Title: Every Which Way
Author: DeepBlueQL
Pairing/characters: Dean/Jo
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Anna Mason's life could not be more perfect. A loving husband, a beautiful daughter, and a peaceful home. But when Dean Winchester returns, he brings with him everything she thought she left behind: demons, dusty roads, and the name Jo Harvelle.
Spoilers: None if you know who Jo is.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
He leaned against the Impala, carefully parked in the shadows, his dark coat blending in with the dark night. Impatience crept up his spine and bled out through his idly tapping foot. He wondered if all PTA meetings took this long. The doors opened and disinterested teachers, soccer moms and fathers living vicariously through their children filed out. Amidst the mass of suburban banality, she stood out. Anna Mason, 4th grade teacher, home at 8025 Valley Orchard Ave, husband named Richard Mason, one daughter, Holly Mason.
He allowed himself a moment to watch her, taking stock of all the differences six years had brought. Her once long, soft flowing hair was cropped at chin length, passing headlights shining on the blonde curls. Her step was slower, less hurried, as if she had lost the eagerness of the youth he had always associated her with. Her figure was slightly fuller, softened from not having to run for her life on a regular basis. But despite this, her modest knee length skirt and conservative top, all in creams and pastels, an ensemble that she once would have scoffed at, couldn't hide a body that had been kept in careful shape, if lean calves and toned arms were anything to go by.
Anna neared her car and he began to make his way towards her. He had to forcibly restrain himself from rushing over and simply throwing her in his car. A long time had passed, but maybe not long enough.
The closer he got the more trouble he had reconciling the girl he knew with the woman he saw. Pumps. She was wearing pumps. Boots, yes. Sneakers, sure. Sandals and flip-flops from that week they spent on the coast, and maybe even the occasional pair of fuck-me heels that made his head spin and his blood rush. But pumps? Never. He began to have doubts. Maybe this was a waste of time. Maybe he had come all this way for nothing. And maybe she wasn't the one he needed anymore.
But maybe's flew from his mind when he grabbed her shoulder and suddenly found himself whirled around, pressed to the side of a car with a knife to his neck. He didn't need to look to know it was inscribed with the letters "W.A.H." She was still the one.
"What are you doing here, Dean?" Anna asked, her eyes narrowed in suspicion rather than widened in surprise.
"Hi, Jo."