Something's gonna ruin it…
"Oh God, Dean. Harder!" Jo screamed, relishing the freedom of being able to say what she wanted, how she wanted it, as loud as she wanted to.
It was a bonus that her new vocalisation happened to turn Dean on even more than he thought possible.
"Oh God, Jo." he managed to growl out in between thrusts. As he moved into her part of him knew that this wouldn't take long for him, so he reached down and started rubbing her clit to get her off just as fast.
When she came Jo had his name on her lips and as her walls fluttered around him he found his release as well. Tired; spent; he fell on top of her, placing lazy kisses on her neck. Her fingers ran through his hair.
He laid his head on her chest and felt her breathe in deep.
"I could stay like this forever." she said.
"Mmhm." He agreed, his eyes closed and drifting off to sleep.
"Nothing could ruin this."
Dean groaned. "You had to say that?"
"What?"
"Well, now something's gonna ruin it." he said looking up at her.
"Don't be silly Dean." she said, pulling the covers away, getting out from underneath him and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She stood up and turned when he spoke.
"I thought that's what you liked about me." He smirked, arms folded behind his head now. "That I was silly."
"Who said I like anything about you, Winchester?"
"There are tonnes of things you like about me…Harvelle." He smirked again before continuing, "One of them is what we just did then." He sat up, almost challenging her with his smile to deny what he'd said.
She smiled back at him and walked into the bathroom.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Dean drawled.
Jo stopped in the doorway, pausing slightly before turning, slowly, seductively and tilting her head. "Well. I'm going to have a shower. Maybe you can join me. Remind me why I like you all over again."
Dean tried to control himself. He willed himself to stay still until she'd gone into the shower and out of sight. That's when he threw the bed sheets off himself to rush after her. He stopped briefly, eyes to the ceiling, "Please don't let anything ruin this." he whispered only half serious before heading for the bathroom again. He didn't know who he was talking to. He just hoped that someone was listening.
It could see them; lights going on and off; shadows passing the window. It could smell them, sweat and humanity. Could smell that the more it went along like this. Didn't mind it necessarily; it was better than sulphur and burning.
It knew it shouldn't be here; should be hiding and getting on with things; living; indulging, but it couldn't stop thinking. Thinking that Dean had to pay. No matter what the risk involved, that's all it cared about. It saw one shadow. That's her; that's the way to get back at him. For now though it'd just wait.
It'd sit there all night if need be; waiting until the time was right. Until they were asleep.
"Dean." Jo said shaking him slightly. He mumbled something, but his eyes never opened, so she pushed him again, "Dean!"
"What?" he said softly as he woke up properly this time. He looked around, saw Jo leant over him. "Damn. Woman…I never thought I'd EVER say this, but haven't we done it enough for one day?" he said turning onto his back.
"What?" she snapped, and then she understood and rolled her eyes. "No, Dean. It's not that." She paused. "I heard a noise downstairs."
Dean saw that she was serious. "What like?"
"I don't know, something woke me. I haven't heard it since, so I'm not sure."
"Now. See this?…This is one of the other reasons you like me."
"Huh?" Jo offered a confused sound.
"I'm your big, strong, protector-type boyfriend."
Jo clicked the roof of her mouth with her tongue and then shoved him again.
"Hey! What was that for?"
"I can look after myself, Dean. I didn't wake you up to come to my rescue. Just thought you should know that I heard something." She looked a little pissed now, but Dean figured she wasn't so pissed that he couldn't win her back around.
He was sort of right, because she smiled eventually when he kissed her on the cheek and gave her a squeeze. "I know you can look after yourself, Jo." he said, "You just like it better when I do it."
"Dean." she stressed as he went to kiss her again. She let him though, lips sliding around his.
Then both of them jumped as there was a bang at the door. It was frantic.
"That was the noise from before." Jo said. It didn't stop this time though.
"The door?…Well. I think we can rule out a demon or something evil…unless they knock now-a-days." Dean said sarcastically.
Jo rolled her eyes for the second time that night.
"What?" he continued, "I dunno; maybe they do. We have been out of the game a while."
Jo ignored him and had already got up and started to wrap her dressing gown around her. Then Dean got out of the bed too, found some pants to pull over his boxers and followed her when she headed downstairs.
Whoever it was was still knocking furiously, even when they got there. The person must have been able to see them through the moulded glass of the door; must have been able to see that they were about to answer it, but they continued to knock just the same. Jo pulled the door open.
The first thing she saw was the cut, trail of dried blood flowing from the top of her head to the bottom of her jaw, across her cheek. The first things she felt were nausea, panic and sickness. The first thing she said was, "Sarah? Where's Ashley?"
Okay there's the cliffy...won't be updating for a few weeks because of stuff, butI promise to have the 3rd Chapter up on here before the end of Jan...
Please review, might motivate me to ditch my other projects and put the 3rd Chapter of this up instead...that sounded awful didn't it, like Im asking to be bribed with reviews :S Oh nevermind lol