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Mission Accomplished
Why won't you answer your phone!" Dean muttered angrily as he threw his cell on the bed. Ellen asked them to check in with her every once in a while, that's why he was calling, it had nothing to do with the little voice in the back of his mind that was hoping Jo might answer instead. Sam saw an opening and couldn't resist.
"Is that disappointment I hear, Dean?" He asked with a smirk. Dean had been trying to hide his feelings for Jo ever since they met her; Sam could see right through it. Jo was still oblivious though. The two of them still danced around each other and acted like they couldn't care less, but it was painfully obvious to everyone around them that they weren't fooling anyone but each other. Ellen, Bobby, and Sam had even started betting on how long it would be before the tension inevitably became too much. So far, Sam was winning. Ellen and Bobby had lost months ago, saying 'there's no way they can go much longer than this'. Sam laughed and put his money down much further down the timeline. 'Never underestimate the stubbornness of a Winchester' he thought.
"Oh, shut it, Sam. I'm goin' for a drink." Sam had been so lost in thought he barely registered Dean's response before the shorter man was out the door.
While Dean was out, Sam made use of his time alone by calling Bobby and searching for a hunt anywhere near the roadhouse. Sam's bet was coming due and he was not going to loose because the love birds didn't see each other. Not if he had anything to say about it.
Dean drove to the neon illuminated bar down the street from the only motel in this no name town he and Sam found themselves stuck in tonight. As long as it had alcohol, it was good enough for him. He couldn't get Jo out of his mind, even when he slept, she was haunting his dreams. All he needed was one night of dreamless sleep to get his head on straight and maybe a few glasses of hard liquor would help.
When he arrived back in the room late that night, he expected to find Sam asleep. He realized that this was not the case when he opened the door and saw Sam sitting on the bed with his computer out, researching a hunt. He was quite pleased about it too if the glimmer in his eye was anything to go by.
"Hey, Dean. I got a hunt for us. Bobby said something's wrong in a town in Nebraska. Nine people in the last month have gotten appendicitis and apparently, either that 'nonessential organ' is pretty essential or something else is going on considering every one of the patients died less than three hours later. We gotta swing by and check it out. Plus, I figured we should stop by the Roadhouse after, seeing as the hunt is only two towns over. We'll leave in the morning?" Sam rattled off quickly while trying to remain nonchalant about it.
Dean tried to process all the information Sam just gave him, but the alcohol-induced haze was making that difficult. Hunt. Bobby. Monster. Roadhouse. Wait, Roadhouse. Jo was at the roadhouse. He just finished getting drunk to get her off his mind and Sam barely lets him get in the door before once again, throwing her to the forefront of his thoughts.
"Whatever, dude. I'm going to bed." He managed to say before heading off to the bathroom without giving Sam any more time to gauge his reaction.
Morning arrived far too soon for the likes of Dean Winchester. Not only had Jo Harvelle plagued his dreams once again, but he had a slight hangover from last night's activities. He was not a happy camper, unlike his aggravatingly perky brother who was looking especially chipper on this foul morning. They wasted no time in getting breakfast in some hole-in-the-wall dinner and hitting the road. Dean was trying to write of the tingling all over him that had been growing ever since Sam mentioned they would be visiting the Roadhouse the night before as remnants of that hangover, but let's face it, he hadn't had a hangover that lasted past noon since he was 23, no matter how much he drank. It was now 3:00 pm and the tingling was worse now than ever. 'I am not excited to see her. I am not excited to see her.' He repeated like a mantra in his head as he pulled into the bar.
"Hey, boys. 'Bout time you showed up again." Ellen called from behind the counter when she saw the two Winchester's enter Harvelle's Roadhouse. Jo was out getting snacks but Ellen had no doubt her reaction to the elder brother's arrival would be an interesting one to watch. Ellen was normally an over-protective grizzly bear when it came to her only daughter but she had long since accepted Dean as family and was now just waiting for the hunter to wise up to his feelings and make a move. It was clear to her that Dean had feelings for Jo and vice versa. That didn't mean it was clear to the two individuals in question.
At that moment, Jo called out "Hey, Mom. I'm back. I'm going to go put this stuff in the store room."
"Don't bother, baby. Come see who finally showed up."
The moment Jo came through the door, Dean's heart rate shot up. Little did he know, Jo's did the same the second she saw him standing there.
A/N: I hope you guys like it. I already have the next chapter written so I'll probably post tomorrow or Saturday at the latest. Thank you and God bless.