A/N: I loved this concept, but I'm not entirely sure I like the way it panned out. PS - I also intensely dislike text speak...which really didn't help matters at all.
stephaniew - thanks so much for putting up with me and all my silliness...as discussed, I really don't wanna know what I'd do withoutcha. Stick around, okay? Please?
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Luv Ya, CU L8R
Dean's gone when she wakes up. It's not entirely unexpected, because Sam's been pestering him about a new case for days. Still, waking up naked in an empty bed when you weren't alone the night before is never a pleasant feeling.
Especially not after a night like last night. Pulling herself up, Jo leans against the headboard and adjusts the covers around her chest. She sees their clothes strewn haphazardly around the room and grins. Good Lord, what had gotten into him? It had been so intense...
She stops herself from completing the thought. Stops herself from wondering what he would have said in the kitchen if she hadn't encouraged him to take her to bed. It wasn't worth worrying about. It didn't matter. She had him.
Right? The insecure little voice makes her reach for her phone. She won't call him when he's with Sam, but a text or two couldn't hurt.
S talked u into it, huh? she asks
Didn't wanna wake u, he answers quickly.
She smiles. If he hadn't completely worn her out, he would've woken her with the slightest movement. B safe, she types.
She gets up, tugging on her robe. Smiling, she hums REO and begins her day.
Then she sees it. The message that sends things spiraling and makes her drop the phone.
Luv ya, J...cu l8r?