The other woman had her hand on their side of the doorknob, she felt, but pushed it open nonetheless.
Feeling the Bloodstone funneling power into her body, Jo got a first look at Dean.
He lay on the bed, sheets furled and bunched around his shirtless form.
Jo crossed the threshold the moment they met eyes. She stopped after the first steps inside the room, feeling the thickness of the air press against her skin.
"Excuse me-"
"Well!" Dean interrupted the woman on Jo's left with a wide smile, "Little Jo-anna." he split her name, drawing out the 'o'.
"Dean." she responded, cooly, feeling her chest constrict at the sight of him.
He got up from the bed, bouncing off of it creepily cheerful.
And completely naked.
"Well shake me up and cream in my mouth."
She and Jo remained quiet, staring at him.
"Like whipped cream in a can?" He shook his head, "Damn, you girls have some dirty minds."
His tongue flicked over his lips deliberately smooth, staring Jo down.
"How did you find me?"
"I didn't."
He offered a wide smile, eyes fading behind her, looking for someone.
"Sam with -?"
"No."
She had guessed his question before he asked it.
He grinned and chuckled, as if she were not a threat without his brother.
"Alright, sweetheart," he stretched his arms out and took a step back in challenge, fingers twitching beckoningly, green eyes gleaming nastily, "give me all you got."
She simply stood there, staring at him.
"No need to be shy, Anne here has seen it all."
It was the first time Jo looked at her, and it proved very eerie.
Anne looked strikingly similar to her.
The resemblance was a bit alarming. Blonde hair, thin face structure, small nose, full mouth, even her body type seemed to match Jo's. Perhaps the only contrast was her eyes; a light blue-grey to Jo's brown.
Anne shifted uncomfortably, eyes suddenly downcast, realizing their similarities also.
"Anne." Jo spoke her name.
She did not meet Jo's eyes, but focused somewhere on her face instead.
"I'm sorry. I need some time alone with him."
The other blonde heaved in a defiant breath, then moved her eyes surprisingly to meet the huntress's, "Are you his wife?"
Jo was taken aback, but rejoined immediately, "No."
"Girlfriend?"
"No."
Dean whistled low, "Let's move it along here, Chrissy Cryptic."
Jo turned her attention back to him.
Anne still didn't move.
"You know what Jo?" Dean made a show of trailing his eyes all over her body, licking and biting his lips generously.
Then he made an indifferent face and shrugged his shoulders, "what the hell, I can go another round," and winked at her.
Jo felt herself shudder inside with contempt.
"Go on, Anne Marie, ol' Jo and I got some things to do."
This time, it was Jo who refused to look at Anne, though she felt the other woman's cheeks redden from where she stood. Jo could feel the offense roll off of her as she collected her clothes, and passed quickly behind Jo, and slammed the door harshly on her exit.
Jo thought she heard a faint sob sound through the closed door before Anne ran off.
The huntress just kept her eyes on Dean.
He trailed backward to the bed, sat and patted the mattress aggressively beside him, "C'mon in, Jo, I bet I'll show you a whole new side to me."
She didn't answer, stepping into the room further, but stopping short by the dresser. There was no intention to get in the bed with him.
He scoffed, flashing her his signature cruel smile, "Well then," he got up off the bed again, slid on some black compression shorts and sauntered toward her.
Jo tensed, clenching for an attack.
He got awfully close, reaching behind her to grab the bottle of rum that sat on the dresser, then reached on the other side to get the glass, completely cornering her body with his, her bottom against the short wooden furniture.
It was so confusing, for Jo to have him so near, for her to still feel that want to grab him in a hug, to feel like he was her Dean.
But he's not.
"Why are you here?" His grumbled breath warmed her face. He drew the bottle and the glass in front of her, pouring himself generously before putting the bottle back down.
Rather than say she didn't know, Jo reigned in her lips.
He leaned in close again, and flashed his eyes to black.
She knew what he was, but the sight of it sent that chill through her spine.
"Come to take me away from all this?" he backed away from her, his smile wicked, eyes still blackened.
Dean threw back the drink, "Or - you're dying to play out your newest fantasy?"
He his grin grew smugger, eyes returning to her favorite green.
She took the gun from the holster snug under her shoulder and cocked it.
"Mhmm," he hummed pleasurably at the sight of it, "Safe word's 'Bananas'."