Dean pressed a kiss into Jo's hair. "You know, you technically took my virginity." He smirked.
She turned to face him. "What?"
"You heard me. I haven't been laid since before I got out of Hell."
She smiled proudly. "Well, I feel honored."
"You should." He kissed her tenderly, a stark difference from the passionate kisses they had shared earlier.
She turned back around, snuggling up to him and grabbing his arms so they reached around her waist. He felt himself drifting off to sleep again, but felt Jo's body stiffen.
"Dean...what are these?"
He realized that she had been stroking his arms. Shit...
She sat up and switched on the lamp. He awkwardly tried to hide his arms beneath the covers.
"Stop." She grabbed his hands, looking in shock at the mess of cuts and scars that ran up and down his forearms. Her eyes roamed to his chest as well. Realization crossed her face.
"Oh, honey..."
"You promised." Dean said gruffly. "You promised not to treat me any different."
"Dean..."
"Please, Jo." He couldn't look her in the eyes.
"Dean, look at me."
He hesitantly met her gaze.
"Sweetheart, why would you do this to yourself?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
She kissed one of the bigger cuts on his wrist. "If you ever change your mind...I'm here. I mean it."
"Thanks."
She laid back down beside him, clinging to him as if he would disappear. He heard her sniff quietly, and realized that she was crying.
Why would someone cry over him? He wasn't worth it.
"I'm sorry, Jo." He whispered.