This story is Sam/Jo and it probably makes no sense at all if you haven't read "The Strange Color of his Eyes" (my previous fanfic.) In case you haven't and you don't wanna go back there, well, in this 'verse, the boys and Jo have grown up together in the Roadhouse. Teen!Sam and Teen!Jo start having feelings for each other. The following story occurs during the summer before Sam goes to university. For all the readers that have been there before, this is what I promised. It's not a sequel, it's certainly not a prequel, so it is an... in-quel??

Disclamer: No, not mine. None of them. I wish.


Jo pouted to an impassible Sam.

"C'mon, let me see it. Pleaseee... Just a look"

John appeared in the doorway, catching them completely by surprise. Sam's face went white. Jo smiled, glad to have a new opportunity to practice her amazing ability to improvise lies.

"What's wrong?" John asked.

"Sammy won't let me see his new video game. And tomorrow is Friday, all of you will be hunting or working at the bar during the evening and there's nothing on TV," she sighed, expecting the man's sympathy.

"Sammy, let her see it whenever she wants to. What the fuck? Let her play with it tomorrow night. You can do it yourself all the time, let her have fun for a while, alright?"

"Yes, sir," he quickly answered.

As his father left the door of his room, Sam could see that victory look in her eyes. It was the kind of situation that at the same time thrilled her and made him so nervous his stomach turned. Sam shook his head. He couldn't believe she had the nerve not to move her hand from the inner part of his thigh during the whole conversation with his father. Not that he was complaining about that hand at that very moment. Jo giggled the way she always did when she meant trouble.

"So..." she bit her lip.

"No way, Jo. NO WAY. Are you mad? Not at home. If we get caught, your mom will shoot me before I even have the opportunity to..."

"If... if... if... You are no fun, Winchester",she squeezed his thigh, and changed her tone when she saw the tension in his face, "Sam, you know Fridays are very busy, and while they are working in the bar, the doors upstairs are locked. Won't we hear them coming before they open the third lock? Huh?"

"Uh-huh," he managed to answer, as he wondered whether she had just made sense or all his blood had decided to leave his upstairs brain.

"And you've told your father you'll let me see it," she gave him a big triumphant smile, "you know, he's even ordered you to let me play with it," she added, with a sassy look in her eyes.

"Because he thought you were talking about a video game," he almost whispered as he tangled his fingers in her hair.

He didn't know what he would do to stop himself from saying her name in dreams that night. Sam crossed his fingers for Dean to meet a girl 'interesting' enough because, god, he knew he was gonna spend the whole night dreaming of a teasing, tempting Jo who kept putting into words all his desires, one by one.

"Sam", she left a trail of kisses all along his jaw, "you know, if you", she giggled mischievously, as if she knew what was happening inside of him, "if you let me... I..."

"I know," he took a deep breath, "that's what I don't want."

She frowned and moved her body away from his. Suddenly, Sam felt colder than he had in a long time.

"I mean... Jo," he put his arm around her, "the problem is not that I don't want to. The problem is that I may want too much, you understand?"

Sam didn't know if the plain truth was going to work. For all he knew, she might send him to hell. He honestly hoped she didn't. That she realised it was better to take things slower, to wait for her to grow up a bit and be ready.

She lifted her gaze from the table. He had barely seen such a serious look in her eyes before. Her voice did not tremble a bit when she spoke.

"What if I want everything?"

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