Jo looked out the kitchen window, seeing that the sun was almost on the horizon. Sam would be killing the demon soon. She walked over to the table and sat opposite Dean who was just staring blankly ahead. She wondered what he was thinking about, but she didn't ask. "So, Sam is going to be killing the demon soon," she said, smiling. "Dean?"
Dean blinked his eyes as he heard his name, looking at Jo whom he noticed had taken a seat. "Huh? Yeah, I know." He hadn't really been listening to her, but he figured that was as good an answer as any.
"So, we should be able to get out of here soon." Jo smiled again, eager to see her mother.
Dean scoffed. He wasn't sure if he could trust Sam to do this anymore. He looked down at the table, not really looking at anything in particular, just staring.
Jo noticed that something about Dean was off. Slowly, she stood up and walked over to him, kneeling down beside him. She placed her hand on his bicep, looking at the side of his face, waiting for him to look at her. He did. "What's wrong, Dean?" she asked, concern clear on her face. She looked into the deep pools of green that made her melt, begging for him to talk to her.
Dean reached down, placing an open palm on Jo's cheek. "Jo..." he started, not breaking their eye contact. "I-I don't..." he trailed off mid-sentence, not knowing how to express his feelings with the right words. He figured he was probably going to die in here, so what did he have to lose with Jo? Nothing. As fast as he could, he dropped to his knees beside her, dipping his head so their lips connected. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch of it.
Jo gasped, surprised as Dean slid his tongue into her mouth. He was wide awake, and he had said her name; he knew exactly what he was doing. Figuring this is what Dean wanted, Jo wrapped her arms around his neck, grabbing his short, spikey hair in her fists. Her moans were captured by their kiss as it began to get deeper and more passionate. She pulled away, suddenly needing oxygen. "Mmmm...Dean," she gasped as he traced a line down her throat with his tongue, stopping at her collarbone. Finally, they kissed again, their tongues dancing for control over one another. Again, she pulled away, reaching for the bottom of the black tank top that he wore. "Off," she ordered, tugging at it.
Dean leaned back, grabbing the bottom of his tank and lifting it over his head. He tried to lean back towards her, wanting to taste her again, but she pressed her hand against his chest, keeping him in place. With her free hand, she worked the button on his pants, unzipping them once she had the button open. Feeling the need to have his soft, full lips on her again, she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him against her, leaving no space between them, their lips crashing onto one another.
With one hand cupped behind her neck, holding her hair in his fist, Dean used the skilled fingers of his free hand to unbutton Jo's blouse, pushing it off her petite body to reveal her beige bra. He ran his hands up her hips, planting them just above her waist, hoisting her onto his lap. Jo pulled away from Dean's eager lips and seeking tongue, kissing his cheek and then his neck. She pulled back to look into his lust-filled eyes, and she guessed hers held the same look. She shook her head as she thrusted against Dean's arousal, moaning each time she got the friction she desired. "Bed," she moaned. "Now."
Picking her up and hoisting himself to his feet, Dean walked to the bedroom, kissing Jo over and over. They kicked off their remaining clothes as they tumbled onto the bed in a tangled heap of pure passion and love.
Sam climbed out of the car, already beginning to concentrate. This demon was strong and it was going to take all he had in him to kill it. He kicked the door open, just as the demon was about to leave. He raised his hand, causing the demon to be trapped against the wall. While he held the demon in place, defenseless, he concentrated all of his energy on killing the thing. He began to get a headache as the demon fought against his attempts to kill it.
As the demon thrashed, screeching, Sam turned his hand so it was in a vertical postition, slowly curling his fingers as though he were choking the life out of the demon. When Sam's hand was balled completely into a fist, the Amore stopped thrashing and screeching. It lay limp, the only thing holding it up was the force Sam had used to pin it to the wall. He dropped his hand, rubbing his temples to ease the pain that was there. Slowly, he walked over to the Amore's lifeless body, gazing down at it as it leaked black ooze.
Once he was sure the thing was dead, Sam struck a match, lighting up the place. He walked out the door as the building was completely engulfed in flames, walking over to the car to stand next to Ruby. She looked up at him, a smile on her face. "You did it. I'm proud of you, Sam." She looked down at the ground, kicking her foot, watching as the dirt she kicked fell onto her boot. "So, when we get back on our regular schedule, this should--"
"No," Sam cut her off. She looked up at him, confused. "We're not doing this anymore, Ruby." He turned to face her, towering over her due to his height. "I only agreed to this because my brother and my friend were in trouble. I will never, drink your blood again. Ever." Sam turned on his heel, walking to the driver's side door and climbing in the car, starting the engine.
"We'll see about that," Ruby said to herself as she walked aroound the car to get into the passenger seat. Once she was inside the car and the door was closed, Sam sped out of the lot in the direction of the abandoned building Dean and Jo were trapped in.
Dean was awakened by the faint sound of his cell phone ringing. He reached down to the floor, feeling around for his pants. When he found them, he searched through his pockets until he found the device. "Hello?" he mumbled, still a little sleepy.
"Dean, it's Ellen."
"Ellen." Dean straightened up in the bed, suddenly feeling self conscious as he lay there naked with her daughter just inches away from him, also with no clothes. "What's up?"
"Is Jo there? Is she safe? I want to talk to her."
"Hang on." Dean leaned over slightly and shook Jo. "Jo, you're mom's on the phone." He handed the phone to her, laying back down, closing his eyes.
"Mom?" Jo asked, suddenly missing her more than had before.
"Oh, honey! Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"No, I'm fine." She looked out the window, noticing it was dark. "Sam should have killed the demon by now, so I should be coming home soon."
"I can't wait to see you, sweetie. I love you."
"I love you, too, Mom. Bye." She hung up the phone, holding it in her hand just a moment longer before slipping it back into Dean's hand. She lay back down, allowing her head to rest on his arm. She looked up at Dean, wondering what this meant for them, now. Finally, she got up, pulling her clothes back on and walking into the kitchen.
Dean looked over at Jo as she walked out of the room. She was so confident that they were getting out of here. She didn't know what he did about Sam. Following suit, he also go dressed, making sure he pulled his over-shirt on after his tank top. He didn't want to forget that in this dump. Suddenly, his phone rang again. He looked at the caller I.D., seeing it was Sam. Angrily, he flipped his phone open. "Hello?"
"Dean, I killed the demon. You should be able to get out of the house, now," Sam exclaimed, very proud of himself.
"That's great, Sam." Dean looked into the kitchen, making sure Jo couldn't hear the conversation. "Is she with you?"
"Who?"
"Don't play dumb with me. You know who I'm talking about. Is she?"
"Dean, I-I don't--"
"Ruby! Is she there?"
Sam gave a side-long glance to the passenger seat. "Yeah."
"Ah, Sammy." Dean closed his eyes and shook his head. "What are you doing with her?"
"She helped me, Dean. I couldn't have saved you without her."
"Yeah, helped you to a big old glass full of demon DNA! Sam, how could you?! You promised me you would stop!"
"Dean, I did what I had to! To save you and Jo."
"Stop, Sam. Just stop. I can't even talk to you right now. I'll deal with you later." He snapped his phone shut. "Damn it!" he screamed. He had hoped Castiel was lying to him about Sam drinking Ruby's blood. With all of his strenth, he threw his phone at the wall, watching it shatter as it connected, falling to the ground in a hundred pieces. He stood in that postion for a while, trying to calm his breathing and get it back under control.
Jo jumped when she heard the sound of Dean scream, and then what sounded like a phone smashing. She turned and walked to the living room, seeing Dean standing in the doorway, trying to control his anger. She didn't say anything, worried if she tried to get him to talk about it, she would only make him more mad. Instead, she walked over to him, stopping in front of him, just looking into his angry eyes.
Dean looked down at Jo, the sight of her making it easier to calm down. "Sam killed the demon," he said. "We can leave, now."
Jo shook her head. "Okay." She walked over to the door and opened it, allowing the cool night air to blow past her. It felt good. She breathed in, taking in all the scents of the outside world she had missed so much these past few days. Suddenly, she saw headlights. She turned to look at Dean again, her mood happier. "Sam's here." As the headlights came closer, she ran outside, stopping inches away from the now parked car.
Sam climbed out of the driver's seat only to be greeted by Jo. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly. "Thank you, so much, Sam."
Sam wrapped his arms around Jo as well. "You're welcome."
As Sam hugged Jo, he was so happy she was finally warming up to him again that he didn't even realize Dean had walked out of the house and grabbed Ruby's elbow, pulling her to the back of the car. He pushed her arm out of his grasp, opening his trunk and rummaging through his duffel bag. "What did you do to make him take your blood?" he asked, still angry.
Ruby smiled, then chuckled. "Dean, I didn't have to do anything. He took it willingly." She smiled at Dean's disgusted expression. "Oh, when he slammed me against that wall, I could feel the hunger he had for me running through him." She walked closer to Dean, pushing her body against his back, her mouth so close to his ear that she could bite it. "And when he drank my blood...God, what a rush."
Finally finding what he was searching for, Dean turned his body, thrusting his weapon into Ruby's abdomen. "Go to Hell..." he spat, twisting the knife. "Bitch."
Ruby grunted in pain as Dean shoved the knife into her stomach. She looked down at the blade, seeing that it was the knife she had given them about a year ago. The only thing other than the colt that could kill demons. She felt herself slipping away, not able to hold on to this plane any longer, Hell beckoning for her to come back. As she was pulled back to her fiery grave, the body she had been inahbiting dropped to the ground in a dead heap.
Sam stared at Dean as he watched Ruby's dead body fall to the ground. He knew Dean was pissed then. Really pissed. He dreaded being alone with him in the car as they sped in the direction of Jo's pub. He knew the time was going to come soon. Much sooner than he would have liked with the way Dean was driving. He closed his eyes as they pulled into the pub's parking lot, just wanting to disappear. Dean and Jo were the first to get out of the car, Sam trailing behind, waiting for his punishment.
Once all the hugging subsided, and the "thank you"s were said and done, Jo pulled Dean over to an empty corner in the pub. She sat down, looking up at him. "So, what happens now?" she asked, fearing that she already knew the answer.
Dean didn't want to have to make it be this way, but he knew it was what needed to be done. "Now, Sammy and I have to leave. There's more cases and...Supernatural things to be hunted. And, this thing with Lucifer now..." he hung his head. "There's just no way we can..." he trailed off, not wanting to have to finish.
Jo reached up and touched Dean's scruffy cheek. "I understand," she said, her throat burning as she held back her tears. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sam hang up his phone, casually walking closer to the two of them. That was the sign that let her know Sam had gotten a hit on their next hunt. Slowly, she stood up. Standing on her tip-toes, Jo planted a soft kiss on Dean's lips. "Don't be a stranger. When this thing is over...come back and visit." Jo smiled at him before she walked over to Sam, hugging him and thanking him again for everything he had done for her the past few days.
Finally, Sam and Dean were out the door, walking to the car, silent. Dean opened his car door, stopping and looking at Sam. "Sam..." he started, waiting for Sam to look at him. He pointed his finger in his direction, finishing what he had started saying. "If I ever hear that you're sucking blood from a demon again, I'll slap you so hard you'll feel it for weeks."
Sam looked down at the ground. "I know, Dean. I'm sorry. I just, didn't know what else to do."
Dean could tell his brother felt bad. Sam knew what he did was wrong. And now that Ruby was dead and back in Hell where she belonged, Dean didn't have to worry about Sam drinking her blood anymore. Therefore, he didn't spend much time on the subject, fearing it would turn into a chick flick moment where Sam would lay his head gently on Dean's shoulder and cry until Dean told him everything would be okay. "Oh, and by the way, you owe me a new cell phone," Dean stated matter of factly.
"What? Why?" Sam whined.
"Because you made me mad so I threw my old one at a wall and it broke. Ergo, you owe me a new one. I want one of those new Envy 3's." Dean waggled his eyebrows at Sam. "Those are cool."
Sam scoffed. "Whatever, jerk."
Dean looked at Sam. "Bitch," he said before climbing into the driver's seat and starting the engine.
Sam laughed, climbing into the car and taking his seat beside Dean. He was glad the ice had been broken before they got on the road. Otherwise, this would have been a long trip.
"All right, Sammy, where to?" Dean asked as he sped away from the pub.
Sam began to tell him all about the phone call he had received while they were at the pub, preparing Dean for the next hunt.
THE END!