Inside My Crystal Ball
Sam, Dean/Jo
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
Notes: Goes out to the awesome snoopoony, who asked for Dean and Jo with Sam in the room.
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"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"Dean, what are you doing?"
Sam can hear the sheets rustle in the bed next to his. From the sounds of it, it's another sleepless night for his brother and his girl.
"What?" Dean replies in protest.
"Sam's right there, are you sure this is a good idea?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, just loud enough for Sam to catch what she said.
"He's sleeping, Jo. As long as you can keep it down, we won't have a problem."
"As long as I keep it down? What's that supposed to - fuck, Dean!" Jo gasps.
Sam squeezes his eyes shut. By now he's used to their bickering.
"…told you to keep it down."
Sam only catches the tail end of Dean's snap. His voice is muffled, as if he's under the sheets. Sam's eyes fly open when he realizes what's going on.
"Dean, I don't know that we should be doing…" Jo's voice trails off.
Sam tries to distract himself, to think about anything except what's going down across the room. The hunt they have lined up for tomorrow. That's it. If he can just stay focused on that…
Jo's barely silenced moan blows the hunt right out of the water.
"Still want me to stop?"
Sam hears a thwap. Thank god, Jo's going to put him in his place.
"Stop and I'll have to kill you," Jo whispers desperately, almost breathless.
Sam inwardly groans. He's learned through thin motel walls that Jo can draw this out for quite awhile. He just never thought he would get a live showing.
He buries his face in the pillow, willing sleep to come – "Christ, Dean!" – before Jo does.
He hears what might be the slap of a hand against wood before a low, barely audible whine permeates through the room. Too late.
Shifting of bodies, frantic breathing, and a softly heard kiss before, "You did good, babe."
Sam can't take it anymore.
"Hey, Jo? Dean was right. You might want to keep it down next time."