kissing her clit, drawing his tongue over her slit, torturously slow.
She jerks, lifting her hips up a little, but Dean´s strong hands are holding her thighs, lips buried deep against her. He´s sucking her clit until she´s whimpering with need and then kisses along her outer lips, drawing them into his mouth, teasing them with his tongue and teeth.
Jo’s back arches as she moans Dean´s name while she meets her release.
She almost falls down, but Dean catches her.
“Thank you,” she whispers and kisses his lips lightly, still covering with her juices. “I´m so lonely, you know. It almost hurts,” she´s looking at him, tracing the lines of his eyebrows, fighting back the tears. “And scared and tired,” she adds, finally filtering the emotions out, as she isn´t sure if Dean is the right person.
Jo is really tired, so she closes her eyes and hears Dean rustling towards her belly.
“Hey little one, here´s your dad. I´m finally here, so I can take care of you and your mummy, agreed? Because I love you mum, you know? I´ll teach you to drive my awesome car and maybe, we can go fishing sometime...”
Dean´s hot breath against her skin and his words makes her fall asleep.
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Not long time after, Dean and Jo get out from the Impala in California. Sam´s already waiting in the door with a big, bright smile on his face.
“Hey, bro,” Dean cries out, “you´re even taller!” And the brothers hug. They´re both smiling and cracking jokes. Then Sam turns to Jo.
“Oh, Jo,” he hugs her too.
“Sam,” she smiles.
Sam´s putting his big hand on Jo´s belly, to feel the kicks.
“Wow, he´s going to be a great soccer player!” he exclaims.
“It´s a she, Sam,” Dean grunts.
“Oh, yeah... so she will be a great soccer player,” he chuckles and Dean punches him to the arm.
“Sorry, let’s go in...” and they all go into Sam´s place.