Chapter 10
The next seventy-two hours were incredibly frustrating for Jo. Dean seemed determined to give Jo and Sam privacy while Sam tired to force Jo and Dean together. Researching with Dean or practicing on the range with him was just as awkward as the poltergeist job. Dean had also been avoiding any prolonged conversation with Sam. Although they were driving Kevin crazy, Cas was oblivious to the tension. On the third evening, Jo announced she was going to go make dinner. Alone. She glared at everyone as she left. Kevin took the opportunity he had been hoping for.
"OK, you two are going to figure this out. I am not translating a single word more until you do. Cas, I think now would be a great time for you to teach me Enochian," Kevin said, grabbing Cas by the elbow and steering him out of the room.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"He is right, you know. You have to stop pushing Jo and I together, it isn't going to happen," Sam said.
"I am ok with it. You didn't take the opportunity with Sarah when you should have, don't let this one slip by you too," Dean insisted.
Sam was quiet.
"You liked her enough to kiss her but now you are backing off?" Dean asked, irritated that Sam would brush off Jo.
"I didn't kiss her. I was going to kiss Beth, not Jo. I never even would have thought of her that way if I suspected she was Jo. Beth is gone. Just admit you are in love with Jo; go tell her and kiss her so we can all move on," Sam replied, his voice rising.
"Don't you love Jo?" Dean asked point blank.
"I love her like family, but I am not in love with her. There is a huge difference. Dean you lost her once, don't let it happen it again. If I could go back and change how I handled how I felt about Sarah, I would. You are being given a second chance with Jo. Don't blow it by trying to sacrifice everything for me," Sam said earnestly.
He stood, gripping Dean's shoulder briefly before leaving the room. Relief washed over Dean. He wasn't sure how Jo felt about Sam or himself, but he wasn't going to sit and wait for her to tell him. If she had given her heart to Sam, he was going to win it back. A sly smile slowly spread across his face.
Jo had just put the pie in the oven. Cooking and baking had really helped her frustration level. She turned to check on the burgers, stopping quickly when she saw Dean in the doorway. Her face flushed as he watched her intently. Not sure what he wanted, she turned back to the stove to flip the patties over. His footsteps seemed to echo across the floor.
"I'm sorry I tired to push you into things with Sam. I honestly wanted you and Sam to be happy; you two really would have been good for each other."
Jo froze, slowly turning to face Dean where he leaned on the counter. "I'm not good for you. I'm impulsive, stubborn, dangerous and a grifter, just like your mother warned you. But you are good for me. I am tired of fighting it," he said softly.
His hand covered hers on the counter. Jo's eyes rose to look deep into the green eyes that had haunted her dreams from the moment she first saw them. Dean stepped towards her pulling her to him. His free hand rested on the small of her back as he bent down. Their lips brushed ever so slightly. Letting go of her hand, he raised his hand to her face. His fingers slid into her hair as his lips met hers.