Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the Winchester boys... If i did i probably would be doing alot less writing.

This is my first fanfic and it follows the Dean/Jo relationship

Chapter 1

She searched the crowd for his leather jacket, the lack of him gnawed at her insides; she needed him like she needed oxygen, maybe more. And then suddenly, out of no where, he was walking towards her. The very fact of him being there made her head swim, and just as she felt that she was going to faint, she felt his strong hand on her shoulder.

"Dean." A whisper that barely escaped her lips and died in the air between them. "Jo. What are you doing here? Are you ok?" He nearly yelled in his low husky tone. She nearly cried out with frustration, there it was. That strong commanding tone, the tone he took with Sam, the tone of deep love, affection and caring. Everything she felt for him, except she did not see him as a big brother. She saw him as her hunter in gleaming leather.

"No… Dean I…" She trailed off, the musky sent of his leather intoxicated her, and once more she saw the world swim before her eyes. She gasped and gripped his manly arms for support. Her last hunt had taken a greater toll than she had ever imagined. As the world went dark around her, she felt her self being lifted and whisked away by her hunter.

Dean Winchester carried Jo bridal style into his hotel room and laid her on his bed. He studied her petite figure and wondered what on earth she could have been hunting that had injured her so greatly. He didn't know how much time passed as he listened to Jo's shaky breathing, it could have been 15 seconds, it could have been 15 minutes, when he heard a sound at the doorway. "Umm Dean… Why is Jo passed out on your bed?"

"Sammy!" Dean's voice came out high pitched and squeaky like a startled teenager. Quickly he cleared his throat and tried again. "Sammy" To his good fortune his voice found its usually pitch. "I found her struggling to stand in town; she passed out just as I got there." Sam's puppy dog eyes filled with concern.

"Do we know what she was hunting?"

"Yeah, she mentioned that to me right after passing out." Dean shot back while grabbing a beer from the fridge. "Right well, how did she find us?"

"How do you know she was looking for us?"

"Dean, do you think it's a coincidence we ended up in the same place?"

Dean glanced from the sleeping figure on the bed to his brother. "Yes"

Sam sighed; Dean wasn't going to accept that Jo was looking for him, any sooner than he was going to accept his feelings for her. And then without warning Jo's eyelids fluttered open. Her hunter instincts acted up she bolted up and grabbed her knife from her boot and pointed it to the two bodies in the room.

"Jo, Relax, it's only us." Sam said his hand in front of his body, motioning for her to put the knife down. As the memories of the morning flooded her mind she fell back down on the bed. By the time she looked up Sam was kneeling to her left, but Dean lent against the wall at the back of the hotel room, his arms crossed face down.

"Jo." Sam's voice forced her to tear her eyes away from his brother. "What happened?"

"I was on a hunt and… Things just got bad"

"What were you doing on a hunt by yourself?" Dean's husky voice bellowed from across the room. "Dammit Jo what were you thinking?"

"I can take care of myself Dean." Jo said lifting her chin "I'm not some damsel in distress that can't take care of herself. I'm a hunter, just like you."

"It didn't seem like that… What was it? Half an hour ago?"

"Dean!" Sam and Jo yelled at the exact same time.

"Dean, why don't you just lay off her for a bit, just until she feels better?"

"Right." Dean yelled and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Sam looked from the door to where Jo sat, still gazing after his brother.

"Did I miss something?"

"No! Well I…"

"Do you just want to tell me what happened?"

"Oh God Sam, nothing happened, he just…"

"I meant with the hunt."

"Oh! Well…"

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