A Chance to Love - 5 of 11
The Wedding
Before they knew it, it was the day before their wedding. Sam and Dean were already in town. Jo had managed to buy a home and the boys were staying there with him. They had warmed up to the idea of Jo being part of their family. John could tell they really liked having a place to call home. He regretted how much they had moved around when the boys were little. But, back then he was doing what he though was best. Now he was doing what he knew was best.
Ellen and Jo were busy with the last minute details. Bobby and Pastor Jim arrived in the evening. Ash, well, he tended to live at the Roadhouse.
Jo spent the last night in the room that she'd grown up in. She looked around and took in all the details. It didn't look as it usually had because she had moved some of her belongings to the house for her and John.
There was a knock on the door and she heard her mom's voice on the other side. "Come on in," she said, still lost in her thoughts.
"How do you feel about getting married tomorrow? Having any second thoughts?"
"No, mom," Jo smiled. She knew her mom was happy about the wedding.
Ellen sat down on the bed by her daughter. "Well, I guess this is the last night you get to be my little girl," she brushed Jo's hair back. "I just wish your dad could see you now. He'd be so proud of you and so happy for you.." She struggled for a moment to find the words and took one of Jo's hands in hers. "John's a good man, Jo. He's not like the other hunters. He'll protect and love you until the end of forever. But, if it turns out that it isn't the case, I want to be the first person you come to. I want to make sure you get the happy life you deserve. But, I've known John for so many years. He seems to wear his heart on his sleeve around you."
Silence.
"Mom, why didn't you ever give me the birds and the bees talk?"
"I guess I just figured you somehow knew. I was so busy running the Roadhouse and I thought you would have picked up bits and pieces from the hunters and their stories. Once the guys took an interest in you, I assumed you'd figured it out with one of them. Why?"
"John had to explain things to me." Jo didn't look up from her bedspread.
Ellen was shocked. "Well, John would never mislead you, Jo. It is last minute here, but do you have anything you need to know?"
"Do you think I'll be a good wife even though---considering my inexperience?"
"I think you'll be a wonderful wife. You'll have an understanding husband. Experience is just your past. You have your future to look to now. Don't be scared of being with John. He is very kind."
Jo just nodded. She felt better that she and Ellen had had a short talk. Ellen kissed Jo on the forehead, and gave her a hug as she told her goodnight. Ellen remembered bittersweetly that it would be the last night for her to do that. She stayed strong, though, and the tears didn't come until she was safely in her own room.
Ellen made sure every man had a flower on his lapel. Then she had to ask John to help her with her flower. Ellen noticed that his hands were a little shaky. "What's wrong with you, John?" She teased. John just blushed. "Why don't you get someone else to help me out here before you stab me?"
Pastor Jim came over and pinned Ellen's flower on. "John's just a little nervous, Ellen. Go easy on him."
"Sure," she replied before she went into Jo's room to help her get ready.
Jo had picked a long gown with lace sleeves and a high collar. There were so many little buttons. The dress was so detailed and delicate. Jo's face just beamed. Ellen helped her with her veil. Jo decided to start the ceremony with the veil down and let John put it up during the ceremony. Ellen took another look at her little girl all grown up. "Ready to go? They are waiting for you."
Jo started out of her room and Ellen followed behind, carrying part of Jo's train.
Pastor Jim stood ready at the end of the makeshift aisle. To the right stood John with Sam and Dean. Bobby and Ash were each seated facing Pastor Jim. Ash saw Ellen and Jo standing there and started pushed play for the 'Wedding March'.
Jo looped her hand through Ellen's arm and held her pink tulips with both hands. They walked up the aisle, slowly to the music. Although neither one said so, their legs were like jell-o for different reasons. Jo, because it was her wedding day. Ellen, she was giving away her little girl.
Ellen stood by Jo's side through the ceremony. After the vows, Ellen saw John's face as he lifted Jo's veil. He was close to tears. They shimmered in his eyes. He put his arms at Jo's waist so they could get closer.
John's lips touched Jo's so gently. Over and over his kisses were tender. When they came up for air, Bobby said," I think he meant just one kiss, John." Most of them laughed. John and Jo turned a little red.
They had some music playing and everyone wanted to dance with the happy couple. The first dance was for John and Jo. There was no space between them as they slow danced. They looked like they belonged together. The doubts about the age difference went away. Jo's gown floated across the floor and John actually wore a suit.
Sam and Dean watched their Dad and Jo from the bar. Sam started to laugh out of the blue.
"What?" Dean demanded.
"You kissed our step-mom! Is any of this strange to you?"
"That was a long time ago, dude," Dean took a swallow of his beer. "Clearly, she belonged with Dad." And he walked off.
Sam was still shaking his head at the thought. His dad had just said that Jo would be joining their family. It didn't hit Sam until he saw them dancing at their wedding that technically she was his step-mom.
Dean danced with Jo. He thought about how Jo looked so radiant and in love. "I'm sorry about before--" he started out.
"It was wrong place, wrong time," she smiled up at him. "Now we're family. You and Sam will always have a home with us. I plan on you two being regulars. John worries about you. Having you stop by often might ease his mind."
Dean promised to make a point of coming home often. Jo was happy that she and Dean could be friends without it being awkward.
When Sam took Jo in his arms, her neck hurt from looking up at him. Sam was a quiet soul but he did say that she and John made a wonderful couple. Behind the laughter Jo knew that he was missing Jessica, the woman from college that he'd planned to propose to. The demon had killed her the same way he'd killed Mary.
Ellen danced with John. "You take good care of my little girl, John."
"She quit being a little girl quite a while ago," John gave Ellen one of his warm smiles. "She's grown into a beautiful woman. She's my wife . . . I still can't get used to saying that. We'll take care of each other. You don't need to worry about having her move far away, either. I like it here."
"I trust you to keep your word," Ellen sighed. "It's just hard to think that I'll be living all alone."
"We aren't far away," John assured her. "Jo will still be here to help out and I'll still be a regular. I'll help out, too, you know."
"I know," Ellen was silent. "It's just a big change."
"Yes it is," John couldn't think of anything to say to make Ellen feel better.
After their goodbyes, John helped Jo get in his truck. He had to be careful not to get her dress caught into anything. He shut her door and put her overnight bag in the back.
John had registered at the motel earlier in the day. He'd bought champagne and had it on ice. He'd also brought candles that he'd scattered around the room. They pulled in the parking lot and he parked in front of their motel room. Jo started to try to organize her dress to get out. "Just wait here a minute while I open up the room."
Jo wasn't sure what he was up to, but she was excited and willing to wait. She liked surprises.
Jo didn't close the door the whole way on his way out. He went out to the truck, grabbed the bags and went back in. He was out in a flash, still leaving the door ajar. He walked to the passenger side of the car, opened Jo's door, and leaned in to give her a kiss. "Good evening, Mrs. Winchester."
"Good evening Mr. Winchester," she smiled and started to laugh.
John reached in and picked Jo up. "What are you doing?" She was startled to be off the ground.
"Carrying my wife over the threshold," John said with a smile. He kicked the truck door shut, the motel door open and then shut again. He carefully navigated the doorway holding his treasured bride.
When he set her down, she saw the flickering candlelight in the room, and knew what a special man John was. She stretched to give him a kiss and put her arms around his neck. "This is beautiful,"
"No. You are beautiful," he replied. He put his hands on her waist and they slow danced to a song that only they could hear. It was relaxing and sensual and so right for them.
John popped the champagne, and poured them each a glass. "I just thought the occasion called for something special."
Jo smiled as she took a glass. "To us and our love," John's voice was full of feeling.
"To us and our love," Jo repeated as they clicked glasses. She took a sip and it tasted so good.
"Come here, my wife," Jo couldn't help but follow that voice. "How did you like the day's festivities?"
"They were all I thought they would be."
"Really? You're in love with a man who is imperfect by far."
"But you are perfect to me." She'd finished her glass and set it down. She became mesmerized by his lips. She started kissing John and could not get enough of his lips. She parted her lips and hungrily tasted his mouth.
John's hands moved from her waist and up her sides. His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw line. He found her ear and kissed and nibbled it. Jo shivered. John noticed the change in her breathing. "I want to free you from this dress," John whispered in the ear he had been attending to.
"Go ahead," Jo turned around and held her long hair to the side.
John nuzzled her neck and the smell of her hair was intoxicating. He slowly handled the pearl buttons at her collar. He kissed her newly revealed skin as he moved on with the buttons. His kisses moved to her shoulders. He pressed his lips to the crook of her neck and drew in, gently sucking. Jo sighed.
Partway down the back, he discovered that there was a zipper under the rest of the small buttons. He unzipped it and let it fall to the ground. He walked around to face Jo and took her hands to help her step over the fluffy dress.
He saw an angel standing before him. She had white under things, a garter belt, nylons and a garter. In the flickering candlelight, he saw her smile and walk toward him. His hands went to her waist and he pulled her close. She raised her arms up to his shoulders. He reached around her waist and opened the clasp for her bridal bra. It fell and Jo was able to breathe regular again for the first time all day.
He stepped back and took in the image of Jo. She seemed shy, but she didn't try to hide anything. "You are so beautiful, Jo," he could hardly catch his breath to say the words.
He knelt before her and started to slide her garter down her leg. Jo ran her fingers through his hair. She lifted her foot slightly as he slid it around her heel and off her foot. Next, he unclipped the nylon on one leg. He methodically removed the nylon as he left a trail of kisses down her leg. He ran his hands up her other leg, feeling the material of the nylons Jo bought just for today. When the last nylon was freed, John slid his hands up the sides of her legs. He slid a finger under the sides of her garter belt and slowly drug it to the floor.
He started to kiss her legs, slowly moving upward. When he got to her knees, he placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh. "Do you want me to stop?" he laid his head against her thigh and waited for her answer.
"Not now," she was breathless. "Just love me."
John continued to move his kisses up her inner thighs. Softly, tenderly, his lips made a wandering trail. Jo started to breathe heavy, John was glad that Jo was giving into the pleasure.
John laid his head against her flat stomach and kissed a line above her panties. "Ooh, John," Jo's voice sounded how John felt. "I---- don't stop----please---"
He slid her panties down and helped her step out of them Then, he admired his bride in the candlelight. She looked back at him, comfortable, and in love.
Slowly, she walked toward John, wearing nothing but her wedding ring. She unbuttoned his jacket and helped him shrug it off. She fumbled with the tie, not knowing how it worked. John took his tie off and then started to caress Jo's soft skin. Jo tried to concentrate on the buttons on his shirt, but the sensation of John's hands on her was very, well, distracting.
Once his shirt was off, Jo pressed herself against him. She loved the tickle of his hairy chest against her.
"Mmmm," John's voice rumbled. "I'll just follow your lead."
"You'll need to lead when I get lost," she replied. She moved her head to get a kiss. Slowly, she worked the belt buckle, button and zipper. "Please get naked for me. I want to see my husband."
John obliged her and took her back into his arms. They moved in their own slow dance. Attire was wedding rings only.
John pulled back the covers and eased into bed. He held the covers up for her. Jo came to their bed and eased into John's awaiting embrace.
They laid facing each other. Gazing into each others eyes. Exploring the feel of each other. John moved his hands from her waist to her lower abdomen. "Can I?" his voice was close to her ear.
"Yes….."
His hand ventured lower. "Do I lead now?"
"Yes…."
He eased his hand between her thighs and just gently rubbed the outside of her womanhood. When he felt moisture, he ventured a small distance inside, keeping his touch soft.
"I want to tonight," she had a hard time forming the words. She tried to reach for John below the waist and only managed to brush against him. "I really want you tonight."
John had heard the words he'd hoped she say one day. He didn't let his emotion change anything. He kept going slowly.
With one hand, he led her hand to where he was throbbing. He sucked in when she started to move her hand.
John kept moving his hand and fingers, caressing. Jo didn't tense up, she started to move her hips.
"I can go in just a little," John whispered. "You tell me if you need me to stop."
Jo couldn't find the words. She just nodded at she looked at him, full of trust and love. His eyes drank in the trust and love and it surrounded him.
He moved into place and started to enter. He stopped and said, "Just relax a little, honey. I'm not going to force anything.." Then his lips captured hers. Jo was so engrossed in kissing that John was able to move just a little further. Jo noticed, but continued to kiss John.
When John felt resistance inside her, he looked directly into Jo's eyes. "This is where it will hurt," he apologized. "Do you want to stop?"
"It has to happen sometime, right?" she sounded unsure. John just nodded. "Have you done this before?" she asked.
"Just with Mary," he confided. "I can be as gentle as I can while I get through. Then, I will just stay still. From there on, it's up to you."
"Let's get it over with," Jo said. "I want to make love to you every night. If we have to do this first, I just want it done. I'm glad it's you. I feel safe with you."
John returned his mouth to hers. After a few moments, he broke through the barrier and Jo cried out. He held himself still. He wiped away a tear on her face. "How are you doing?"
"It is getting better," she said in a shaky voice. "My first instinct was to push you off me."
"This will make it better," John's voice comforted her. He moved slightly and Jo's face went from hurting to unsure. So, he continued on, gently stroking, hoping it would take the pain away. When he started to feel friction, he pulled out.
"How are you doing now?" His face showed concern.
"Better than at first. It will get easier, right?" She looked at him for reassurance.
"More than that," John responded. "It will be pleasurable. It will be something that you desire to do. That is why they call it making love." He reached his hand back down and said," Let me show you something."
She looked nervous.
"Just trust me. I'll make it better." She could have fallen into those big brown eyes. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
John probed softly until he found what he was looking for. When his finger hit the nub, Jo let out a surprised, "Oh!"
"Concentrate on the sensations," he tried to help her along as he followed what she responded to. The nub was like a magic button. Jo started to move her hips and turn her head from side to side. "It's okay to make sounds or tell me what you want," he ran a finger across her lower lip, which she'd been biting.
He watched her face as he brought her higher, higher, and over. Her body shook with spasms.
"That--That felt wonderful," Jo was breathless. "What was it?"
"Orgasm," was his simple reply. "I'm glad I was able to make you feel better." He fell into her embrace and they fell asleep with their limbs entangled.
They awoke around noon. Their stomachs woke them up. They went to a restaurant and then back to bed for some more sleep. More cuddling. More love.
Jo grew comfortable with their lovemaking. John was happy that she was able to enjoy a marital benefit.
"Here come the Honeymooners," Dean was sitting on the couch when they walked in. "Enjoy your trip?"
Jo turned beet red.
"Yeah, we did. Have you guys been making yourself at home?"
"Sure have," Dean replied. "Had a heck of a time stopping Sammy from putting devil's traps all over, though. Didn't know if Jo was into that type of decor."
"I don't know either. But, Sam meant well."
"Welcome back," Sam came in from the kitchen. "We're out of peanut M&Ms. If you want to make a list, we'll go to the store."
"I'll go check the cupboards," Jo was unsure of how much the boys had eaten while they were gone.
"How's married life treating you, Dad?" Dean asked.
"Good. Very good." He smiled at Dean. "You should try it sometime."
"Oh, it's not for me. I don't have a favorite kind of ice cream. I like all 31 flavors." Dean smirked.
Jo returned with a list and Dean hopped off the couch. "Ready to go, Sammy?" he asked. Sam had his mouth too full to answer. He followed Dean out the door with a sandwich in hand. Sam was always hungry.
"Don't let Dean get to you," John told Jo. "He's just trying to get you to blush. You don't have to be ashamed of what we've been doing. What we have is a gift. A glorious gift."
"It'll just take some getting used to," Jo came in for a kiss.
The next time John was at the Roadhouse, he had a run in with Cole. John was just sitting at a time when Cole stomped over. "You with Jo?" Cole asked in a voice that was meant to intimidate.
"Yeah," John drawled as his eyes met Cole's. John stayed relaxed on the outside but he knew Cole could fly off the handle and John was ready to spring into action if he had to. His hands still encircled his beer.
"Why would she date a guy like you?" Cole said. "You're nothing special. I'm younger and a great hunter."
"Apparently she didn't see it that way," John kept his cool.
"You knew we were going out--" Cole Started.
"That was over before I even entered the picture," John explained.
"She'll come back to me," Cole was a stubborn one. "She knows to come back to me."
That sounded a little odd to John, and more than a little threatening. "Stay away from Jo, Cole. If you mess with her, I might have to get involved."
"Oh, like you could ever hurt me," Cole found it impossible.
"I could. I've been at this hunter thing longer than you. I have learned more because I have had more time to. Don't try to set me off. As far with Jo, it wouldn't take hardly any provocation and I'd be on your case."
"Are your threatening me?" Cole put both hands flat on the table and leaned toward John.
"Nope. Just a warning." John still hadn't moved. He looked directly into Cole's eyes.
"Whatever," Cole responded as he whirled around and went to a table on the other side of the room.
A few minutes later, Jo came up behind John, rested her arms on his shoulders and kissed his hair. "What did Cole want?"
"You," John clasped one of her hands in his. "Let me know if he even talks to you in the wrong tone, okay?"
"Sure, babe," she stood back up. "I should be able to leave soon."
"No hurry," John said. "I know Ellen misses you."
"But I'm missing time with my husband," she said in a hushed tone. Her eyes were sparkling.
John moved so Jo could sit on his lap. He kissed her ear and whispered," I really, really miss my wife." John was delighted to see Jo's face blush at the mention of marital activities even though she had brought it up first.
"I'll go tell Mom I'm going," Jo was hurrying away.
John just laughed to himself. How did he get so lucky? He'd found real love two times in one lifetime.
As they walked out with Jo's fingers looped in John's jeans and Johns arm around her shoulders, their mind was already at home. They didn't catch Cole's glare, trying to burn a hole through John's back.
They turned the corner and saw the Impala parked in front of their house. "I still--" Jo hoped John could fill in the rest of her sentence for her.
"It's fine," John reasoned. "Sam and Dean have the spare room and the couch. I know this is the first time with them home, but isn't going to be the last."
John didn't seem concerned about it, so Jo figured it would be okay. If it wasn't okay, John would fix it.
Sam was crouched over his computer, doing research. Dean had maps and papers scattered out in front of him. They were busy matching up information, trying to figure out where they needed to go on the road next.
"Hey," Dean waved distractedly when he heard them come in. Sam waved from where he was.
"Onto something?" John asked walking over to Dean.
"Not yet. Just some interesting things happening, but no pattern as of yet," Dean put his pen in his mouth as he shuffled some papers.
"Thanks for getting internet," it was the first time Sam had spoken. "I like being able to relax here and yet still be connected to whatever our next job might be."
"Gets us home more often, too." Dean smirked, "Sick of us yet?"
"Of course not," Jo stepped in. "You don't know how bad this big guy worries when you're gone."
After the boys left for the Roadhouse in the evening, Jo breathed a sigh of relief. "I have you all to myself now," she wrapped her arms around him.
"Hmm," John was smiling wide. "Now that you have me, what do you plan on doing with me?"
Jo started to laugh and kissed him.
Dean and Sam were just having a brew at a table when a guy came up and slammed himself into an empty chair. "Who does your dad think he is?" he angrily asked.
Dean and Sam looked at each other. "John," Dean smirked and stated plainly," he thinks he is John."
"Why is he dating Jo?" The man was still angry.
Dean shrugged," Because he can?" Sam was taking it all in, wondering who the guy was.
"No he can't! She belongs to me!" the man was on his feet in a flash. "The next time I see the two of them together, I'm going to beat the crap out of him and she'll realize that she needs to be with me!"
"Not such a good plan, buddy," Dean explained. "John isn't a wimp and girls aren't actually impressed by fighting." He paused for a minute while the man let it sink in. "Got a Plan B? Or another girl in mind?"
"Nope. Just Jo."
"Well, good luck then," Dean said as Sam stood and went to see Ellen at the bar.
"Who is that guy?" Sam asked her.
"Oh, that is Cole. He had it bad for Jo. She liked him, too, but he screwed it up somehow. She hasn't talked to him since."
"He thinks he is going to give Dad a beating and therefore win Jo back. He's planning it for the next time he sees them together. How he worded his relationship with Jo was more like ownership or she knew better than to leave him. What's up with that?"
"I don't know," Ellen replied. "But I thought there was something fishy with him. I'm glad she broke it off with him."
"Me, too." Sam asked, "Does he still come here much?"
"Every chance he gets," Ellen was disgusted.
"Why?"
"Still carrying a torch, I guess. I haven't kicked him out yet but I will if he gets too rowdy," Ellen wasn't going to put up with anything from Cole just because he liked Jo.
"Dean and I plan on sticking around for awhile, so Cole shouldn't give you any problems. With your permission, we could just handle it. That way he wouldn't have any ill will against you."
"That'd be great, Sam. Thanks."
Sam went back to the table and Cole was still shooting his mouth off. Dean was enjoying it, throwing in all the snappy comebacks he could think of.
John was watching television when the boys came home. Jo had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder. Even though Dean and Sam had thought it odd that John and Jo had become a couple, it just seemed natural to walk in on that scene.
"Do you know a guy named Cole?" Sam asked John in a quiet voice so as not to wake Jo.
"I've met him a couple times," John's deep voice rumbled and Jo started to stir. John gently lifted Jo's head off his shoulder, stood up from the couch, and laid her down. "Just rest, baby," he whispered to he as he covered her up with a blanket. She settled right in.
Dean and Sam were in the kitchen waiting for him. They knew their Dad well enough to know that there was more to the story, especially since he did not want to talk about it around Jo. "Let's go into the spare room," John told them when he got in the kitchen. The kitchen was right off the living room and the spare room was further away from Jo and had a door to close. Jo was asleep but apparently John didn't want to take any chances. Dean and Sam just looked at each other as they followed John. Whatever it was, it had to be big--and not related to hunting. They spoke about hunting in front of Jo all the time. Usually she was the one who brought it up.
The door clicked shut and the light switched on. The room had the basics, bedside table, lamp, clock, small dresser, and the bunk beds were a new addition. "We didn't want you to flip to see who got the couch anymore. Does it make you feel like kids again?"
"Sorta," Dean replied. "Now we can flip for top or bottom bunk."
"Well, at least you have a room that is yours," John was proud that he could provide that simple piece of comfort for his sons after all these years.
"So what is up with this Cole character?" Sam asked. "Ellen sure doesn't like him."
"Sammy and I had to escort him out of the bar tonight," Dean tossed in. "He doesn't hold his liquor very well."
"He also seemed to have a problem with his hands. There were two ladies in the Roadhouse, you know how there aren't very many, and he refused to take 'no' for an answer from either one of them. We had to peel him off of one of the girls to throw him out." Sam spoke up.
"Were the girls alright?" John asked.
"Fine. Oh, they were fine…" Dean's voice trailed off and he got that smirky smile of his that the girls had found hard to resist.
"They were in good enough shape to flirt with Dean," Sam shook his head at his brother's answer. "No real harm done. We followed them home to make sure they made it there okay."
"Good." John replied. "Cole isn't exactly a gentleman, I'm glad you two got him out of there."
"Why is he so upset with you, Dad?" Sam sat on the bottom bunk and leaned forward to keep from hitting his head on the top bunk.
"Because I have Jo," John's answer was simple.
"Did you step in when he was dating Jo?" Dean was trying to find the reason Cole was so obsessed with Jo.
"Nope."
"Have you ever gotten into it with him before?" Sam tried a different angle.
"Not really," John started to reveal how he'd had run ins with Cole before but Cole was the only one who ever got excited about them. John had stayed cool and calm.
"Cole is convinced that you stole Jo from him." Dean's voice sounded concerned. "He swore he was going to tear you apart the next time he saw you and that Jo would remember that she belonged with him."
John leaned against the dresser. He took a deep breath. "I thought he would get over it. He thinks he's the best hunter, knows it all, and since Jo is the woman he wants, he assumes she wants him too. They went out a couple of times. That's how I know Cole isn't a gentleman. Don't let on to Jo that you know that, though. I'm just telling you two so that you can help me keep Jo safe and help others steer clear of him."
John looked at his sons and realized how different they were. Dean was standing there, mad as hell after hearing that Cole wasn't a gentleman to Jo. Sam's eyes looked so sensitive as he asked,," Is Jo okay?"
John nodded. "We're had some issues to work out, but she's back to being her feisty self. Jo grew up learning about what needed to be hunted. No one ever told her that the men in the Roadhouse could be dangerous. The Roadhouse is her home, or was until we moved here. After all the creatures she knew to be afraid of, she never suspected a human would be one of them."
"Are we agreed that we don't tell Jo?" John asked. "I don't want her to be scared of Cole. I also don't want her to be ashamed around you two. Plus, she might want to strangle me for telling. We just need to keep her safe."
The boys agreed.
John slipped his arms under Jo and picked her up from the couch. When she started to stir, John whispered," Shhh. Sam and Dean are home now. It is time to sleep." Jo settled into John. John looked at his boys and nodded. They nodded back.
That nod meant so many things. It meant goodnight, remember what we talked about, see you in the morning, we need to keep Jo safe, and that they were all on the same page.
Sam and Dean watched John and Jo disappear down the hall. Then they settled into the couch and flipped through the channels.
"Think Dad is in over his head with this Cole?" Sam asked Dean.
"Cole is nuts," Dean stated. "He seems dangerous, too." He thought about it. "Dad has let his guard down a little since he settled down with Jo. He's in love and it might be clouding his instincts and slowing his reflexes. I don't know if Dad is in over his head. We should stop by more often until Cole moves onto his next obsession."
"Fine by me," Sam yawned and stretched. "I'd much rather have a bed to sleep in than the Impala."
"Ain't that the truth," Dean laughed.
Jo awoke in the dark, wondering how she got the bed from the couch. Then, part of her recalled John's whisperings and him carrying her to bed. She moved in closer to John and was surprised to find John awake.
"Something wrong?" she sleepily asked as she kissed his cheek.
John hadn't even noticed that Jo was waking up. His mind had been on Cole. He hadn't been to sleep yet.
"Just can't sleep," John turned to her and smiled. "But I've been watching you sleep. What woke you up?"
She eyed him for a moment, stretched an arm across his chest, whispered," This," and kissed him. She kissed him slow and lovingly. When he put an arm around her, she knew he was reading her message.
One hand stoked her cheek and the other made long strokes along her spine. Her nightgown slipped up with each stoke. Before long, they had shed unnecessary clothing. Jo straddled John. His hands were on her hips, guiding her rhythm. She sprinkled kisses on him as her hair hid her face and drifted against his chest and face.
After, she was sleepy again. She fell asleep in John's arms. John had his cheek resting on her head. The smell of her shampoo and perfume, the softness of her body, her breath whispering against his neck, this is what heaven must be like