Series Title: Happily Ever After?
The following are a series of short stand-a-lone Dean/Jo Supernatural stories. These ficlets are a continuation of where my "What Was and What Could Possibly Be" story ended. You don't have to read that story to appreciate these ones but you get a better sense of the tone of their relationship if you do. This series of snapshots will outline the progression of Dean and Jo's relationship. Spoilers right up to halfway through season two. Will those two crazy kids get together in the end? It might take awhile but what can I say, I'm a sucker for a happy ending.
Disclaimer note: This author is in no way associated with the writers and/or producers of the Supernatural show and all characters belong to the awesome Eric Kripke and his associates. No copyright infringement is intended.
Ficlet #1: "Getting Gooed"
The door to the run down motel room slams open and a string of muttering curses is heard from across the small space. Sam looks up from his laptop; a not so hidden smirk appearing on his face.
"Don't start," Dean warns him with a glare. "Friggin', stupid-ass ghost!" he continues muttering.
"What the hell happened to you?" Sam asks.
"What the hell do you think happened Sammy?" Dean replies, exasperation clearly evident in his voice. "I got gooed...that's what happened."
"You got what?"
"Clean the shit out of your ears Sammy. I said I got gooed! I mean come on...look at me!"
Dean gestures toward himself, drawing Sam's attention to his dishevelled and dirty appearance. His brother's current state is most likely the result of the black sticky substance, covering almost Dean's entire body.
"Freaking' ghost had to be at least 100 years old and leaking ectoplasm like a damn Easter cream egg. Can you believe she thought she could handle it on her own?" Dean rants.
"So she was having problems exorcising it then?" Sam inquires, still smiling, thoroughly enjoying his brother's current predicament. There is no response to his question however.
"Dean?"
"Well technically she would have had problems if I hadn't provided a distraction," he finally replies.
Sam's sudden laughter is cut off by the bursting open of their motel door. An extremely angry Jo Harvelle appears within its frame, looking directly at Dean with a fixed glare.
"Dean Winchester! What the hell did you think you were doing busting in on my hunt?" Dean only stares back at her sheepishly while Sam sighs. He then shakes his head signalling an "I told you so" that could be aimed at either one.
Silence fills the room and a staring contest ensues between the two warring hunters.
"Well I think I'll take a walk," Sam announces and quickly exits the room, laptop in hand.
"Listen Jo," Dean begins, "before you start bitching me out, I was only trying to help."
"Did I SAY that I needed your help?" she retorts. "In fact, I explicitly remember telling you I had everything under control."
"Yeah you did say that but..."
"Don't "but" me Dean Winchester. Yes, I promised you I would ask for help when I needed it and I have over the past few months since the whole Djinn thing but in this case I had everything handled."
"I know that Jo. It's just that Sam did some research and this ghost was a nasty old bastard. I was worried that maybe it was too much for you to handle all alone," Dean tries to explain.
"Were you lying to me when you told me you thought I was good hunter Dean?" Jo asks point blank.
"No," he replies immediately.
"Then why the hell can't you trust my judgement?" Her voice rises to a whole new level as she begins pacing back and forth across the small motel room floor. Dean knows Jo has a point so he decides to remain quiet for a moment to think up a good defence for his actions. After muttering a few more curse words he didn't even know she knew, Jo falls silent staring directly at him, death glare firmly in place. Finally Dean can't take the silence anymore and musters up the courage to speak.
"I'm sorry Jo," he says, "You're right. I was outta line."
More silence.
"Please say something. Tell me I'm an arrogant ass or whatever you want."
"You're an arrogant ass! Does that make you feel better?"
"Not really."
"Me neither!" she adds. "I guess it helps that you got gooed. At least it makes you look like the imbecile that you are!" Jo continues ranting wrinkling her nose as if noticing a sudden smell. "Man that stuff reeks! You need a shower Winchester...like now."
"Wanna join me Blondie?" Dean smirks at her.
"You wish. Dick."
Dean sighs defeated and begins to peel off his filthy clothes.
"Guess that's my cue to leave. God forbid I have to see you naked," Jo announces. It's a good thing his back is turned however, or Dean would have caught the wistful look on her face.
When she reaches the door, she turns to address him one final time. "Dean?"
He gazes up at her in response, shirtless with the first button of his filthy jeans unbuttoned. Jo can't stop herself from admiring the view. Focus girl!
"Even though I most definitely did not need your help...thanks anyway." Dean is shocked at the words coming from her mouth.
"I know you were just looking out for me and I guess that doesn't suck. Well...I'll see you around and try to stay out of trouble."
Dean's smile quickly switches to a frown as the door shuts and he gets another look at the damage in the bathroom mirror. He looks brutal and Jo's right...he really stinks! Man the things he'll do for a woman. Making his way to the shower while shedding his ruined clothes, Dean thinks maybe it's time to start thinking with his upstairs brain.
End.