Sorry for the long wait.


Chapter nine: And oh, so you know, I'm still in your sweater boy.

Jo frowned when Dean parked his car in front of her house. The night had been so weird. First, instead of the usual diner they ate at, Dean had taken her to a little restaurant saying he didn't feel like eating hamburgers. That had been the first clue that it wasn't a normal night out because Dean always felt like eating burgers.

At the movies, everything had been normal again so she told herself she was being paranoid and that she was making their night out into something it wasn't. When they left the movie theater, it had been a little cold and Dean had insisted she wear his sweater, even though she claimed she felt fine. Then, had they got in his car, he had stayed silent the whole ride to her house. That had been the second clue that it wasn't a normal night out: Dean was never silent after a movie.

"Dean?" Jo started, and waited until he looked at her before asking what was really on her mind. "Was this a date?" The other teen only shrugged. "I don't know. Did you want it to be one?" "Depends if it was one or not."

Dean sighed. "What if it was?" Jo took her time before speaking again. "Well, if this was a date you should escort me to my door and kiss me. That's how every good date ends." Dean smiled and pulled her closer. "Or I could kiss you right her, right now." Jo nodded. "You could."

He smiled again and kissed her. They pulled away after a moment, both needing air. Jo was slightly breathless when she spoke. "Wow…" "Tell me about it…" Jo sighed when the porch light was turned on. "That's my cue to go…"

She opened the door and stopped when Dean said her name. "What?" He kissed her one last time. "I'll see you tomorrow." Jo smiled at him and shut the door. He waited until she was safely inside before leaving.


"You bought a new shirt?" Ellen asked her daughter. "Mm? Oh, it's Dean's shirt." The older Harvelle smirked at that. "And what exactly are you doing wearing Dean's shirt?" Jo shrugged. "I was cold." Ellen laughed and asked her daughter if she was Dean's new girlfriend. "I guess." She pulled her daughter into a hug. "I hope he treats you right."

She left and Jo took out her cellphone, texting Dean to tell him she still had his shirt. She couldn't stop the smiled forming on her face when she got his reply.

'Keep it.'


Dean entered his house and couldn't help the smile plastered on his face. His mother noticed and smiled at her oldest son. "Well, you look happy." "That's because I am." Mary beamed at that: if her children were happy than she was happy. "Can I ask why?" Sam, who was passing through, didn't give Dean the chance to answer. "He's back from his date with Jo!"

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother. "Really?" asked Mary. "How did it go?" He smiled, remembering the kiss they had shared in his car. "It went well." "I'm guessing that's why you're not wearing your sweater?" Dean shrugged. "She was cold so I gave it to her." His mother smiled at him and left after telling him to go to bed soon.

The teenager went to his room and flopped down on his bed, thinking about the evening he had passed with Jo. He decided to send her one last message before going to sleep.

'Miss you already. Good night.'

He smiled and closed his eyes after reading her reply.

'You're cute. See you tomorrow. G'night.'


Dean's eyes scanned the hallways looking for Jo as soon as he entered the school. He spotted her talking with Pam and Ash. "Hey guys!" Jo turned around and flashed him a smile. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, not caring that they were in school or that Ash was talking to him.

"You're still wearing my sweater." She shrugged. "It's cold outside." Dean smiled. "You look good in it." Pam and Ash rolled her eyes. "C'mon Pam," Ash said, "let's leave these two lovebirds, they're making me sick."

Their friends left and Jo wrapped her arms around Dean's waist, pulling her body closer to his. "I'm cold." She said. Dean rolled his eyes at that. "You're just looking for an excuse to wrap your arms around me." "Maybe…"

Dean laughed and kissed the top of her head before pulling away. "Come on or we'll be late for class."