AN: Sorry.
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After Ellen had finished yelling at the Winchester brothers, Dean had gone outside to avoid anymore lectures. When Jo found him, he was alone leaning on the hood of his car. She leaned back next to him, and he looked down at her.
"You okay?" She asked tilting her head to see him better.
He let out a breath, "Yeah."
"What is it?"
He was only half surprised at her being able to read him so well. "Nothing."
"Liar."
"Nothing," he said.
She studied him for a moment before saying, "Fine. I'll stop pushing it." There was a silence between them for a moment before Jo said, "What the hell did you do to your arm?"
"Ghost." She raised an eyebrow at him and he just shook his head, chuckling.
"You're cute, Winchester."
"What's that supposed to mean, Harvelle?"
She just laughed at him. He couldn't stop looking at her, she was just so damn beautiful. His eyes flicked down to her lips, before returning to her brown eyes.
Their smiles faded as the eye contact didn't end. Dean's calloused hand rose to cradle Jo's cheek. She leaned into his touch, as his other hand curled around her side pulling her closer to him. The hearts of the pair beat in time. Dean moved his hand to the small of her back, his other hand pushing her blonde hair out of her face. He pulled her to him slowly, and she tilted her head up. It was there, standing in front of the Impala, that Dean Winchester kissed Jo Harvelle.
As his lips met hers, Jo wrapped her arms around his neck and his hand tangled in her hair.
They finally broke away when the need for air became too great.
Jo looked up at him searching for the answers to questions she didn't have the words to ask. Dean was almost afraid to break the silence.
"Jo," he breathed not really knowing how to finish his sentence.
"We've never been very good with words anyway."
Dean grinned and opened his mouth to respond when the door swung open and Lucy called out to them saying, "Dinner!"
The pair, having separated at the sound of the screen door, began towards the Roadhouse. Jo grinned at him before dashing off to the door. Dean grinned at the blonde hair swinging behind her and knew for sure that he was in love with Jo Harvelle.
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Lucy smirked at the oldest Winchester when he came in. Jo had come in only moments earlier, but was already perched on the bar with a bowl of Ellen Harvelle's famous chili. Dean chuckled at the sight before grabbing his own and sitting at the bar. "You know there are stools, right?"
"Stools are for wimps," she said between bites.
Lucy and Sam looked over at each other, both noticing the change in the playful banter. Lucy hadn't seen much interaction between the two, but she'd seen enough to know the difference. She lifted an eyebrow at Sam.
Ellen was eyeing Dean, but he didn't seem to notice.
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After they'd eaten, Ellen had gone to bed, but the others stayed up. Lucy was beating Sam at a game of pool. She and Jo laughed at a crack Dean made about Sam.
Lucy took the last sip of her beer and made a winning shot. Jo hopped off the bar and began a new game with Lucy, and the brothers sat at the bar talking about nothing.
"What happened?"
Jo paused, not having expected the sudden question from Lucy, "Uh, nothin' really."
"Jo."
"He kissed me."
"I knew it!"
"What?"
"I knew he wasn't just flirting with you!"
Jo just shook her head, laughing, and made her shot.
"Damn, Jo," Lucy pouted, "I'm used to playing drunk men."
Jo won the round and Lucy called Dean over, "You think you can beat her?"
"'Course I can," Dean retorted.
"I'd like to see you try, Winchester," Jo challenged.
"Bring it on, Harvelle."
Lucy laughed and went to get another beer. "Hey, Jo! You got anythin' stronger?"
"Whiskey."
"Bourbon?"
"Straight."
"Found it!"
"Don't get too drunk!"
"Whatever."
Jo shook her head laughing and then made another great shot. "I thought you were good at this, Deano," she teased.
"I'm great when I'm not being distracted."
"What could possibly be distracting you?" She giggled, leaning over the pool table flirtatiously.
"You," he grinned. He abandoned the pool game, and started chasing Jo. She ran outside followed by Dean. Sam and Lucy followed them, not wanting to miss it.
Jo raced around the cars until Dean grabbed her and spun her around before setting her down in front of him. During this he had a nagging feeling that this moment wasn't right.
Dean grinned down at Jo, but the smile was gone from her face. She said, "This is a dream."
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Dean sat straight up at the bar. He looked around seeing Lucy picking herself up off of the floor, and Sam and Ellen doing the same. Jo. He looked beside him where Jo had been perched on the bar, and then to the floor where her bowl was overturned. "Jo?"
"What the hell happened?" Lucy asked.
"Me," a strangely familiar british accent answered. The hunters turn to see Crowley standing in the middle of the room.
"Crowley?" Sam asked, "Aren't you the-"
"Demon that gave you the colt? Yes, I am."
"What the hell do you want?" Lucy all but growled.
"Thorne, how lovely to see you again," he started toward her.
"Get the hell away from me you son of a bitch."
"That's no way to speak to the King of Hell, now is it?"
"King-"
"Somebody had to take control."
"Where is Jo?" Dean demanded.
"Ah, that. I took her as guarantee. As long as I have her, you can't hurt me, Squirrel." Crowley snapped his fingers and disappeared leaving the hunters alone.
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AN: Sorry.
