The sun shone on Dean's face, and he threw his arm up over his eyes, blocking it out. It was much too early to wake up. He felt the weight of a body over him, and he thought to himself that he had a good night last night. He didn't remember anything about it, though, figuring he was too drunk at the time. Slowly, he shifted his body, now laying on his side, the girl still in his arms. Without opening his eyes, he planted his lips on the girl, kissing softly until he found her lips. "Mmm..." he moaned as he pushed his tongue inside her mouth, sliding it over her teeth, begging for entrance.
Jo awoke to the feel of lips on her forehead. She opened one eye, noticing that Dean was kissing her. She didn't move; didn't want to, allowing Dean to kiss her softly until he reached her lips. She didn't let him push his tongue into her mouth past her teeth, too curious as to what he was doing. As he continued trying to pull a reaction out of her, she put her hands on his chest. Planting both of her hands firmly on his pectorals, Jo pushed Dean away from her. "Dean, what are you doing?" she asked, knowing he must have been still sleeping. He would never kiss her for real.
Dean didn't allow the girl to push him too far away. He listened to what she was asking, but he didn't bother with an answer. Again, he shifted, wrapping both arms around the petite form next to him. He attempted to kiss her lips again, but she must have shifted and his lips connected with her cheek. "Mmm, want you," he moaned, hoping she would let him kiss her soft lips again.
Jo looked at Dean, a confused look spread all over her features. She liked feeling his arms around her, and if she thought for one second Dean knew what he was doing and who he was doing it with, she would have welcomed his gestures. But this was a lie. She reached up to his face and held his jaw in her hand, hard. "Dean, wake up," she ordered, regretting her decision as soon as she made her move.
Pain shot through Dean's jaw as he was grabbed. "Ow," he whined, opening his eyes, only to stare straight at Jo. Suddenly, he realized that his arms were wrapped around her, and she must have been the one that he was kissing, all the events of the previous day rushing back to him. Acting as though he had no idea what he had just been doing, he moved his head out of her grasp, opening and cloing his mouth to numb the pain as he unwrapped his arms from her body. "Jo, what are you doing?"
Jo looked at Dean, knowing he hadn't meant to kiss her. "You were--" she stopped mid-sentence, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "Nevermind." Slowly, she got up from the bed, missing the warm feeling of Dean's body already. She stretched, pretending as though Dean had never kissed her, standing on her tip-toes and throwing her arms way over her head to get the full stretch she desired. "You want breakfast?" she yelled back to him as she walked to the kitchen.
"Yes, please," Dean eagerly answered, realizing how hungry he was at the mention of food. He could still smell Jo all over him as he shuffled to his feet. Could still taste her lips on his. He licked his lips casually, trying to make the feeling last. He walked to the kitchen, the smell of pancakes instantly filling his nostrils, making his mouth water slightly. "Pancakes?" he asked, a little confused. "How are you making pancakes? This place is abandoned."
Jo shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know. There is a lot of food here. Enough for one person to live at least a few days. Maybe the demon stocked up so I could survive."
"Why? You were strapped to the bed. You couldn't get to the kitchen."
Jo turned towards Dean, a plate full of pancakes in her hand. "Hmm, maybe he knew you were coming for me."
Dean thought about this, digging into his pancakes. "So, what, you think this was a trap?"
The thought hadn't occurred to her until just now, but it was possible. "Maybe," she said, shaking her head and sitting opposite him at the table, taking a bite of her own pancakes. She didn't want to think of this anymore. She just wanted to finish her pancakes and take a shower. Luckily, Dean wasn't much of a talker, and he stayed quiet except for the occassional moan, letting her know he was enjoying his pancakes.
As she finished up, she stood, taking her plate and laying it in the sink. Dean did the same as he finished, their hands brushing against one another lightly. Quickly, Jo threw her hands behind her back, the events of that morning clouding her memory once again. "Um...I'm going to take a shower." She turned and walked up the stairs, yelling to Dean that she wouldn't be too long.
At that moment, Dean knew Jo was embarassed by how he had acted that morning. "Damn," he whispered to himself, figuring she would want to talk to him about it later, or rather they would have to talk about it. Otherwise, things were going to be weird between them. Suddenly, Dean's cell phone rang. Seeing that it was Sam, he answered it. "Sammy?"
"Dean, I found out how to kill the demon," Sam said triumphantly.
"Really, that's great! How?"
Sam hesitated, knowing Dean wouldn't approve of the answer. "It doesn't matter. Now, I just have to track the thing. Don't worry, I'll have you two out of there in no time." Before Dean could answer, Sam hung up, throwing the phone into his lap, angry with himself for lying to Dean.
Ruby's hand shot out to grab Sam's wrist, giving it a gentle sqeeze. "You know you couldn't tell him how you were going to kill the demon, Sam," she offered. "You know how he feels about you expandng your abilities. It's the only way, Sam."
Sam couldn't look at Ruby. He was still so ashamed about what he had to do to save his brother. He hid it well, though, Ruby didn't even notice. Keeping his eyes glued to the road, he drove in the direction Ruby had pointed out, knowing the demon was there, waiting for the time it's stomach begged for its next meal.
Jo stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. She had just gotten out of the shower, so her hair was wet, pieces sticking to her cheeks and forehead. Slowly, she pushed them away. "Come on, you big baby," she coached herself. "Just tell him how you feel. What's the worst that could happen?" He could reject me. He could laugh at me. Things would be weird between us, and I don't know how long we'll be here. These thoughts answered her questions. She pushed them back, trying to be brave. She needed to know. The ignorance was killing her. A knock on the door drug her out of her conversation with herself, causing her to jump slightly.
"Jo, aren't you done yet?' Dean whined. "I was planning on taking a shower and I want some hot water, too." He leaned against the door frame, hearing Jo shuffling around inside.
As she grabbed her clothes, she yelled, "I'll be out in a minute. I just need to get dressed." She pulled her panties on, allowing her towel to drop to the floor so she could then get her bra in place. Quickly, she pulled on the pair of loose fitting jeans and black tank top she had been wearing before she showered, not having any other clothes to change into. She ran a hand through her wet hair, ruffling it a bit to make it look half decent before stepping to the door and pulling it open.
Dean felt his cock twitch as she responded that she needed to get dressed. Visions of Jo without clothes danced in his head, and he smiled at the thoughts. He was so dirty. He didn't even notice that she had opened the door.
"Dean?" she asked, seeing that he was in his own little world. Gently, she touched his arm, pulling him back to the real world. "You can shower, now."
Dean smiled at her, slowly pushing past her, careful not to touch her as he entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Quickly, he undressed himself and stepped into the cold water, hoping to calm himself down.
It was already dark outside, and any hope of getting out of this hell house tonight was stripped away from her as she sat in the kitchen, sipping her tea. Jo didn't know if Sam was going to pull through and get this demon in time, but Dean seemed pretty confident; probably confident enough for the both of them. All day, he had assured her Sam would be there in no time, holding the demon's head as if it were a trophey. Jo scruched her face against the imagery Dean had stirred in her brain with that thought. She had been sleeping, but she had a nightmare and had awoke. Tea always calmed her down, so she had decided to pour herself a cup, sneaking past Dean's sleeping form. He had been sacked out on the chair in the corner of the room. She wondered why he hadn't been in the bed, but didn't think too much of it.
Thunder cracked outside, causing Jo to jump slightly. She hated storms. Quickly, she finished her tea and padded through the house, back into the room they had been using as a bedroom. She stopped in front of the chair Dean was slouching in. He looked so peaceful. When he was awake, he looked so serious, like he was bearing the weight of the world on his shoulders. When he slept, however, he looked calm, beautiful. Outside, the storm raged on, and suddenly, all the lights in the house went out.
Jo gasped in the now dark house. She looked around the room, becoming scared. She knew what was out there in the dark, which made her afraid of the dark, although she would never admit it. She bent down, touching Dean's arm and shaking him slightly. "Dean?" she whispered, hoping he would wake up nice and easy. That didn't happen. He moaned and twisted in the seat, leaving a small space of the coushin empty. When he shifted, she thought he would wake up, but he didn't, instead swallowing and continuing to sleep. Another loud crack sounded as the storm continued. Finally, Jo decided that she was small enough to fit in that small space.
Slowly, careful not to wake Dean, Jo crawled on the chair with him. She almost fit in the small space, but some of her body rested on Dean as she got comfortable. She looked up at his face, wondering if her being in the same seat with him was making him wake. It wasn't. Gently, she placed her head on Dean's shoulder, throwing her arm over his waist, snuggling up close to him. She felt safe here, curled up next to the man she loved, even if he didn't love her back. Forgetting about the storm completely, Jo closed her eyes, falling asleep.
Sam stared out the window at the house where the Amore was resting. Impatiently, he shifted, looking at Ruby. "Why can't I just go in and kill the thing now?" he asked.
Ruby rolled her eyes. "Because Sam," she answered, "I said so. You're not ready yet."
Sam scoffed, looking back out the window. "I killed the other one, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did," Ruby said hotly. "Bravo, Sam. Do you want a metal?" She reached over Sam's body and touched his chin, turning his head to look at her. "You need to let my blood pump through your veins a little longer. Trust me."
Sam pulled his face away from her, looking straight ahead. "Trust me," he repeated. "That's your answer for everything."
Ruby turned so her body was straight in the seat, looking out the windshield as well. "Fine, Sam, get mad at me, I don't care." She folded her arms over her chest. "You'll thank me later."
Sam rolled his eyes, knowing she was right. But for right now, he wanted to be angry. Knowing the demon was there, in his grasp and he couldn't touch it pissed him off. How long would he have to wait? That demon wasn't going to hold off all year. He needed to get a whack at it. He would take another dose if he had to; anything to save his brother from being taken from him again. He thought back on the time Dean was in Hell. He cut himself off from everyone in his life. Everyone except Ruby. That's how all of this had started in the first place. If Dean wouldn't have died, he would have stayed away from Ruby, knowing that practicing his abilities would only make Dean angry.
After Dean died, though, Sam had been angry. Hurt. Alone. He wanted revenge against Lilith for taking his only family away from him. He knew he couldn't touch her the way he was then, though. Therefore, he turned to Ruby, allowing her to help him hone his abilities. Help him get stronger. Prepare for his next encounter with the demon bitch that ripped his brother away from him. Now, he regret that decision, but he was so deep into this life, he had to cintinue. And deep down in his soul, he liked it.
Dean stared at the sink, watching the water drip slowly out of it. He turned when he heard the soft flutter of wings behind him. "Castiel," he stated. "Here to get us out of here?"
"I come bearing a warning, Dean," Castiel informed. "Sam is in trouble." Dean straightened up, wondering what Castiel meant by that. "He is accompanied by the demon Ruby."
Dean sloughed again, letting out a sigh. "Yeah? What else is new?" he asked, saracsm dripping from his voice. "He's always with her anymore."
"You don't understand the severity of the situation."
"Yeah, yeah. Stop him from doing what he's doing, or you will. I already got the speech."
"No, Dean, it's worse now than before." Castiel took a step closer to Dean, gazing into his jade green eyes. "Sam is allowing her to infect him with her demon DNA." Dean stared at Castiel, not believing what he was hearing. "He is tumbling into oblivion and if he is not stopped, he will not be able to recieve penance. Will not want it."
Dean could not speak. He locked his jaw, it twitching in response to his anger. He looked back up at Castiel. "How do I make him stop, Cas? I told him to stop, and he didn't listen." Dean scoffed at the memory. "I told him God didn't want him to continue down this path. But, I guess he didn't care what the big Boss man said." Dean shook his head, looking at the ground. "Tell me what to do," he begged. Again, he looked at Castiel. "Help me save my brother."
"There is only one way to make him stop, Dean," Castiel answered sadly. "You must stop Ruby. And then you can only hope Sam will stop plumetting downward."
Dean felt like he wwas going to cry. He needed to save his brother. He was all he had left in this world. Dean looked to the ground, thinking. "Thanks, Cas," Dean answered, fighting his emotions. "I'll fix Sam. I'll kill that bitch and not think twice about it." A tear rolled from Dean's eye as he looked back at Castiel. "Just...don't hurt my baby brother."
Dean's eyes snapped open, anger engulfing him as he thought of Castiel's warning. He looked down at Jo, sleeping soundly, her head resting on his shoulder and her arm draped over his waist. As he thought about how he felt for her, the anger subsided somewhat. Slowly, he leaned his head back, allowing it to rest on the chair, looking to the ceiling. "Oh, Sammy," he whispered, closing his eyes, ashamed that Sam would do someting like this.