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queen-of-deans-booty · 1 year

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Move On

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: MCD, angst, minor fluff

Summary: Jo Harvelle is having a hard time getting Dean to open up to her. She gets help from an unexpected stranger that is a little too eager for this to work.

Square Filled: dean/jo harvelle (2022) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

Jo walks into the local cafe while her crush and his brother are doing some research back in the motel room. She’s been stressing the entire walk over to the cafe because she doesn't know the drink the man she likes loves. She’s been crushing on him for a few months, and she doesn’t even know his drink order.

Thankfully, there is a line which gives Jo time to think about what she’s going to give him. Her nervous energy is what makes you look up from the book you’re reading. You’re sitting in the corner away from everyone else because you hate big crowds. You’d rather stay in and read than be out in public with a bunch of people around you.

Jo fiddles with her fingers the closer she gets to the front, and you decide she’ll be the person you help today. You put your book back into your bag and head over to her.

“Can’t decide what to get someone?” you ask, startling her.

“How did you…?”

“Honey, I’ve been there one too many times. I’ve tried ordering for someone when I didn’t know their preferences.” you laugh. “Whoever he is, get him a caramel macchiato. It’s sweet and sugary. My man really likes that stuff. He drinks it like it’s water.”

“How do you know it’s for a man?”

“You wouldn’t be acting this way for a woman, would you?”

“No, I guess not,” she chuckles.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Joanna but my friends call me Jo.”

Jo’s up next, so you let her order her drinks. The barista gives her a weird look but doesn’t comment on why she’s giving her that look. You and Jo move off to the side when she pays, and you two chat while she waits for the drinks to be ready.

“So, what do you do?” you ask.

“I own a bar with my mom. That’s more of a side gig at the moment. I travel the country helping people who need it,” Jo keeps it vague. “What about you?”

“I was kind of doing that before, but I’m really into helping others in the way a guidance counselor is.”

“Oh, you work at a school?”

“Sure,” you nod once. Jo wants to comment on your strange answer, but then she thinks about her crush and becomes nervous again. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just about to meet up with the guy I really like. Him and his brother are doing some research for something they’re working on. I just know nothing about him. I want to get to know him but he won’t let me.”

“What’s his name?”

“Dean Winchester. He’s super nice and funny, but he can be a hard ass that doesn’t like to show his emotions half the time.”

“Yeah, my husband is like that sometimes. It can be a bit of a pain and it can seem like you’re putting in more work into the relationship than he is, but don’t give up on him. It’s so worth it in the end. I promise, he’ll warm up to you when he’s ready.”

“He does the same job as me so I get to travel with him and his brother, but it seems like whenever I try to get close to him, all he does is push me away.”

You’re about to answer when one of the baristas calls Jo’s name. She called her twice, but it’s like Jo didn’t hear her.

“Ma’am? Your drinks are ready.”

“Oh, thank you.” She grabs them and places them into a drink carrier. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N, but I have to go now.”

“Please don’t give up on someone like him. I find they’re the best kind of people.”

“I won’t,” she smiles.

You watch her walk out of the store and down the sidewalk until she disappears. The smile on your face falters a bit as you fiddle with your hands nervously. Jo makes it back to the motel fairly quickly, and she hands Sam the tea he likes.

“Here you go,” she says and sets the coffee in front of Dean.

Dean reads the sticker on the cup and looks at her with a questionable look on his face.

“This is my favorite drink. How did you know? I’ve never told you this.”

“There was this woman at the coffee shop who helped me. So, did you two find anything?”

“The cursed object is located in the public library across town. We’d have to wait until it closes to reach it. Apparently, it’s pretty popular in town. As soon as we get it, we need to get the hell out of this town because people will know it’s missing.”

“Let's do it.”

Dean takes a sip of his coffee and closes his eyes in thought. His hands shake slightly but Jo thinks it’s because he hasn’t eaten all day. The trio waits until it’s after closing time to head to the library. There is a back door that employees use that Sam can break into. Dean parks in the back so that he’s out of the public view just in case anyone were to drive by.

“Stay here. Holler if someone comes,” Dean says.

Jo’s pretty new to hunting so she doesn’t question Dean’s orders. Her father was a hunter, and she grew up with him telling stories about his adventures. She knows how to shoot a gun and take care of herself if a monster were to show up, but she has a lot to learn and a long way to go.

Jo takes out her phone to play a game when she notices someone running through the backroads that go past the library. She waits for the figure to come closer only to realize it’s you. What’s the harm in talking to you while she waits? You’re a stranger, but she felt safe when she was with you.

“Hey, Y/N, what are you doing out this late?” she says and walks closer to you.

“Hey, Jo! I find running at night better when the sun isn’t beating down on me. Less of a chance to get a sunburn,” you laugh. “Hey, how did it go with your man?”

“He’s not my man,” Jo blushes, “but it went well. Do you have any other advice on how to handle men like him? I want to ask him out but I don’t know how.”

“Well, my husband loves being alone rather than going out. He hates big crowds, and I’m assuming your man is like mine. So, if you were to ask him out, it’d have to be just the two of you. If you’re really serious about him, then maybe you can suggest going on a drive with the windows down to get some burgers and beer. I promise you, he won’t be able to resist.”

“What should we talk about? Like how can I get him to open up about himself?”

“You have to make him understand that you’re not going anywhere. By being alone, it will let his guard down. He needs that trust and security, and then he’ll talk about his feelings all the time.”

“How do you know so much about this?”

“My husband is the same exact way. I guess people with similar interests flock together. Plus, I’m a guidance counselor. It’s kind of in my blood to help.”

Jo looks back at the library and sees Sam and Dean make their way to the back door through the first floor windows.

“Hey, I got to go. Thank you for all your help.”

“Good luck,” you smile and take off running again.

All three of them climb into the car and leave the scene before someone sees or notices their precious artifact gone. With it safely in the box, they can rest easy knowing no one else is going to die. They’ll leave in the morning since it’s pretty late.

“Hey, Dean? Did you want to go for a drive? We can stop for burgers and beers. I’m pretty hungry.”

Dean and Sam look at each other and have one of their silent conversations. Dean shrugs and grabs his jacket. He’ll never say no to beers and burgers.

“Sure, why not?”

Your advice really works on Dean because Jo has been getting somewhere with Dean that she couldn’t get before. She never saw you again after leaving that town, but she kept your words close at heart. She wouldn’t allow Dean to push her away because she feels strongly about being with him.

He wasn’t too fond of jumping into another relationship, but the more he hung out with Jo, the more he realized that he really likes her. If she’s going to be in his life, then he can’t keep blowing her off or treating her anything less than what she deserves.

He has to come clean to her.

Dean takes her on a picnic date on the outskirts of town where there is a beautiful cliff overlooking the mountains below. Jo never expected Dean to take her here much less plan a picnic, but she isn’t complaining.

“Listen, Jo, I have something to tell you.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t mean to push you away or disregard how you feel. There’s a reason why I’m so closed off.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Dean takes out something from his pocket and shows her a simple diamond ring in the palm of his hand.

“I had a wife before we met, but she died three years ago. She was a hunter and she joined me on a hunt. Sam was sick and couldn’t go. She died because of a miscalculation on my part. I couldn't seem to move on for the longest fucking time.” He looks at her with tears in his eyes. “Then I met you, and I’m starting to see that even though I loved my wife and still do, I’m allowed to let someone else into my life the way I did with her.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Dean,” she whispers.

Jo leans in slightly and Dean meets her halfway. You watch from the trees behind them with tears in your eyes and a smile on your face. You did it. You did what you said you were going to do the moment you died in your husband’s arms.

You helped him move on, and now, you can too.

Dean pulls away from Jo and starts to get the food out of the picnic basket when he notices something moving in the trees behind them. He sees his wife walking away in a white dress before misting away completely as if you never existed.

He always had a feeling you were watching over him.

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chernayawidow · 1 year

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CHESTERVELLE MOODBOARD

Demon!Jo x Demon!Dean

Are we fighting or flirting?

I’ve got a knife against your neck.

That doesn’t answer my question.

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justagirlinafandomworld · 2 years

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I'm excited to share all the new fics I've read for the month of June, from my own exploration to taking part in the Champion Week challenge hosted by the fabulous @cockslutpadalecki and @maladaptivexxdaydreaming. Thank you, both of you for hosting this fantastic event that introduced me to the talents of new writers. And, of course, I want to say a great big THANK YOU to the writers on this list. You are incredible, thank you for sharing your works on this hellsite. ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character. Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Read what you like and share what you love!

2022 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

Marvel

Better Than Ever by @jobean12-blog Bucky Barnes x Reader You and Bucky run into your ex. Warnings: soft fluff, fun, teasing, Bucky being slightly dramatic and possessive but in a cute way, little spice :)

Peace of Mind by @firefly-in-darkness Bucky Barnes x Female Reader After Bucky’s return, losing him again is your worst nightmare. Warnings: angst.

Prized Possession by @navybrat817 Dark Librarian!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader You’re Bucky’s rare treasure, his most prized possession. Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Dubcon/Noncon elements (please do NOT read if that upsets you), drugging, kidnapping, cockwarming, mention of minor character death, dark elements, possessive behavior, displays of Stockholm Syndrome, librarian!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?)

L.O.V.E by @carrotfantasimp Mob!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Female Reader Bucky wants to offer you more than love. Warnings: underage drinking (reader is 20), a little low self esteem, self image issues, smutty (foreplay, implied oral and smut), tiny amount of angst, shitty father (not the reader’s), mention of a gun.

Almost There... by @firefly-in-darkness Bucky Barnes x Female Reader A drive to remember... Warnings: smut, masturbation, a lil praise kink if you squint

Fire and the Flood by @starks-hero Loki x Female Reader A powerful enemy uses a spell that turns Loki into a brainwashed puppet and a danger to the team. However, you’re willing to do whatever it takes to save him from himself. Warnings: Angst with compensating fluff, canon typical-violence, injury

Steve/Bucky by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes You had a rough day, the soldiers take care of you. Warnings: Smut. Vaginal Fingering. Threesome.

Timid Daredevil by @carrotfantasimp skinny!1940's Steve Rogers x Reader You could barely get words out of your mouth when you were around him, but somehow you managed to ask out Steve Rogers. Warnings: fluff fluff fluuuff and a lil awkwardness

Steve and Bunny by @carrotfantasimp nomad!Steve Rogers x GN!Reader When all hope is lost, Steve looks up. Warnings: idk what this is but it's corny af, use of a pet name, talk of grief, maybe a little angsty?

His Queen by @donutloverxo soft dark king!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Married life with Steve was amazing (although with a few bumps in the way) until you discovered a heartbreaking secret. Warnings: explicit sexual content, painful sex, innocent naive insecure reader, dub con/noncon, soft dark Steve, jealous Steve, ooc villain Sharon, like a little breeding kink, some angst.

Moon Struck & Over the Moon by @softlybarnes Steven Grant x Female Reader, Marc Spector x Female Reader Steven asks you out, Marc falls in love. Warnings: mostly fluff, canon-typical violence, threats of violence, angst mostly from Marc because he's just like that

Supernatural

Run To You by @deanwinchesterswitch Dean Winchester x Kasey Belmont (OFC) Disillusioned by the world around her, Kasey has chosen to live a life of solitude. Accused of a crime he didn’t commit, Dean escapes custody. On the run from the law and out to prove his innocence, he stumbles headlong into Kasey’s life. The fateful encounter sets them on a winding path of desire, heartbreak, and perhaps the most incredible love they’ve ever known. However, time and the law are not on their side. Warnings: Angst, fluff, slow-burn, language, panic attack detailed (near end of story). Each chapter will have its own warnings.

"I don't mean to bother you." - "You're not." by @trexrambling Dean Winchester x Reader A comfort fic. Warnings: none.

ANGST by @leatherednlace Dean Winchester x Reader Prompt - Playlist #3/Skinny love - Bon Iver Warnings: ANGST

Stay by @fluffiest-dreams Dean Winchester x Female Reader After a night spent together, Dean tried to run. Warnings: none.

This Feeling by @fluffiest-dreams Jack Kline x Female Reader Jack has a question. Warnings: none.

Sinful Sunday: This Ain't Dating by @kittenofdoomage Boyking!Sam Winchester x Female Reader Prompt: Boyking!Sam, obsessed (crushed when he was human, is now an obsession) Warnings: dub-con, restraint with ropes, kidnapping (sort of), possessive!Sam, dark!Sam, dirty talk

Leave Unsaid Unspoken by @mrswhozeewhatsis Sam Winchester x Jo Harvelle, Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle They don't talk about it. Warnings: I will put warnings in the tags because they will be spoilers. This is angsty as hell, though.

Outer Banks

The Hills by @cherienymphe Rafe Cameron x Reader Unable to watch JJ look at someone else the way you wish he’d look at you, you start to distance yourself from the Pogues. In an effort to numb the pain, you make a drunken mistake, but nothing is coincidental, and you learn better than anyone that Rafe Cameron always gets what he wants. Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, violence, physical/verbal abuse, public sex, toxic relationship, underage drinking, drug use, non canon ages, one-sided JJ x reader, pogue!reader

Top Gun: Maverick

Under the Radar by @princessmisery666 Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Lieutenant Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, fem!reader (You. Call sign: Huntress), a few needed OC’s. Being a navy pilot you expected to have your world turned upside down from time to time. Taking to the skies was the easy part, the lessons you learn on solid ground are the hardest. Warnings: angst, fluff, soft Jake, jealousy, asshole Jake, break-ups, cheating (reader is the other woman but doesn’t know until after), preludes to smut, heartbreak, Rooster is a bit of an ass in parts, fluffy Rooster. Parts 3 & 4 include spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick.

Other Characters

A Canary to Bring My Message Home by @ghotifishreads 1910s Coal Miner!Curtis Everett x Farmer’s Daughter!Reader Curtis is the shift leader at the coal mine and helps on your family’s farm. A collapse at the mine reveals a new direction for both your intentions. Warnings: Breeding kink. (Seriously. It’s breeding kink all the way down, folks.) Vaginal fingering. P in v sex. Unprotected sex. Minor lactation kink alluded to in passing. Mention of parental death. Mention of mining accident and death, no details. Inaccuracies about coal mining and farming and history.

"I need it." - "Then you can ask nicely." by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader You done pissed him off. Warnings: smut.

Promise Made, Promises Kept by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Soldier Boy knows she's coming for him one day. Warnings: The Boys level violence, descriptions of torture, brief mentions of drug use and sex, nothing explicit.

Happy Reading!

#just a girl reading fics in june 2022 #fic recs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki x reader #steven grant x reader #marc grant reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #rafe cameron x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #jack kline x reader #curtis everett x reader #hangman x reader #sam winchester x jo harvelle #dean winchester x jo harvelle

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blondie20000 · 4 months

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New Chestervelle fic on the way.

#chestervelle #fanfiction #one shot #fanfic #smut #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x jo harvelle #jo harvelle #dean winchester

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minefield-of-a-ninja · 1 year

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header by @tumbler-tidbits

Summary: Dean’s sweet, but Jo likes him nasty

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, canon divergent, rough sex, dirty talk, brief name-calling, exhibitionism, role play, squirting

Words: 3K (incomplete)

#dean winchester smut #jo harvelle smut #dean winchester x jo harvelle

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realityparty · 1 year

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fell on black days | no exit

part ii. no exit summary - Dean and Jo get used to being around each other again. The End AU pairing: dean x jo

warnings: typical canon violence, kissing

[prt i.] [prt. iii] [masterlist]

Dean didn't know what to expect. He didn't know how to necessarily feel. As the world slowly decayed, he learned to let go of the desires he had in life. Those small pleasures he afforded, while he fought the supernatural underbelly, had turned into ash. He learned to really compartmentalize. There was no use in getting distracted by the past and, more importantly, the people of his past.

It was hard enough trying not to think of Sam and his parents. He missed Bobby, but he knew he couldn't venture further. He couldn't get lost in what he believed to be the obituaries of the friends he had made along the way. Dean couldn't think of them as being alive. He didn't want to think about how anyone he cared about was stuck in this world. When it all came down to it, all of this was his fault.

It was his fault that Jo was out there alone. He let the world go bad and it took her mother. His choices had led her to be in that church and attacked by vampires. Dean had played a role in her first hunt. If he dug further back, his family was the reason her dad died on a hunt. The Winchesters played a very big part in the life of Jo Harvelle.

It didn't help that his thoughts for Jo weren't entirely brotherly, as much as he tried to convince himself. He saw what happened to the women that became involved with the Winchester men. He didn't want to subject Jo to the same fate as his mom and Jessica.

It was clear the girl he was looking at with the seeping neck wound and the stained collar was not the one that moved so effortlessly around the Roadhouse.

This wasn't Jo that wore the pale pink shirts and styled her hair in curls to attract tips from patrons. As much as she hated to be reminded, she was no longer the naive Jo that yearned to be a hunter and follow in her father's footsteps.

As much as Dean had admired Jo and her drive, he sometimes resented it for her. He remembered hunting the ghost of Holmes and being haunted by the thought a girl like Jo could have a different life. It was clear that was what Ellen wanted. She had a parent that wanted more for her. A mother that wasn't pushing a need for revenge.

He knew his mind was clouded from his dad's death back then. A huge part of that played in how he acted back then had created that wedge between him and Jo. Because despite her naivety, she was a good hunter despite Ellen's insistence she wasn't.

Dean knew that had he met Jo even a couple of months earlier, he would have most definitely tried to get into her pants. But after his dad's death, Dean stopped imagining a life outside of hunting. Those fleeting dreams he had of Lisa when he found out she had Ben, the possibility of him leaving a legacy, were just a fantasy.

He knew he had been in the life for too long to simply just walk away. Between seeing Bobby and Ellen, unlike his Dad's life on the road, he knew it was possible to have a base. As much as he loved Baby, even she needed rest for a while. But even the thought of having four walls as a home seemed impossible. He became resigned to hotel rooms being his stowaway home.

It was after Hell, when he didn't know know what was going on with Sam and the pressure of the angels when he truly did entertain what life could be. He had resigned to the fact hunting would always be in his Life. Dean turned to dreams to escape his realities. So he dreamed of owning a house near Bobby, of course. He could work in the junkyard and help expand the car side of Bobby's business. Dean thought he would like to work in restoration.

As business boomed, it would only make sense for Jo to be their secretary. She would do a good job of manning the phones for the legitimate business and the hunting one. He could imagine her sitting in the office with her feet up chewing someone out. As much as she would be terse and blunt it wouldn't affect business. Heck, Dean would believe it would drive up business. He would flirtily suggest that they should use her for a billboard advertisement.

He didn't know if Jo could cook, but he could imagine her cutting a piece of pie for him on his birthday with a candle burning brightly in the middle.

It was the quieter moments that provided an intimacy he could only imagine, or chased in fleeting moments with strangers, in motel rooms that had him wading in dangerous territory.

Territory that would only get her hurt in the end. He told himself it was out of respect for Ellen he had buried those feelings deep for Jo and the possibility. Besides, there was a curse attached to the Winchesters.

But in the end, it seemed none of his well wishes mattered. His choices had led her to be in that church and nearly a vampire chew toy.

Her teeth were stained with blood as she hissed. The vampire had got her good.

"It's good to see you, Dean." The tension in his body faded a bit. He hadn't heard her voice in so long and the memories didn't do her justice.

"You too, Jo." His voice was rough, but his throat was thick as he worked to stop the tears that were threatening to spill over.

He held her bloody hand the whole ride home.

Dean didn't know what to expect with Jo back in his life and vicinity.

He knew they wouldn't go back to their old camaraderie despite wanting to. He wouldn't admit that despite Cas' gentle prodding. At times, Dean wished Cas could still read minds and be blunt. He didn't care for the hippie Cas that was mindful of feelings. He knew Jo had questions. He could tell by the occasional glances they would share. If she was asking questions they were not being answered through him.

It seemed Jo was doing everything in her power not to be in close quarters with him anyways. At first, he thought she was keeping her distance to prove herself. He recalled what Ellen has said about Jo not being made for the life when they crossed paths back in River Pass, Colorado. He wondered if those small comments Jo knew Ellen made were fueling Jo to always volunteer for patrol, weapons training, and runs. Since she was cleared by Med Bay for duty, it seemed Jo didn't know how to sit still. So when they did happen to cross paths all those talks were superficial about logistics and security. They were all impersonal.

In ways, she did know him better than Cas so just the head nods and brief talks on who was taking shifts on watch were a blessing.

But even if he didn't want to think about Jo, it was damn near impossible with how much everyone gushed about her.

He heard a million times a day about how she was amazing and sweet. Easy to talk to too. The younger girls in camp loved her while the boys leered. The apocalypse did not change how she filled out her jeans. Dean shook his head. The last thing he needed was to be having those thoughts in the middle of the day distracting him.

He squinted as he looked at the camp. The camp was rapidly expanding and soon new cabins would be needed. They needed to expand their crops. Invest in more greenhouses. With the winter, they needed to get material to combat the cold. The last thing they needed was a sickness to run through their camp.

He moved along the parameter making sure everything was reinforced. All the sigils were still in tack when he came across Krissy Chambers. He never met her father, Lee. He didn't think he ever heard of a Chambers family. From the rundown he got, it did seem they were friends with Bobby. It wasn't surprising he and Sam weren't the only kids to darken Bobby's footsteps.

Just based on the backstory, it made sense that Jo and she would have some sort of hybrid mother-and-sister relationship. It was clear that Krissy admired Jo. Just from the way the teenage girl dressed and moved, he could see Jo's mannerisms in her. He knew that had to be some sort of ego boost for Jo, but he also knew the crushing weight of having someone wanting to emulate them.

"Hey, Dean," Krissy greeted.

Unlike Jo, Krissy had no problem talking to him. It took him a while to get used to her deadpan tone and to decipher when she was fucking with him and being serious. But no matter what, she was a pain in his ass with her constant challenging of him. He didn't know if he was speaking with Krissy or Jo half the time.

"Krissy," he replied gruffly.

"I need you to talk to Jo. She is acting like an overprotective mother."

Dean snorted. Oh, how have the tables turned he thought. "Why would anything I have to say matter?"

He had no weight in how Jo decided to raise Krissy. Krissy was her ward. He knew Jo was feeling the responsibility of keeping another person alive. He wasn't going to interfere with that. It wasn't his place or business.

Krissy didn't reply, but she leveled him with a look. A look he would see in Jo's eyes that she clearly inherited from Ellen. It was a look that made him squirm in his pants even as a grown-ass adult.

Dean huffed. "Fucking fine, but I'm not making any promises."

A smile came across the girl's features. The smile showcased that she was a teenager. It softened her as she trailed off to the two other new teens that arrived at camp before Jo and Krissy did. Aiden and Josephine were orphans they found living in a storage unit. They were like Krissy eager to learn and overzealous with proving their worth.

He didn't seek Jo out immediately. One, he knew she was busy working in the Med Bay. He noticed Jo was always working in different areas. She didn't have a specialty per see. She had no problem learning different skill sets to make the camp run. So the first night he didn't bother in seeking her out to have a conversation she would probably chew him out for.

On the second day he was scheduled for a run and by the time they came back two days later, he slept for 12 hours after that.

He decided before Krissy was banging on his door that he should hold up the end of his deal. He ignored Cas and Chuck's cheeky gazes as he inquired where Jo was. He noticed that Jo had become very close with these two, especially Chuck.

He wondered what the prophet was telling her, but he decided he didn't want to know. He never really inquired why Chuck didn't publish books with Ellen and Jo, or if he even wrote about them.

He made the journey to Jo's cabin which was more secluded than the rest. She had a semblance of privacy. Unlike his cabin, he was more in the center. If something were to happen he needed to be on the scene quickly.

As he made the trek through some overgrown grass, he thought maybe they should try to do some landscaping. He didn't care for the appearance of things, but with the increasing flow of kids, he knew they deserved to have some semblance of normalcy. For all intent and purposes, this was their home. No matter what he felt about it, it was about everyone else. The kids needed a home.

He wasn't going to this meeting empty-handed though. He managed to find some M&Ms and grabbed two bottles of beer. He wasn't above bribing to soften her up.

He knocked on the red door of her cabin, which was opened almost immediately. If she was shocked to see him, she didn't show it. Her blonde hair was in a messy bun. She had a grey long-sleeve shirt on with a pair of black tight-fitting jeans. She looked relaxed and comfortable. She didn't say anything as she opened the door wider to let him in.

Her cabin was vastly different from his. His cabin was used just for rest and to store weapons. He didn't have much. He prioritized just keeping the necessities.

So it was slightly surprising to see Jo's cabin. They had a loveseat with an afghan draped over it. There were books on the coffin table. He noticed a small bookshelf that had even more books and board games. He even spotted candles lining surfaces. Not just the plain unscented white, red, and black ones, but those fancy candles he would see in department stores. It smelled like cinnamon and honey.

It was homey. It was her home. It made him think of what she said when she first arrived about her traveling from place to place since the start of this. It made him wonder if she finally felt safe.

"What's up?" She asked as she spotted the M&Ms and beer.

"Housewarming gift."

Jo raised an eyebrow. "You are going to have to do better than that."

Dean passed over a beer. "Just wanted to make sure you are okay."

Jo opened her beer bottle with practice ease against her countertop. "I mean all things considered I can't complain. Are you okay?"

"Right as rain," Dean replied as he popped open his bottle of beer and took a swing.

Jo eyed him but didn't say anything. She took a sip of the warm beer and sat on her couch.

Dean tried his best to not think about the last time he shared a beer with Jo. Instead of pushing Sam away, he would've asked him to stay. Maybe even suggested, instead of just hunting between the two of them, to tag along with Ellen and Jo. Go back and help Bobby get settled in more after losing his ability to walk.

Instead, he had let Sam leave. He sulked in his motel room and licked his wounds. He had already been prepared for Jo to knock on his door. He thought he got lucky that it was her rather than Ellen. The smack he received from the Harvelle matriarch had been enough for him. He thought maybe Jo would ask where Sam was, but knowing his brother, he probably downloaded the two Harvelle women about what was going on.

It immediately had him irritated as he looked at the blonde. He remembered grabbing the offered beer from her, but his mood was already set. He was still reeling from hell and knowing he broke the first seal had him spiraling even more. Now Sam was dealing with a demon blood addiction and his dad's words were echoing in his head about how if he couldn't save his brother he would have to kill him.

So the last thing he wanted was Jo worrying about him. He didn't need her getting sucked into the Winchester family drama. So it left him more irritable especially as she smiled as she opened both of their beers and made herself comfortable on the empty bed. Because everything he touched got ruined and he didn't need Jo on the list of things he would bring ruin to.

He didn't know exactly what he said, but it was enough for Jo to look at him with angry brown eyes. She didn't slam the door on the way out, but unlike Ellen, who wished him goodbye, her daughter was nowhere to be seen the following morning as they parted ways.

"You're not ones for personal visits, Dean."

He took a swing of his beer to hide his wince. "Krissy asked me to stop by."

Jo only nodded her head. She didn't seem surprised or mad. She took a long sip of her beer. "In a weird twist of fate, I think I understand where my mom was coming from with wanting to hunt."

"You think she isn't ready?"

"Depends on what it is. She's good. She needs to learn. But with everything going on, one mistake wouldn't get her killed, but someone else."

"She wouldn't be on any serious runs. She's been doing real good on perimeter watch."

Jo smirked. "Dean, she acts like me. I'm sure I was embarrassingly cringy know it all on that first hunt."

A ghost of a smile came over Dean's lip. Sure, at the time, he had been pissed Jo had conned her way into the hunt. There were mistakes not from the tactical aspect. Clearly, she knew how to handle a weapon and was very pragmatic. She knew how to make a case file as well. He thought she could have done that for a living. He wouldn't have minded getting cases from her with how many details she put into it and catching patterns.

As with most first-time hunters, it was that tinge of cockiness. Jo had that in spades because of what she thought the job was. That urge to follow in her father's footsteps sometimes blinded them to the reality that not everyone should follow in their parent's footsteps.

"You handled yourself well. Impressed me."

Jo snorted. "I'm sure I did."

Dean played with the bottle cap. "You know I would look out for her, Jo."

"I know," Jo agreed. "But I don't want that on your shoulders."

Dean didn't know what to say about that. Maybe this was why he was avoiding Jo. She never bullshitted him. Even Cas went along with his plans and avoidance of things, but Jo wouldn't. If she had been here from the start then maybe he wouldn't be the way he was now.

He didn't have a response for her. The beer for once made his stomach feel heavy. He could feel it sloshing around. He left her cabin.

She didn't stop him.

Jo thought the camp was set up nicely. She didn't have much to compare it to as every camp she had come across got wiped out despite having walls. So the fact Dean has been able to keep a group of survivors alive and well with minimal attacks was a miracle.

On top of that, everyone seemed to be happy. There were kids laughing and playing. She would see groups of elderly knitting and gardening. There was a small school set up for education in Math, English, and even hunting.

This was a camp that would be written in the History books when hopefully this would end. Although there was the fear that maybe this wouldn't end. This was the new normal for the world. She didn't know what was worse knowing how things were before or growing up thinking things were normal.

But she was proud of Dean even if she knew that he didn't really have the option of not putting all of this on his shoulders.

This exterior Dean had built was not of the Dean she last encountered. In fact, Jo felt the only time she ever really got a glimpse of the real Dean was their first couple encounters when he admitted he was too far in his grief to flirt with her and they both admitted it was the wrong time and wrong place. But after that, in other encounters with Dean, she could see the performances he gave everyone.

And with time away, her crush for Dean had dulled. She grew up and became embarrassed by how forward she was. After all, the words that the demon possessing Sam taunted to her rang in her ears of her being a little schoolgirl that Dean only saw as a sister. The fact that Dean never called her after that incident was proof enough that she needed to grow up.

And she did. Despite what others had to say, she proved herself more than capable.

She paused in her walk around the perimeter to pull up the collar of her jacket to fight the chill. She needed to invest in a hat as her ears were getting cold.

The night was turning an inky black. Sometimes it was eerie with how dark the night could be not that there were no streetlights illuminating corners. She squinted as her eyes spotted an outline of a shape in the dying foliage surrounding the camp. She made the detour to what she deduced was an outline of a car.

More accurately the ruins of a car.

Her hand reached out and touched the frame of what she recognized as Baby. She had assumed Dean had put the car somewhere in storage. Most likely in the graveyard of metal at Bobby's place. She never expected to see the car gutted and empty.

The metal was cold and rusted. A dilapidated shadow of its former glory. Jo stuffed her hands into her pockets and resumed her walk around the perimeter.

And as much as things have changed, it seemed something hadn't as Jo watched two girls fight over some men including Dean.

Jo had already got sized up by Risa regarding Dean. She wasn't sure where that came from as Jo didn't deny that she knew Dean before through hunting, but that was all she gave away regarding any type of relationship with Dean. Nothing for Risa to feel threatened over. She had ignored Chuck's knowing eyes after that interaction. It was weird to know that he knew her before she even met him. He had written about her and Dean's first meeting and knew about most if not all of their interactions.

Although apparently what he wrote wasn't deemed good or important enough to be published.

The drama was a nice distraction. It provided a sense of normalcy from the world before.

And it was not always doom and gloom.

It was a particularly sunny day despite it leaking furthermore into winter. Jo wasn't listed for anything. She had a day off so to speak. She had found a small clearing with a picnic bench to relax on. She placed a blanket on the tabletop and relaxed.

She sighed feeling the warmth the sun was providing. She was going to miss the summer and being able to sunbathe in a bikini.

She couldn't have been laying out for more than 10 minutes when she heard the sound of boots walking towards her. She knew the person was being loud on purpose.

She knew it was Dean.

Things were different between them. She could admit with her arrival at camp she was avoiding him. She didn't really understand the reasons why. Just everything was so different and the history between them was so loaded. It was clear the Dean she knew wasn't the Dean that people knew. This Dean was colder. This Dean was a soldier.

It was easier to assimilate into the camp without being in Dean's shadow because she knew how Dean could be.

She knew he was avoiding her too so it seemed to be a mutual feeling. That was until Krissy. Jo knew she was being slightly overprotective when it came to Krissy. She knew what Krissy was capable of. Yet, as much as the girl insisted she was ready, Jo knew that Krissy was not ready for the long runs when it came to clearing out big department stores. There was more risk in coming across herds of many creatures. She didn't feel Krissy was there yet. The girl felt she had too much to prove and it could lead to mistakes. Jo knew that from experience.

She wasn't surprised Krissy had turned to Dean. Yet, somehow that had been the bridge to thaw whatever they thought was needed in not speaking to one another.

"Better be careful," Dean warned. "We don't have a stockpile of sunscreen."

Jo snorted.

The bench creaked beneath Dean's weight. She assumed he was keeping watch over her. She was sure that wasn't going to help with Risa's attitude. But Jo allowed herself to relax completely.

She liked how Dean was okay with the silence.

It was an impromptu run. As they found more people and the camp became more optimistic about the lack of accidents, they were longing for the old days. The celebrations of holidays and all the decorations that came with it. The camp needed arts and crafts essentially. Something that Dean didn't consider too much of a priority.

However, he was itching to get out of the camp. Besides, he never knew when they could come across a gold mine of goods.

With the rush of the run, it meant that he and Jo would be on the same run team. This one could only be for the most skilled people. They were going to be in and out. A quick run with no room for mistakes.

He wasn't surprised that it was all business with Jo. There was a nervous energy when they first got in his truck. Yet, Jo had slid in an REO Speedwagon CD, and the smile she had thrown him had unthawed that last piece of barrier between them.

He listened while Jo sang along with Kevin Cronin. He may have joined in on a song or two. During the run itself, he got to witness firsthand how much Jo has grown. He was telling the truth that she wasn't a bad hunter. It was clear she had the skills to be a hunter. She moved effortlessly through the store. She was able to quickly find what they needed.

He didn't have to direct or worry. He didn't have that same feeling he had on that first hunt with her in wanting to keep a strict eye on her. For some reason, he didn't know if he felt relieved or disappointed. What he did know for sure was that Ellen would be proud. He knew Ellen didn't support Jo wanting to hunt, but she was a natural. He couldn't imagine how Jo felt not having that true support for what she wanted.

But Jo was good out in the field. Better than anyone probably gave her credit for. It made him wonder if he had called Jo after Sam got possessed by Meg if things would have gone differently. He knew deep down probably not considering what the angels - God - had in store for his family. Yet, maybe the world wouldn't be in the state it was because of his circle not just being his brother. Maybe he could've shouldered the weight of the world better if he had the warmth of Jo at his side.

Dean laughed as Jo bounced over to his truck with a canvas bag under her arm. They had looted a Wal-Mart. She was proudly displaying a CD that had the Greatest Hits of Journey.

Dean didn't bother knocking as he pushed the door open to Jo's cabin. Since that run, Jo had seemed to become his number two. Even with Cas being his most trusted confidant, Dean never formally delegated he had a second in command. He didn't see the need to or maybe no one really fit the role in how he needed them to until Jo came back into his life.

That meant he needed unlimited access to his second in command. It meant more time for them together with their heads pressed together on how to really fortify the camp. How to expand and live again. Maybe Jo was thawing him a bit.

So he didn't see the point in knocking on Jo's door. They were going to have a quick meeting and she should have been there. What he didn't expect was to find Krissy and Aiden on the couch making out and hands underneath clothing.

Krissy didn't look apologetic, which almost made him snort. Aiden, on the other hand, looked as if he was going to shit a brick. It was nice knowing Dean could have some people cowering in his presence.

"Where's Jo?" He asked gruffly.

"Chuck grabbed her regarding a leaky cabin," Krissy informed him succinctly.

Dean nodded his head. He eyed the two teenagers and calculated his next move. Dean had a fondness for Krissy. She was eager to learn and be a part of the team. She had Jo's determination. He was slightly shocked that she would be making out with Aiden as she gave off an air of disinterest when it came to things outside of hunting and runs.

"How long has this been going on?" He asked looking back and forth between the two.

Krissy huffed. "Are we really doing this?"

Dean ignored Krissy's words as he turned and stared at Aiden. The kid looked back and forth from him to Krissy. "Do you want to deal with me or Jo?" Dean probed.

Aiden scratched the back of his head. "A month or so."

"Hmmm and Jo knows?"

Aiden's cheeks turn pink and he looked at Krissy for answers. Dean gathered Jo didn't know about the romantic aspect of this relationship.

"You guys having sex?"

"Dean!" Krissy yelled, her cheeks now an apple red.

"Hey, the last thing we need is an unplanned pregnancy. I can't tell you guys what to do, but you need to be safe." Dean informed them. He wasn't their parent and he was not going to try to be. He knew at the end of the day, they were going to do what they wanted in regard to this. The very least was they could be safe about it.

Krissy pursed her lips in a tight line. Aiden's leg was bouncing.

Neither seemed to want to answer. Before Dean could threaten sentry duty and maybe put them on shifts at the daycare, Jo walked through the door.

He watched as she assessed the room. "What's going on?" Her voice was cool, calm, and collected.

He looked at the two teens to give them a chance to speak, but neither seemed interested in volunteering.

Dean sighed. "Caught these two making out on the couch."

Jo raised an eyebrow. She threw a look that asked was that all. Dean wiggled his fingers indicating that their hands were definitely exploring.

Jo sighed. "Are you two having sex, Aiden?"

Dean watched as Aiden shook his head and Krissy's face turned sour.

"Aiden, I think it's best you go home," Jo said gently. "No more visits unsupervised for now."

Aiden didn't need to be told twice as he scrambled off the couch and out of the cabin. Dean was sort of confused that Krissy would be attracted to a guy like Aiden. But maybe Aiden was the soft edge she was missing in her life.

Jo kissed her teeth as she watched the boy scramble out of the cabin. "Do you have anything to say, Krissy?"

Krissy sighed deeply. "It was just kissing."

"I'm sure it was," Jo agreed. "But I don't appreciate you sneaking him into the cabin for the past two weeks."

Dean watched as Krissy turned crimson all the way down to her neck.

"We also know about the parties you teens throw in the woods," Jo added.

"That -...nothing happens there," Krissy said lamely.

"Yeah, I'm sure considering the bathroom brew Ollie makes really doesn't dull the senses." Jo countered back. Damn, Dean thought, Jo really was Ellen's daughter.

"So what's my punishment?"

"I don't know yet," Jo looked at him. "We'll have to figure something out. But for now, you can go in your room and work on the sigil assignment from class."

Dean hid his surprise at being included in this. Krissy didn't object as marched into her room.

Jo eyed the couch and scrunched her nose. "Do I even want to sit on that couch?"

Dean chuckled as he stood behind the couch. "They didn't get that far." Jo fixed the afghan on the couch and began tidying up the place. It seemed all very domestic. "You know you handled that well."

Jo paused what she was doing and looked up at him with a look of disbelief. "They weren't being as slick as they thought. Besides, I've done worst."

Dean had no doubt that Jo had done worse. He imagined how that went under Ellen's nose. "So you going to put her on sentry duty?"

"Nah, I was thinking about maybe two weeks at the daycare," Jo smirked. She stood next to him and leaned against the couch. "I mean as long as they are being careful, I'm not going too crazy about it. Considering how everything is…it's nice to know teenage hormones are still rampant in the apocalypse."

"I don't think hedonism is ever going out of style."

Jo nudged him with her elbow. "And you would know all about that, right?"

Dean snorted. Yes, the apocalypse didn't stop him from having a cold bed. He didn't think he would ever abandon his vices of alcohol and sex. At least with sex, it wasn't a selfish act with him. At least someone else was benefiting too.

He wrapped his around her shoulders bringing her to his side. "Well, at least I have you to keep me on the straight and narrow." Jo shook her head. "No one here is tempting you down the path of hedonism."

Jo rolled her eyes and he wouldn't be surprised if she saw her brain. "Be serious, Dean."

"I am. What?"

Jo shook her head. "Nothing."

Dean decided not to press her or the fact that she hadn't removed herself from his hold. He didn't want to ponder too much how she felt nice in his hold. He cleared his throat. It was time to get back to business. "So Krissy said you were dealing with a leaky cabin."

Even if they didn't keep track of the dates, Dean's body was just conditioned to know certain dates. He knew today was just November 2nd.

He knew he was in a foul mood. He had snapped at people for no reason. He was stomping around camp and people were giving him a wide berth. Worse, he could see people were hurt he had turned back into their cold, heartless leader.

But he didn't think time would ever dull the ache this day created in him.

Instead of souring the atmosphere, he marched back into his cabin. He grabbed his cache of weapons from his guns to knives. He decided to sharpen the knives and clean the guns not like he didn't do that at least every other day to kill time.

The sun was setting when he heard familiar footsteps coming up his stairs. The person didn't bother knocking as they let themselves in.

Jo walked in bringing in the cool air. She had a plate of food for him that she set in front of him. She pointedly ignored his huff of annoyance as she placed it in front of the gun parts he had laid out.

Jo took the seat opposite him. She didn't bother helping him clean his weapons. She only put her feet up on the table and leaned back in her chair. He was sure she got comments about his mood. The blonde probably got a full rundown of every misdemeanor he did today.

"I know I am an asshole, Jo."

Jo didn't disagree with his statement.

Dean clenched his jaw as he placed his gun down and looked at the dinner before him. The meals were simple. It was rice with some jerky. He took a couple of bites of the rice before he returned his focus back to Jo. She was cleaning her nails with her knife.

"Is it Sam and your Mom?"

Dean gave a broken sigh. He didn't even know at this point with his family. Everything was so complicated when it came to them. He didn't want to be a 34-year-old man crying about how he missed his mom. But he did. He didn't know what was worst the fact he still had some memories of what life was like before she died or the fact he got to meet his mother and learned she wanted out of this Life. She didn't want this for her family. Then her death propelled his dad on a path his mother fought hard to leave.

At this point, he couldn't really hold his anger at his dad for that. He could be angry about how his dad treated him and Sam. His dad took monopoly on the grief over their mom. His father acted like he was the only that lost her.

And some days he didn't know if he was jealous that Sam didn't have memories of his mom. He couldn't miss something he never had. Sure, Dean could talk about her and repeat that she loved him. But Sam only had an idea of who she was. He wasn't denying that Sam missed their mom. He knew Sam did in a way Dean wouldn't be able to understand.

"My whole family," he finally answered. Maybe that was the anger and guilt that came because he blamed his family. He tried to be the good son, the protector of Sam, and the perfect soldier for none of it to matter in the end. "You ever feel mad at your dad about being in the Life."

"Of course," Jo admitted. "Anger is a part of grieving. I still get angry. At both him and my mom."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm mad at my dad for just hunting. Mad at my mom for still operating a hunter bar, but then trying to stop me from hunting."

"But you wouldn't know the truth."

Jo clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Yeah, Catch 22, right?"

Dean hummed in agreement. "I think…I'm just mad at Sam," Dean admitted. He had been mad at his brother since he figured out he had gone to Ruby and allowed her to manipulate him to drink demon blood. He knew that Ruby took advantage of his brother. And at this point, the world was working against Sam to make the right choice. Dean knew that. He knew that Sam had been pushed to a decision that had already been set for him.

Yet, he didn't know why Sam would say yes. He didn't know why his brother would allow the devil to jump into him after everything.

"River Pass was the last time you saw him?"

Dean nodded his head. Now he felt shame and guilt because he didn't follow his dad's orders. For once, Dean wanted to be selfish with his pain. He couldn't sweep the pain of Sam's action under the rug.

"It's okay to be angry, Dean. Angry and sad. The two are like mutually exclusive."

"I'm sorry. I didn't tell you about it," he told her. He knew Cas had been the one. No one really knew about Sam. Most knew he had a brother, but most of the camp survivors didn't know the full context of how the Winchesters played a role in this new world.

Jo gave him a small smile. "Just don't be afraid to talk to me, Dean."

"I'm sorry about your mom."

Since Jo came to camp, she hadn't mentioned anything about her mom. He only got that she was gone. She never divulged the details and he wasn't going to press.

Jo went quiet as her fingertips tapped the tabletop. "I'm sorry about Bobby."

Jo moved up from her chair to give him back his privacy.

"Stay." He said before his brain realized what he had done.

"You sure?"

Dean nodded his head as he finished his dinner.

Jo stayed the rest of the night.

Dean didn't really have off days. There was something that always needed to be done. Having idle hands shouldn't be a concept. However, somehow, Cas had somehow managed to give him a couple of free hours at least once a week, on what they concluded was Sunday. He decided to ignore Cas' reasoning behind that.

He preferred not being in Cas's sex cabin so the fallen angel would come over to his cabin. They usually just played cards. The currency was candy, toilet paper, and beer. However, Dean had been weary of placing beer as a wager considering Cas' not-so-hidden pill addiction. Still, Dean did happen to enjoy those couple hours of playing cards especially as Cas did get gradually better. His poker face still sucked ass though.

"You've been spending a lot of time with Joanna Harvelle," Cas stated bluntly. They had switched to playing Go Fish of all things.

Dean picked up a card. He wasn't going to answer a question Cas already knew the answer to.

"Risa's been pissy lately too," Cas added.

Dean rolled his eyes. It wasn't even as if they were exclusive. Dean didn't want to be an asshole about things, but he never made Risa any promises. Besides, it wasn't as if he slept with every newcomer that came into the camp. He wasn't that much of a leech. "Are we gossiping now?"

Cas didn't respond as he picked up a card.

Dean scowled as a thought popped into his head. "And don't try to recruit Jo for your orgies."

Cas' lips twitched. "I'm all about consent, Dean."

Dean raised an eyebrow. He didn't want to think too deep how angels thrived off consent despite it leaning on the dubious side, but demons didn't.

"You know Dean, sometimes good things do happen."

Cas had told him those words before and Dean tried to cling to that.

But look where it got him.

Christmas came quickly and they were rewarded with a White Christmas. The kids were out laughing and having snowball fights. They were able to pick up various toys and gifts for parents to pick through for small gift exchanges. The adults were keeping watch and making sure that they kept up traditions with the decorated trees, Yule log, and Egg Nog.

Dean thought about the last time he celebrated Christmas with Sam. He knew Sam did it more for his benefit than anything. And when he came back from Hell, they didn't do anything.

Dean did partake in some of the festivities. He knew that there was a party happening for the teens and young adults. Jo had been the force behind that one as it was happening in the bar they had set up. It was basically another version of the Roadhouse. At first, he didn't see the benefit to have a bar built. Yet, it helped with morale and was a hot spot for people to wind down at.

Dean was trudging along the perimeter as he didn't have much to do. His Christmas gift was to actually have a day off as if that could ever happen. So he was making sure everyone on watch was doing their job. He was going to probably head to his cabin and drink the bottle of Jim Bean Cas had gotten him.

"I thought we told you no work today?"

Dean turned to find Jo in a new pink knitted beanie with a matching scarf courtesy of Krissy, who had also knitted him a black hat and scarf.

"Just enjoying a nice walk."

"Sure," Jo said not believing him.

"Shouldn't you be at the party?"

"Not my age group, Dean," she replied. "Besides, I need to give you your gift."

Dean frowned. "I thought we agreed to no gifts."

"And what made you think that I would listen?"

"You're a pain in my ass, Jo," he grumbled as he followed her to her cabin.

Dean tapped his snow-covered boots and quickly unlaced them. He placed them on the rug next to Jo's. She had disappeared into her room for his gift. He wandered into her kitchen hoping she had some beer. He was surprised to find a six-pack.

"Merry Christmas."

Dean turned to find Jo holding out a wrapped square present. He raised an eyebrow as he accepted the lite gift. He knew from weight and shape alone that it was a vinyl record.

Dean tore off the piece of wrapping paper and he immediately recognized the crumpling wall of the album art.

A six-pack. Zeppelin IV.

Dean smirked. All that was missing was the pizza.

"Is it still the wrong time, wrong place?" Jo asked.

Dean licked his lips as he placed the album on her countertop. He was quick as he swept Jo in his arms. He pressed a bruising kiss onto her lips, which she eagerly returned.

He repeated Cas words to himself on a loop.

Good things do happen, Dean.

#dean winchester #jo harvelle #dean winchester fanfiction #jo harvelle fanfiction #dean x jo #chesterville #dean winchester x jo harvelle #spn #spn fanfic #supernatural #untilmynextstory

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imdonnalynn · 10 months

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SHIP SERIES

Dean Winchester / Joanna "Jo" Beth Harvelle Supernatural (series 2005 - 2020)

So many hated these two as a possible couple, hence the reason it didn't happen, it was a disaster. Jo was first introduced in season 2 of Supernatural as a love interest of Dean's, but she came off too much like a little sister from Dean's perspective and she just had an insane crush. So she was written off the show for several seasons then brought back only to be killed off, rather uselessly after it was all retconned but the horrible post season 5 era of Supernatural. Regardless I always loved the potential these two had.

Side note, the previous writer's strike happened back when Supernatural was still in season 3. Tons of shows from that strike did not survive, did not come back so, don't fret too much with this current writer's strike.

#supernatural #dean winchester #jo harvelle #dean x jo #winchester x harvelle #dean winchester x jo harvelle #jensen ackles #alona tal #supernatural season 1-5 #supernatural season 6-15 #kripke era #supernatural fanfiction #dean x jo fanfiction #imdonnalynn #imdonnalynn ship series

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rakshaspeaks · 1 year

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Also I cannot keep calling them deanjo I’m sorry but it does not flow, they are JoDean Winvelle to me 😔

#supernatural #dean winchester #jo harvelle #jodean winvelle #my loves #deanjo #Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle #jodean

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hightidelowmood · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jo Harvelle/Dean Winchester, Jo Harvelle & Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Jo Harvelle Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fingerfucking Summary:

Dean's on a hunt and there is definitely someone tailing him.

#oops i will straight up die on this jo harvelle and dean winchester ship #jo harvelle #justice or jo harvelle #why wasn't this end game?!?!??!#what i have done instead of actually uni work #ok bye thats all #supernatural #supernatural fan fic #dean winchester x jo harvelle #dean x jo

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winchestergifs · 6 months

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STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 115/327

5.10 Abandon All Hope Written by Ben Edlund Directed by Phil Sgriccia Original Air Date: November 19, 2009

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zepskies · 6 months

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Smoke Eater - Part 11

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

🔥 Series Masterlist

Word Count: 5,400 Tags/Warnings: Major angst warning. But also major hurt/comfort.

Part 11: “Heart of the Home”

You sat very still.

Your hands were gripped together in your lap when the doctor entered. He was tall and lean and blonde, and he would’ve reminded you of your boss, except this man had a kinder face.

You were sitting on the edge of your grandfather’s bed, hoping the doctor would say the bloodwork and scans came back fine. That they wouldn’t need to admit George into the hospital for further testing. That he could go home in the morning.

But your life had never been quite that easy.

“Okay, George. I’m sorry, but we need to admit you,” said the doctor.

He explained that while the malignant tumor of his cancer had been removed last year, the scans that had been done last month hadn’t been able to detect the bright spots now formed on George’s lungs and lymph nodes.

The oncologist would have to confirm, but you all knew where this was headed. Likely those “bright spots” were tumors.

George nodded slowly at first, taking it all in. He asked what his options were, as far as treatment.

“Your oncologist will go over those options with you,” the doctor replied. “We’re going to move you up to Oncology shortly.”

George thanked him.

And you sat very still.

A hand fell on your arm, finally earning your gaze. George’s face was oddly calm, though the worry in his eyes was for you. You realized that he’d gently called your name, though you hadn’t heard him. Your ears were ringing.

His mouth parted to tell you something, but nothing came out. So instead, he tugged you into his arms, and he heaved a long sigh.

“I guess we’re here again,” he admitted. He let out a chuckle. “The Lord does like his tests…but maybe that car accident was a blessing in disguise, huh?”

You heard his voice, but your mind was buzzing—mainly with the doctor’s words, and with a bone-deep feeling that threatened to consume you.

Your car, your fault. Options, again. Here again.

Your fault.

When you didn’t answer, George pulled away a bit to give you a questioning look.

“Sweetheart?” he tried. You laid a hand on his arm.

“You still haven’t eaten dinner, have you?” you asked. Neither had you, for that matter. “I’ll get us something that isn’t rubbery turkey.”

George blinked at you, confused, with a growing edge of worry.

“Isn’t Dean getting your meds? Why don’t you wait for him to—”

“I’m fine,” you said, already getting up to grab your purse. “I’ll be back.”

George called your name again, but the ringing in your ears was now pulsing in time with your heartbeat.

You made your way down the hall to the lobby at a brusque clip, even with your neck brace on. You didn’t see Dean, but he certainly saw you as he was walking back into the hospital. Frowning, he followed and called out to you.

You slowed when you saw him, and he soon caught up with you. He rested a hand on your back.

“Hey, where you goin’?" he asked.

“We haven’t eaten in a while. I’m going to the cafeteria,” you said. Though you seemed distracted, your eyes meeting his only briefly. It triggered a small spidey sense running up Dean’s spine.

He gave you your prescription pain medication, which you took with a small “thank you.”

“Everything okay?” he asked. “How’s George doing?”

“Fine. He’s resting,” you said. And by the look of you, that seemed to be true. But he spotted the tremble in your hands when you took the pill bottle package from him. It made him stop you when you tried to keep walking down to the cafeteria.

“Okay, you wanna run that by me again?” Dean asked.

You frowned, and your brows knit together. “What?”

“Is there something going on?” he pressed.

You sighed, but you didn’t answer him. You looked exhausted, and like you’d rather swallow your own tongue than speak. You shook your head and laid a hand on his wrist.

“I’m fine. Dean, thank you for everything you did tonight, but you still have to work tomorrow. Go home, get some rest,” you said.

You turned from him again. That was your first mistake. He reached out and grasped your hand to stop you.

“Hey, wait a minute,” he said.

“What?” you said in irritation. Your second mistake was not being able to look at him.

Dean was frowning in earnest now. Worry clawed in his gut, which was also telling him not to let you walk away from him. His grip shifted to hold both of your arms and move directly in front of you. He dipped his chin, trying to get you to meet his eyes.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he said gently. “I need you to talk to me.”

You inhaled a shuddering breath. A wave was rising inside you, threatening to pull you into its undertow. Your eyes burned, red and shining. Dean finally saw it when you raised your head, what little you could. Your mouth began to quiver, looking into his eyes. And it was done.

You could no longer be still.

Dean held you when you fell apart in the hallway.

Dean called out of work the next day to stay with you and George. Gordon would be acting Lieutenant until his next shift, and Dean was sure the man would take full enjoyment out of it.

He couldn’t care about that right now though. He felt that his place was here, being your quiet wall of support while you and George and the oncologist talked about treatment options.

“Normally, at the stage we’re in, I would be recommending chemotherapy,” said Dr. Benton.

“Normally?” you echoed.

“At the rate this is progressing, the treatment would have to be aggressive,” he said. His gaze focused on George. “However, at your age, and the current state of your overall health…at this point, I don’t think the rigors of treatment would be worth diminishing your quality of life.”

“What are you saying?” you asked. Your voice cut like a whip, earning the other men’s gazes.

George was the first one to lay a hand on your arm. “You know what it means, honey…he’s saying it ain’t worth it.”

“Of course, it’s worth it,” you retorted. With your brows furrowed and lips pursed, your eyes went from him to the doctor. “Just because he’s older, we shouldn’t even try? Is that what you’re saying, doctor?”

At that, even Dean drew closer to lay a hand on your back. Meanwhile, George squeezed your arm.

Benton shook his head gravely. “That’s certainly not what I’m saying.”

“How much time would I get, if I started treatment,” George asked, before you could volley further with the doctor.

Benton met the other man’s gaze.

“I’m going to be honest with you, George. You may get a few more weeks, or even a few months. But that is a best-case scenario.”

Dean drove you all home that day, after George decided to formally waive treatment. Both men knew you were angry in your silence, but neither one wanted to press you. Dean was too wary, and George was too tired.

Once he was settled in bed, you hadn’t even left his room yet before you grabbed a notepad off his desk and wandered into the hall. You started to make a list of things you still needed from the grocery store, among other things. Dean took that piece of paper out of your hands.

“Good. I’ll handle this,” he said. “Meanwhile, you can get upstairs, take a shower, take your meds, and get some sleep.”

You frowned at him. “You haven’t slept either, Dean.”

“I’m used to it,” he said, giving you a wink and a slight smile. Overnight shifts could be a bitch at a firehouse, but Dean was no stranger to having his sleep interrupted.

“Listen to him, honey. He’s speaking sense,” George called from inside his room. The bedroom door was still open. He was settling into his bed while trying to stifle a cough. He sipped at a cup of water you’d brought for him.

Still, you looked reluctant. Dean held your arms and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Come on,” he said. “You were in an accident yesterday. You’ve had one hell of a night. You need your rest, or you’ll be no good to anyone.”

And if you pushed yourself much more, he worried that he’d have to take you right back to the hospital. Dean would rather not have that scare so close to the last one.

He brushed your cheek with gentle fingers. With the limited mobility your neck brace provided, you did your best to look up at him. Your eyes were softer.

“Okay,” you breathed.

“Okay? All right, good,” Dean said. You held onto his jacket for a moment, leaning against him.

“Thank you,” you whispered. You felt the burn of tears behind your closed eyelids. A few of them squeezed past and slipped down your cheeks. Dean held your face, brushing the tears away with his thumbs.

“Hey, I’m here, all right? Just let me help you,” he said. “You can lean on me when you need to.”

“I haven’t had that in a long time,” you admitted. “Part of me doesn’t know how to lean.”

“I get that,” Dean said. But you both knew that there was a long and difficult road ahead. He knew he didn’t have to remind you of it. “Whatever you need, you just tell me, okay? If nothing else, I’ve got a strong pair of shoulders.”

Somehow, you smiled. You pressed your forehead against his chest and inhaled deeply, to steady yourself.

“That you do, Lieutenant.”

You left for your room soon after, but not before you brought him down to you for one more tearful kiss.

Dean then watched you climb up the stairs to your room and nearly went up to help you, but he heard George call his name. Dean ventured back into George’s room and heeded his beckoning hand.

“You hungry? I can scramble some eggs or something before I hit the store. I think I saw two more left in the carton,” Dean said. George shook his head.

“Come ‘ere a sec.”

Dean took the hint and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I just wanna thank you for everything you did yesterday. Everything you’re still doing for us,” George said. He looked exhausted, but whatever he wanted to say was important enough to fight off sleep. He clasped a hand on Dean’s arm.

“You don’t have to,” Dean replied.

George huffed. A smile made his eyes gleam brighter.

“I knew you were a special one, Dean Winchester. Knew it the night I met ya, on your very first date with her.”

Dean blinked, but his pause drifted into a reserved smile.

“How’s that?” he asked.

“Well, I’ll be honest. When I heard that black Chevy rumble like hell’s wheels onto the driveway, I thought I might have to worry about you,” George chuckled.

Dean’s lips quirked.

“But no, it wasn’t that. It wasn’t the pretty flowers, or our mutual love of killer sharks,” George quipped, making Dean’s smile more genuine. “It isn’t your job either, or the fact that you saved her. I just believe that you can see a man’s mettle in his eyes…and I saw it in you when I shook your hand that night.”

Dean took that in for a moment. His hand flexed over his knee. Then he met George’s gaze, though he didn’t know what to say. Sometimes though, honestly was the best bet.

“I’m sorry for what you’re going through,” he said at last. “I can’t imagine…”

George let out a breath through his nose. “I’ll tell you a secret.”

He pointed to a picture frame on his bedside. It was of him and his wife, Sophie, when they were around your age and Dean’s. The couple were sitting on a pier that hung over the edge of the lake in their hometown.

She held him from behind, with her arms wrapped around his neck. Her long hair was being carried by the wind, getting swept into George’s eyes. He was smiling too hard to care.

“I’m ready to smile like that again,” he said. He had tears in his eyes, but he was already lighter at the thought. “I know it’s selfish…but I think I’ve missed her long enough.”

Dean paused. Then he cleared his throat past a small well of something he couldn’t name. He wondered if his dad ever had thoughts like that.

“Well, I’ll let you get your rest,” he said. “I’ll be back.”

George nodded and gave Dean’s arm a squeeze. “All right. Drive safe. Don’t hit any goddamn trees.”

He shot Dean a knowing wink, and it almost had the younger man laughing. George’s sense of humor was something else.

Dean then left George to rest. He made sure he had his wallet, keys, and your grocery list before he left your house and went back to the car. He checked his phone and saw a missed call…from Cas.

Dean was reminded again about Azazel, the kingpin who might’ve ordered a hit on his family. Along with the recent murders and arsons, and the connection from one of the victims to your company, Savage & Co.

Dean returned the call as he climbed into the Impala.

“Dean. Everything all right?” Cas asked. “Sam filled me in about the accident.”

“Yeah, everyone’s okay…well, not really. I’ll explain later,” Dean replied. “Listen, about what we talked about at the bar.”

“Yes.” Cas said gravely. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go to your father about this yet.”

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing.” Dean sighed. “My girl just got some real bad news. I know you gotta keep digging into Savage & Co., but can you keep her out of it?”

“Is she all right?”

“Yeah, more or less…it’s her grandfather.”

“Ah, I see,” Cas said. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thanks, man. I’d rather her just focus on what she needs to do right now, you know?”

“I get it. And believe me, we’re keeping the investigation of Nick Savage quiet for now,” Cas said. “But if we find something, or worse, if I can’t…I’ll likely need to question her. She works directly with Savage, and from what I can tell, she’s instrumental in bringing in and maintaining several of his major accounts.”

Dean stopped at a red light and took a moment to rub a hand over his tired face, rubbing his eyes. “You don’t really think she’s got any idea of what that asshole’s into.”

“I’m not saying she does. But in working so closely with him, perhaps she’s noticed things about her boss, and the company. Things she’s kept to herself, out of self-preservation.”

Dean frowned. He didn’t want to think about shit like that. It made his stomach churn at the thought of you working for someone who might be doing business with a crime lord, let alone Azazel.

“Well, when that day comes, give me a heads up, okay?”

“Will do.”

“Thanks, Cas.”

Dean offered to take another day off to help you, but you wouldn’t let him. He needed to go back to work, and you were able to arrange working from home for the next few weeks.

Even Nick couldn’t refuse to accommodate you in a situation like this. He knew very well that if he pushed you too hard, you’d go directly to HR.

So he backed off, and told you to take as much time at home as you needed. It allowed you to put him, and that afternoon in his office, away from your mind to focus on taking care of your grandfather.

Though you called your best friend the day you got home from the hospital, Andréa didn’t come by your house to see you and George until the end of the week. She cited mounting projects at work and some kind of tiff with her cousin Meg, but it all sounded like excuses to you.

However, she was gracious enough to bring dinner for the three of you on a Friday night. She cut up with George like normal, and even got him laughing, until a coughing fit forced him to stop. It also took most of the joy out of the rest of the evening.

While George went up to his room to rest, Andréa later joined you in the kitchen. You were washing the dishes, trying to focus on what you were doing. But your mind was buzzing continuously with future tasks and worries. Always, tasks and worries.

“How are you holding up?” Andréa asked. She rubbed your back, and you gave her a slight smile.

“All I can do is make him comfortable, for as long as possible,” you replied. There were tears in your friend’s eyes, but she dabbed them away with the back of her hand.

“What do you need? Anything, you just tell me,” she said.

It was a little easier for you to contemplate leaning on Andréa. You had been friends with her for years, and she was like another daughter to George.

On the other hand, asking Dean for help always made you hesitate. What you two had was still so new. You worried that this was too much for your relationship, too fast.

“Well,” you sighed as you wiped your hands dry on a kitchen towel. You didn’t exactly want to talk about it, but there were things you had to start planning, even if you didn’t know the exact timeframe.

However, as soon as you opened your mouth to reply, Andréa’s cell phone rang. She held up a finger to you and checked it. To your surprise, she actually answered it.

“Hey, babe,” she replied with a smile. You heard Benny’s deep voice on the line, asking a question. “Yeah, I’m still here. I’m probably leaving soon though.”

She continued her conversation for a few more minutes, but you didn’t hear anything after that. A tension headache was sharp behind your eyes, while anger (yes, anger) rolled hot under your skin. Your lips pursed. You busied yourself with straightening up the kitchen until she continued her call for another few minutes.

“Sorry about that,” she said, finally turning her attention back to you. “So what do you need?”

You put away the last dry dish and turned to her coolly.

“Nothing.”

Andréa frowned. She knew there was something off with you, but her furrowed brows betrayed her confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” you repeated. “Don’t you need to head out, anyway?”

“No, I was just…what’s up with you?” she asked.

“What’s up with me is my grandfather’s dying!” you snapped. You left her in the kitchen, precisely so that she’d follow you out. You grabbed her purse for her and went to the front door, where you stepped out.

Andréa was dismayed and confused as she followed you out onto the porch. She raised her brows at you when you shut the door and crossed your arms at her.

“I know you, and this isn’t just about that. What’s the problem?” she asked.

“You can’t seem to detach from your boyfriend for more than five minutes to just be my friend. That’s the problem,” you replied. “But why should I be surprised? Like always, you’re too wrapped up in yourself to consider anyone else.”

Her brows knitted together; she looked hurt by your words, but also defensive.

“How can you say that when you’ve been exactly the same way?” she accused. “Since you met Dean, I’d be lucky to see you once a week—”

“I call you every week,” you began, counting the list with your fingers. “You’re always busy, but you never give me a day that works for you. And when we do make plans, you usually cancel. Why? Because you’re going sailing with Benny. You’re going to a restaurant, hours away, just to try the new sushi bar beer garden, or whatever the hell. Or you’re going on an impromptu road trip, or you’re planning a summer trip to Greece. Give me fucking break, Dre.”

By now she was frowning angrily, her arms crossed. “You’re mad at me because I have a life?”

“No. I’m happy for you that you found someone. I really am,” you said. “But we clearly live in two different versions of reality. I just don’t have the time or the energy to entertain yours.”

You knew you were being too harsh. You felt incredible guilt as soon as it all left your mouth…but part of you also felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest. The problem was, you still felt heavy. Just in a different way.

Both of you were crying when Andréa left your house.

All too soon, a week became a month. In that time, Dean called you every day to check on you. He spent most of his evenings with you and George when he wasn’t on shift. And when he was, sometimes Meg would drop in.

She understood your argument with Andréa, and she respected you for taking a stand when you needed to. She even confided you that she’d had similar frustrations with her cousin lately.

But Meg wasn’t your only visitor. Ellen had come a few times to bring you lunch and dinner, even breakfast, though you hadn’t asked her to. You realized then how close Dean must be to his friends at the firehouse, along with the Harvelles; Ellen also refused to take any money from you for the food.

By the end of the month, George mainly spent his days sleeping. Pain medication made his days nearly painless, but not without struggle. You were doing your best to care for him while continuing to work full-time from home. You were also exhausted, though you refused to admit it.

Today was a better day, however, because George was awake. He was also more aware of his surroundings than usual.

He stopped you from adjusting his pillow so you would sit down on the edge of his bed. He took your hand in his, brushing a thumb over the back of it.

“I’m okay with this, you know,” he said. You pursed your lips, but he stopped you from whatever you were going to say. “I don’t want to leave you. You know that…but I’m so damn proud of you. Your Gram was, and still is…”

Your lower lip wobbled as you tried and failed to keep your tears at bay. They stung in your eyes and slipped past your defenses, down your face.

“The house is yours. But if that’s too hard for you, just sell it,” he said, heaving a deep breath. “It’s just the bones. You’re the heart. And you always have been.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but not a sound would come out. You held his hand with both of yours and stared down at them. Until his voice once again commanded your attention.

“I always thought…moving to the city ruined my daughter. That we should’ve stayed in Lebanon. That maybe I gave her too much freedom, and I failed her somehow along the way,” George said. His eyes were heavy with old heartache. And yet, they soon began to lighten.

“But the day we lost a daughter, we gained one too,” he said. Then, he chuckled a little. “And I know I never failed with you, sweetheart.”

That proved to be too much for you. He pulled you into his arms like you were still a child, and he held you for a long time while you cried yourself out.

Though he eventually spotted Dean hesitating in the doorway. He’d probably let himself in with the spare key you’d given him.

George raised a hand from your back and silently beckoned Dean inside his room. He was getting tired, drifting off thanks to the morphine.

“Hey, lookie there. The boyfriend’s here,” George whispered with a bit of cheek. You sucked in a breath and raised your head, wiping at your eyes before you turned around. Dean met you with an attempt at a smile and a gentle hand on your back.

“Just got out of work?” you asked. He’d been on a 24-hour shift, and you’d missed him. You stood and stepped into his welcoming embrace. He dropped a kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah. I’ve got the next couple of days off,” Dean said. He greeted George next and asked him if he needed anything.

“Just some water,” the older man replied.

“I’ll get it,” you said with a sniff. “Need to start dinner too.”

“I already brought some food. You like Italian, right?” Dean said, with a subtle smile. It earned your sigh and a grateful smile. He knew very well that it was now one of your favorites. Italian meatballs always reminded you both of your first date.

“Thank you,” you said, grasping his hand. He squeezed yours with a nod, before he let you go.

When you were out of earshot, George cleared his throat past a wet cough. Dean reached over and grabbed him a tissue. George took it with a nod. Again, he encouraged Dean to come closer.

“I’m not worried,” George said, between deep breaths. “You know why?”

Dean just stared back for a moment. He genuinely had no idea what the man might say next.

“Tell me,” he said.

“My granddaughter’s strong. Always has been, because she had to be,” said George. “But you’re gonna be there when she’s not.”

Dean considered the weight of that charge. The anxiety in his chest felt familiar; like the day he got his badge at the Fire Academy, knowing then the responsibility he held in his hands.

That’s a lot to put on just three months of knowing this girl, came a more selfish thought. It sounded a lot like the guy he used to be, not too long before he met you.

But when Dean thought about you, and what you’d begun to mean to him…

He realized that he only had one answer.

“Yes, sir. I am,” said Dean.

George gave a tired smile. “Good man.”

And that night, an agreement was made.

In the morning, your grandfather was gone.

Dean held you through what he thought was the worst of your heartbreak. But after that dour morning, it was like a switch flipped inside you.

In the days after George’s death, your shutters came up. You threw yourself into checklists and task after task—in funeral arrangements and planning and contacting distant relatives and friends.

This was your failsafe. Your version of “autopilot.” And these things needed to get done, after all.

But Dean worried when he no longer saw the softer side of you. Like your heart had been wrung dry.

He inevitably had to go back to work, but in between the demanding hours of his schedule, he tried to get you to slow down. He saw the warning signs of you running yourself into the ground. He just didn’t know how to help you land.

So Dean picked up slack where he saw it, often without you asking him to. He began fixing the house, one section at a time. He enlisted Benny’s help, since he actually had a small construction business. Dean even paid for the materials himself without you knowing.

And one sunny afternoon, he took a break from repaving part of the cracked and uneven driveway to grab a beer inside. You were sitting at the kitchen table with stacks of papers all around you, your cellphone on speaker as some kind of elevator music continued to ring on a loop.

“Can you believe I’ve been on hold with the funeral director for 20 minutes?” you told him in irritation. But you didn’t truly take sight of him until he came back from the kitchen.

He wore a familiar ensemble of jeans and black undershirt with a plaid shirt, rolled up to his elbows. He was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and his hands were dusty and stained from his work on the driveway. Dean looked tired, and that made you feel guilty.

Meanwhile, he frowned and popped open a beer. “You want one of these? Looks like you could use one.”

You shook your head. With a sigh, you hung up the phone. You’d try calling again later. Instead, you focused on the next item of your checklist for today.

“Food. Because we’re gonna need to eat after the service,” you inclined your head. “Okay, still need to come up with a list of caterers, because I don’t think I can cook for that many people.”

Dean nodded at that. “Let me talk to Ellen. She’ll give you a good price, and her food is good.”

You looked up from your notepad and considered him thoughtfully. You wouldn’t have thought to cater from a bar, but he was right. Ellen had great food at the Roadhouse.

“Okay, I’ll call her,” you said.

“No, I’ll call her,” Dean insisted. He set down the beer on the table and leaned his palms flat on its surface. “Sweetheart, I told you I’d help you with all this. You don’t have to do it by yourself.”

“Dean, you’ve done enough,” you replied. Your brows drew together stubbornly. “You’re paving my driveway right now, for God’s sake! This is my responsibility, not yours.”

Dean frowned, making you sigh. You leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms.

“Look, we’ve only been dating for three months,” you said. And in your mind, a good chunk of that time had been spent in the worst hell of your life. “This right here? It’s a lot. I’m not expecting you to deal with all this…”

You bit your lip, and your gaze fell away from his as your insecurities took hold. The thoughts that had been plaguing you every night since this all began, on the night of the car accident.

“And…if you’d rather take a break from us for a while, I’d understand,” you said.

Your voice was more collected than you felt. But that didn’t make it any easier when Dean stared back at you, mostly incredulous. You even thought you saw a thread of hurt there, and it made your heartache worsen.

Dean came around to your side of the table. He dragged a chair back and sunk into it, facing you directly.

“You think that’s the kind of guy I am?” he asked.

You immediately shook your head. You weren’t trying to upset him, or imply that he wasn’t reliable, or trustworthy, or whatever was running through his head. You were just trying to be realistic.

You’re so pragmatic it hurts, as Andréa had often told you.

“Dean, it’s not that…” you began, a bit helplessly. “I just—”

“Just, nothin’.” His chair scraped toward you as he reached out for your hand. He made sure you looked him in the eyes when he said this next part.

“I’m not leaving you with this.”

Your gaze met his, though you desperately tried to keep your heart from rising into your throat.

“I’m not leaving you,” Dean said. His tone, his eyes, his hold on your hand was firm.

For a moment, you stared at him, unblinking, even as tears swam in your eyes.

He’s not leaving you.

Not like everyone else in your life.

You were grateful. Too grateful, even, for words.

When you finally broke down into tears, Dean realized what an idiot he’d been. Your wall of stoicism had been just that—a flimsy wall. Now it was shattered, and so were you.

It scared him just how much, as he gathered you onto his lap and into his arms. You didn’t seem to care that he was dirty and covered with sweat. You clung to him strong, and he held you back just as tightly.

“No matter what I did, it wasn’t enough,” you confessed. “You save people all the time. I couldn’t save anyone in my life.”

Dean frowned. He cupped the back of your head, and he felt your tears sliding down his neck. His voice was thick with emotion when he was able to reply.

“Oh, baby. It’s not your fault.”

“I can’t…I can’t do anything. Anything that matters.” Your voice was a broken whisper. It damn near broke his heart.

“Now you know that’s not true,” he said. “I’m not gonna let you lie to yourself like that.”

You trembled and heaved with sobs, and he continued to hold you.

Just be there, Sam had told him, when Dean had called him from the hospital. Sam reminded him again last week, when George finally passed.

Is that all I’m supposed to do? Dean thought. His brows furrowed, but he tried to hide his frustration.

He was used to people depending on him. He led a team. Before then, he’d looked out for Sam all his life. Dean had never had to help someone get through this kind of grief though. He just wanted to help you, in whatever way he could.

Because he was worrying, just like you. That whatever he did, it wouldn’t be enough.

But he couldn’t leave you.

I can’t, and I won’t, he thought. So he took a breath, and he said the first true thing that came to mind.

“You’re the strongest woman I know, you know that?” Dean said. He spoke low and steady, but with the conviction he felt. “And that’s a tall order, considering some of the badass ladies I’ve got in my life.”

A smile tugged at his lips when he considered people like Ellen and Jo, Jody and Donna. He might’ve lost his mom, but he and Sam hadn’t lacked when it came to influential women in their lives.

“But I saw it the day we met. I see it every time we’re together,” he continued. “You work hard as hell. You take care of everyone around you…”

You were still quiet, trying to stifle your crying.

Dean let out a breath. “Man, if you only knew how much you’ve been helping me. Keeping my damn feet on the ground with this whole…arsonist mess my dad’s been investigating. Digging up the past, my mom, the whole damn thing.”

With a sniffle, you uncurled from him, just enough to reveal your face. Your grip on his shirt loosened, your palm flattening on his chest. He held your hand there and turned his lips to your forehead. He sensed that you were calming down. That you were listening.

“That matters to me,” he told you.

You nodded and tightened your hand on his. “Me too.”

Your voice was still shaky, but it sounded a little stronger.

“See? You might as well face it.” Dean grinned. “You’re a badass chick with a big heart.”

You snorted in response. Your lips even twitched at a smile. He spied it when he looked down at you. And you rested easier against him as your tears subsided.

“Thank you,” you whispered. He dried your cheek with a brush of his hand.

“For what?” he asked.

“For staying.”

AN: So first off, I'm sorry for the gritty "reality" of this one. It's just where the story took me, though it serves a purpose narratively and for both the reader and Dean's character development.

But also, I think this has just been on my mind, since both my grandmother and great uncle (brother and sister) died within a year of one another due to different forms of cancer. My great uncle passed in May of this year, and my grandmother two years this past October.

Again, I'm sorry if this one was too heavy, but art does imitate life and this was probably my brain trying to express those emotions I couldn't fully make sense of at the time. George will be missed, but will still be felt in the rest of this story, as I'm sure any of you who've lost close family members will understand. 💙

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The identity of Azazel will finally be revealed in Part 12. But first...

You nodded. “By the way, it was nice of Sam and Eileen to come. And Meg and Cas.”

Dean smiled.

“They can be your people too,” he said. “If you want ‘em to be.”

You couldn’t help it. Your tears brewed and bubbled over. And you moved slowly across the couch to twine your arms around his neck. Dean’s lips tugged at a smile, and he welcomed you with an arm wrapping around your waist.

Both of you were still wearing the same clothes you’d been wearing all day; you in your black dress and Dean in his slacks and white buttoned-down shirt, though by now without the jacket, and the shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

You were infinitely exhausted. But one thing had become clear to you over the past few weeks.

“Thank you. Thank you for today, and for every day since we met,” you said shakily.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 9 months

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Bad Boys: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: You and Sam get a look into Dean’s past when an old friend calls Dean for help with a ghost problem on his property. It’s not so easy taking down a ghost attached to a child, but you’ll manage just fine... right?

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

"Okay, don't close one eye. That actually doesn't help. Focus on the target and shoot."

Dean positions the very real gun in Noah's hand exactly the way it's supposed to be held, and Noah shrugs him off with a shake of his head.

"I've played video games. I know how to shoot a gun."

"Okay, hot shot. Go ahead."

Dean steps back and lets Noah take the reins. Noah adjusts his stance and shoots his target three times. You stand by the entrance into the shooting range with both Zeus and Colonel at your feet. You look at the target to see Noah hit the wall twice and the bottom of the target outline once.

"If you did that in the field, you'd be dead. I'm not saying this to scare you, I'm saying it to prepare you."

"Okay, how do I do it again?"

Dean stands behind Noah and fixes his stance before giving him a few more tips and tricks. Noah shoots the target again, and this time, he gets all bullets through the outline. It's not exactly on point, but it's better than last time.

"There you go," Dean smiles. "You'll be blowing off heads in no time."

"I want to hunt like you and Y/N."

"It takes a lot of practice," you say, and both heads turn to you. "If you truly want to be one, we'll help you learn."

"This is the coolest thing ever."

When you thought about adopting Noah, you never thought he would adapt so quickly to the hunting life. You're not sure what his life was like before meeting you, but you're more than happy to learn.

"Why don't you go find Sam and show him what you learned?" Noah doesn't skip a beat and runs off, leaving you and Dean alone. Colonel chases after him, but Zeus stays by your feet. He sits up when Dean approaches you and nudges your hand. "Your week is almost up."

"So?" Dean grumbles.

"So... you don't have to decide now, but if you decide Noah can't stay, and you have every right to that, then it's going to be that much harder for Noah to pull away. If you truly don't want Noah here, then you need to do something about it before it's too late."

Zeus whines and walks over to Dean before jumping up and licking his cheek. He jumps back down and looks over at you before returning his gaze to Dean. Dean remembers fully what Zeus said to him when he was under the "dog speaking" spell.

She's sad all the time. She puts on a brave face for you and the kids, but deep down, she wants to never stop crying. Seeing her with Noah for the first time, I saw some of that sadness drift away.

Since she encountered Noah, I'm starting to see the old her back.

You've already attached yourself to Noah, and if he were to say no, then you'd be losing a piece of you. How could he do that to you? He knows you didn't intentionally let Noah stay hoping he would change his mind, but it's a big decision regardless. You'd be adopting a child, and that presents its own hard challenges.

You and Dean make your way back upstairs where Sam is listening to how Noah is getting better at shooting a gun. Joanna and Maryann are at the table, but they aren't listening to what he is talking about. Joanna has always been more social than her sister, so you're not too worried about Joanna getting along with Noah. Maryann is so young that she'll get used to Noah being her brother as she grows up.

You kiss your daughters on the head just as one of Sam's phone rings.

"Hello? ... I'm sorry, there's no, uh, Dee-dawg here."

"Give me the phone," Dean says, snatching the phone from Sam's hands. "Sonny, hey. What's up? ... Okay. ... Alright. Yeah, just sit tight. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"What's that all about, 'Dee-dawg'?" Sam smirks.

"Do you remember when we were kids and we were in upstate New York? Dad was on a Rugaru hunt. We crashed at the bungalow colony with the ping-pong table?"

"Yeah, you disappeared, and when Dad came back, you were gone. He shipped Y/N and I off to Bobby's for a couple of months and went to go find you. He said you were lost on a hunt or something."

"I about lost my damn mind when I found out. He refused to bring me along," you say.

"That's what we told you?" Dean chuckles. "Right."

"I'm sorry? That's what you told us?"

"The truth is, I lost the food money that Dad left for us in a card game, and I knew you two would get hungry. I tried taking the five-finger discount at the local market and got busted. I wasn't on a hunt. He sent me to a boys' home."

"Like a reform school?" you ask.

"Yeah, more or less. It was a farm, and the guy who ran it, Sonny, looked after me."

"How did I not know that? I was sixteen; all I ever wanted to do was be with you."

"I don't know what to tell you," your husband shrugs.

The fact that John left Dean at a reform school for two months because he was stealing some food outrages you, but you keep your cool in front of your kids.

"Wait. Does Sonny know what we do?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. He's good people. I gave him the number to the Bat Phone, and it sounds like he's got something in our wheelhouse. So, are you gonna be cool doing this, or are you too tired?"

"No, I'll be fine. Why didn't you just tell me you went to a boys' home?"

"I don't know. It was Dad's idea. Then, the story became the story. I was sixteen."

Kevin shows up with messy hair, and you turn to him with a sweet smile.

"Will you watch the kids for me?"

"Yeah."

"I want to go with you," Noah says.

"Me too!" Joanna speaks up.

"No, you're staying here," you say to Joanna and turn to Noah. "You can come. Go get your things." Joanna starts to whine, but you put a stop to that right now. "Jo, you're safer here. You can play dress up and have a tea party with Kevin."

"That's what every Prophet wants," Kevin sighs.

"You can use a break. Make sure you don't burn the Bunker down while we're gone."

Once Sam and Noah were ready, you four headed to Upstate New York. It only took a day to get there, but it seemed faster with Dean's driving. Dean pulls up and parks between farm fields with Sonny's house up the dirt driveway.

"You were here for two months and Dad couldn't find you?" Sam asks.

"Oh, no. He found me. He found me quickly, but he left me here because I lost our money."

"You were sixteen. You made a mistake."

"Yeah. I made the mistake." Dean looks at you and Sam and rolls his eyes because he knows you're thinking. "Look, I know how you two think. None of this was Dad's fault."

"You're fucking delusional if you can't see that John is completely at fault here. This just adds to the list as to why John was a bad father."

Dean really doesn't want to get into this with you, so the only thing he can do is roll his eyes. You four head up the driveway to the house, and Dean knocks on the door. Minutes later, an older woman wearing a sweater and a large cross around her neck answers the door.

"What can I do for you folks?"

"I'm Dean. This is my brother, Sam, my wife, Y/N, and our son, Noah. We're old buddies of Sonny's."

To hear him call Noah his son makes your heart flutter in happiness, but you don't comment on it.

"Prison buddies?"

"No. Do you mind telling him we're here?"

"I'll go get him," she says after a pause. She turns around, and before you can follow her in, she turns back to you. "I just mopped the floor, so you take off those roach stompers."

"Yes, ma'am," you nod.

Sam and Dean walk in and kick off their shoes, careful not to ruin the floor. You and Noah are next, and you set your shoes next to Dean's.

"Sonny's an ex-con, huh?"

"What, and we're such angels?" Dean scoffs. "Trust me, he's more than made up for it."

"Dee-dawg!"

Sonny walks in wearing glasses and his hair slicked back into a low ponytail. He pulls Dean in for a hug, and they both smile happily.

"Sonny! Good to see you!"

"This must be Sam and Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you," you smile politely.

"So, the farm looks nice."

"Oh, please, man. It's barely standing. I only got a handful of kids working around here now."

"Why's that?" you ask.

"Because these days, the system would rather incarcerate a boy than redeem him."

You look to the right and see the same woman who answered the door wiping down a table. You're not sure if she knows about the supernatural or not, but you don't want to take any chances.

"Hey, Sonny, do you mind if we talk alone?" you ask and gesture to her.

"Hey, Ruth, would you please go check on the boys and make sure their morning chores are getting done?"

Ruth looks at all four of you before heading off to do as she is told.

"So, what's happening?" Dean asks.

"You remember Jack, right? Well, somehow, that ancient, rusty, broken-down tractor just roared to life and ran him over the other night. You know, I never believed any of this mumbo-jumbo stuff you folks are into, but something ain't right."

"What do you mean?"

"Things started happening: lights flickering on and off, strange scratching sounds coming from inside the walls, and windows and doors slamming."

"Alright, do you think you can round up the boys while we take a look around?"

"That shouldn't be a problem. Most are home on break, you know, those who have a home worth going to."

Sonny leaves to gather the rest of the kids, and you turn to Dean for leadership. He knows this property better than you and Sam, so he would know what to do.

"Why don't you take the house? The kid and I will check out the barn. Come on, Noah."

"Okay," Noah smiles widely.

"I'll go with you," you offer. Sam doesn't mind looking alone, so you leave with your husband. "Why didn't you tell me about this place or the fact that you stole?"

"It's not something I wanted you to know."

"You know, if I had gone with you, you'd have never gotten caught," you smirk.

"I was young and stupid. I didn't want to involve the girl I loved into that."

"We've gotten ourselves in worse things."

You walk into the barn and cough at how dusty it is. Dean whips out his EMF reader, but nothing shows up on it. He walks around, but the EMF reader is completely silent.

"Y/N?" Noah says.

You and Dean turn to see a small kid around Noah's age standing in the entryway. He is holding an action figure of a superhero.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing here?"

"Fighting monsters."

"What kind of monsters?"

"All sorts with Bruce the Monster Smasher," he says and holds out his toy.

"Is that a cape?" Dean walks closer to him, but you keep Noah by your side. "It's a little impractical for smashing monsters, huh? You know, you could choke—"

I clobber evil! The little boy must have pressed a button that makes the doll speak.

"I bet you do," Dean chuckles and holds his hand out. "I'm Dean and that's my wife, Y/N."

"Timmy."

Timmy grabs Dean's hand to shake, but it's not an effective handshake. Dean shakes his head and gets down to his level.

"Let's try that again. If you're gonna be a man, you got to learn how to shake like one, okay? Give me your best Kung Fu grip." Timmy does, and Dean nods. "Good. Now look me straight in the eye. Let me know that you mean business. Shake as hard as you can." Timmy does as he's told. "That's it. You shake like that and you'll be alright."

You look down at Noah to see a look of jealous flash across his face. He and Dean have been getting close for the week that Noah's been with you. So, to see another kid learn from him makes him a little jealous. It's kind of cute, to be honest.

"Hey, Timmy, did you know Jack who worked here?" you ask, changing the subject.

"Yes," he says quietly.

"What can you tell me about him?" Dean asks, standing to his full height.

"He yelled a lot. He was yelling when he had his accident."

"How do you know that?"

"Because me and the other boys were playing here when it happened."

"Did you see anything?" Timmy shakes his head. "Is there anything else about that night that you can remember? Anything at all?"

"It suddenly got really cold. Can I go? I have to finish my chores before Miss Ruth gets mad."

"Yeah, you better roll."

Timmy runs out of the barn, and as soon as he is gone, Noah runs over to Dean and holds out his hand. Dean's always wanted a son, and he believes one day that you will give him one biologically. For now, he's perfectly content with having Noah as one, even if it's not legal. You can't help but smile when Dean shows him how to give a good handshake.

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acecroft · 10 months

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What do you remember about your dad? I mean, what's the first thing that pops into your head? Come on, tell me.

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freakwiththeknifecollection · 11 months

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Jo is a Dean mirror, but not in the way people think like their stories being the same, but in a literal sense of the word like bizarro world. Dean lost his mom and was raised (I use that term extremely loosely) by his dad, Jo lost her dad and was raised by her mom. Dean never got to be a kid and was forced to grow up too fast, Jo was always treated like a kid and never allowed to grow up. John brought Dean into hunting, while Ellen kept Jo out of it. Dean was in the hunting life and only wanted a normal life, Jo had a normal life and only wanted to hunt. Etc. They're both twisted but in different directions

#now that doesn't mean they're not compatible- they are! they're just not the same it's my point #their differences is what makes their dynamic so interesting #jo harvelle #dean winchester #jo harvelle meta #dean meta #spn meta #deanjo #chestervelle #dean x jo #jo x dean

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blondie20000 · 3 months

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Chestervelle Fic Collection

Links to the fics are below in the titles.

Scars and Stories (One Shot, Smut)

Summary:

Every scar has a story. Dean has an interesting one to share.

Saturday Night (One Shot, Smut)

Summary:

Sam and Ellen are out of town leaving Dean and Jo in charge of the Roadhouse. As the night goes on buried feelings and emotions start to come to the surface.

Bad Lady (One Shot, Smut)

Summary:

"Put me down Winchester!"

"Sorry sweetheart I can't do that."

Dean was out on a solo hunt. He suspected he was being followed. He eventually confronted his stalker and discovered it was none other than Jo Harvelle.

Their meeting, well, let's just say it wasn't a pleasant greeting

#fanfiction #fanfic #smut #one shot #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #jo harvelle #jo x dean #dean winchester x jo harvelle #chestervelle

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minefield-of-a-ninja · 2 years

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Prologue to Combat Baby

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | EPILOGUE

Characters: Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY

Words: 1,500

Author’s notes: for @stusbunker

page divider by @talesmaniac89

It’s another long night at the Roadhouse filled with leering eyes and dirty jokes - and not even funny dirty jokes, just dirty; as if the mere dirtiness makes it funny. It doesn’t.

Jo’s cleaning up, Ellen’s in the back counting the drawer and sorting tips. Jo appreciates this time of night the best - no bottles clinking, no glass breaking, no puking.

Just as she’s wiping down the last table and looking to set on the bar itself, Dean walks in.

Jo feels exhilarated, embarrassed, aroused, and annoyed in rapid succession before standing straight and glaring him in the eye.

“We’re closed,” she says, flipping her hair and turning her back on the handsome hunter.

She’s still mad at him - she’s always kind of mad at him since that’s how unrequited crushes work - but she won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing she feels anything.

He’s quiet but doesn’t leave, just moves into the space, fills it, his whole self just there like he owns the place.

Ugh.

Jo looks up at him from behind the bar as she busies herself with side work. Dean’s looking at her with that one stupid brow arched like she doesn’t even know what or why.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she says, reaching for the iPad and cranking the volume on the music. She knows her mission is a success when she sees Dean’s best fish impression, opening and closing his mouth, trying to form words and squirming.

“I said, we’re closed,” she shouts over John and Jimmy as they spin one of their timeless melodies.

Dean reaches over the bar and grabs the iPad before she can even see what he’s doing. She feels like a hunter failure. She knows her reflexes are better than that.

He turns the music down and looks at her pointedly. “I brought you something,” he says.

“What?” she asks, wiping her hands on her bar rag, dragging her eyes down and up his body.

Then he reaches into the back of his pants and pulls out a knife. But it’s not just any knife, it’s a beautiful knife. Mother of pearl handle, engraved steel hilt, 8″ blade - it looks brand new, but she knows he didn’t buy it for her.

“Where’d you get it?” she asks, openly admiring the thing.

“Off a vamp in Reno,” he answers with an eye roll. “What does it matter where I got it, it’s yours. I thought of you right away.”

She softens as he hands it to her, hefts its weight and grips it firmly. Her eyes dart to his.

“For your freak knife collection.” He smirks and she laughs, dips her head and sheaths the knife in her own pants.

“Thanks, Dean,” she says. “Can I get you something?”

“Nah, you’re closed, remember?” he says as he backs away from the counter then spins on his heel to leave. “Raincheck.” He throws that last reply over his shoulder as he lets the door close behind him.

“Who was that?” Ellen asks, tired and irritated, shoving a wad of cash in her pocket before zipping and locking the bank bag.

“Oh, someone left their car keys,” Jo says, and Ellen mutters something about drunk drivers and lawsuits as Jo looks through the window just in time to see Dean pull onto the highway.

“OK, keep it wrapped, tough guy,” Ellen says, finishing with Dean’s bandage.

“Always do,” Dean says with a wink.

Ellen rolls her eyes.

“Well, good to know you’re bein’ safe out there.” She packs up the first aid kit then turns to Jo. “I’m headed to bed.”

Jo furrows her brow and motions to the research book she’s leafing through.

Ellen shifts uncertainly. “Dean, you can have the back bunk.” Her eyes dart to meet Jo’s again.

Jo shakes her head and she throws her hands up in frustration. “What?!”

Ellen eyes Dean again as if his condom joke is directly related to her not-so-innocent daughter before doing as she says she had planned. “Finish up and get to bed, Joanna,” she mutters as she makes her way up the stairs to the apartment she shares with Jo.

Jo rolls her eyes before looking back to Dean. “Good thing you were close,” she says, swinging the knife he gave her the last time she saw him.

Dean looks up at her, and she lets herself look at him. He holds her gaze.

“Yeah,” he says, his eyes dragging down and across her sharp collarbones or maybe her tits, and… it makes her shiver.

“Cold?” he asks, his gaze lazy but warm, slides back up to meet hers.

They’ve fought side-by-side, saved the world together; they’ve had… moments; but Dean will never see her as anything but a little sister. She’s not getting her hopes up. At all.

“No,” she answers, dropping her gaze to the tome in front of her and flipping to the next page.

He’s high on pain killers, right? And whiskey. He’s just… he’s not looking at her like that.

“What’d my mom give you for the pain, anyway?”

Dean raises his glass of whiskey. “Advil and Jack,” he says.

“Sure she didn’t give you a roofie?” Jo scoffs.

“What?” he asks. “Why?”

“You’re just…” she shrugs. “Acting weird.”

She won’t look at him. She won’t.

“Weird how?” he asks with that tone in his voice like he’s flirting, and she hates it.

“Stop it,” she tries to demand, but it comes out as a whisper.

“Stop what?” he asks, sliding from his barstool and rounding the bar.

Dean swaggers behind the bar. With every step closer, she feels her skin prickle and her breath hitch higher.

He pauses behind her and peeks over her shoulder. The air is charged with too close, not close enough.

“What’re you doing?” she breathes.

“Hmm, tryin’ to figure out what the fuck this thing is that attacked me?” he replies, chuckling.

“Do you have to do it so close?” she asks, squirming away and only managing to brush her ass across his hips.

Dean crowds in and rest his hands against the edge of the bar on either side of her. “Since when am I too close?” he asks quietly.

She feels her hackles rise.

She is so fucking tired of him fucking with her, playing with her, teasing her, making her think-

“Fuck you, Dean,” she says, slamming the book closed and shoving back to make him move.

She storms toward the stairs to make her way to her own bedroom.

“That’n invitation?” he asks, and she stops dead in her tracks.

For three whole breaths, she stands stock still, letting his words ring in her ears. He’s never crossed this line, never gone this far.

“Don’t play with me,” she whispers as he edges closer.

His warm hands wrap her shoulders and gently run down the length of her arms, over her wrists then twine their fingers together.

“I’m not,” he says, his voice is quiet, the guile and teasing are gone, replaced with heat and craving. “Not anymore.”

She draws a deep breath and turns on her heels, grabs his face in her hands and takes the plunge.

She pulls him in for a kiss.

His hands are on her waist, gripping and exploring, sliding up under her top. He backs her toward the door to the outside.

“Your mom’s gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he mutters around her lips.

Jo twists the knob to let them outside, and he kicks the door shut behind them, never taking his hands off her, as they move toward the bunkroom.

He backs her against the door and presses against her full and hot, knee between her thighs, heavy hands on her hips.

His mouth is so warm and slick and demanding, yet sweet.

He lifts her, secures her legs around his hips, and opens the door. When he kicks that one shut, too, he’s kissing her dizzy. Then he sets her on my feet and pulls his mouth from hers long enough to look down at her and ask, “You sure about this?”

She huffs a laugh and shakes her head. “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever asked me.” She whips her top over her head before pushing at his clothes, all of them; she wants all of him.

His eyes bore into hers as he yanks her jeans open and pushes his hand inside her underwear and slips his thick middle finger along her wet slit.

“Feel that?” she asks, and his eyes droop, he licks his lips and moves closer. “That’s all for you. Always has been.”

He ducks in to kiss her again, walking her toward the bed. He makes her sit before dropping to his knees and pulling her pants and underwear the rest of the way off.

As he lowers his face to her cunt, she lets herself fall back onto the featherbed mattress.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

She knows he will. He’s always been good for his word.

Part One

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