So, I own nothing. This is based off of Jason Aldean with Kelly Clarkson "Don't You Wanna Stay?". Love the song and thought it fit Jo and Dean...The idea and Johnathan Dean are mine...

Jo couldn't help it. She fell in love with a man she wasn't supposed. Not because her mother forbid it, but because she knew as soon as she let herself fall, she would never be able to stop. But, she did. She let herself fall anyway, not paying attention to that little voice- that sounded just like her mother- telling her to yell at him, tell him she didn't want him. Jo didn't listen. When Dean Winchester showed up at her door, she let him in, unable to turn away those green eyes.

He said he'd just left Sam at Bobby's, knowing he'd be safer there, than with him. He checked out the new Roadhouse- it was awesome- and also spoke with her mother. That's how he found her. Drove down from Bobby's just to make a visit to his favorite women.

Jo rolled her eyes at that and sent her hair over her shoulder. She grabbed two beers from the fridge, tossing one to him. He caught it in a swift movement and smirked at her. She watched him chug the alcohol, not pausing to take a breath.

"Dean, I-"

Before she could say anything, he was on her. Kissing her, lips moving in synchronization. She let him kiss her, though she kissed back. She pulled from him moments later, giving him a questioning look.

"I really don't wanna let this moment go. But when a goodbye kiss, feels like this?"

Jo was lost. Goodbye? Where was he going? He pressed his lips to her again, letting his arms circle her waist. His hands rested just above her butt.

Jo was getting lost in this. Here was Dean: The most wanted hunter, the guy who shot first and asked questions later. He was tough, no emotions, no sappy stuff. Just the hard shell. But now? He was breaking, right in front of her. He kissed her as if it was going to keep him alive.

Jo pushed him away. "Dean? I'm so confused. What's this about?"

He ran his hand over his face, and stepped toward the window of her apartment.

"Jo, I've made a deal. I can't get out of it. There's nothing anyone can do. And I might as well go out with a bang, right?"

His sick attempt at a joke pissed Jo off. She charged at him, hitting him so hard, there were surely going to be bruises.

"How dare you! You stupid ass! What's your freakin' problem!" her yells are drown out by her cries.

He holds her, just letting her get it out.

"I'm so sorry, Jo. I couldn't let Sam be dead." he whispers.

Her head shoots up.

"You did this for Sam?" She pushes him away, angrier than before. "All for Sam! Did you ever think he wanted you to just let him be dead?"

Jo picks up a coffee mug and chucks it at his bewildered expression.

"Yeah, I called him a while back. He said he would rather be dead, at least then you'd be with me and happy! But you brought him back! Now, you'll never be able to have me! Because this damn war is ruining the chances of you ever being able to stay alive!"

Dean gapes at her. This isn't going according to his plan.

Jo runs at him, and slaps him. He touches his reddening cheek and looks at her.

"Hit me, then. Beat me until I can't move. But know this. The more time you spend on trying to hurt me, the less time we'll be able to spend together. I came here to show you that you're not a little school girl, or like a sister to me." Dean looks at her, touching her hand.

Jo's eyes are filled with tears. The one guy she knew she couldn't have, wanted her. He actually gave a rat's ass about her.

Dean takes his thumb and wipes away the pain falling from her face.

"Please, Jo, just let me stay."

Jo drags in a ragged breath and nods.

"Just, let's take it slow, I don't wanna move too fast. I don't wanna make just love, Dean. I wanna make love last. Okay?"

Dean presses his lips to her again, this time more forceful. She allows him to whatever he wants, because, to be honest, she wants that too.

In the morning, after a night of heated passion and crying, Jo wakes up and makes breakfast. He's asleep on her bed, clutching her pillow. She sheds a few more tears as the bread pops out of the toaster.

Eggs, toast, bacon and pancakes engulf the apartment as she brings a tray in for Dean.

She nudges him, he moans, asking for ten more minutes.

"Up, food."

Dean opens his eyes and gives her a sad smile. His shirt is wrapped around her body and he can bet that that's the only she's wearing under there.

They eat, talking more. She asks how long he has. He tells her two weeks. He stopped here, to make sure he had plenty of time with her. That makes the pain fall from her face again. Dean let's out a few tears as he kisses her.

They fall into an insane pattern of sex, breakfast, walk around town and then back to the apartment for dinner. She's never out of his sight, and he always follows her. No matter where she goes. But, by the end of the week, he tells Jo that he's leaving Wednesday. He has to. Sam needs him and, as much as he needs her right now, his brother is a necessity.

She nods, understanding the bond between her favorite brothers. They spend the rest of that time together. Doing nothing but loving each other and talking.

By Wednesday, Jo hasn't stopped crying. Dean isn't for sure why. She's told him it's not that he's leaving her forever, she can live with his decision, it's much worse.

Totally perplexed, Dean let's his mouth cover hers in a kiss she'll most likely be dreaming about for the rest of her life. He tells her the one thing she's only dreamed of.

"Jo, I love you, okay? Take care of Sammy for me, if you can."

Jo's eyes are full of water for the billionth time this week. "'Kay, Dean-o."

When he leaves, he honks goodbye, she sends him a tearful wave and collapses on the sidewalk.

"We can make forever feel this way, Dean. Don't you wanna stay?"

Her last words to him as he kissed her cheek and closed the Impala door.

By the end of the week, she gets a call from Sam. He's crying, telling her he couldn't do anything to stop it. He says sorry thirty two times, she counted.

"He's gone, Jo. Gone forever, and I've even tried making deals. No demon wants to take it."

She scolds him for even thinking about doing something so stupid. Then she tells him what she couldn't tell Dean earlier that week.

"Sam, he's not gone forever. In nine months, there's going to be a pain in the ass just like him crying in my arms."

He's shocked. She can tell. He rushes to her apartment and starts asking questions.

Sam takes care of Jo through those nine months. He goes off to hunt and figure out if he can save his brother. (He can't, he knows, but he does it anyway.)

Then their baby is born. Little Jonathan Dean Winchester graces their presence kicking and screaming.

She's happier than she has been in a while. Sam holds his nephew, crying like a buffoon.

Then his cell rings and he shifts Little John to pull out his phone and see it's Bobby.

"Bobby! He's here! Jo just had him. Where are you?"

Sam's smile fades and his eyes widen. He looks at Jo and tears fall again. He takes his nephew over to his mom and speaks quietly into the phone.

"Okay, Bobby. Be there in two days."

Jo's upset that he's leaving that she barely hears him.

"What?" she asks.

"Dean's alive. I don't know how, but he's at Bobby's and he's looking for us. I'll go and call you later."

Sam's gone before she can say another word. When her mom comes in she fills her in. She takes her grandson in her arms so Jo can shower and get dressed.

Jo takes her son and kisses his little head.

"Let's go kick your daddy's ass, okay kid?"

Jo smiles as John gurgles in response.

We can make forever feel this way, Dean. Don't you wanna stay?

So that's it...random spurt of an idea...Review, like it whatever...check out my Draco/OC story Red Tulip.