A/N: Dear Sinuses, Please kindly shrink to your normal size so I can think clearly enough to write. Thanks, Me.

You know it's bad when you call in sick and your boss laughs because she's been expecting you to do it for the last three days. Yes, I am that girl. Good times.

I was worried this wasn't as funny as it was in my head, but Steph says she giggled...lemme know what you think? Please?

Have you hugged your beta today? I'd hug mine, but I'm germy. *VIRTUAL BIG SQUISHY HUGS* for stephaniew...I'm not entirely sure what I'd do without her. Oh, and in case Steph wasn't the only one who caught my typo in the last one - No. She doesn't beat me. She does, however, remind me to stay hydrated and fuss at me for not taking care of myself... ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

How Do I Love Thee? Lemme Count the Ways...

Dean stares blankly at the computer screen. 50 Ways to say 'I Love You'...could it really be that easy? He begins to read down the list, mumbling several to himself.

"You're the hole in my donut," he snickers, shaking his head. Yeah. No.

Jo walks into the kitchen without a word. She heads over to the fridge and grabs a beer. "You want one?" she asks, breaking the silence hanging in the air between them.

"Thanks," he says with a nod and a smile. At least we're talking, he thinks.

Jo sets the bottle on the table beside him and watches as Dean's hand wraps around her wrist. Fighting the urge to twist away, she allows herself to be pulled into his lap.

He looks into her eyes, noticing - perhaps for the first time - the tiny golden flecks that shimmer against the coffee-colored background of her irises. They compliment the honeyed waves that fall over her shoulders. He smiles at her because he can't help himself. She's beautiful.

Jo can't help but wonder what's going through Dean's head as he stares at her. She gasps at the gentle pressure of his thumb as it sweeps across her lower lip, realizing that he hasn't kissed her all day. Not for a full 24 hours at least. Have we gone that long since we've been together? she wonders.

As if sensing her thoughts, he cups her face and drags her lips to his. His fingers comb through her hair and she finds herself melting into his arms. She accepts the gentle prodding of his tongue and slips her arms around his neck. The kiss is slow and filled with heat and longing. She's breathless when they part.

Dean looks over her shoulder, quickly scanning for the right line. He grins, sure that he's found the one that'll make her understand what's in his heart. Leaning in for another kiss, he mumbles, "You make me wanna vomit little chocolate hearts..."

Their lips collide for a moment before Jo pulls back. "Wait," she says, her brow furrowing. "What did you just say? I make you want to vomit?"

Dean flinches as though he's been slapped. Time to think fast. He slams the laptop closed and grabs his beer as Jo scrambles from his lap. "What?" he says, trying his best to sound appalled. "No! Not you! Never!"

"I don't know what the hell's gotten into you lately, Dean-O, but," she sighs heavily. Grabbing her own bottle, she takes a generous pull from the neck as she rolls her eyes.

"Jo, baby, I..." he fumbles, his face turning red. "Um..."

"Spill it, Dean," she tells him. "Get it off your chest. You'll feel better."

He gulps. No way could he tell her the truth now. His eyes light on the closed laptop. "I love..." he sputters, "Sam...but dude's got really weird taste in porn. I mean granny-tranny-dwarves?"

"Yeah," Jo says, her eyes going wide. I got nothin', she thinks to herself. "So not what I was expecting..." She runs her hand over the back of the kitchen chair in front of her for a moment before nodding toward the door. "I'm gonna call Mom and hit the hay," she tells him with a stretch. "Been a long couple of days..."

Dean watches her walk out the door. He gulps his beer, opening the computer. "Granny-tranny-dwarf porn. That's what you come up with? Awesome, Dean, awesome."

Motioning with his hand between himself and the direction she left, he says, "Umm...you and me? Yeah. You and me."

Shame he hadn't noticed that one sooner...

A/N: In case you're curious, the website Dean was looking at really exists...as for the granny-tranny-dwarf porn, it's been a running joke with my best friend for years *shrug* your guess is as good as mine...