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Sorry? It was an evil evil cliffhanger.

Well I'm sure you'll enjoy this :)

As the door slammed shut Jo lifted her eyes just in time to see Dean striding towards her. In one smooth movement he lifted her off of her bed and into his arms. Jo looked into his eyes, her breath ragged, her veins pulsing in surprise and desire. For a few seconds they stood like that but it felt like eternity. She took in every minute detail of his face – his eyes, his hair, and his lips. She took a deep breath of the leather and closed her eyes. She wanted to remember how this felt forever. But there was something nagging in the back of her brain. Something wasn't adding up. She had to know.

"Dean?" She breathed, and felt his finger on her lips as he gently shushed her.

She tried again. "Dean what is this?"

She felt the crash of his lips against hers. She wanted to protest, she wanted to talk about this, but she was Jo and he was Dean. So she kissed him back, fast and furiously. She didn't want to give him time to rethink. She didn't want him to change his mind. She wouldn't be able to bare it again. She felt his hand slide up her back and he helped her out of her shirt. As she pushed him back onto the bed she returned the favour and she took a second to run her fingers over his muscles.

Dean stared up at the girl on top of him. As she lent down to kiss him again but he caught her face in his hands. He had to tell her. He needed her to know.

"Jo, I love you." Jo's eyes slowly widened in shock, those were the words she'd waited for so long to hear.

"I love you too." And tears started to roll down her face as she kept kissing him, undoing her bra and furiously tried taking off his pants. She stopped thinking, stop trying to understand the sudden change. She just enjoyed the moment she'd been looking forward to for so long. And this time, Dean was more than happy to oblige.

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Dean woke up first, finding his body curled around Jo. She was still deeply asleep. Last had been amazing, it was everything he hoped it would be. He stroked his fingers up and down her arm, just breathing in her scent. He chuckled quietly, when he realised he was still wearing his jacket, she'd asked him to keep it on. This was so perfect what they had. So right, besides for one tiny detail. He was going to hell. And soon. Way too soon. He sighed as he laced his hands behind his head. What was he going to do? Find a way to save himself and risk Sam? Or just let it come and break Jo's heart? He watched her peaceful sleeping form and wondered if it was still too late to save her heart. If he acted like a jerk could he save her? Spare her the pain?

He rolled out of bed with a heavy heart. He got dressed and met Sam down in the diner for breakfast.

Sam smirked as he saw Dean's bedraggled form. Well its alright for some.

"You didn't come back last night"

"I'm sorry dear; it was a late night at the office." Dean sarcastically replied.

"Well who was it?"

"It's a long story."

Dean glanced at his brother's face. He couldn't risk him, not for anyone or anything. And if he could save Jo's heart, then it was a bonus.

Enter jerk mode.

Oh dear. Poor poor Jo.

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