Rating: PG

Spoilers: S2 No Exit & Heart

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, zip. So don't sue.

Note: Something fluffy/fun and not so angsty. This was posted ages ago, but I've finally had the chance to finish all the chapters. Please R & R - cause it fuels the fire! :D

"Dean."

"Mehm."

"Dean, wake up."

Dean cracked an eyelid and moaned in reaction to the sudden downpour of sunlight on his face. He grunted and rolled over onto his side. The pain in his neck reminded him loudly that it was not impressed about the previous nights sleeping position.

"You ok?" Sam asked peering down at him.

"I'm fine," Dean mumbled and reached for his pillow. He stopped short. Hand still on the pillow, he opened both eyes, and turned to Sam.

"Weren't we in the woods? How did we get back to the motel?" He asked, confused.

Before Sam had a chance to answer his question, Dean tried to sit up.

"Son of a bi –" He moaned grasping his lower back and massaging the muscles into submission. He started to straighten his back, stretching and pulling at the muscles until the pain flared and he stopped.

"We got it," Sam explained cryptically as he watched his brother tenderly prod his spine. "After you blacked out –"

"I didn't black out," Dean quickly corrected his brother. He looked down at his legs and realized he was still wearing his muddy clothes from the day before, including his shoes. "A freaking yeti threw a tree at my head, Sam," he explained, trying to remember anything past the tree landing on him.

"I know. I saw," Sam reminded him sympathetically. "Jo managed to lure the creature into a cave and we ambushed it." Sam grinned and motioned to the shower door. "She's very proud of the scar on her leg."

"I bet she is," Dean mumbled shutting his eyes as another wave of spasms danced up his back. He suspected he was sporting a large scar of his own across his back where the tree branches had hit him. "I bet she wrote all about it in her diary."

"Dean," Sam warned, but was waved off. Lying back down, Dean rolled onto his stomach and buried his head into the starchy motel pillows. He scrunched up his nose. Pushing up and resting on his elbows, he tossed the pillow at Sam and grabbed another one from the other bed.

"Smells like a girl," he explained and lay back down.

Sam didn't bother telling Dean that he had just gotten rid of his own pillow and was now sleeping on Jo's pillow. Shaking his head, he left his brother to sleep and went in search of breakfast. When he shut the door behind him the shower was still running.

***

Jo admired her cut in the mirror. A blotchy, red, lightning bolt-shaped scar ran diagonally across her calf and ended at her ankle. She grinned happily and wrapped the small towel around her and started brushing her teeth. Once clean, she reached for her bag; only to realize she'd left it on her bed. Having been so eager to wash the dirt and grime from her body, she had forgotten to bring her clothes in with her.

She opened the door and peaked out. Dean was snoring loudly on the double bed, completely oblivious, while Sam was nowhere in sight. Holding the towel tightly around her, she quickly grabbed her bag from her bed.

She was halfway across the room when Dean mumbled her name. Curious, Jo craned her neck to look over at Dean. His eyes were shut, but his mouth was curved in a wicked grin. He mumbled her name again and she couldn't stop the excited beat in her heart.

"Come 'ere," he mumbled in his sleep rolling over. With his back now to her, she crept forward and tried to make out what he was saying. Defying her common sense that shouted for her to go back to the bathroom, she stood at the end of his bed and listened intently. Her heart beating fast, she smiled as she realized Dean was dreaming about her.

"Ghosts…you gotta…Sam… I need you to…."

Disappointed that Sam was in the dream too, she turned around and headed back to the bathroom. She had just put her bag on the bathroom sink and was about to shut the door when she heard him moan. Ears perked up, she leaned out of the bathroom and listened intently.

"So…beautiful…just…I…you know…Jo." Dean rolled over again, his leg kicking out and his left arm reaching for something. His arm dropped back against the bed and he mumbled again.

Deciding she couldn't resist, Jo crept to the table and picked up her cell phone. Switching it to video mode, she zoomed in on Dean in time for him to mumble her name again. Biting her lip to stop from laughing, she filmed him as he reached out into nothing again.

"Jo…just…gotta go to the dance….Mine…se…pretty." She zoomed in on his eyes as they rapidly moved underneath his lids. She could tell by the rise and fall of his chest that he was doing something physical in his dream.

Suddenly, he moaned her name – so low and deep that the hair on the back of her neck stood at attention. She watched with morbid fascination as his back arched and his mouth opened wide. She nearly dropped the phone as his next sentence tumbled from his mouth.

"God…Jo…I'm coming."

The sound of a key turning in a lock alerted Jo in time to quickly dart into the bathroom and shut the door. She buried her phone in her bag. Jo heard Sam enter the motel room. She could hear him dump a plastic bag on the table and moving about.

"Hope you got me something," Dean's voice called out cheerfully.

Jo froze. She hesitated before leaning against the door to hear what they were saying. Dean was moving around and arguing with Sam about onions. There was no mention that he had been asleep seconds ago. At least pretending to be asleep, as she now realized, shaking her head. Jo quickly dried herself, got dressed and fixed her hair.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she found Dean sitting at the table scarfing down his breakfast. Shooting him a quizzical look, she tossed her bag next to Sam's and picked up her bottle of water.

"I'm going to have a shower," Sam announced standing up from the only other chair in the room. "Jo, your pancakes are in the bag," Sam told her as he drained the last of his coffee and tossed the empty cup in the trash. She nodded her thanks and dug into the bag.

Jo was just pouring syrup over her pancakes when Dean's voice caused her to spill some of it on the table.

"You know it's rude to spy on people when they're sleeping," he reprimanded, standin up. She felt herself go bright red and tried to school her features into an innocent expression.

"Then again," he walked round the table until he was behind her. He bent forward and whispered into her ear, "walking around in that hot little towel might excuse you."

Jo's skin was alive with goose bumps. She swallowed nervously. He chuckled and opened the motel door. She forced herself not to turn around. Once he closed the door, she relaxed and let out a deep breath.

As the red started to fade from her face, she narrowed her eyes at Sam's open laptop and an idea struck her. Maybe he wouldn't be laughing so hard when I upload the video of him sleeping to my YouTube account, she thought with a mischievous grin.

Jo abandoned her breakfast and went over to her bag. She growled when she saw the zipper was now open and knew he had taken her phone. Throwing her hands up in the air she shook her head and realized that he was pretty good at this game.

Dean was leaning against the Impala feeling victorious as he pulled Jo's phone from his pocket. Chuckling, he turned the phone over and switched it on.

It was to his disappointment that he realized the phone's sim card was missing.

"Damn it!" He swore.

Dean was good…but unfortunately for him, Jo was better.