The music is pounding through her ears, the heat of tangled bodies surrounding her flesh, but all Jo could focus on was the two men ahead of her, doing their best to get out of the club and into the alley.
Jo was excited, because it had been a long time since she had seen Dean, and with an after thought Sam too, and she was looking forward to see him...them.
She couldn't wait to surprise Dean, show him how much she had grown, there was no way he could ignore her, think of her as a kid.
She eagerly pushed the door open, and froze at the sight before her eyes.
Pushed up against the wall was Dean, moaning and arching his back, rubbing Sam's hair and gripping his head, which was currently bobbing up and down on Dean's hard cock.
"God Sammy, yes just like that, fuck I love this." Dean gasped, and then pulled Sam off his cock and began kissing him eagerly, hard and strong.
Jo's lip quivered as she realized that even though she was plainly in sight, he still didn't have eyes for her.
"C'mon Sammy, over here, come on, you want me to fuck you still right?" Sam lifted up, and latching himself onto Dean's back, kissing his jaw and biting his neck, they moved out of Jo's point of view, giving her a choice: Watch them go further with each other, or leave and pretend she had never seen them together.
Leaving of course, wasn't an option. How could she walk away from that?
Jo walked on a little ways, and then stopped and hid behind a dumpster, just in time to watch Dean enter Sam, and hear his moans.
"Dean please, harder fuck I love you...oh God." Sam opened his eyes and gripped the rail in front of him, then lifted his head and focused his gaze long enough to catch a familiar face, and then he formed a smile, followed by a gasp as Dean found his prostate.
Jo was captivated by the Winchesters, because even though she felt her heart breaking even more than the last time she saw Dean, what really struck her was that Sam was looking straight at her, with a smug grin, mouthing "He's mine" before groaning louder, taunting her by begging and shouting Dean's name as he came, still staring her straight in the eye.
"Fuck Sam, Sammy God I love you, love you so much." Dean yelled, and Jo watched the look of sheer devotion on Dean's face as he came, face tucked in the nape of Sam's neck.
Jo lifted her hand to her face, realizing that tears were cascading down to her chin, and her eyes flicked back to Sam and Dean, who were sharing slow, careful kisses and only had eyes for each other.
Standing up straight, Jo lifted her head and gave a quick nod to Sam, who merely blinked and tilted his head in acknowledgement before turning back to Dean and kissing him, as Jo walked back in the moonlight, and away from what she now understood would never be hers.