Want U Bad
AN: I would suggest listening to Travie McCoy & Ke$ha's "Want U Bad" while reading this. It is what inspired this, and I like it...it is great, those two musical match made by Castiel...lol that was cheesy...
Dean couldn't believe that Sam had managed to drag him to a club. The stobe lights and crappy music made his head hurt. The only redeeming quality was the sweaty girls pressed against him. The comfort of their touch was fleeting, none of them were more than a drink to him.
No girls were more.
Not to Dean Winchester.
"Lighten up, Dean." Sam was loud, struggling to be heard over the thick beat that was trying to beat through Dean's skin. "Isn't this your scene?"
Dean raised an eyebrow.
How in the hell could have suggested to Sam that this was Dean's kind of thing? His look of absolute disgust? His complaining the whole time?
"No." Dean didn't try to raise his voice, either Sam heard him or he didn't. Dean didn't care.
"You love naked girls." Sam was loud.
It was annoying.
Dean rolled his eyes. Sick of talking to Sam. Sick of talking to anyone.
He was sick of everyone.
Of the world.
It was his "responsibility" and he was sick of it. Nothing was worth saving.
No, he couldn't be this bitter. He wanted humanity to survive. But, he wanted to die. Go back to hell, or heaven, if the angels were telling the truth. He was over humanity, and didn't want his anymore.
He looked at the crowd of half-dressed girl and the guys who were sweating all over them. Most of them would hook-up tonight for quick passion that wouldn't last...wouldn't amount to anything...wouldn't matter when they died. Dean used to be all for a quick fuck, then he died. And none of those girls had made him the least bit happy when he was in hell, none of them made him miss the living...except one.
He had never touched Jo. Never kissed her, never fucked her. But the thought of her tiny frame trying to intimidate him eased his thoughts as long as being in hell allowed. He always tried to push those thoughts away, not wanting to tarnish them in hell.
Now, she was gone.
Castiel had confirmed it.
Castiel never lied to Dean, one of the good guys who didn't believe in it. It had hurt Cas to tell Dean, and Dean resented his pity. No one knew the truth.
Not even Jo.
And that's why Dean hated humanity.
He had messed up his chance. He was so fucking thick headed, thanks to humanity. Thanks to his father.
He didn't understand his emotions. He just pushed this as far back in his mind as he could. He never said I love you to anyone. And, only Sam had seen genuine emotion from him.
Sam was his other half, though. That was how John raised them.
The music changed to something loud and slow. The frantic motions left the dance floor and was replaced by a slow grind.
It was barely in his vision. A slight flash of blonde hair that made him turn. He saw only the receding body through the grind of the crowd.
It couldn't be her...could it?
Dean had come back. Certainly...
No, he told himself as his body moved into the formation of the dancers. He moved through them unnoticed, just another body. The blonde was right infront of him
His hand roughly grabbed the slender shoulder, turning her around.
"Hey, Dean." Jo's mouth formed a slow seductive smile. He couldn't actually hear her, she had moved closer to the speakers.
"Jo?" He raised his voice wanting to be heard.
She didn't reply, instead that smile stayed glued to her face and she winded her arms around his neck.
She began the slow grind of the music against him. Her hip swaying to each beat of the song. Her eyes remained glued to his, and he felt sick.
This couldn't be happening.
He didn't move, not wanting to end this...it had to be some sort of angel's trick, Jo was dead.
Dean was too.
Technically.
The angels might have pulled him out of hell, but he would never be a normal human again. He would always be dead, in a living body. A body that was meant for someone else.
One that wasn't meant to hold Jo. To have her dance so close to him.
She stepped even closer as if it were possible, and stood on her toes, "I've dreamed of doing this."
Her mouth was fighting against his, wanting him to kiss her back. Could he? Would it break this moment?
Dean didn't care anymore. He gave in kissing her back. He didn't take control of the kiss, it was her game.
The beat of the music was no longer a nuisance, it had entered his bloodstream and was beating inside of him. His arms went to Jo's waist. Her shirt had rode up, and his hands connected with bare skin.
She was all muscle, a prerequisite of a hunter.
This couldn't be real...
"Dean." Sam's yell jerked Dean and Jo apart.
Dean looked at his brother with the worst feeling like Sam was all a dream too.
"Yeah, Sam?" Dean smiled, keeping his arm around Jo's waist, trying to shake the odd feeling.
Sam started melting, growing shorter and glowing.
"Where have you been?" Castiel's face replaced Sam's. His eyes concerned and he was out-of-breath.
"Here, at the club." Dean replied.
"What club?"
Dean looked around but it was just a crappy anywhere motel room.
"But-ut..." Dean's grasp felt empty once again.
He knew it was too good to be true. And the grief rushed through him once more...the reality.
Sam...
Jo...
"Dean, you have been missing for days...no one could find you."
What the hell did that mean?
AN: I know it sounds a little like the last one with Trickster/Gabriel, but trust me this is not his doing...
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