This had to be one of the hardest chapters to write for me. I tried to keep it within the "T" rating. I apologize for taking so long; statistics and marketing class along with work really wore me out. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. As always, I'm open and accepting to all honest criticism. Eva.
Disclaimer: I do not own rights to any Supernatural characters.
It's a little past midnight when Sam, Dean, and Jo reach Minnesota. They decide to call it a night and resume in the morning.
The impala pulls up to the Cozy Inn and everyone gets out of the car. "Alright, so what's the plan for tomorrow?" Jo asks as they walk to the main office.
"Well, there's not much we can do tonight so, just call it a night and we'll pick up in the morning." Sam says as he opens the door to the office letting Jo walk in first with Dean following after.
No one is at the front desk so Dean rings the bell . . . no answer . . . he rings the bell again . . .still no answer . . . In aggravation, Dean leans on the counter rings the bell again, this time harder. They hear someone curse in the back followed by a lot of shuffling.
"Hold on ya dam nit. Give me a minute to get myself together." An elderly man, about 70 years old, drags himself to the counter. He grabs the bell and puts it behind the counter scowling at Dean.
"Well if you took any longer we'd be as old as you are." Dean remarks.
"You'd only be so lucky to reach my age!"
"Uhm, excuse me," Sam interjects. "I apologize for my brother. He can be a jerk sometimes. We'd like a room and I would appreciate it if you could help us."
"Bitch." Dean mumbles under his breath. Sam gives him a side glance.
"Not a problem sir. It's obvious who the mature one is" The elderly man says as he turns to Jo. "We only have two double beds per room, but we have a sofa that extends into a bed if that's okay ma'am."
"Oh, that won't be necessary." Jo adds. "I'll be getting my own room." She glances at Dean and turns back to the man. The wheels turn in Dean's head as he turns and looks at Jo.
"Alright young lady." The elderly man says as he turns around and grabs two keys. "205 for the lady and 220 for the young man and child." The man turns around and drags his way to the back.
As Sam, Dean, and Jo walk to their rooms, they reach Jo's room first. Sam and Dean wait for Jo to open her door and step in.
"Alright, we'll see you in the morning." Sam says as he starts to walk off. Dean lags behind and glances back at Jo.
"See ya." Jo looks at Dean before closing her door.
As Sam and Dean enter the motel room, Sam flicks the light on and throws his bag on the closest bed. Dean closes the door behind him and sets his bag on the table. He grabs his toothbrush and toothpaste out of his bag and walks to the sink. Sam, following suit, goes to the accompanying sink to do the same.
Sam turns is head to look at Dean, "I guess I'll be seeing you in the morning too. Maybe you should freshen up." Sam sneers mockingly.
Dean, in mid-brush, stops and glares at Sam through the mirror. He washes out his mouth and wipes the remaining water dripping from his lips before he speaks.
"We're only going to talk-nothing else." Dean says confidently emphasizing the word "nothing" with the stern wave of his hand.
"Yeah, right." Sam says as he walks to the bed and starts to take his clothes off to get ready for bed.
"Look, I know it's hard for you to believe, hell, it's hard for me to believe. We're just gonna talk alright?"
"Hmm," Sam meditates on what Dean said for about a second. "Yeah, ok. I'll see you in the morning." Sam grins as he gets into bed, throwing the sheet and blanket over him. "Cut the light off on your way out. Thanks."
Dean looks at Sam and shakes his head. He walks out of the door and cuts the light off behind him.
Jo sits on her bed deep in thought; she contemplates going to Dean's room. Is he going to come by tonight? I knew he would punk out. I should go to his room. I'm not going over there . . . I'm going over there. Jo gets up and walks to the door intent on going to see Dean. When she opens the door she's surprised to find Dean on the other side about to knock.
"Oh!" Jo said, startled. "You came. For a minute, I thought you were going to wimp out." Dean walks in as Jo closes it behind him.
"Well, you said you wanted to finish this. No better time like the present." Dean says as he turns around to face her.
"Yes, I do want to finish this." Jo states. Her voice goes an octave lower as she looks at Dean, "and starts some other things." Jo leans on the door knob making her pelvis push forward emphasizing the curve of her hips as her curly, golden locks hang over her shoulders.
A chill goes through Dean as he stares into her cognac toned eyes and feels drunk in her gaze. It's not that he doesn't want Jo; he wanted her from the first day they met. He just doesn't want it to happen like any other woman he's been with. He wants it to be different; he needs it to be different. He recalls the conversation he had with Sam moments earlier and wishes he did wimp out.
Dean manages to free himself from her spell and clears his throat to speak. "Jo. Uhm. I."
"No, Dean." Jo interrupts. "Enough." She pushes herself off the door and walks to Dean stopping about a foot in front of him.
"This is the time Dean." Jo continues as she inches closer. "This is the time to speak. I know you care or you wouldn't have said you didn't want me hurt; I can see that you care." She places her hand on his chest above his heart and feels the rhythm quicken. "I can feel that you care. Or am I mistaken?"
"No, you're not mistaken." Dean confesses as he grabs her hand that's over his heart and caresses her face with the other. "I don't want you to marry . . ."
Before he could finish his sentence, Jo cups his face with her hands and kisses him. Her kiss is soft and delicate at first but turns urgent and greedy once she feels his arms wrap around her waist pulling her closer. He becomes lost as his hands trace the contours of her waist and tongue tastes the sweetness of her cinnamon mouthwash. The remembrance of not wanting to rush into this causes Dean to reluctantly break their kiss to speak.
"Jo, I really did come over with the intention to talk. I don't want you to think I planned for this to happen." Dean manages to speak in between trying to catch his breath.
"Dean, it may not have been your plan," Jo whispers as she slides her hand beneath his shirt and up his spine causing him to take a sharp breath. "But it was mine".
Dean lets out a relieved sigh as he grabs Jo in for a passionate kiss. Hands roam, freely exploring each other's body as they move in unison towards the bed. As they reach the foot of the bed, Jo sits down and never takes her eyes off Dean as she removes her shirt. He takes a step back to admire Jo and take in all of her beauty; the creaminess of her toned, porcelain-like skin as it complements her blush colored lace bra.
"You're beautiful." Dean manages to say in between breaths. Jo smiles as she grabs the collar of Dean's shirt and pulls him down on top of her. As Dean uses his forearms to hold himself up, he takes his shirt off and tosses it to the floor. Jo raises her hand and gently traces the outlines of Dean's face and neck while moving down his shoulders and triceps with her fingertips. "You're not too bad yourself."
Dean smiles as he grabs her wrists and pushes them above her head. As their fingers intertwine, Dean's smile fades as his eyes become filled with want. He lowers his face down as they meet lip to lip.
The rest of the night is penetrating, filled with caressing, kissing, groping, and squeezing as Dean and Jo become one in every way possible. The darkness of night disappears as the sunlight fills the room though cracks in the blinds. The rays reflect the sweat as it glistens off their bodies as they sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
Jo squints her eyes as the sun dances across her face. She lifts her face toward Dean to find him already gazing down at her.
"Good morning." Dean says as he takes is hand and moves a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Sleep well?"
Jo chuckles, "It wasn't much but I slept well."
"You wanted to be the energizer bunny. Maybe you need to recharge your batteries a little bit more."
"I'm not tired you know; unless you need to catch more beauty sleep." Jo reaches around Dean's waist and grabs the side of the bed to pull herself on top of him. Straddling Dean, Jo twirls her fingers in his hair. "Well?"
"Hmm," Dean smirks as his hands move to her waist and up her back. "I'm not tired either." Dean pulls her down into a deep kiss which seems to last forever until the cell phone rings.
Annoyed, Jo sighs and drops her head in the nook between Dean's head and shoulder. "Ugh, that's probably Sam calling to gloat." Dean breathes out as he rubs his face.
Jo grabs the phone and flips it open. "Yes, Sam, calling to gloat huh?"
"Gloat? What? It's me, Rick."
