He's got her bent over the pool table, ass-fucking her shallow and hard but really trying to make it deep and slow. It hurts, and between that and feeling her hip pressed and held against the rail you'd think it'd be unbearable but Jo can't really bring herself to care. Dean's gruff in her ear and rough in her ass, and ain't that just it--finally losing her virginity and her cunt's still air-lock tight.

His fingers are thick and calloused inside her--against her, really--and she can't help but wonder if Dean's just trying to ground himself rather than get her off. The rough pad feels good but the jagged nail worries her, and she wonders if he's already lost control and imagines what'd that really look--feel--like.

He doesn't say her name when he comes, doesn't say anyone's name just grunts fuck and pulls at her shoulder, eliciting a sharp pain when he grabs a fistful of hair with it. No, she didn't expect him to say her name or even his, but she doesn't need names to know this really isn't about her.

He pulls out and away, taking the warmth of his body and leather jacket with him, leaving the small of her back and ass victim to the rank air. She reaches for the denim around her knees, hoping for some shield before picking a fight--

"Jesus, Dean. I don't know what happened after the Roadhouse but--"

He spins her roughly and if it weren't for the corner-pocket digging into her side, Jo would've tripped on her own jeans, legs disoriented after being jerked by denim in so many different directions.

He's grabbed her hips and yanked at her fly--she heard the tear and pull which rendered the zipper useless--and currently has thick lips, slick teeth and angry tongue working against her, challenging her to challenge him. She's overwhelmed and dizzy, hand raking the air in effort to anchor herself. Her palm grazes coarse hair but then moves back, settling on the table's green, infinitely more safe.

Insistent tongue, and a slick hand moves back, fingering her sore opening and she keels, rushing warm and wet against his chin. Lamely she wishes she too could resist names as she comes.