Summary: AU. She was drawn to Dean because he understood. He protected, he held, he loved and he cared. That's what she needed. Jo Harvelle needed someone to care. It transpired that Dean Winchester did too. PLEASE REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.

A/N: Hey! I hope you like this fic. Jo and Dean are already together and have been for three years.

Background info: Jo's father left before she was born and Dean's mother died in a house fire.

We Go Together

-One-

She was drawn to Dean because he understood. He protected, he held, he loved and he cared. That's what she needed. Jo Harvelle needed someone to care. It transpired that Dean Winchester did too.

Jo sat outside her new home, thinking of her recently deceased mother, Ellen. Cancer had to be the worst way to go. Ellen had a long, drawn out and damn painful end to her life, and if Jo could have, she'd have taken her mother's pain away without hesitation. She stayed by her mom's side until the very end, stroking her face tenderly as she slipped into eternal sleep. Her new carers, Karen and Bobby Singer were trying so hard to understand and to comfort her, but the only person who could understand such grief was Dean Winchester. His father John and his little brother Sam were the only people he had left, apart from Jo of course. She broke into tears and grabbed her cell phone. She pressed number one on her speed dial and smiled through the pain as she heard that familiar voice on the end of the line.

The Impala pulled up outside Dean's house and the seventeen year olds were met by John as he left for another out of town trip.

"Hey, Jo." He called as he walked down the steps, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm alright thanks, John." Jo replied, trying to keep her tears back as the older man rubbed her back before heading to his car.

When he was out of sight, Jo looked up at her boyfriend with tearful eyes and Dean grimaced, pulling her into an embrace.

"Dean…" she whispered, "I really miss my mom…and I know it's pathetic and chick-flick but I do…"

"It's not pathetic to miss your mother, Jo," Dean replied, kissing her temple, "I still miss mine."

That's when Jo broke into tears and held onto Dean tightly, Dean keeping her safe in his arms until she calmed a little.

"Come on." He said softly, sliding their hands together and leading her into the house.

As Dean pulled his shirt off, Jo noticed another set of bruises on him, frowning as she ran her fingers over them and Dean winced.

"It's not…umm…it's not easy having a little brother with anger issues…" Dean said quietly, Jo knowing perfectly well how much it hurt him both physically and emotionally when Sam had a temper tantrum.

He had them a lot, but not of the childish kind. It was an issue he'd had since their mother had passed away when he was five and Dean was nine.

"Dean…you can't let him hurt you that way." She whispered, sighing softly when Dean lowered himself so their bodies were flush and kissing her lips.

"We'll talk about it later." He whispered kissing her cheek and then her neck, Jo's small hands carding through his hair and resting on his face.

That was always Dean's solution: We'll talk about it later. Jo remembered that they rarely talked about things and she knew this couldn't be good for them.

The shouting began downstairs and Dean jumped straight off of Jo, running down the stairs to calm Sam down before he hurt himself again.

-TBC-

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