Just a little disclaimer. Unfortunately I do not own these two gorgeous ghost hunters, any other characters and the actual show 'Supernatural'. Though this story is mine.


Quiet Nights: Chapter 3

Dean Winchester winced.

An icepack was handed to him and he held it against his bruised eye area. Sam wore a wry grin on his face. One Dean felt like smacking right off.

His attention turned to Ellen yelling at Jo. He watched as Jo stood. She never responded to her mother's yells. Only looking at the woman, expressionless. No words left her mouth and Ellen was visibly getting tired of trying to crack her daughter. The yelling stopped. And Jo left. Dean felt obliged to follow and found himself, opening her bedroom door.

Curled up on her bed against the wall, Jo was upright and holding a pillow close. Her eyes were focused on a photo on her dresser. One of her and both her parents. Dean realised she had noticed him yet, and sat down next to her. Pressing his back against the wall like her, he sank into the bed and held the icepack to his eye.

"You alright?"

He got no answer from the blonde.

"Jo, we're sorry for whatever our dad did. We didn't know,"

She barely moved, but Dean noticed her eyes tear up slowly. He knew she could hear him.

"I know its hard. To know your dad didn't die heroically. How he should've. My dad didn't either. He traded his life for mine. Not go down in a memorable battle with a wendigo or werewolf," He paused, watching her face soften, "But our dads have somthing in common," He continued, quietly, "They were always thinking of us. My dad traded for his sons to live on. While yours...I bet he thought about you and your mom always. It was you who he was protecting from those things. The things we hunt. He did it for you Jo. And your mom. Just like my dad did,"

He moved the icepack slightly, feeling the chill on his sore eye, "Your mom kept it from you, to protect you. To stop you from acting crazy. She's your mom. It's what she does," Dean cleared his throat, "Unfortunately she taught you a little too well, which is why I am blinded in one eye,"

Jo turned to him, traces of tears on her face, but a small smile on her lips, "You asked for it,"

Dean grinned, "Now there's the girl who punched me out the first time we met,"

She blushed, leaning forward and taking a hold of the icepack. Removing it, she examined his bruised eye. It was on impulse. On impulse that she had swung her fist, connecting with his eye, "The swelling has died down,"

"I still can't see,"

A short bark of laughter left her mouth. She placed the icepack back on his eye and Dean placed his hand back on it, brushing quickly over her hand, sending a shock through Jo.

"You going to talk to your mom?" asked Dean, quietly.

Jo leant her head back against the wall, "I guess I should," She glanced at him, "I'm sorry,"

"For what?" Dean leant his head back, like hers, and looked at her.

"For telling you boys to leave. It wasn't your fault. I should've realised that you weren't the ones to blame," She sniffled, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand.

Dean cleared his throat, "Heat of the moment," He stood up and faced her, holding his free hand out, "C'mon, go have a chick flick moment with your mom,"

Jo laughed. She accepted his outstretched hand and stood up. They left the room together.

Except neither had let go of the other's hand.


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