Here's another one, this one's short though. I literally don't know what came over me with the last one I just took off and couldn't stop. I could easily turn it into a chapter story but I have way too many of those to finish right now to be starting a new one.

Anyways, hope you guys like this one! Enjoy.

Title: She was made for Him.

"Hurry up Dean."

Sam's voice was sounded nervous and the whisper wasn't really a whisper at all, more like a loud rasp.

"I got it Sammy, geez quit worrying," Dean said standing. He tucked the lock pick away and opened the door.

Despite how desperately Dean tried to open the door quietly it creaked like it hadn't been opened in years. Then Sam had to go and let the screen door slam behind him. When the wood slapped against the door frame Dean's shoulders came up in a shrug as he flinched.

"Dude."

Sam shrugged, "Sorry but this place looks like it hasn't seen a living thing since the 70's, and it's probably empty anyways."

"Sammy, over there," Dean nudged his head towards the set of pool tables towards the back of the bar.

They walked over quietly to find a small white man completely unconscious on a pool table. His body was twisted weirdly and the ugly mullet on his head was askew.

"I'm guessing that isn't Ellen. Is he dead?" Dean asked.

"I dunno, but I'm gonna check out the back." Sam said quietly and Dean nodded. He continued to look at the little man as Sam crept into the back of the bar.

Dean decided that he'd come back to the possible dead mullet rocker later and snuck around the rest of the bar. He couldn't tell if people still used the place or not. In the day time with all the lights off the place looked like it had been

Dean was peaking around the bar to see what the liquor situation was like when he felt what he hoped was a rifle press into the small of his back.

"Oh God, please let that be a rifle."

Dean cautiously lifted his hands and remained still.

"Nah, I'm just real happy to see you." A young woman's voice rang out behind him. She sounds hot, Dean thought. He started to turn around, "Don't move."

"Not moving, copy that."

Where the hell was Sam?

"You should know something Miss," Dean spoke up, "When you put a rifle on someone, you don't wanna put it right against their back cause' it makes it real easy for someone to do—" Dean turned and in one fluid motion slid the woman's rifle from her hands and released the shells.

"That."

Dean Winchester was never caught off guard but when he looked up after watching the shells hit bounce on the wooden floor the young woman he saw took his breath away.

She had delicate features and a slim build, long flowing blonde hair and warm brown eyes that were currently ablaze. The jeans slung low on her hips were followed by a strip of skin where her midriff was, the snug black tank top hugging her perfectly.

Dean took all of this in a span of around thirty seconds between him disarming her and her reaching out and socking him right in the nose.

"SAM!" he yelled doubling over in pain, "I NEED SOME HELP IN HERE."

Sam walked in as he told Dean that he was a little busy. Dean looked up to see his little brother with his hands behind his head and an older woman who looked a lot like the woman behind him but also had a strange Bobby Singer essence about her, holding a revolver to the back of Sam's head.

"Sam? Dean? John Winchester's boys?" she asked without lowering the gun.

The boys nodded in unison.

"Well I'll be damned," she smiled and then finally lowered the revolver, "My name's Ellen and that's my daughter Jo."

"Hey," Jo nodded when Dean turned to look at her again. She lowered the rifle but kept it in her hands.

Sam and Dean were cold to the Harvelle's at first. Their father had just died and the yellow eyed demon and Sam's visions were looming over their heads. They were scared and felt like couldn't trust anyone.

They warmed up to them though, and the Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie, Ash. The Harvelles were good people, they were their kind of people.

Dean didn't even try to stray his eyes from Jo's swaying hips as she circled the bar and wiped it down. Normally he'd hit that like Rocky Balboa hit Creed, but his father had just died and he had too much on his mind. He seriously doubted he'd even be able to get it up—but he bet that if anyone could help with that it'd be her.

Jo leaned on the table Dean was sitting at and gave him a crooked smile that made Dean's knees melt.

"Yah know, normally hunters stride in here thinkin' they can get in my pants with a pizza and a side of Zeppelin IV."

Dean rose an eyebrow because a thought that was eerily similar had most definitely crossed his mind.

"Yeah well normally I'd be on you like white on rice but I haven't been feelin' too friendly these days."

Dean gave her a wimpy version of his trademark charming grin and it still gave her butterflies.

"Wrong place wrong time?"

Dean chuckled leaning back into the chair he was sitting in, "You could say that."

"Well, now you know where to find me," she said with a wink and Dean watched with a sliver of longing as she swayed her hips away from him.

In normal circumstances Joanna Beth Harvelle would not only be Dean's kind of girl but the type of girl Dean would consider having a connection too and a life with. As much as a hunter could anyways.

Now Dean was sitting with Ash and Sam discussing how to find the demon. Ash was going over their dad's notes, talking with Sam about how he'd never seen anyone track a demon the way their father had.

Ash caught Dean's line of vision which was aimed directly at Jo Harvelle's ass as it moved around the bar preparing for the evening hunter rush.

Ash snorted and shook his head, "Awh Dean my friend, she may look sweet and innocent but she'd eat you alive."

Sam made a weird laughing noise in his throat that sounded like a cross between a snort and a cough. Dean chuckled.

"That's what I was afraid of."

Sam shook his head as Dean walked away to get another beer.

"What's he on about?" Ash asked.

"Dean's king of one night stands," Sam explained, "He doesn't do relationships."

"Okay, so?"

"Jo Harvelle is exactly who Dean would fall in love with."

-x-

Since the boys met the Harvelles and took on that ridiculous clown case they had met up with and seen them twice more.

Third times a charm, right?

Dean felt helpless as Jo and her mom went at it inside the Roadhouse. They had kicked Sam and Dean out and right as the boys were leaving Jo came outside and ripped Dean apart.

Their Dad, John Winchester has used Bill Harvelle, Jo's father, as bait on his last hunt. Dean had never felt so guilty about his father's actions in his entire life.

"Dean should you go to talk to her?"

Dean whirled around to see his little brother leaning against the impala. He'd completely forgotten that Sam was there, he had been too focused on watching Jo's heart break right in front of him.

Dean didn't know you could feel someone else's pain at this magnitude.

"I don't even think she'd look at me right now."

"It doesn't hurt to try."

Dean felt torn. What was he supposed to do? Why was it that with everything these days he felt like had no idea what to do?

"Alright," Dean grit out, he squeezed the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb, "Just, don't move. I'll be right back."

Dean found Jo on the tree line at the edge of the Roadhouse' property. She was sitting under a massive sycamore tree just staring off into the distance. It wasn't until he was close enough to see the silent tears streaming down her cheeks did he realize she was crying.

"Hey Jo?" he ventured gently.

Jo's head whipped up towards him like she hadn't even seen him coming despite the fact that he'd been in her line of vision the entire walk there.

"Go away."

"No."

She frowned up at him and watched as he kneeled in front of her.

"Dean—"

"Jo I know you're hurtin' and I can't pretend to know what it's like to get this kind of news but I do know what it's like to lose a father."

"That's not what this is about!" she shouted at him, her hair falling into her face in her small fit of anger.

"I know," Dean remained calm, "But I just want you to know something before I leave here because I don't know when I'll see you again and I can't leave you mad at me. I won't do it."

Jo looked up at him through her hair and let Dean tuck it behind her ear.

"What?"

It sounded like a whimper and all Dean wanted to do was pull her into his arms and hold her, but he didn't.

"I am not my father" Dean emphasized looking right into her whiskey colored eyes, "I would have told you Jo if I had known. I was only eight years old when my Dad went on that hunt with your dad. I wasn't with him. I was probably at Bobby's taking care of Sam."

Dean paused to make sure that she was understanding what he was putting out there.

"And I most definitely wouldn't have let you be bait knowing that's how your dad lost his life. I wasn't comfortable with it to begin with. Jo when you disappeared under my watch I—" Dean's voice drifted off and he felt Jo take his hand.

"It's okay, Dean."

"No, it sure as hell is not okay." Dean grumbled, "I care about you. Just know that okay?"

She nodded, "I'm still mad," she told him, "But not at you. At my mom for not telling me sooner, at my dad for being so stupid, at your dad, but not you."

Dean smiled gently at her, "Well ain't that a relief."

He stood and pulled her to her feet as well.

"I need to get outta here with Sam, we've got work to do."

"Take care of yourself okay?"

Dean nodded, and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, "I dunno if I'll see you again anytime soon. If things were different Jo, if this wasn't our lives—"

Jo interrupted him, "Save it Dean, I know."

Dean grinned and jogged away towards Sam.

-x-

"What're you thinkin' about?"

Dean shrugged keeping his eyes on the road, "Jo," he replied honestly.

"I thought so."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Sam rolled his eyes and threw a bitch face in his direction, "Come on, Dean. You spent the entire time at the Roadhouse staring after her and sighing."

"Shut up," Dean grumbled.

"It's not a bad idea yah know."

"What?" Dean asked looking over at his brother.

Sam gave him a small smile, "Settling? Or at least as much as a hunter could. Like Ellen and her husband did."

Dean laughed but it sounded acrimonious, "I don't think I could Sammy, even if I wanted to. But if I was going to? It'd be with her."

Dean's eyes turned back to the road so he didn't see the sad smile his little brother offered him. It saddened Sam that even when Dean found someone that could really make him happy he felt like he didn't deserve it.

Little did the Winchester's know that Joanna Beth Harvelle was created for the soon to be very important righteous man, Dean Winchester. But the Dean was the front man when it came to free will, it was his strong suit and his weakness. Dean's choice not to settle with Jo was one that God could not prevent no matter how much he wished he could.

Alrighty, here's a little quicky. PLEASE if you have any ideas give them to meeeee. I love taking requests. Read and Review? One Love. Liz.