Alright guys, here is the exclusively Dean and Jo chapter I promised.

Hope you like it, as always the characters belong to the CW

"You need to give her a break." Dean glared at the petite blonde sitting by him at the bar. He was too hyped up from the adrenaline of finishing a case to argue about anything. Especially this particular subject because he knew he was in the right.

"Why? She's inexperienced and reckless." He shook his head taking a swig of the beer in front of him, watching as Jo drained nearly half of her glass of whiskey in one smooth pull. He perked an eyebrow up slightly as he watched her get up off the barstool and instead hop up to sit on the bar her legs dangling as she took another sip from her glass examining the murky hole in the wall bar. It was in the same parking lot as their motel, and both had figured they could use a drink before cleaning up from everything. Sam and Sarah had already called off on drinks, which was good because Sarah had looked ready to drop from exhaustion. The case had been a long one.

Jo was shaking her head when he came back from his musings causing his brow to furrow in slight confusion, she couldn't deny Sarah was inexperienced. They'd all been hunters their whole lives, trading in bubble guns and chalk for rifles and holy water. Jo set her glass down leaning her hands on her knees, causing him to notice her nails were bloodied and caked in dirt, "But how can we expect her to get any better if we keep blocking every attempt she makes at taking control in a situation? And she wasn't exactly reckless this morning. If it weren't for her getting us in, and her being able to get information from the old bag, we would have been blind tonight and things would have gone bad. And you know it."

"She got lucky, big deal." He was still griping. Sure, he did really like Sarah, he'd liked her immediately when they met in New York, but it was a different story when she was with them on jobs like this. They had more things to worry about than whether or not a newbie got herself hurt. Yes, she was good and worked hard, she was a fast learner that much was clear, but he wasn't in the mood to let her off the hook yet.

"Why can't you just admit she did a good job today?" Jo raised an eyebrow as he wordlessly stretched an arm over around her waist to shift her until she was seated in front of him on the bar. With a roll of her eyes she slide a leg on either side of his from the bar picking up his beer bottle to take a drink and grinning when he grabbed what was left of her whiskey.

Downing what was left of her whiskey he grinned up at her in his trademark way before setting down the glass by her hip. Shaking his head, he was suddenly glad the bar was mostly empty. Resting his hands on her knees as he spoke, "I don't think so. She deserved the talking down she got, and I hope Sam gives her another one."

Rolling her eyes she leaned down keeping the beer bottle in one hand she smirked stopping a few inches from his face. Looking him up and down as his hands slid up from her knees to her hips on a smooth almost touchless glide over her jeans. "You're being an ass, and you're being too hard on her. She's doing fine considering her background."

"Doing fine isn't good enough for our line of work, Jo."

"Yeah, I know that Dean." She rolled her eyes at him as she felt his hands slide up to her waist. Even just that simple move gave her butterflies low in the pit of her stomach full of anticipation. She'd never stopped being attracted to him, and even now she had to fight to keep her carefree composure.

Dean's little grin stayed in place as he squeezed either side of her waist once, shrugging as if dismissing the subject, because honestly he knew Sam could take care of Sarah well enough on his own and he didn't want to focus on her anyways. "Regardless I'm headin' back. You can either hang out with the…lively crowd here, ooor…"

Jo lifted a cool slim brow at his taunting smirk. Sliding her arms over his shoulders to bring her face just a little closer to his, his beer bottle held loosely in her hand behind him, "Or what, Dean?"

"Or, you could come back with me and have a little fun while getting clean." His bold smirk said it all, he didn't think she'd take the bait. Although there was a part of him that sincerely wished she would. She drove him crazy with want and need, and sharing a motel room with her had been killing him. The few kisses or teasing caresses only made the wanting more potent and painful. But he didn't think she'd take the bait.

And true to form Jo just smiled prettily leaning in a little more as his hands circled to the small of her back, "In your dreams, Deano."

Dean made an almost growling sound as he groaned, she'd leaned in close enough to him that her lips brushed his when she spoke. Half the time he figured she had to know how crazy she was driving him, and it wasn't like she was immune to him, he knew that, he just didn't know what to do to get her to open up to him and let them soothe each other's need. He stood up slowly, keeping his hands on her, slipping his fingers under her shirt to gently caress the small of her back giving her a hard sultry look as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Always, Joanna, and in them you are always screaming for me. Why not give in and let us both be happy for a little while in this shit holed world?"

He lifted a brow at her as he leaned away; it was a clear challenge, in words and using her full name. It was the surest way he knew to spark her anger, and her anger was when she really let loose on her emotions. Without another word he leaned in to quickly kiss her, almost a little possessively, and before he could pull away Jo bit on his lower lip eliciting a low moan from Dean. When he pulled away he could see the brief look of desire pass over Jo's face before she hid behind a mask of calm again, shaking his head he squeezed her waist one more time before letting his arms drop, "It's your call Joanna Beth, balls in your court."

With a shrug Dean turned leaving the bar with a confident stride he did not feel and headed across the lot to the motel room, he had a feeling he'd be taking a very cold shower. He had no idea as he entered the room that Jo had left the bar half a minute after him and trailed after him to the room, her arms crossed around her waist and a thoughtful look on her face as she battled her own emotions and feelings.

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As Dean flipped on the shower he stood at the sink turning on some cold water to splash on his face. He hated when he let Jo get under his skin, but there was just something so damn intoxicating about her. Maybe it was the fact she kept rejecting him, but so did the waitress from a few days ago and he didn't feel nearly so torn up and upside down over her. He shook his head trying to just get her out of his head as he started undressing and climbed into the shower with a heavy sigh as the water hit between his shoulder blades.

Outside in the room Jo was busy pacing the floor space chewing on her lower lip full of turbulent emotions and thoughts. She wanted to call Dean on his bluff, not just because he'd blatantly challenged her and who was she to walk away from a challenge, but because she'd wanted him from day one. But at the time Dean had claimed wrong place, wrong time, and then from there on out it had been nothing but fighting monsters, angels and each other. She wanted him, but she shouldn't want him. She should see him like she saw Sam, like an older brother that got on her nerves a lot. But she just couldn't. And with his taunts ringing in her ear and she could still feel the tingling of his fingers against her lower back and hips, his supple lips had been too pleasing working against hers.

The longer she paced and listened to the shower, the more worked up she became. They were both adults; there was an obvious attraction and desire between them, so why was she pushing them apart? She supposed in part it was for his rejecting her first, but that answer seemed so childish. She knew she had actual reasons not to give in, but she couldn't let him think he'd won, and besides when he touched her it felt all too right. Almost without her realizing it she'd walked across the room to the bathroom door that Dean had left cracked opened. Peering in careful Jo had to bite her lip to not gasp as her eyes widened. It was without a doubt the best thing she'd ever seen, Dean showering, and when she let her eyes droop she saw the proud erection at the top of his legs and it made her own knees weak. Unable to look away she knew she had to make a choice, deny herself something she wanted and let him win, or give in to the taunts and experience all of him.

Really there was no contest, and in some ways she'd been waiting for tonight for the weeks she'd been hunting with the boys. With butterflies forming in her stomach in a delicious way Jo stripped down outside the door, she only had to close the few feet to the shower. She nearly lost her nerve as she slipped inside the door, glad his lean back was to her, but then she heard him taunting her with his lips against her ear and she garnered her courage moving silently into the room.

Dean's brow furrowed as the noise of the water falling in the shower changed seconds before he felt soft almost hesitant hands caress across his back. He stiffened with his jaw clenched and eyes squeezed closed in concentration even as his groin lurched and hardened more at the reminder of what he'd walked away from in the bar. "Jo…you're only being warned once. Get out of this shower if you know what's good for you."

Jo shivered slightly, although that was in part because Dean had put the water on cold, and she didn't have to look twice to know why. Biting her lip she shook her head, she'd come this far she wasn't backing down again. Sliding her hands across his back wrapping them around to the front of his chest she pressed her lips against the salty skin between his shoulder blades, her breasts pressing into his back. "You don't scare me, Winchester, and I'm not running anymore."

It was all he needed to hear, her confidence at knowing what she agreed too. Plus her arms wrapping around him was nearly his undoing, and the soft brush of her lips was his undoing. Turning around in her arms he pressed her gently against the tiled wall leaning down to press a firm kiss to her lips, his hands running down her sides in slow exploring strokes. When she sighed against his lips he pulled his head up enough to rest his forehead on hers with nothing more than a look.

Meeting his eyes she knew what he was doing, despite his warning he was giving her one more chance to stop this. And she wasn't nervous or unsure this time. Instead she slide her arms up around his neck pulling his head down to hers kissing him as passionately as she knew how, and melting against him when he took over. He kissed her slowly, his supple lips shaping and molding hers in languid kisses, he sucked her lower lip between his touching his tongue to it before releasing it again. Stepping back under the spray he wrapped an arm around her tiny waist bringing her with him, stretching an arm down to adjust the water to make it hotter and then grabbing the soap, Seeing Jo arch an eyebrow at him he chuckled leaning to kiss under her ear before whispering in his seductively deep voice, "Trust me."

She opened her mouth to argue but shut it again when he gave her a silencing look. Normally that would have only made her argue more, but even as she tried to gather her wits he wiped them out again as he caressed the bar of soap in his hand across her hyper sensitive skin creating lathering bubbles along her skin as he cleaned away the night's exploits. Her eyes fluttered closed briefly as his fingers massaged and worked the soap across her skin, goose bumps running along her body when he leaned down to nibble on her earlobe, his tongue tracing patterns on her skin. Not one to be outdone she took the soap from his hand using both of hers to work lather across his abdomen, her heart racing as she felt his muscles moving under her hands. Glancing up to see his eyes closed with his head tipped back, she smiled a little emboldened by this newfound power over him. Leaning closer as she continued soaping him up she stretched up enough to catch a trailing water rivulet on his skin with her tongue, following it up from his chest to the hollow just under his throat. She grinned against his skin as he groaned his head still tipped back in enjoyment of the little torture.

"You're playing with fire Jo." His voice was rough and gravelly as he slid his hands over her stomach, skimming over her taut breasts before running his hands down her slim arms, spreading the soap he'd already applied while she gave back his ministrations, caressing his skin with her perfect tongue every so often.

"What're you going to do about it?" She grinned impishly up at him before holding his gaze as she ran her tongue up his neck slowly.

"You'll see." He groaned before turning them so she was under the water, leaning down to nip and kiss her neck as the two worked at cleaning each other of dirt, blood and soap under the warm water and wandering hands.

The shower was playful and exploratory, getting to know each other's bodies, figuring out those spots that made the other go weak kneed with need. After a while, once they were both clean of the night's work, Dean pressed a deep kiss on Jo's lips, his hands sliding over the slicked skin of her neck to cup the back of her head and tilt it to grant him better access into her mouth with his tongue. As his tongue slid against hers, he continued holding her head to his invasion, unable to help grinning some as he felt her sliding her arms around his waist before pushing against his tongue with her own. Dean slid one hand away from her neck and over her shoulder to languidly caress down her side, his long fingers stretching and feeling along slick taut skin.

Feeling Jo start to move against him and her hands slide up the small of his back tauntingly, Dean groaned breaking the kiss his lips searing as they slid down along her jaw. Jo smiled a little locking her arms around his waist before sliding them up to caress his shoulder blades, twisting her head slightly to kiss the spot just behind his ear before whispering silkily, "Right place, right time, Deano?"

"You're playing with fire, Blondie." Dean chuckled deeply before catching her lips in another kiss, this one teasingly light as he shut the water off; sliding an arm around her waist her lifted her up against him. He grinned against her lips as she tightened her hold around his shoulders a groan pulling from his throat as he felt her body curl and shift against him as she lifted herself up to wrap her legs around his waist. Dean kept a firm hold of her waist with one arm, she was light and slim enough that he could carry her easily, recapturing her lips with his own again he made his way out of the shower and bathroom bypassing the towels and heading straight for one of their beds. As he neared the closest bed he kept up the constant kisses he plied her soft lips with, nipping and licking at her mouth taunting her by not giving her an all consuming kiss like she kept trying to trap him into.

Jo couldn't help an airy laugh against his lips as he knelt onto the mattress leaning down to lay her back against the mattress, the arm around her waist lifting her up to pull her up to the pillows. She ran her hands slowly down his back, savoring in the way the muscles rippled under her hands, looking up at him through blonde lashes she grinned a little impishly, "We're getting the sheets soaked."

"I really don't care." He shook his head on a laugh dipping his head to kiss along the side of her neck, inhaling the pure clean fresh scent that was Jo. There was no real way to describe the smell and essence of Jo, and as he nuzzled her neck the only word that he came up with, was home.

"Good, " Jo was a little breathless when she spoke, and after a little sigh as he kissed her neck she grinned to herself before flipping them so she was leaning over him, straddling his hips. She leaned down brushing her lips with his as she spoke, her hands sliding down from his shoulders over his chest, "Me either."

With that she closed the distance kissing him deeply, as he wrapped his hands around her waist and started caressing the small of her back and over her firm buttocks, she ran her tongue along his lower lip nipping at it until he finally opened his mouth to her, both of them moaning softly as she slid her tongue along his. She wasn't very experienced, that much was obvious to Dean as she continued the kiss, but experienced or not it was enough to send his blood boiling and his already aching erection to jump and twitch each time her slim body moved over him. When she broke the kiss he wanted to scream and hold her in place, but as she started brushing her lips over his heated skin, peeking up at him through her lashes as if making sure she was doing good, it was his undoing. Sliding his hands over the satin smooth skin of her back he encouraged her exploration, watching her from beneath lowered lids.

Feeling a little braver at the encouraging little sighs and movements of his body, Jo trailed her lips in a feathery brush down his neck and collarbones, with a little smile she glanced up to meet his eyes before slowly trailing her tongue along his skin where her hair had dripped water onto his chest. When she felt his hips buck under her and saw his jaw clench she had to resist the urge to giggle, pressing a kiss to the anti-possession tattoo over his heart she kept trailing light kisses and sweeps of her tongue along his skin, pausing once to scrape her teeth against one of his nipples inciting a gravelly groan from him. With a teasing little smirk, she did let a faint giggle out then, it was empowering knowing how much she was affecting him like this. Moving on she continued a slow curious exploration down his chest and abdomen, scooting her hips down his legs, her abdomen and stomach brushing against his erection as she moved, causing Dean's grip on her back to tighten as his hands slid up to her shoulders as she moved.

When she paused he literally had to fight for control on leashing his desire, she was so close to him he could feel her warm breath tickling his erection, and when after what seemed like agonizing hours she tentatively stroked the head of him with her tongue, he nearly bucked them both up and off the mattress. As much as he wanted nothing more than to feel her lips around him, he wanted to make her feel good, to show her just how good sex was and so he shifted his hands to pull her up his body again, a torturous move on his part before turning them so he was over her again. Settling himself in the cradle of her hips he kissed her once deeply to cut off any arguments that she'd been about to utter, whispering huskily against the skin of her ear, "Next time, blondie."

Jo couldn't help shuddering a little at the promise in his voice as she brought her hands up to bury into his hair. Now that he'd taken control she was both nervous and aroused and the affect had her stomach in knots and her skin hypersensitive to the feel of him. Dean leaned on his forearms on either side of her to keep from overwhelming her, dipping his head he nipped at her lower lip gently before kissing her deeply once. As he did, he shifted his weight to one arm using the other hand to caress down her body in a slow move, heating her blood again with just a touch. He kissed down the length of her neck, and as one hand moved down to squeeze one of her thighs, he nuzzled the valley between her breast, nipping at the underside of one and grinning as she gasped and moaned while he kissed his way down her body.

Glancing up her body to her face as he kissed along her inner thigh, Dean couldn't help smirking a little seeing her eyes closed and lower lip between her teeth, the faintest hint of a little whimper building in her throat as he teased her. One of her hands stayed buried in his hair, the other off to the side on the bed, fisting and un-fisting as her hips moved in an unspoken search for something that she didn't altogether understand. Her gasp turned moan, filled the room and her hand tightened in his hair when she felt his lips against her heated core. Encouraged by her reaction Dean shifted so that her legs were draped over his shoulders, his hands sliding under her to cup her ass and lift up her hip to him, kissing her again before slowly running his tongue up her. He paused as he felt her clenching, before grinning as she moaned and gripped his hair tighter, pulling him back to her. With an unrestrained little growl he went back to task, tormenting and pleasing her most sensitive parts with his lips and tongue.

"Dean…" His name came out on a groan as she felt her abdominal muscles fluttering in sensation as her hips moved of their own accord, her free hand twisted into the bedding clawing at the sheets desperately as she kept a death grip on his hair. Dean massaged her backside as he continued tormenting her with his tongue, curling in and out of her in hungry draws, before he shifted focus and gently dragged his teeth against her most throbbing point eliciting a near scream from Jo as she clenched around him. Deciding she'd had enough torture for now, he carefully disengaged himself from her and on a coil of muscles shifted back up and over her settling himself back in the cradle of her hips, his hand replacing his mouth at her entrance. He leaned up kissing her on the mouth deeply as he gently probed first one, then another long finger into her. He captured her gasps and moans with his mouth as he moved his fingers in and out before curling them, stretching and easing her passage while keeping her passion at its highest.

When she started clawing at his back with both hands, her hips bucking and twisting uncontrollably under and against his hand, he shifted again withdrawing his hand. With the loss of his touch she tried to clamp her thighs so he couldn't leave her, causing him to chuckle softly as he withdrew his hand kissing her ear, moving over her he nuzzled the shell of her ear, "Relax, Jo…bend your knees."

This time she didn't hesitate, she trusted him, and he'd ensured she was so far gone in delirious passion and need that she couldn't even think about stopping it. Nodding as she sucked on her lower lip she bent her knees out to the side, and for the briefest moment felt far too vulnerable for comfort. Dean knew Jo, and knew she wasn't the 'vulnerable' kind, and so as she opened to him he bent to kiss her lips, drawing her lower lip from between her teeth and sucking it between his own lips, distracting her with his mouth as he braced himself over her. Suckling on her lip he eased himself into her, mindful to go slow and make sure she was ok. When he was fully sheathed in her tight heat, they both groaned and Dean dropped his head to Jo's neck his breathing going a little ragged as he fought for control.

Jo squeezed her eyes closed as she arched under him slightly; she let out a shaky breath as she caressed his back moving her hips up against him earning a ragged groan from him against her throat. Grinning she reached up tugging a little on his hair before whispering in his ear, "Come on Dean, don't stop now."

"I don't plan on it." He grinned kissing her neck once before he started moving against her. As he withdrew and surged back in, in a smooth glide he moved up to kiss her again moaning against her lips as she willingly opened to him this time. Sliding his tongue against hers he caressed the most intimate corners of her mouth as he built up a steady rhythm in her. Jo learned quickly what earned a reaction from him and after a short time of dueling tongues she slid her hands along his back to where his hips pivoted smoothly on the base of his spine clenching her inner muscles on him as he fully entered her and releasing as he pulled back.

When she felt her own release building Jo gripped his shoulders tightly, before one hand slid up and into his hair, shifting her hips in the familiar rhythm she wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself more to him. With the shift in position Dean penetrated deeper, and on a low moan of her name he broke their kiss, putting his forehead against hers he watched her as he felt her body clench around him in a shuddering release. The tightening muscles around him pulled his own release as he worked his hips against hers until he was spent. With the last of his strength he kissed Jo's forehead before letting himself collapse to her side so as not to crush her under him.

They both lay motionless for a short time, until breathing went back to normal, somewhat. Dean recovered his senses before Jo had fully regained hers, and without a word he rolled off the bed moving across the room. Jo snapped back to reality with the sudden rush of cool air on her side when he moved, and she shuddered. Not because she was cold but because she suddenly felt very vulnerable and alone, she hadn't expected him to just withdraw from her so soon. Shuddering and berating herself for being so stupid she turned on her side, curling up and squeezing her eyes shut, she didn't want to see him right now.

Her brow furrowed slightly as the room went dark, and when she opened her eyes she couldn't see anything in the darkness. She gasped slightly when she was suddenly lifted up and cradled against a broad chest before being set down on the second bed, the sheets cool and dry on her bare and still somewhat slick skin. When she felt the bed dip by her hip she sat up quickly glaring into the darkness, "What are you doing?"

Dean gave a slight snorting as if it were obvious, "Getting in bed, now lay down, Jo."

She resisted the tug on her arm he gave and continued glaring, "Oh no you don't get in your own bed."

He sighed heavily, sometimes Jo's mood changes like this could rival a hangover with how bad she made his head hurt. "Jo, I am not arguing with you over this. Lay your ass down or I am pinning you down and I promise you we won't be getting much sleep if that happens."

She was cussing him under her breath as she begrudgingly and stiffly laid down on her back, crossing her arms over her chest. She resisted him, futilely, when he wrapped an arm around her tiny waist drawing her closer to him. They were silent as Dean slid an arm under her head and he started rubbing her side gently. Jo stayed stiff and unyielding even as he ducked his head to kiss her cheek before whispering softly, "Come on Jo, give in and lean on someone for once. I know you haven't been sleeping, and you talk in your sleep when you do. You're not alone tonight, lean on me. Please."

There was an unabashed tender tone to his voice and even though it killed her that he knew she wasn't sleeping, knew she was scared of always being alone, she started relaxing in his hold. After a while Dean's hand stopped caressing her side and his breathing slowed, Jo still awake was worrying on her lower lip before she shifted slowly until her head rested against his chest so his heartbeat was in her ear. Just as slowly she wrapped an arm around his waist before finally letting herself relax. She closed her eyes and simply lay there, listening to his steady heart beat. Tonight had solved nothing, they weren't together, but they couldn't just ignore the tension between them. Tomorrow they would have to start hashing out just what this had been. But wouldn't you know it, as she drifted to sleep a faint smile tilting her lips, it was the first night in months that she slept soundly and without a hint of a nightmare.