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8
DOESN'T HAVE TO STOP US
"Jo? Joanna Harvelle?" John asked, his expression softening. When Dean nodded in confirmation, John let his head fall. "What did that girl do to get down here?" he muttered more to himself than to Dean.
"She was killed by Hellhounds," Harvey spoke up in a neutral tone as if it was everyday conversation.
"Yes. We were in Carthage, and she…didn't make it," Dean added.
"What business do you have with her? What did you do to her?" John accused, and rage flashed through his eyes.
"Why do you automatically assume I've done something cruel, huh? I've done the exact opposite! I saved her! Just like I've given rightful judgment to the rapists, murderers, and assholes that come down here!" Dean was standing now, getting in his father's face. It reminded him of his human life on Earth when he and John would get into it occasionally. Moving back, Dean focused his eyes on the floor. "I fulfilled Death's deal. And I did it to keep Sammy alive. That's what it was all about, wasn't it dad?" Dean asked sarcastically as he sported an evil grin. "Keep Sammy safe. Protect Sammy. Don't let anything bad happen to Sammy. So that's what I did," Dean lent closer to John, his stare serious.
"What does this have to do with Joanna?" John asked.
"To complete the deal, I had to find a Queen for Hell. I found Jo, and freed her from the rack."
"She's okay? She's been with you?"
"She's perfectly fine now. Death made it official just yesterday. So that brings me to ask the same question I've asked over and over again. Will you please accept my offer to move you somewhere better than your cell? You can do whatever you want! You can drink your sorrows away, or spend time with Jo. Hell, I don't even care if you want to be a demon and go do work topside for me, just please dad..." Dean trailed off, showing a moment of weakness. It was for that specific reason that Dean made sure to clear the room of everyone except for Harvey.
John was hesitating for a moment, and Dean almost thought his father would finally accept the offer. "No," John firmly responded. Letting out an exhausted sigh, Dean turned towards Harvey. Waving his hand, Dean signaled for John to be taken back to his cell.
"See ya next week dad," Dean whispered and returned to his duties.
Jo and Jeannie were still wandering through different corridors, until Jo burnt off her steam. They eventually returned to the great hall where Jeannie gave Jo another glass of wine. As the duo sat at the dining table, they snacked on sweets that were displayed.
"Miss?" Arirca's voice rang from the doorway. Jo turned to see Arirca leaning against the door with serious expression.
"Uh…yeah?"
"A demon is requesting your audience," Arirca said. 'My audience? What does that mean?' Jo thought, looking to Jeannie for advice. When her servant nodded her head in encouragement, Jo nodded to Arirca in acceptance. A minute later, a woman demon moved into the hall.
"Your majesty," the demon said, beaming with pride at Jo.
"Umm, hi," Jo hesitantly said, not bothering to stand up from her seated position. The demon urged forward and Jo grew anxious. After only two days, she still didn't trust demons. "Can I help you?"
"I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm ecstatic that our King has found a Queen. I am Marlie. Anything you need, just ask," the demon, Marlie, offered. Jo was taken aback by the kindness displayed by a demon, but accepted it with a smile.
"Thanks," Jo said, unsure of what the proper response would be. Marlie just stood there, waiting for Jo to say something more. "Do you want to join us?" Jo said the first thing that popped into her head.
"I wouldn't want to intrude," Marlie said, looking between Jo and Jeannie.
"Don't worry, you're not. We're just contemplating how to pass an eternity of time," Jo said.
A few hours later, Dean waltzed into the great hall, moving straight to the bar. Fixing himself a drink, he grabbed the brand of wine Jo drank and moved to the dining table. He stopped mid stride when he saw a third, and unexpected, person occupying a seat at the table.
"What are you doing here?" Dean demanded, staring down the demon he recognized as Marlie.
"She came here to introduce herself, and just had a few drinks," Jo provided with an indifferent expression.
"Get out," Dean ordered. Jo looked at him in confusion, and Marlie stood immediately.
"I'm sorry," Jo whispered as Marlie sent her a smile before exiting the great hall. "What was that for?" Jo asked. Dean avoided her gaze and drank the amber liquid from his glass as he refilled her wine glass. It seemed like Dean and Jeannie were always refilling her glass, urging her to drink more. She wasn't fooled that easy, and didn't take another drink.
"I've had a tiring day, and I'd like to relax with just you," Dean said, glancing at Jeannie.
"Let me know if you need anything," Jeannie said before disappearing. Jo's eyes found Dean's as she gave him an irritated look.
"That was kind of rude."
"I'm not running for the 'nicest guy of the year' award Jo. I'm the Devil, remember?"
"It's not an excuse and you know it Dean Winchester," she snapped.
"After being with you for just two days you're already standing up to me. That's why I love about you." 'Did I just say love?' Dean asked himself. The couple sat in silence, and Jo told him about her visit with Marlie.
"Sweetheart, you're the Queen of Hell now. People are going to suck up to you, and you're considered royalty in most demons' eyes. Get used to it," he explained as he flashed her a grin.
Later that night, Jo was sitting at the vanity brushing her hair. She'd picked a random nightgown that was silver with black lace. Dean lay in bed watching her. She could see his eyes flash red occasionally in the mirror, but chose to ignore it. The night before, he'd only wanted a kiss. She had a feeling that he'd want more. After thoroughly brushing her long, blonde locks, she got in bed. Dean looked at her with a focused gaze. "I won't make you do anything Jo," he stated. "But once upon a time, I know you dreamt about moments like this. Both of us in bed, romantic stuff, whatever girls think about," he added with a sideways smirk.
"You're right, but you were also human," she said, fighting with herself. He spoke the truth about her past dreams, but he was human in those dreams. Now, he was part demon, or Devil, or whatever his chemical makeup was. He was the new Satan, and she still didn't know how much she could trust him.
Reaching his hand over, he ran it up the smooth skin of her leg. It sent a shivering sensation through her body, and she made eye contact with him. His eyes remained their emerald green, but she could see the fire behind them.
"You're fighting your body," he whispered, moving closer to her lips. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. 'I'm off the rack. I can be with Dean. I know he's still in there, underneath the Devilish charm he's inherited. Everything happens for a reason, and maybe this is just the way things were supposed to work. We couldn't be together on Earth, but that doesn't have to stop us from being together now,' she reasoned in her head. The thought made a small smile form on her lips, and she felt him still caressing her leg. Slowly opening her eyes, she turned her head to see his fierce gaze.
"I know," she whispered before crushing her lips to his. His hands roamed her body, moving up to her breasts. An electric current of excitement ran through her body, and Dean's firm hold held her body flush against his. She could feel his arousal as he removed her nightgown. To Jo's surprise, Dean was extremely gentle with her, moving slow and taking his time. He thoroughly kissed every inch of exposed skin before undressing himself the rest of the way.
When he joined them together, she let out a gasp in surprise. His eyes turned the bright red she was becoming accustomed to, and she didn't mind. As he continued to move her anticipation climbed higher and higher. He moved faster and faster, and Jo reached her brink. Falling over the edge, she let noises of pleasure escape her lips.
Still catching their breath, Dean and Jo lay in their large bed both feeling pleasured. Looking over at Dean, Jo saw his eyes closed and adjusted her side of the blanket. Sighing in contentment, she couldn't help but smile. She'd released all the built up anger, frustration, and sexual tension that had been there since she first met him. Her last thought before sleep took over was what would happen the next day, and where did they stand?
A/N: HOLD ON! There will be a much more in depth sex scene in later chapters, but I had to get the first one out of the way. I know it's short, and I apologize. Just remember that there will be another one coming...pun intended... ALSO: always feel free to PM/Review any questions/comments/concerns/ideas/thoughts. Thank you!
