She opened the door to her room but didn't turn on the light. Instead, she let her eyes adjust to the darkness inside before stepping out of the way.

"You can go ahead and take the bed," she said quietly as she stared down at her feet. She expected Dean to fight and say something about how he should take the floor but she didn't hear a word out of him as he walked past her and into her room. She followed a few seconds after him, trying to wrap her head around this new Dean she was having to deal with.

"I'm just gonna get changed."

She moved to her dresser that was pressed up against the far side of the room, right across from the bed, and pulled open the middle drawer, her underwear drawer. She groped around in the dark until her hand fell on a pair of underwear instead of a pair of socks. She struggled to pull them on while still keeping her towel wrapped around her body. She wanted to turn around and see if Dean was watching her but she held herself back with all her might. It really didn't (shouldn't) matter right now if Dean was trying to get a peek of her naked.

That was the least of her problems.

She pulled a pair of socks out next and slipped them on her feet before closing the middle drawer and moving to the bottom drawer where she kept all of the pants she slept in. Most of them were pairs of sweatpants she had had since she was sixteen. She usually went more for comfort than anything else. Who was sleeping in her bed that she had to impress? Usually it was only her.

But this time…

She shook the thought off as she snatched the first pair of sweatpants her fingers came into contact with. They looked gray from what she could see in the dark. As she guided them over her feet and then over her calves she also had to tell herself to forget about the fact that she was wearing one of her pairs of lacy underwear that she usually saved for special occasions like the few times she actually got to go out and have fun. This was not the time or place to be having such thoughts.

The bed squeaked behind her and she turned a little, catching Dean's almost glowing eyes in the dark. So he had been watching her. She tried to fight the blush that was creeping onto her cheeks and cleared her throat and turned back around. Of course he had been watching. There wasn't anything else interesting in her room and he probably couldn't fall asleep.

She tried to shrug it off as she reached into her top drawer and pulled out an old t-shirt. She hesitated for only a few second before letting the towel drop to pull around her feet. Heat seemed to spread over her whole body as she stood in front of her long time secret love Dean Winchester. Never in her life would she have guessed this would happen. But here she was. And there he was.

And the heat subsided as she put her arms through the leaves and covered her breasts with the thin cotton material that read "Harvelle's". When she was sure her blush was gone, she turned around to face the bed. Dean was still staring at her as if he had never stopped. And he probably hadn't.

Her feet carried her silently to the bed and once there she boldly rested a knee by Dean's hip before hoisting the other knee above and over him, almost straddling him before throwing herself onto the mattress on the other side of him. She struggled with the covers for a minute until she finally got them to cover her to her waist and then she let out a long sigh.

"Go to sleep Dean," she said softly.

"Jo, your mom wants your….help in the kitchen."

Ash's words had slowly trailed off before beginning again when he reached Jo's room to find her in bed and cuddling with a certain Winchester, the only Winchester that was still alive that was. He shook his head at himself. Sometimes, he really couldn't believe the thoughts running through his head.

Jo's head was resting on Dean's naked chest and one of her legs was thrown over and resting on his hips. In return, Dean's arm was wrapped around Jo's shoulders, almost for dear life, and his head was resting on the top of her bent one. In that moment, they looked like the perfect couple. In that moment, they looked like they belonged together. But half of Ash knew it was only because Dean had lost his brother and if wasn't for that Dean would have never come back to Jo. The other half of Ash liked to believe Dean would have made his way back eventually and that this was how it was meant to be.

He never knew if he would ever find out the truth.

"Jo!" He said again, louder this time. "Your mom needs you and I think you better get down there before she comes looking for you herself," he added pointedly. The last sentence seemed to get her attention and her eyes slowly blinked open.

"Ok," she grumbled, her voice hoarse from sleep. "I'm up."

She motioned him away with a flick of her wrist before slowly peeling her cheek away from Dean's hot chest. She wasn't exactly sure how they had ended up sleeping like this or when Dean had lost his shirt, but she couldn't really say she wasn't enjoying the view or the feel of his bare skin under her hands. There were only so many things she could stop herself from thinking about when it came to Dean.

She slowly pulled her leg from across his hips and then paused. She really wanted to try and make it out of bed without waking Dean. He needed all the rest he could get at this point, especially since he was having so many nightmares.

She could remember that part. He had woken up at least twice during the night in a panic. She knew he was probably dreaming about how he had lost Sam and it hurt her to know he had to relive it over and over again. She wished she could do something for him like stop the dreams or even ease the hurt. But the wound was still fresh and it would be for a while.

She decided her best course of action would be to climb over him again, but this time with a little more grace and carefulness. She swung her leg back over his hips again until she was straddling him and then slowly started to move her other leg to follow. She as she was almost ready to get off the bed when Dean groaned a little and reached out with his hand, groping the side of the bed that she would have been sleeping on had Ash not woken her up.

He was looking for her. Sure, he was still half asleep but he was still looking for her…

She squashed the idea quickly and practically threw herself off the bed and out the door. She shut it gently behind her. She turned to make her way downstairs but was stopped by the vision of her mother, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyebrows raised.

"What was that about?" Her mother asked, a dangerous hitch in her voice.

"What was what about?" Joe asked smoothly. She shrugged her shoulder for emphasis.

"Creeping out of your room like a mouse and then shutting the door gently behind you instead of slamming it like you usually do."

Her mother didn't miss a thing. But Jo thought quickly.

"Well, Dean's sleeping right down the hall so I didn't want to slam my door. He needs as much sleep as he can get right now and I'm sure he would hear it if I slammed my door…"

The look her mother was giving her told her Ellen didn't believe her for one second.

"I already checked the spare room where Dean is supposed to be sleeping." Ellen's eyes leveled and her eyebrows dropped into a threatening look. "There's an empty bottle of scotch on the bedside table and Dean is no where to be found. You wouldn't happen to know where he is, would you?"

Oh shit. Jo knew she didn't even need to answer the question. Her mother already knew where Dean was. Her mother was too smart not to know.

"It's not that big of a deal," Jo said sternly. "He couldn't sleep. He kept having nightmares. He just wanted someone there to remind him what's real." She gave her mother a pleading look but didn't exactly know why. She wasn't sure why she was explaining anything to her mother. It wasn't really any of her business. It wasn't like Dean and her had done anything anyway. He had just slept in her room.

"Joanna," her mother began, "He's not in the right state of mind. I can't have him doing something stupid that's going to hurt you."

"Like what? What would he possibly do to hurt me?" As soon as she asked the question she felt dumb. She knew exactly what her mother was talking about.

Her mother didn't want Dean using Jo sexually to try and get over his brother's death or to try and make him forget because he mother knew that Jo was in love with him and that Dean using her like that would break her.