She saw Dean for a split second and he looked… unbelievable. Jo figured that her heart would never get over her first intoxicating love. His eyes looked at her and she fought not to blush. After all the last time she saw him he said he would call but he didn't. What a dick, she thought. She saw him, and he saw her, it was time to go. She nodded and went into the abandoned warehouse to pack her weaponry clothes. It was a little dusty in there and very dirty. Through the open doors Dean sauntered through.
"Dean…" There was a place and a time for all heart and there was a place for steel. Cold, hard, unforgiving steel. This was one of those times. Jo's voice wavered, she knew, at first. She breathed in and tilted her head back letting her blond hair fall back. She snapped her head back up.
"Dean." This time there was no waver and she liked it.
"Jo." Dean looked her over. She looked… stronger, better.
"Now is not the best time." It really wasn't the best time. The world was falling apart and she intended to stop it. It was all too much. There was so much going on and she didn't need any more complications. Dean Winchester was definitely a complication. A damn sexy one though. She steeled herself against the thoughts that dragged her heart to the depth of love. Damn if she was going to go there.
Dean looked at her like she was water and he was still in hell. He was a dick though, and he knew it.
"You okay?" Short and sweet. He leaned up against the wall. Jo just smiled at him.
"Yea, good, fine, dandy, what do you want me to say, Dean?" She fired at him. Dean knew she was angry and he liked angry. Finally, not a Jo with puppy eyes, now a new place, different time. He pushed himself up from the wall and stared at her. He was hurt and wounded and need comfort. "Jo." He said again but softer this time. Jo saw what he was doing.
"Dean. Really? After all this time?" She shook her head. Of course he would. She watched him walk right up to her as she prepared herself.
"You did good today, kiddo." She didn't move and her face was inches from his. Then she laughed the sweetest laugh he had heard in a long time.
"I know Dean Winchester. It's been awhile." She stepped back and put a finger on his chest, it burned it was so hot.
"There is a lot to be done and we both know the situation." She said with the greatest regret. Dean didn't care. He reached out pulled on her arm slightly and she stepped into him. He cupped his hands around her cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss. Jo about melted. Dean's lips were soft and rough. She tried to stay still. When he lifted his head up he saw her eyes were still shut and her lips still slightly puckered. Surprisingly, she snapped out of it faster than she thought she could.
"Different time doesn't mean right time, Dean." Her eyebrow arched and she grabbed her knife. Pulling away from him was so difficult. She slung her pack around her shoulder and walked to the door.
"Bye Dean. I hope to see you soon." She meant it, because if she had any future, especially with him, they both needed to do what they needed to do. "I'll be damned if I didn't go there." She muttered to herself on the way out.
Dean watched her walk out the door and was missing her already. A feeling came over him, one of the almost happy feelings. His cell phone rang and saw it was Castiel, back to work for now. But soon he would make it a point to continue what he had just started.