"Maybe you shouldn't kiss and tell." She said as she turned to walk out. Dean didn't know what to do, so he did the one thing he knew he wouldn't live if he didn't.
"I love you." She turned around at the door way, taken by surprise.
" Then why were you with that girl?"
"She came over and thought that I would uh," he coughed "like some attention."
"You sure that's all?" Jo asked, hoping inside that it was, and that he really did love her and that he wasn't just saying it because she was ready to leave.
"yes." Dean said, honestly. He never thought this would be how he told her he loved her, but as long as she believed him he didn't care.
"I love you too." Jo walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed. It was one of long hot Dean kisses mixed with the sweet taste of Jo's lips. His arms went to her lower back as they prolonged in the kissed.
Sam walked in and stood in the doorway. He awkwardly rubbed his across the back of his neck. He cleared his throat to announce his entrance. They broke away slowly, hands drifting as they separated.
"Sorry Sammy, didn't know you were here." Jo joked smiling. Sam looked at them in confusion.
"Oh come on Sam. You know we love you." Jo walked over to Sam and hugged him around the waist. He put his hand on her back, still confused.
"Were not fighting Sam, no need for the confused expression." Dean said, putting his arms behind his head as he laid down on the bed. He grinned. Sam smiled.
"That sucks, cause it would've been great to come in here watching you two bite each others heads off." He laughed.
"Shut it Sam." Dean said and threw a shirt at him.
Jo laughed and pulled her shirt off over her head and walked over to her bag near the foot of Sam's bed. Sam stared, not sure why she just stripped down in front of them. Sure she was in her bra, but it was still, um, exposing herself. Jo looked behind her over her shoulder while she was still bent over.
"Sam, don't be scared, it's just skin." Meanwhile, Dean looked over and saw her take off her shirt, exposing her black bra and flat curvy stomach and waist. He stared, all of a sudden very uncomfortable in his pants.
"Shit Jo." Dean muttered under his breath as he stared. Jo had looked through the bag until she found what she was looking for, a tight red tank top that stopped a little before her pant line. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs and shook them next to the bag. Sam just about died of a heart attack, Dean's eyes were glued to Jo's lower body.
She reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a pair of baggy cotton pajama pants. She pulled them over her small undies and straightened. She glanced over at Sam and Dean and their hot-and-bothered expressions.
"Boys." She muttered with a smirk and walked over to the bed.
"So what do you guys wanna watch?" She asked casually. She sat next to the laying down body of Dean on the bed and picked up the remote and turned on the tv.