Ch 3- Sorry its so late! I have been crazy busy with school! My finals are ending this week so I'll be updating like crazy really soon. Since I've been so bad about updates here is an extra long one. Any kind of feed back is much appreciated : ) Remember this is as if Jo is telling you a story. She is talking directly to you. 3

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It took me about 10 min. to pack up all of my worldly possessions and put them in my car. It should have only taken about 30 seconds but I really wasn't in the mood to rush. Of course if it was necessary I would have. Luckily, Sam had sent me the address because I refused to waste my time sitting around. Surprisingly, they weren't too far away from me. The boys were just in the next state over so it only took me about four hours to make the trip. The relaxing drive in my 1970 Apollo White Buick GSX helped me to cool my temper a but, but not much. All I kept thinking about was stupid Dean and how much of a smug ass hole he was. The more I thought about it, the more I thought about the dumb comments he would make to me when I got there. At least he couldn't belittle me for my car. My car was fricken amazing. I knew he would comment about my "inability to hunt" but that was a given. The one thing I was actually stewing over was my clothing, or shall I say lack there of. I was drastically in need of doing laundry because everything was full of blood and God knows what. So much so that all I had left were clothes for jobs that required use of my feminine charms. That meant that the only things I had available were short ass skirts, dresses and tops that left little to the imagination. To make matters even worse I had run out of panties so I had to go commando. Let me be the first one to tell you that some of these clothes really needed to be paired up with some panties. Oh well who was I to care right? I mean Dean thought of me as his sister and Sam was completely sick so he wouldn't try anything. I figured I was in the clear. All I would have to do was listed to Dean bitch about the clothes for a little while and then I'd be through with it. I could here the rant now, "Jo! What the hell are you thinking? You can't hunt in that! The monsters are going to want to rape you! Blah blah blah!" Well Dean had to fucking deal with it. You call me on laundry day this is what you get.

Sometime during my mental battle I had made it to the motel. I decided it was best to put on my trench coat to cover myself up. I didn't want to be bothered by Dean's shit as soon as I walked in the door. I made my way to the room and knocked. Sam answered the door looking like shit but still gave me the best smile he could muster up. I gave him a nod and a small pat on the shoulder as if to say I acknowledge your pain. I walked into the small motel room like I owned the place, not that I wanted to though. The cheap ass motel had carpet that looked like puke. Sam had made his way over to a bed and Dean sat on a couch not even looking up from the TV he was watching. No one had spoken at this point and I've never liked awkward silences so I decided to start the convo.

"Nice Dean. Way to pick a motel with carpet that looks like vomit. Do you want to make poor Sam suffer even more?" I said in a voice that sounded like a concerned mother.

Just as I said that Sam's eyes grew wide and he rushed off to the bathroom to empty more of his stomach contents if that was even possible.

"Damn it Jo, look what you did!" Dean growled as he got his ass off of the couch and came toward me. When his eyes met mine I knew he was thinking something but whatever it was quickly was covered up with annoyance. I brushed the look off.

"It's not my fault you are so inconsiderate." I mused.

"Yeah Dean I mean really. Such a gentlemen too, you didn't even ask the lady for her coat." Sam growned from the confines of the toilet bowl. He was trying to lighten the mood. Poor baby, I really did feel so bad for him.

"I don't see no lady." Dean said as he smirked at me.

"That's okay Dean-o, the only gentleman I see is neck deep in vomit. Besides you don't need to worry about my jacket. I need to get another room. I cant sleep in here with the smell. No offense Sam." I replied as I turned for the door.

"None taken." Sam mumbled.

"Can't deal with a little stink huh Jo?" Dean chided.

"Oh I can. I just choose not to." With that statement I made my way out the door.

I just love to have the last word. Honestly, I think that's one of the things that leads me to the situation that I'm in now. Well, that and my lack of panties. Once I leave the boy's room I head over to the motel office and get a room. The only thing available is an "upgrade". Thank God I had enough in my budget to get the room because there was no way in hell I was sleeping in Dean and Sam's room. I'm not a princess but that place was a shit box, no pun intended. I get to my room and find that it to is a shit box. I mean what did I expect right? Oh well, at least it doesn't have puke green carpet and the bed looked semi clean. Good thing I don't go anywhere without my own sheets. I'm not afraid of germs or anything, I mean really, I did up corpses for fuck sake but I'm not a fan of laying in other peoples bodily excretions for a night. I take of my coat and make my bed. I just finish when I hear a knock at the door. I look out the peep hole to see mister d-bag himself not looking to pleased I might add.

Okay so you know how I told you that going on this hunt was my first mistake, well opening the door is my second. And you know that look Dean gave me earlier? Well that was the first step in the process that has caused me so much pleasure and so much pain. The second step is coming up really soon. I know you have all been patient but you need to know the background. I completely understand that you all must think that I'm insane when it comes to Dean and what he has been doing to me. You are all thinking, "Jo, why can't you just be happy with Dean constantly eating you out?" You know what? I really wish that I could. Really I do. But once you have had some of Dean Winchester, you want it all. Call me selfish, I don't care. I just need him in me right now.

Sorry I went off on a tangent. Where was I? Oh yeah, so I open the door and Dean blows right past me with a stack of papers and heads straight to the bed. He eyes my soft blue silk sheets in what I can only guess is confusion because he has his back to me and then plops on the bed boots and all.

"Alright princess lets get this thing over with." He grumbles still not looking at me.

"Dean Winchester you get your fucking shoes off my sheet right now or I swear to God I will cut them off of your feet!" I yell seething mad.

What a dick he is! Ugh I want his dick so bad. Oh shit sorry! I'm just really frustrated, I didn't mean to get off topic. Anyway, he sighs, takes of his boots and throws them on top of my bags. At this point I'm so annoyed with him I don't even bother to yell at him. I just walk over and pick up his boots to move them. I'm in the middle of bending over when I hear a deep grown coming from Dean. I turn around to rip him a new one for being such an ass all of the time and that's when I see that look in his eyes again. The same look from before. This time it doesn't go away and so I had time to decipher it. The look Dean was giving me was a look of lust. Why is he giving me that look and why am I standing her like a dumb ass not saying anything? I thought. Oh…. that's right, I wasn't wearing any panties. That must have been it. I was wet too which really didn't help I'm sure but I couldn't help it. Seeing Dean made me wet, even if I was pissed at him. We were frozen in our places for what seemed to me like hours. I finally got up the nerve to say something.

"Uh you guys caught me on laundry day. All I have left are trashy things. They are things that I wore when I went undercover as a stripper and a hooker and a porn start…" I babbled on and on, I couldn't control what was coming out of my mouth. It really was pretty funny thinking back on it now.

"Umm yeah so sorry." I shrugged.

Dean just stared.