Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural rather it is television show. The original characters and stories are mine. Any similarities to real people and places are purely coincidental.
Chapter 2
After pushing the gate open they begin to walk up the road to the house. After a brisk walk, Dean and Sam step up onto a wrap around porch on the charming farm house.
"Maybe we can rent this place after we finish the hunt? You know, we could settle down have a 'normal' life?" Sam said jokingly, taking a seat on the porch swing.
Dean smiled, "Yeah it could be a cozy little home base." Dean picks the lock and the door swings open. "Come on now, stop messing around".
"Always business with you."
Dean slowly enters the house, turning on a flashlight to light his path. Sam reluctantly gets up and follows Dean into the house. The pair begin the investigation when a loud crash erupts from the back of the house. Dean looks at Sam and pulls out the revolver. The brothers clumsily run down the hallway and into the kitchen where the commotion is coming from. Two shadowed figures are in the middle of a brawl on the kitchen floor. Dean aims the flashlight and revolver at the shadows. The figures stop moving.
"What the…," Sam stares at the two figures on the floor.
"Get up," Dean Demands, "What are you doing here?"
A tall, thin blonde stands up. Jo blushes and straightens out her wrinkled and displaced clothing. A short dark-haired girl with translucent skin stands up and begins primping.
"Well, explain yourself." Dean says sternly.
"I don't have to explain anything" replies Jo coldly.
"Yes you really do" Dean sarcastically replies cocking his head slightly.
The dark-haired girl slowly starts heading for the door and nonchalantly says, "Well, no reason for me to interrupt a reunion."
"Fine, but first let me do this" Jo turns around and plunges a stake into the unexpecting chest of the second girl. The girl gasps, grabs her chest, and then crumbles. "How 'bout a cup of coffee?" Jo smugly rubs her hands together as if trying to brush dust off them.
Sam and Dean sit opposite of Jo in the local diner. Jo is concentrating on her nails. Sam is frequently changing position and purposely avoiding eye contact with either of the two. Dean intently stares at Jo. The waitress interrupts the silence.
"My name is Anne. Would you like to see the menu?"
The three look up at the 40 something, blonde squeezed into a uniform a size too small. "Yeah" they respond in unison.
"So", Dean starts the conversation, "Did you lie to your mother again?"
"No. I am ready to start hunting and follow in my father's footsteps. I told her that. I am a decent hunter. I followed that Vamp from two towns over. She killed that family. Wanted to make it look like a murder to keep the hunters off her." Jo finishes looking quite pleased with herself.
"Hmm. Interesting…."
"Not a bad idea," Sam thinking over the idea, "If Vamps did that more then hunters would have a difficult time tracking them".
"So you killed one Vamp, that still doesn't make you a hunter." Dean informed Jo.
The waitress came back with menus for the three of them. "I will come back in a few minutes to check on you".
Jo began to argue but then stopped. What's the point anyway? He is always trying to protect me.
Sam feeling the tension gets up. "Bathroom break. If the waitress comes back, order me a burger and fries".
After Sam left the table, there was an awkward silence. Jo went back to fiddling with her nails and Dean diverted his eyes.
"I am not mad at you for your father being involved with mine's death."
"You're not? Could've fooled me. You yelled at me, if you don't remember."
"I was upset and all. It was the first time I had heard the story," Jo looks intensely at Dean.
Dean gets lost in her watery eyes. "I am sorry about your father's death. I know how it feels to lose a father." Dean uncomfortably rests his hands on the table unsure want to do with them. Hope she doesn't cry, I hate it when girls cry.
"I know." Jo gently places her hands on top of Deans. "I have missed you around the Roadhouse."
Dean looks up surprised by the sentiment. Uncomfortably he replies, "I have missed you to". More then you know.
"Did I miss something?" Sam staring at the two in confusion. "Now that you two have made up can we order? I'm starving!" Sam sat down.
After lunch, Sam sat in the car ready to move on to the next hunt. Dean and Jo remain standing at the entrance to the diner. Sam watches the two closely. Wonder what they are talking about? Dean and Jo talk animatedly for several minutes. Dean turns to walk away and Jo reaches for his hand. Dean turns around and Jo gently kisses him.
"That was unexpected," Sam thought out loud.