Almost done with the story! There's just one more chappie left. Reviews would be REALLY welcome


Sam and Jo were drinking beer, sitting in two stools much closer to Dean than he wished they were. Not touching. Not talking. Not even daring looking at each other anymore. Dean silently cursed himself for following Sam that night.

Awesome! Now I'm stuck with these two till they decide it's time to leave or to have another round at the storeroom.) Dean was a resourceful man, but he sure as hell was not suicidal. Trying to leave unnoticed a silent place with two hunters in it was unrealistic. He could trust Sam, unless he took him for a shapeshifter, but Jo... she had her mom to thank for her whole "first shoot, then ask" attitude. And even if they knew it was HIM, situation would be, at best, weird.

In the bar, Jo cleared her throat to speak, still not looking Sam in the eye.

"So what's wrong with Dean?"

"Would you mind NOT talking about my brother immediately after we have sex?" Sam snapped back, "it's sort of unflattering, you know?"

Dean was still trying to understand what the fuck was wrong with Sam when Jo practically jumped from the stool and dropped her bottle on the counter. She started poking his chest with her finger.

"Listen, Winchester: you don't get to do this to me", she raised her face to look him in the eye and, even if she was much shorter than him, Dean somehow felt she was making Sammy feel smaller. "I haven't heard from you in a month. It this how it's going to work? You fuck me whenever you want, wherever you want, as many times as you want and still have the right to be mad at me", she shot, as he lowered his head in defeat. She slapped him hard in the chest, teary eyed. "I've been dreaming of it every night. Going through it every.fucking.night since then. I can't sleep more than two hours on a row. You hear? And I know you're going through the same, and you're the only one who can help, and you don't. You DON'T and I don't know why. And I'm just asking you..." hysteria was gradually mixing with her words "why... I'm just asking why, what's wrong with you... What's wrong with him 'cos only for him you'd make us both go through this hell."

Sam just whispered "sorry" once, and again, and again till she was sitting in her stool, looking calmer. His hand was slowly caressing her tight.

"Do you ever think this could be part of the demon's plan?"

"Of course. Wild sex is one of the signs of the apocalypse. Everybody knows," she teased.

"I'm serious. I mean, it's not like I've always been like this."

"It's a pity Sam, 'cos when I was a kid, I had this dream that a knight in a shining armour would come and fuck me against a counter. You're my childhood wish come true."

He couldn't stop a tired smile and a squeeze in her tight.

"You used the Colt. You killed him and you know it. What's wrong NOW, Sam?"

His eyes were lost far away from her. He wouldn't say a word.

"Ok, you're not telling me", Jo continued as she got up and positioned herself in front of his stool, in between his long legs. She softly took his face in her hands so he would look her in the eye. "Just let me do something for you. Let me make it better, Sam", she said while she fumbled with the zipper in his jeans. "Let me do for you what you do for me."

Sam took her small hand out of his pants.

(And his epitaph will say: Sam Winchester. First and probably only dude ever to say no to a blowjob.)

"You don't have to make it up to me, remember?". It was barely a whisper.

Big brown eyes met sad hazel ones.

"We are together in this, remember? Tell me what it is that you want. Use me, Sam", her fingers drew unknown forms under his shirt. "Tell me what you need."

He opened his mouth as if that single movement hurt.

"Can we... can we sleep together tonight?", he finally let out.

Jo raised an eyebrow, looking amused.

"I'm not sure that's the most appropriate term to refer to what we do, but..."

"Dean's met this girl he hadn't seen in years and he's spending the night out. Can we, erm, can we pretend this is... normal?"

"Normal, huh?"

"Like in going to your place, having a shower together, doing it on the mattress with our hair still wet, watching TV a little bit, sleeping together a little bit... You know, normal."

Dean could see how Jo's body noticeably tensed up as his brother spoke.

(Dude, looks like you're not gonna like the answer.)

"Do you want me to pretend I'm Jess?", she inquired, getting away from his touch.

"No... NO!", he shook his head. "I'd just like to pretend there's something normal in our lives. Only for tonight," pleading eyes asked her.

(Bitch! He's using his 'I'm so cute' gaze. It used to get him all the cookies.)

She took a deep breath and got closer to him again.

"I can do it for you", she replied, nervously combing her hair with her fingers. "I told you anything you needed was fine."

(And once again, Sammy gets the double chocolate chip cookie.)

She took his hand and they started walking out of the bar. None of them looked remotely happy or excited about it. There was something bothering Dean about the whole thing, but he could not put the finger on it. Maybe he had enjoyed being Jo's hero a bit too much. Maybe it had to do with actually SEEING the way Sam taking what was going to happen in some months. Maybe he noticed they haven't kissed once and for some reason, that made it all look so fucking sad.