A/N: Ok, well I'm aware that this was meant to be a oneshot, but well to be honest, I wanted to write a follow up but couldn't come up with a title and it takes place just after the first part so I figure just add it to Every Hunter. :) So this is no longer a oneshot but an actual story. I don't know how many chapters there will be, I'll just keep writing it I get to the end I want.

Hope its alright and that you enjoy it. As usual, no betareader. There will be spelling/grammar mistakes so you are warned. Please let me know what you think. Thanks.


CHAPTER TWO

"You looked like you're having a good time." Balthazar announced as Jo snuck out of the rundown house that currently house not only the Winchesters and their friends but his brother.

It was dangerous being here with Castiel so close, there was every change he would sense his presence. Which was why he'd come prepared. The small chain he wore around his neck engraved with Enochian shielded him from all angels.

Of course what he hadn't been prepared for was the possessive spark that took him over at the sight of Jo and Dean Winchester, as he watched through the window he'd wondered what his brother made of the exchange. He'd been tempted to reach out with his grace and find out, but that would have alerted him to his presence.

Jo strolled over to him smiling seductively. "You sound jealous."

Balthazar thrust his hands in the pockets of his jean and stood as casually as he could muster, meeting her gaze. "Jealous? – I'm an angel, Sweetheart, we don't have such base destructive emotions."

Jo had never a fool, she could read guys like they were Saturday morning comic-strips and right now what was written all over her angels face was most defiantly jealousy. With a gentle laugh Jo broke into his personal space and looked up into the soft blue eyes. "I'd say…" she pressed her body closer. "…lust and desire were pretty base and destructive emotions."

Balthazar wanted to ignore the way his body reacted to the hunters touch. He still wasn't used to the sensitivity of his vessel, though he knew it had little to do with the man he inhabited, the man's soul was as disconnected from his body as Castiel was from heaven. It was all about Balthazar, and his swiftly growing feelings, especially in respect to Jo.

He once again wished he could talk to Castiel; ask if he too had these feelings and needs. The idea of his brother feeling this way, as humans would say 'freaked him out'.

"Balthazar?" Jo whispered gently against his throat causing another blazing shiver to pass though him, pulling him from his thoughts with a throaty moan before him lips claimed hers in a hungry and somewhat possessive kiss, her arms once again snaking around his neck, pulling him closer. The satisfaction they'd been denied a day earlier quickly wanting to be appeased.

Balthazar threaded his fingers thought Jo's corn blond hair, tilting her head to the side so as to deepen their kiss. Her nails biting into the coarse fabric of his jeans as their clung low on his hips, insuring that nothing could pass between them but the passion they were both a slave to.

Balthazar groaned into Jo's throat when her fingers laced their way beneath his grey sweater.

Reluctantly Jo pulled back. "Let's get out of here."

Balthazar's hands were still wrapped into Jo's hair when he smiled smugly down at her. Swiftly they vanished.

Jo blinked as her head spun at the mode of transport. She understood why Dean hated it so much, though she could never tell him so. Jo was sure she would have fainted, like the first time, if it wasn't for Balthazar's strong arms holding her upright.

Once her legs had returned to their solid state, Jo glanced around and smirked at their surroundings. He returned them back to the place they last been. The small motel bathroom of the day before.

"Seriously?" she giggled.

"I thought that if we were to finish what we'd started, we sound return to the scene of the crime."

Jo laughed. "What if the room's been rented out?"

"It has." Balthazar said seriously, his gaze locking on Jo's mouth.

"You rented the room? Really? – How?"

"I'm an angel Jo, not an idiot. – My vessel has these wonderful inventions called Credit Cards."

Jo couldn't stop the girlish gleeful chuckle that rolled from her lips. "You never fail to impress me, Balthazar."

Before he could say another word, her lips were pressed to his.


A/N: Would like to thank everyone who faved, alerted and reviewed the previous chapter and I hope you will continue to give me your feed back. Thank you so much for accepting Jalthazar.

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