Chapter 10
Sam was asleep when Jo and Dean entered the hotel room. Dean locked the door behind them then found himself pushed against it by Jo as she kissed him fiercely. They made out at the door for a few minutes before Jo pulled away. She left Dean panting and leaning against the door as she retrieved her pajamas and went to the bathroom to change. She turned around and blew Dean a kiss from the door.
He smiled, then brushed his teeth at the sink and stripped off his shirt and pants. Jo came out in yoga pants and a tank top. She smiled shyly at Dean as she walked towards him.
"I had a really great time. Thanks for taking me on a date."
She stretched onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
"Good night."
He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him.
"One more kiss good night?" he smirked.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and they spent the next forty-five minutes kissing goodnight. She finally pulled away and went to the couch to sleep. Dean crawled into his bed and stared at the ceiling.
It had been such an eventful day; he was too wound up to sleep. He decided to replay their date in his head. He started to imagine what it would be like after they closed the Gates of Hell. Hunting would be easier. They would get married and maybe they could rebuild Bobby's house and have kids. At least two boys and a girl. As long as he was daydreaming, Bobby and Ellen would be back. They could help with the kids and keep Jo company when she wasn't out hunting with him. He wanted their children raised with more stability than he had growing up. He liked how Ellen had raised Jo in the same town with their own business. Maybe Sam could find a girl who understood hunting and they could get married and live close by. He slowly drifted off to sleep in the middle of his daydreams.
In his dream, he didn't just stop at kissing Jo on Baby's hood. Clothes were starting to fly when he saw Jo torn to shreds in front of him. He was jolted awoke to the sounds of Jo's stifled screams. He jumped out of bed and ran to the couch. Jo was screaming into her pillow.
"Jo, honey, Jo!"
He shook her shoulder slightly. She woke up and turned to Dean, sobs wracking her body. Dean folded her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her and stroking her hair.
"It's ok, I'm here. Did you have a nightmare?"
"Oh, Dean. I was having a really amazing dream. Then suddenly I saw a Hellhound and it… it… it went after you."
Dean was shocked, they had similar dreams but he didn't actually see the Hellhound.
"I don't think it meant anything," he said. "We just found out we are dealing with something that has beaten us before. That scares us both and now we are scared for each other."
Dean stood up with her in his arms and carried her to his bed.
"It kept the dreams away last night, so you are sleeping right here again," he said gently.
Dean held her and comforted her until she had calmed down. She finally fell asleep with her head nestled between his neck and shoulder, her hands on his chest. The feel of her breath on his neck reassured Dean that she was ok and he finally fell asleep as well. The next morning when Sam woke up, he found Jo and Dean tangled up in each other sound asleep.