Hell. It followed him everywhere. He couldn't escape the stench of burning flesh. He was back in the pit, slicing into some poor sap. He watched the blade bury itself deep into the soft, pink flesh. He shivered with excitement. The beautiful red blood flowed freely. "Let me go…" The man groaned.

It was then that Dean realized the man on the rack was himself. He looked into his own green eyes, and saw the desperation and fear mirrored.

He blinked, and in an instant he had switched places with himself. He was on the torture rack now. But he wasn't pleading for mercy. He wanted this. "Go ahead. Cut me." He challenged.

He felt the sick pleasure as the blade sliced deeply into his wrist.

"Dean, Dean, wake up."

"Huh?" He mumbled sleepily as the last remnants of the dream faded. He expected Sammy to be the one waking him, as usual. But it was Jo. She sat on the edge of the bed, hand still on his shoulder.

"Woah, how'd you get in here?" He was suddenly wide awake. He quickly made sure that his shirt was still masking the cuts.

"It's called a door, Sherlock." She smiled. "I heard you making noise, and thought you were having a nightmare." She took his hand, and seductively licked up his finger. "But when I got in here, you were making some seriously happy noises."

His eyes widened, and he felt a mix of emotions. He was definitely sick. Dreaming of cutting himself should not produce the same 'happy noises' as a wet dream.

Jo was so beautiful…her blue eyes sparkled in the dim light, and he realized that he wanted her. There had always been a sexual tension between them, but he respected her too much to do anything about it.

That, and the fact that he was terrified of her mother.

"Jo…" He gently removed his finger from her mouth. "What about Ellen? And Ash… and Sam?"

"All asleep in separate rooms." She bounced over to the door and turned the lock. "As long as we keep it down, we should be fine." She purred.

He let his eyes rake over her slim body. The moonlight shone through the window, hitting her nightgown in a way that allowed him to see right through it.

He felt his body betraying him. Dammit. He could smell her in the air and feel her close like a static charge. She was threatening as hell. Because she represented something frightening.

To Dean, Jo represented the potential for something he could never allow himself to have. He couldn't permit himself to corrupt her, to harm her, to poison her with his family and his name. He desperately wanted to protect her from himself.

But he also desperately wanted to fuck her into the next week

ATTENTION EVERYONE UNDER 18. STOP READING. Also, Daci. You should not be reading this hahahaha I apologize for corrupting you. The next text in bold is when it's safe to start reading again.

She giggled. "Looks like someone is ready." Jo climbed onto the bad, straddling his lap. "So, what do you say?" She whispered into his ear.

He didn't trust himself…if he let her in, he would be exposing her to all of the blood and terror that came from being involved with a Winchester.

But it had been so long since he had been intimate with someone…

"Hell yes," He felt himself mumble. Jo's eyes were wide, full of lust and excitement. Dean brushed his thumb across her cheekbone, smiling gently. He pressed his lips to hers. She was so soft…

Dean let his tongue slide across Jo's lower lip. He played with it for a moment, sucking it between his teeth to gently bite it.

Jo moaned and pressed closer, grinding her hips gently against his growing erection. She let her hands drop from his face to his hips, her slender fingers tickling him slightly as she lifted his shirt.

In this moment, Dean remembered the cuts. The scars….He couldn't let Jo see them…But maybe it was dark enough? But she was sure to feel them…

He stopped kissing her, and panicked, yanking his shirt back down.

"Dean?" Jo pulled away, looking hurt. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, not at all…" He struggled to find an explanation, feeling guilty.

"Dean, I know something's up with you." She said softly, caressing his face. "Tell me, please."

He avoided her gaze, but she took his face in her hands. "Please."

Her beautiful eyes, filled with so much worry and care…could he really turn her away?

"Fine…just…please don't freak out."

"I won't." She eyed him with curiosity.

"Promise me you won't treat me any differently."

She laughed nervously. "Geez, what's up? Do you have a third nipple or something?" She teased.

"Worse." Dean tried to keep his tone light, but anxiety crept in.

"Can I…?" Jo hesitantly started to lift his shirt again.

"Yeah," He allowed her to toss his shirt to the side. He was thankful for the dim light that concealed the worst of his injuries.

She ran her hands across his chest and stomach, feeling every cut and scar. "They're nothing to be ashamed of, Dean." She said softly. "All hunters have scars. It's part of the job description."

She thought they were from hunting. Thank God.

"Mmm" He latched his lips back onto hers, and started undoing the buttons of her nightgown with renewed passion. His mouth dropped to her neck, gently kissing his way down to her collarbone where he started sucking gently.

She moaned, and her hands fell to his belt, skillfully undoing it.

At the same time, he lifted the nightgown over her head, revealing matching lace bra and panties.

He flipped her over and tugged her panties down. He trailed wet kisses down her smooth stomach, and paused just above her womanhood. "Jo, are you sure?" He asked in a husky voice.

"Yes! Dean, please…" She whined breathlessly. The sound of her begging made his dick throb even harder.

He abandoned all reserve, and parted her legs, letting his tongue flick across her clit. Her back arched in the air, and he could tell she was trying to keep quiet. He smiled, taking pride in making her come completely undone.

He slid a finger between her folds, moving it around gently. God, she was so tight.

"More." She demanded.

He slipped another finger inside her, curling them up to massage her g-spot.

"Dean! Mmm, oh, yes…"

The filthy sounds she was making….he wanted nothing more than to pound into her…

"Shit. Jo, baby, I don't have a condom." He realized, his heart dropping.

She grinned. "Let's just say I had this planned." With a smirk, she reached out to the bedside table and opened the drawer, rummaging around for a moment. "Jackpot." She ripped the condom wrapper open with her teeth.

"Fuck, babe, that's so hot." He growled.

She seductively slipped it onto his aching member.

He lined himself up to her entrance. "Are you ready?"

"Yes! Give it to me!"

He slowly guided his cock into her, loving every second. The hot, sweet inside of her pussy seemed to pulse in rhythm with his own dick.

She moaned as he filled her up. "OH! Dean, move, please…I'm ready!"

He started slowly at first, and then picked up the pace. He thrust into her again and again, rolling his hips to hit her sweet spot every time.

He looked down at her ample breasts bouncing as he pounded her. Her blonde hair was splayed across the pillow, her eyes shut in ecstasy as she rolled her head from side to side.

He felt his cock swelling, he was getting close.

"Shit, Jo…I'm…I'm gonna –"

"Me too!" She cried out.

On impulse, he grabbed her breasts, still thrusting in and out of her.

"Oh, OH! DEAN!"

"JO, BABY!"

They cried out each other's names, and rode out their orgasms together.

Breathing hard, Dean stayed inside her for a moment, grinning. "That was amazing."

"Yeah." Jo appeared dazed, a giddy smile plastered onto her face.

Dean finally slid out of her, disposing of the condom into the wastebasket near the bed.

He eased himself down beside her, snuggling up against her back so she was the little spoon.

She giggled happily, and he sighed with contentment.

Alright, safe to read again. Sorry guys lol. Also, that was my first attempt at writing smut. Sorry if it sucks.