RED
A Chestervelle drabble.
"You keep this up, and you're gonna get us kicked out of every bar we go to, Dean!" Jo exclaimed, throwing her duffel bag onto the motel's creaky bed.
"I didn't like the way that guy was looking at you, alright?!" Dean exclaimed back in defense, nearly copying her actions.
"Just because you don't like the way that guy was looking at me doesn't mean you can punch him in the face!" She banters. "It's a free country! People can stare wherever they want!"
Dean rolls his eyes.
He's livid with all this red-hot rage.
"Right, so him staring at you like a piece of meat is okay? Good to know, Jo."
"That's not what I meant, Dean, and you know it!" She calls after him as he slams the bathroom door behind him close.
Jo huffs and sits down on her bed, grabbing her bag and pulling out pajamas to change into. She's glad they got two singles instead of having to share a bed.
Ten minutes later, Dean emerges from the bathroom and takes a seat on opposite of Jo, who's looking away from him.
"I'm sorry, okay?" Dean apologizes, which is a rarity. "It's just, ever since Sam went off to do his own thing for a while, I'm…."
"Need someone to be protective over?" Jo supplies with a quirked eyebrow.
"Yeah." He nods lamely.
"I get it, Dean, but you know I can take care of myself." She tells him.
"I know." He states genuinely.
"Good." Jo nods. "Next time, turn it down or I'll kick your ass."