IN DENIAL
WOW: sticky. Jo is a tough, sassy, independent lady. She really, really, REALLY doesn't have any 'feelings' for Dean.
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own them!
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Jo was Dean's friend.
That's all she was; all she wanted to be.
Anyone who thought she wanted anything else was an idiot.
She was his drinking buddy; someone he could laugh with, someone he could talk with about cars and guns and music.
She wasn't interested in being more. Not at all.
She wasn't watching the way those stupidly plush lips closed around the slice of pie he'd ordered, or the way his sinful tongue peeked out and swept the sticky coating of cherry juice away from them, missing the few scarlet drops which clung to his stubbled chin. She did not in any way want to lick those away for him.
She was not staring at the warm, alcohol-induced flush which stained his high, soft yet chiselled cheekbones, and she absolutely never noticed the bulge in his bicep as he lifted the glass to his lips.
Or the way his throat slowly convulsed as he drank.
And had she even seen the bead of sweat which escaped from his hairline and trickled down his temple until he reached up and wiped it away? Nope, not at all.
Yes, Jo was Dean's friend. That's all she was.
Really.
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