Part 2
AN: So sorry this took so long. I will have another chapter up by Wednesday (it is already writing basically so I promise it really really will be there) any way, on to the next part! Also, here is the inspiration for chalet that Dean and Jo are at except imagine it without the brick in the back of the fireplace and with sides. So you can see through the fire to the other side of the room.
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Okay that may have been confusing but I'm sure if you type something along those lines in google you will be able to see it. Lol
Sam sits near the bar at the resort's restaurant hoping that he could find Monty quickly and sweet talk him enough to find out more about the monster that was killing all of these people. Unfortunately for Sam, he had been sitting at the bar listening to the chatter of the patrons to get a location on Monty for almost thirty minutes without so much as a mention of the patrolmen's son. From the looks of the snow falling more quickly out the window, Sam knows begrudgingly that he has to try a different, more direct approach or he would never make it to Jo's chalet before the storm hit. Sam hoped that Dean was faring better with the hunt, and with Jo for that matter, than he was with his task.
"Bar keep! Yoo hoo bar keep!" Sam says in a slightly higher tone waving over to a pretty red headed bartender.
'Great, of course it's an attractive woman. You owe me so big Dean.' Sam thinks as he grimaces slightly.
"What'll it be honey?" she asks.
"I'll take a light beer please. I can't ruin my figure." Sam teases.
"Aww that's cute. You never know who you may meet, am I right?" the bartender teases back.
"Exactly. Speaking of… do you know anyone around that may be looking for what I have to offer? I can't seem to find anyone who is interested in a night of fun." Sam says in a hushed tone.
"Actually… a buddy of mine might just be your type. You look like you are pretty tall, this guy is too. His name is Monty and he is a total sweet heart. But he has been a little distant the last few days. Maybe you are just what he needs to cheer him up. He should be down by the hot springs right now. Tell him Ellie sent you. You can take your beer with you." She says as she caresses Sam's hand softly.
"Well thank you!" Sam smiles as he leaves the bar with a wink.
'I hate you Dean.' Sam thinks as he makes his way out of the restaurant and toward the hot springs.
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"I HATE YOU DEAN!" Jo screams as Dean throws a snowball at her near the chalet.
"I'm sorry Jo I just thought you could use a little cooling off since there isn't a cold shower around." Dean taunts.
"Yeah because a slush ball that you "accidently" on purpose aimed so that it went down my jacket and into my cleavage is exactly the way to do that. Ass." Jo sneers as she opens the door of the chalet.
"I'm awesome like that aren't I?" Dean muses as he follows Jo inside.
"If awesome is a synonym for moronic then yeah you are amazingly awesome." Jo says sarcastically flipping on the lights and shivering.
"I'm pretty sure you are just jealous because you couldn't get me back." Dean replies shucking off his boots and heading over to a kitchen cabinet that happened to hold a bottle of whiskey. "Yet again, I am awesome." Dean taunts as he picks up the whiskey bottle like he has just won a scavenger hunt.
"Listen, we are here to look at the information I have about this hunt, not to get smashed. We need to focus." Jo chides as she walks over to the fireplace shivering again.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news darlin', but it looks like we won't be getting out of here anytime soon with the way the snow is coming down." Dean replies seriously as he pours himself a drink and looks out the large window overlooking a steep cliff on the side of the mountain.
The snow is coming down in massive sheets and it didn't look like you'd be able to see two feet in front of you.
"Really! I have the worst luck. All I want to do is get this hunt over with and now I'm stuck here with you of all people." Jo grinds out as she tries to adjust the flue on the fireplace that was stuck, only adding to her string of bad luck.
"Aww come on Joey it ain't so bad. At least you have company." Dean muses only to hear a huff in return.
"Do you need help with that?" Dean asks Jo genuine concern in his tone.
"Contrary to what you may think Dean, I'm a big girl and I can do things by myself." Jo says and curses under her breath as she continues to fight with the handle.
"Of course you can. I don't doubt that. But it's always nice to have a little helping hand once in a while." Dean says hearing his voice become involuntarily husky as he moves in behind Jo to try and adjust the flue.
Jo's body goes ridged as she feels Dean's warm breath on her neck. Jo snaps out of her momentary lapse of judgment and turns her head to Dean.
"If I want your help with anything other than this hunt Dean-o have no doubt that I will ask for it." Jo sneers.
"Fine!" Dean practically yells as he yanks down hard on the flue handle causing heaps of black soot to fall from the fireplace and onto the two hunters.
Jo is covered with the majority of the soot. Ash covers her snow suite and settles itself in her blonde hair. Dean's face and chest are covered in the heavy soot but he isn't nearly as dirty as Jo.
"Are you serious right now? All I wanted was help so I could save some people and I get this? Why me?" Jo sighs as she removes her snow suite leaving her in her bikini.
"Jo it's only a little bit of soot. All you need to do is hop in the shower and it'll wash right out of your pretty blonde hair." Dean says annoyed by Jo's self pity over a little dirt.
"The chalet doesn't have a shower. I have to fill up the wash basin on the other side of the fire place and then use the heated water tank to fill it up." Jo groans.
"I'm sure it isn't that bad Jo. I'll set it up for you." Dean says as he walks around to the other side of the fireplace. A giant metal tub is sitting against the back of the wall.
"Well how the hell is this going to work?" Dean mutters allowed as he contemplates how to maneuver the wash basin to the hose connecting to the water tank.
"Figure it out genius and do it quick so you can rinse off and I can take a bath." Jo bickers as she taps on the fireplace wood.
"What do you mean rise off? I need a bath too." Dean replies crossing his arms over his soot covered chest.
"Dean, all you need to do is wash your face and change your shirt. I on the other hand need to wash my hair and the entire top portion of my body." Jo says pointedly as she begins to scoot the wash basin closer to the fire and the hose.
"So you get to take a relaxing bath and I have to go and wash my face in the sink?" Dean bickers as Jo begins to fill the basing with the heated water.
"Ding ding ding we have a winner. Let's tell him what he's won!" Jo answers sarcastically.
"Well fine then, I see how it is. Just because you are the woman you get everything." Dean whines as he walks off toward the kitchen.
"Actually sweetheart it's because I'm the one who is renting the place." Jo retorts as the water fills the basin higher.
Dean washes off his face quickly and strips out of his casual layered shirts. Dean decides not to put on a shirt just yet. If Jo can prance around in a bikini, then he can walk around without his shirt on. Two could play that game. Dean walks over to the couch by the fireplace and lounges taking another sip of his whiskey before noticing some of Jo's file sitting on a nearby table. Dean leans over to pick up the file when he notices something even more interesting. At just the right angle on the couch, he can see straight through to the other side of the fireplace. This holds Dean's attention because at this perfect angle he can see straight through to where Jo is stripping out of her bikini to get into her bath.
"Holy shit" Dean mouths as he watches with intent. It's time to enjoy the show.