Disclaimer – Unfortunately, I don't own Dean, John, or Sam Winchester or anything else that you may recognize

SHORT – but an update none the less to assure you that I'm still here. 3

Disclaimer – Unfortunately, I don't own Dean, John, or Sam Winchester or anything else that you may recognize. I hold claim to anything original, which, in this story, is not much.

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Chapter 4 – My Emotions feel like Scrambled Eggs and I'll have a side of Bacon

Jo awoke early, despite having stayed up late with John and her mother closing up the bar. She decided to get dressed and run out to a diner for some breakfast. Jo walked through the barroom doors to grab her keys and was startled to see John sitting at the bar. Her gasp caused him to look up in her direction. When John noticed that it was Jo, he smiled. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

"Well, I guess that I should have remembered that you were an early riser, but we were up so late last night – I just thought…"

"You thought the years had worn on me? Think I'm an old geezer now, do you?" he laughed, just to assure her that he was joking.

"No, not in the least. It's just that all of us around hear stay up late and sleep in. Like I said, I should have remembered you woke early. I mean, this is me waking up early. How long have you been sitting there anyway?"

"I really don't know. Time flies when you're in another world completely. I'm not sure when I got up, but I'm thinking that I've been here for around…three hours." Jo raised her eyebrows, she always had issues with sitting in one place for too long, that's how she normally got into trouble.

"Well, it's 9:30, so do you want to go grab some breakfast with me? Two's always better than one." Jo noticed a fluttery feeling in the very core of her soul when he nodded; she didn't know why, but, ever since he walked in last night, anything he did, smile, laugh, nod, grin, breathe a certain way, gave her that tingly, fluttery feeling.

Later, finally at the restaurant after fighting about who drove and which car to take – it was eventually settled that John would drive his car, they sat down and ordered coffee. "I didn't know you drank your coffee black."

"There are probably a lot of things you don't know about me now, John." she said, looking over at him from the rim of her coffee cup. She hadn't meant it to sound so sexual, but it had most definitely come out that way. God, Jo thought to herself, I might as well have told him that I like the cowgirl position better than missionary and I'm rarely opposed to getting on my knees. Good Lord, someone kill me! My goodness, Jo, re-freakin'-lax just forget you ever said anything and try to figure out what you want to eat. Okay, scrambled eggs or fried…hmmm.

John watched her contemplating the greasy diner's menu. He hadn't needed a menu for the past decade; every single diner always had the same options whether it be a short stack or greasy hashbrowns with underdone eggs. "It shouldn't be this challenging to pick out food, Jo. If you make the wrong choice, just make the right one tomorrow. Heck, you have a lifetime of breakfasts waiting for you and today's isn't going to affect your life in any major way."

"But, what if I don't have a lifetime of breakfasts left, what if I drop dead as soon as we leave this place and a crappy breakfast was my last meal. How would you feel then?"

They ordered and had a pleasant breakfast; the conversation was wonderful. Both were good story tellers, but good listeners as well. While the couple was dining it had started to rain. After John paid – there was a fight over this as well – he insisted that Jo wait for him to get the car. Jo had objected, but she was still a female, therefore getting her hair wet if it didn't have to was not something she enjoyed. When she flopped in the car with a small white paper bag in her hands John was curious. "What's that?"

"Dessert…" she replied as if it was the only logical explanation.

"Dessert after breakfast?"

"Anytime's a good time for dessert. It's not much, just a couple doughnuts. You want one?"

"Nope, I'm not partial to crappy fried pastries."

"Okay, how many times to I have to explain this to you? What if we both died in a car wreck on our way home? But not due to your driving, of course. I would die an infinitely happier person be cause I had a doughnut."

"No, you would have died after eating a crappy doughnut."

"Well, yes, but a doughnut none the less." John laughed at her logic, she wouldn't have a less than satisfactory breakfast, but dessert after breakfast could be crappy, but it was good because she was eating something sweet. She enjoyed life to its fullest; he hadn't done that in a very long time.

Late that night John was nursing a cup of coffee while Jo cleaned tables. He watched her golden locks fall to the sides of her face every time she leaned over to wipe a table or pick up an empty bottle. She was stunning…no make-up and just a tank top and a pair of jeans, not many women could pull that off. He couldn't believe that Jo kept running through his mind, well he could believe that, but it was the way his mind was perceiving her that left him shocked. She was just innocent little Jo in his heart, but his mind kept seeing her as a beautiful headstrong woman. The biggest issue that he had with everything was that he wasn't sure if it was his mind seeing her like that or if it was his heart.