Jo had been at Bobby's for a few days with Sam and Bobby popping in on occasion. Dean however hadn't been back since their argument. Their fight wasn't anything special. They weren't a couple or anything, and most certainly weren't in love. Except that wasn't all true. Jo did love Dean; very much in fact. The moment she laid her eye's on Dean when him and Sam walked into the road house. He played that cheesy pick up line on her, and she denied it just like she always did with every other hunter that came through that door. Dean even shrugged the denial off just like the others too, and went on with his business, but you could tell he didn't want to. Just like she had said that day, he was different then the others.

Dean wanted Jo more than anything. She wasn't just some blonde haired girl from a strip club or bar he usually went to. She had more of an independent thought to herself. She wasn't going to go off with someone she barely knew; she had morals and he respected that. It was one of the many things he liked about her other than her perseverance to get out there and hunt just like her dad once had. Dean couldn't stand the thought of seeing someone he loved die at his hands though, and he wasn't going to take that chance. But by the looks of it, neither one of them was willing to admit any of this.

Jo replayed the argument over and over and over again in her head like it was on instant replay. I don't want to see you dead. What did he mean by that? Obviously he didn't want her dead, but that goes with everyone he goes on a hunt with and he never stopped them from going with him. She didn't know what to think. Did Dean actually care about her, or was he just scared of her mother. Dean was really hard to read when it came to emotional situations. Always pushing the problem away or staying as far away as he could until it all blew over.

Dean walked through the door and went straight to the kitchen getting a beer just like he always did when he came back to Bobby's and sat down at the table.

"So?" Jo said.

"So, what?" Dean replied.

"So, how did it go?" She answered back sounding happier than their last meet.

"It went ok I suppose." He said kind of surprised Jo was talking to him.

"Hmm, cool." Jo said in a faint voice just loud for him to hear.

There was a long pause between the two of them before anything happened. Jo sat on the couch stealing a glance at Dean every once in a while, as did Dean; both of them thinking of something to say to rid themselves of the awkward silence that filtered the air. Jo finally stood up and faced Dean.

"Uh, I'm sorry for the other day. I-I didn't know." She stuttered feeling a bit sorry about the argument. She felt childish, like she had thrown a tantrum over not getting to do something she really wanted to. Something only a 5 year old should be doing.

Dean was astonished by her apology, but couldn't let her take all the credit.

"Yea, me too." He said hesitantly. "I didn't mean to yell."

They sat there once again for what seemed like had been a looped awkward silence just repeating itself over again. Jo brought herself to the same question she had in mind since this morning and found her to be thinking aloud.

"Why did you tell me that you didn't want to see me dead?" She felt stupid for asking that question, because honestly why would he want to see her dead anyways?

"Jo, can we not start this now?" He said blatantly.

"Please can you just answer it?" She said stepping closer to him for a clearer answer not trying to beat around the bush.

He sighed. "Well, I didn't want to see you dead in the first place."

"Yea but that doesn't seem to matter when you take someone else with you?" Jo said with confidence in her voice so Dean couldn't detect how nervous she was of what the outcome may be.

"Maybe that's because I didn't love them." Dean had no idea what he just said but he meant every word of it. Why did I say that? He thought. That's not going to matter to her. She's not going to care?

Jo showed she was confused. What was he trying to say? What did that mean?

"Wait, what?" She said followed by a small chuckle.

Dean took a deep breath and swallowed. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I like you a lot Jo. I mean it, and if I were to see you die right in front of me. I just don't know what I would do."

Jo didn't know what to think, nor did Dean. He had just laid his feelings out to her and he didn't even know why. They had known each other for about 4 years now and his feelings for her just grew stronger each time he saw her.

Jo really didn't know what to say this time. Her first thought was, Oh shit, I broke him. But then she couldn't help think that, that was exactly what she thought.

Dean turned and through away his beer bottle in the trash wanting to drive away in his Impala but wasn't sure that was even an option at this point.

There were no words what so ever that could tell Dean how bad she felt. He stood there frozen, his hands placed on both sides of the sink as he stared down inside with Jo right behind him. All she could mutter was "Sorry."

Dean, unable to stop himself, turned around and grabbed Jo by her shoulders, his lips fell perfectly in line with hers. Putting everything he had said into one kiss. They were so warm against hers as they reminded her of every happy moment she ever had. They couldn't stop their hearts from pounding in their chest. Blood flowed rapidly in Jo's cheeks, making her face as red as ever. Dean put his hands down around her lower back and pulled her closer to his chest. Jo, who was surprised by his actions, closed her eyes falling deep into the kiss and lifted her hands up high to his shoulders, where she entwined them with his soft brown hair.