Chapter 1: Southern Belles

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes

I screamed aloud, as it tore through them,

and now it's left me blind

"Cosmic Love"- Florence + the Machine

Lawrence, Kansas ~ 1855

Joanna Beth Harvelle woke with the early crack of dawn peaking through her curtains. She gently slipped out of her warm bed and put on her slippers. She walked over to the curtains and thrust them open. The warm sunshine beat down on her making her curls glow in the light. It was a beautiful day in Lawrence, Kansas.

Jo walked over to her big wooden dresser. She picked out a dress made of smooth, blue silk fabric with white lace trimmings. It was a rarity to have such nice clothes in Lawrence, but things were different when your father owned the largest plantation in the territory. Although if it were up to Jo, she would rather wear pants and some dirty, old boots. Dresses & corsets were too fancy for her, but that was the way she was raised. She had a reputation to uphold sadly.

"Jo! Come down for your breakfast! It ain't getting' any warmer," yelled Ellen from downstairs. "I'm coming!" she replied as she finished dressing.

Jo made her way down the stairs quickly. She loved to eat and Karen Singer, their cook, sure could whip up one heck of a storm! Jo made her way to the large dining room table and sat down next to her father, Bill. She kissed him on the cheek. "Mornin', Daddy!"

"Morning, sweet pea."

Ellen stared at Jo from across the table and eyed her happily. "What took you so long this morning? Tryin' to impress somebody?"

Jo shot a smile back at her mother. "Impress somebody? I ain't getting married anytime soon." Ellen was always bugging Jo about getting married off to some rich plantation owner's son, but Jo couldn't care less.

Bill laughed. "Sure, you ain't. That's because your Daddy's little girl."

"Sure am, Daddy!" Jo said while jamming a mouthful of hot grits into her mouth.

After breakfast Jo got up and walked out on to the verandah. The verandah was large and circled around the entire mansion. It was white like the rest of the house with green rails. She spotted the farm hands picking wheat. Bobby Singer, Karen's husband, was working a sweat in the Kansas heat. Beside him was John staring lazily at the stalks of wheat with a sad look on his face.

John Winchester stood out from all the rest. He worked hard as well as he could even though he drowned his sorrows every night with whiskey. His wife, Mary, had died in a fire about 17 years ago. Right after Jo was born.

They had a son, Dean, who was only four at the time. He worked with his father and took care of him. He was twenty-one, strong, and a hard-worker, but he bugged the heck out of Jo! He was always finding ways to mess with her. When they were kids, he put itching powder in her dress. Jo was scratching all day before she saw him chuckling and realized what he had done. God almighty, he was annoying!

Jo looked out among all the workers and scanned for Dean, but she couldn't find him. Where was he and what was that boy up to now?

A pair of big, warm hands then grabbed her waist. "Boo!"

Jo jumped instantly and clutched her chest. "Damdn't Dean! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Got you good, didn't I?" He smirked, his bright green eyes shining mischievously. Jo took in his appearance. He was wearing black trousers and a loose white shirt. His muscles were clearly evident and slightly sweaty due to the heat. Dean was always handsome and over the years he seemed to have gotten more gorgeous by the day, but he still was a cocky ass most of the time!

"Whatever! It wasn't that scary. I ain't falling for it next time."

"Next time? So you want this to happen again. Well Jo, if I didn't know any better, I think you liked having me grab you."

"Well, then I guess it's a good thing you don't know any better." She smirked back at him. She wasn't going to let him win this round.

"Oh, well," Dean started, "well, you know-"

Her smirk grew even wider. "Dean Winchester at a loss for words. Let me know when you got a comeback," she said while waltzing off.

Dean scratched at his head. She won that round fair and square. He secretly liked it when she outsmarted him. He smiled at how gorgeous she looked in her blue dress. She was so beautiful, but he could never have her. Farmhands didn't marry wealthy Southern belles.

Jo continued to walk away from the plantation down the dirty road. She just needed some fresh air to breathe, away from society life. Jo paused while walking and saw a brown dog lying in the dirt in the middle of the road. She bent over and looked at him. The poor thing was covered in dirt and smelled terrible. Flies circled around him. She shushed them away with her hand and petted the dog. It looked up at her and licked her hand. "Now who's a good boy?" She petted the dog and he rolled over. She scratched his belly. Jo was too absorbed with the dog to notice the dark black carriage coming straight for her down the road. The horses pounding grew louder and louder. "Move!"

Jo turned around, but she couldn't move. She was frozen in place. The shock registered first, then the panic. She tried to lift the dog up, but it was nearly dead. "Come on! Move, boy!" she shouted. She nudged the dog with her foot and it stood up. It took off running. Jo turned around, her eyes widening, to see the carriage right before it her head on.

Author's Note: This is an AU Dean/Jo fan fiction set in the South about 5 years before the Civil War, but won't really be entering that timeline. I hope everyone likes it! I've got the entire outline for the story basically done. It takes place in Lawrence in 1855, a year before the famous Sack of Lawrence, which started Bleeding Kansas-so if you don't know what that is, brush up on your history.

P.S: Sam and Dean are not related in this story. Dean is 21, Sam is 19, and Jo is 17. Enjoy and please leave reviews! :)