PART 2
Fade TO:
"Truth."
"Why do you do this?" she asked curious.
"Saving people, hunting things…" he smiled sheepishly, "It's the family business."
"Aw." She smiled, agreeing with that sentiment.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth!" she chose.
"Why do you do this?"
"My dad."
Sam nodded, with a grin, and Jo decided to move along.
"Truth or dare."
"Dare," Sam countered to her contest. Jo smiled and tapped her fingers on the gun by her side, trying to think up a devious dare that would keep them both on their toes before they were tempted to sleep again. It was 2:00 AM after all. Sam and Jo both couldn't help but wonder why they had opted for this job… lucky ol' Dean was probably back there hauled up with a secretary and an empty hotel room.
"I dare you to… kiss… the impala's tires."
Sam let out an inward groan, pretending to be distressed.
"Oh hey! What did you expect? This isn't happy hour!" she punched his shoulder again, and led him out to the cleared spot in the Fairy Field Forest. Sam pretended to be reluctant as he kneeled down and tossed his head to give her one last look of mock annoyance.
"Am I obliged to do this?" he questioned.
"Dare's a dare."
"Alright!"
His lips pressed gently against the rubber tires of the impala, Jo secretly took lots of pictures on her camera phone… before he jumped up and sputtered the taste of Lysol and dirt.
"Ew!" Jo hummed, before leading him back to the warm fire.
"Can't wait to show Dean that!" she said showing him the cell phone. Sam pretended to sigh, but secretly was very happy with this arrangement of truth or dare. It was quite fun. They split the candy bar and waited a little longer before Sam asked:
"Truth or dare?"
Jo pondered it over a little before replying, "Dare."
"Wait! Let me go grab some altoids real quick. The impala's mustn't brush her teeth often."
"How do you know it's a she?"
"Um… 'cause Dean says so!" teased Sam. They both broke out into laughter, before he headed off. Jo looked around her carefully because the second your partner leaves you always hear a gunshot or a loud scream and she was worried. Maybe for her, but very much for him. The one who went off always got hurt. It was horror movies rules. There was safety in numbers. For some reason though… it was Sam… and Sam wouldn't get hurt because he's Sam. Dean and Sam never got hurt. They were a safety net, a signal fire, or just plain hunting genius.
Man was she jealous sometimes.
"I got it!" he came back from the bushes and concluded: "You are gonna kiss Dean."
Jo gaped.
"WHAT?" she asked in shock.
"Next time you see him. Dare's a dare, Jo." He said with a giant mocking smirk.
Wow. Truth or Dare wasn't as fun as it was before.
"Very well." She said pretending not to be afraid of ambushing Dean with a kiss.
"Truth or Dare?" she asked, stumbling back into their earlier pattern even though she was a little angry at him. Kissing Dean is different from kissing the impala. For one thing, he's living.
"Truth."
"Do you have feelings for me or Dean?"
When did the aliens beam Sam in?
A shot hit the rocky crevice around their head, and sent them flying to the ground in cover. Sam swiftly grabbed his gun and found a proper place to hide… taking Jo with her and whispering:
"Big foot doesn't have a gun, does he?"
She shook her head, and peeked behind the tree to see a walking giant…
"Alligator man?" they both questioned incredulously.
"Sam!" she sharply whispered, he brushed a hand against hers quickly, and walked off. She started after him in confusion. Where was he off too?
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Dean was resting peacefully in his hotel room when he saw the door open, and his younger brother walk in with panic stricken fidgeting. Which makes sense when you think about it. Really. It does!
"I went off to the impala… and it was gone! So I tried to go find her… and everything- the blankets, the fire, the supplies… and-and…"
"Slow down! Slow down!" Dean jumped up in a flurry, "What happened to the impala!?!"
"No Dean! Jo!"
"Right! Task at hand! Jo! Then the impala!"
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Jo scrambled out from her spot but was surprised to see everyone was gone. She sort of expected Sam or a giant alligator man carrying a gun to come out and attack her. If it weren't for all the weird crazy factors to this case, she'd totally be kicking butt and taking names…
Yeah. She wasn't that good yet. Darn! If only she could be.
Sam and Dean did have a head start… she reminded herself, but it didn't make her feel better. She looked around carefully and drew her gun out. Taking a deep breath and composing herself. Ready to shoot that weird thing if it did decide to shoot at her again.
"Jo!" it was Sam's soft but anxious call.
She sighed, and saw him there and ran over to him. How relieved they both were!
"You okay?" he asked examining her for cuts.
"Yeah. I'm fine! I can take a shot."
"But not a gun wound." Teased Dean, as he rounded from the corner. His smile reminded her of something she needed to prove/do real quick…
Jo stepped over a fallen knife and leapt over to Dean's side. She lightly pressed her lips to his, but soon found she was pulled in deeper and deeper by Dean. Sam stood on the side with giant gaping eyes. Why was she doing that? He wondered, as he felt like the little boy watching his older brother and his girlfriend. Dean smirked within the kiss and held onto her waist tightly, before separating, winking and dipping her.
"I'll ask why later!" he teased, as he leaned in to give her one last kiss. Jo, being swept off her feet by her crush wasn't in a hurry to stop him. Sam gasped and folded his arms annoyed.
"Ahem." He reminded.
Dean ignored him.
"Guys…"
He glared and churned.
"I think I'm going to throw up!" he growled.
Jo ignored him.
"ALRIGHT!" he stomped his foot.
They stopped and blushed, before parting. Jo looked down before realizing that she had been brave enough to do that after all, and hey, if she could kiss Dean… she could definitely take down an alligator man.
Boy, did that sound weird!
"See! I took your dare and I did IT!" she boasted to Sam.
"WHAT DARE?" he asked furiously, "I NEVER DARED YOU TO DO THAT!"
"Yeah you did!" she said looking in his eyes for something more then pissiness.
"No I didn't! I never finished giving you my dare… 'cause I wanted breath mints from kissing the impala."
Dean stopped to pause, and ask "Huh? You kissed the impala?" then he burst into laughter. Sam rolled his eyes and continued to settle this weird business of kissing and daring that he did NOT dare or actually intend to happen since it… frankly… annoyed him. Why on Earth would JO want to kiss DEAN? Okay… well she was in love with him… but STILL.
"Yes you did!"
"Guys… I think I know what we're up against now." Dean concluded, as he put things together.
"Really?" asked Jo.
"Sam's probably drunk or on drugs or something…"
"WHAT!?" Sam squeaked. Dean laughed and patted his little brother on the back.
"It's okay… Sam… just admit it, better yet. SHARE IT."
"NO! I'm not on drugs or have been drinking."
"Honestly Sam! Then you asked me if I had feelings for you or Dean." Jo continued.
Dean paused again to smirk, "And what did you reply?!" he asked eagerly.
"Didn't have time to… the alligator man shot at me."
The trio paused to share an awkward silence. Sam and Dean exchanged 'wtf' looks yet again and Jo rubbed her eyes. She was so darn tired! So tired! Maybe she had just imagined this, or fell asleep.
"Maybe Jo's the one who should being SHARING IT," teased Dean.
"Dean!"
"Hey, alligator man? Big foot? Sam daring you to do wonderfully naughty things to me?" Dean was a bit beyond disbelief. Not that he minded that third thing… not so much at all.
"Oh… Dean! It should have been so obvious to us… well. It is now." Sam pointed out, realizing everything but not in the way that Dean did.
"What is it, Sam?" asked Jo feeling very self-conscious and like a complete nutter.
"That prankster, remember 'em, Dean? Slow dancing aliens, and alligators in the sewers?"
"We killed that amazingly awesome supernatural being… remember?" Dean prodded.
"Maybe we didn't. This sure sounds like his handy-work." Sam argued.
The trio stopped to ponder it.
"So… I'm not crazy?" Jo inquired.
Sam and Dean both wrapped an arm around her and smiled kindly.
"'Course not. But your one wicked good kisser." Dean complimented.
"Well. We've been through crazier…" Sam reminded her.
The trio set off to do the job right. Woot.
END OF PART 2.