A/N: I love your comments guys! I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks that about the whole Lisa thing, and wow, he's with her now. WTH? Did he not have any feelings for her at all, did he just forget that she died not a few months ago.
Jo opened her eyes and stretched out. She looked around to find her upper half sprawled across Dean's bare chest. She straightened up and pulled over to her own side. She looked back at his sleeping face. He was handsome, and sweet, she told her self. Then she stopped. What am I thinking, when he finds out about this it'll ruin his life, or Sam's. Dean started moving and she got up. She looked at the bathroom door inside the bedroom and back at Dean. She needed a shower, so she went in and closed the door behind her. She turned on the hot water and got in, closing the curtain behind her.
She put on her clothes from yesterday, except for the jacket and walked downstairs. She needed clothes soon. The same clothes weren't too bad, but by tomorrow who knew what would accumulate on it. She saw Bobby reading through some old books, and Sam sprawled across the couch, a thin gray blanket over his legs and some of his chest. He wore a gray shirt as well and looked content while he slept. She walked over and pulled a feather from the table. She went over to the couch and leant over. Jo moved the feather slowly across his nose and face. He moved, slapping himself in the face. She laughed and he grabbed her and threw her on him on the couch. He opened his eyes to find her sitting there. He narrowed his eyes.
"I was sleeping." He said. She laughed and looked at him. He was cute, and he was also very kind.
"What's going on?" Dean's rough voice broke in. She knew how it looked, with her sitting in Sam's lap as he was sitting up from his sleeping position on the couch. She jumped off. "Just teasing Sam." She said before going into the kitchen. Dean looked at Sam, eyes raised, but still a glare on his face. Sam innocently sat there and shrugged his shoulders.
Dean followed her into the kitchen. She was sitting at the table, wondering about how this was going to plan out. Dean looked at her and noticed the worry and stress on her face. She is under way too much, he thought as he sat down. And I'm going to find out what it's about if it takes me getting my ass kicked for prying by this blonde no-shit hunter.