Unconditional Love

Part 12

Don't own em but love em!

(Much apologies for taking so long to update. Thank you all for the wonderful comments and encouragements.)

Sam had been asleep but having a terrible dream. Jo was hurt and he couldn't get to her. Everything was fuzzy and hard to understand. But then he saw blood running on the ground around his feet. He was fighting with everything he had and finally broke free. Only to find Jo laying so still and his father over her. Sam was sure she was barely alive, he had bent down to tend to her when he had woke up. Sam got out of bed quietly so that he wouldn't wake Dean. He didn't bother to put a shirt on or wash the tears away on his face. He closed the door to the room he and Dean were sharing and headed to Jo's room. Sam didn't even knock, he just walked in and shut the door. There was a dim night light giving off a glow in the bathroom, enough for him to see that Jo's bed was empty. He went to the bathroom and didn't find her there either. Her bedroom window was open, he was certain he knew were she was now. He slipped out her bedroom window and pulled it closed behind him. He took off in a full out run. A few minutes later he was outside the fort's entrance. Sam started through the door only to hear a gun cock. Jo was sitting up against the wall facing the door. When she saw it was Sam she lowered the gun and put it on the ground. The lantern she had lite gave her a good enough look at Sam's face to know he had been crying.

"What's wrong?" The words came out harsher than she had planned. The last two months had been rough. She had barely spoken to him and had kept to herself. Mr. Winchester had left for a job today and she had needed some time to herself. But it didn't look like she was going to get any.

Sam didn't say much just "had a bad dream." Then he had looked at her in a way and she had took down some of her defenses. Sam had fell asleep with his head resting in her lap. Jo slowly lowered his head to her jacket and walked outside for some fresh air. Immediately she knew she wasn't alone. As she turned she saw Dean sitting up against a log drinking a beer.

Jo went and sat down next to him. Dean handed her a beer neither one of them saying anything for a long while. Jo spoke finally "he's alright, he said he had a bad dream."

Dean quietly turned and faced her, his face was hard to read.

Jo felt hot under Dean's gaze. "What?" Jo said.

"Nothing, I guess but my little brother runs to you when he has a bad dream." "Makes me wonder if he will ever out grow you."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Jo asked heatedly.

"Jo, don't play naive with me, you know how he feels about you." "Hell there isn't anything he wouldn't do for you right or wrong."

Jo couldn't pretend she didn't get what he was saying but she wished she could. Life had gotten way to complicated.

"I'll be gone soon, so you don't have to worry Dean." Jo started to get up but Dean reached out and stopped her. Her bare arm felt like it was on fire were his fingers gripped her. He pulled her down into his lap. She could smell the beer on his breath, she wondered how many he had drank. This was not normal for them, unless you count the one other time. But he had been hurting bad and she had given him a lot of leeway then.

"You should let me go." Jo whispered.

"I want you to say it first."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't play dumb, Joanna, tell me."

"Sorry Dean but I think you've either had one two many drinks or have been hit on the head to many times."

"You want me to remind you then?"

"I mean I would love to prove my point, Jo." "Things were so fun last time, you do remember, don't you?"

Jo's breathing became uneven as she remembered. All this time and she had thought he hadn't remembered, he had been drinking a lot that night. Well all of them had. Sam had passed out early on, whiskey was not his drink. And Jo had willed herself not to ever think of it, and sometimes it killed her.

"Your a bastard Dean."

"No darling that was not the words used." "Maybe I need to demonstrate for you so you can remember."

"Dean, please, don't do this..."

"Well you got two out of five right but that's not good enough Jo."

Dean quickly turned Jo around in his lap, he restrained her up against him. Dean was so close he could feel her pulse, it was pounding and racing at the same time.

"You know Jo, I want something else out of you tonight also." "Which one of us do you love?"

Jo was trying to stay in control of herself. But when she heard that, she went still.

"You know Sam is convinced it's me, but I want to hear it for myself."

"Keep dreaming Winchester, it's not going to happen."

Jo attempted to get up, but Dean held her tight.

"Let me go Dean."

"What's not going to happen Jo?" "This?" With that Dean slid his hand between Jo's legs. He started to cup her and caress her.

Jo's body responded, she let out a whimper.

"Tell me sweetheart, which is it?" "Sammy or me?"

Jo was to caught up in the sensations to respond. Dean could tell she was trying not to move against his stroking fingers and hand but her body had went soft against him.

Before Jo knew what was happening, Dean slipped his hand into her jeans, caressing her womanhood through her panties.

Dean let out a groan, she was hot and soaking wet against his hand. He forgot what he was trying to do for a moment and backed his hand out of her jeans enough to slip down her panties. His big calloused hand felt soft warm skin, silken hair and the evidence of her arousal. He wondered if she responded to anyone else like this. More specific "Sam". He wondered if she had let his brother touch her like this. His arousal cooled slightly.

"Jo, I want to know something."

"Wwhatt?"

"Have you let Sam do this?" As he asked, he slid one finger into her tightness. Dean was sure of the answer, but he wanted her to say it.

"No, Dean, no one but you has ever touched me."

"Don't lie, you let Sam kiss you."

"You know what I mean, Dean."

"Then tell me Jo, tell me what you told me before." "I need to hear it baby, please." Dean had surprised himself with his own need.

Dean throbbed so hard when he felt Jo clench down on him. She was so tight, he wanted her so bad.

"Dean, why are you torturing me?"

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"Dean, stop this now please." "Let me keep what sanity I have left." "You can go tease any girl, what your doing to me is so wrong."

"Does it feel wrong Jo?"

"No, Dean it's doesn't, but that's the problem because tomorrow you'll act like you never touched me and I'll spend the rest of my life miserable."

"Sooo, it is me."

"What do you mean?" "You love me Joanna Beth Harvelle."

It took Jo a minute to compose herself before she spoke, Dean was still stroking her and she had to concentrate really hard to think.

"Things are complicated Dean, please stop." Dean stopped then and turned her around to face him.

"Complicated?" Dean's face was cast in shadows.

Jo didn't want to hurt him but she couldn't pretend he was the only one she had feelings for, or that his method of getting her to talk was ok.

"Don't do this again Dean, we both know you care for me but you'll never give me all of you." "I would expect nothing less." "It's true you make me feel things I didn't know was even possible but your the only person who has ever touched me other than Sam." "And a kiss from Sam is mild compared to what you have done to me." "Do you know what's it's like to watch the man you love, making love to someone else." "Something changed that day Dean." "I'm here for you but I'm not a toy for your amusement."

"Jo, I refuse to play your game." "You have to pick one of us."

"Dean Winchester you are so full of yourself." "I don't want either one of you."

Jo hoped those words had him convinced, because another touch from Dean and she would do anything he asked.

Dean got up then and started to walk away. He turned then and said "have it your way."