AN: Hey loves! Here is the next installment! PLEASE COMMENT! I really want to know what you all are thinking about this. :/ This chapter... is a real tease. So just a pre-warning.
Here is A little bit of visual for the chapter just to help you all out:
Jo's Top: .
Jo's Shoes: .
Jo's Skirt: /images/I/51RIiq%2BnAML._SS500_.jpg
Song 1: Time of the Season by the Zombies: .com/watch?v=oc7b62El_fk
Song 2: Cat Scratch Fever by Ted Nugent: .com/watch?v=nW8S58CYQqs
I don't own anything! Everything belongs to the correct owner!
8marta8: Aww thanks! Im glad you are still reading! Life is such a hassle sometimes but oh well it happens. Im back! Lol haha I know Jo is a strong woman in more ways than one. She knows that sometimes you have to sacrifice for the greater good lol hope you enjoy this next chapter!
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In all honesty I felt really bad leaving poor Dean with a rock hard erection outside of my door. I mean I didn't want him to get blue balls and not be able to focus on the hunt, but I knew if I did anything some other woman would be kidnapped by whatever this thing was and the woman she would be replacing would end up dead somewhere. I couldn't have that. So I sent him on his way and gave him 20 min. to do whatever he needed to do to get rid of his "problem". Now I know you are thinking, "Jo, you could have taken care of that little issue with him and then you could have gotten some relief too." But really, I couldn't have my first time with Dean be a quickie. I wanted the real deal.
I changed into a jean skirt and a macramé midriff halter top and a pair of Chuck Taylor's. And you guessed it, no panties. I HAD NONE LEFT! Literally every pair I owned were full of mud, pond water, sewer water or some kind of monster's blood. I decided at this point that I couldn't go around not wearing panties for as long as it took until I could get to a washing machine. I decided the only thing I could do would be to hand wash them in the tub. By the time I had finished, the bathroom looked like it belonged to a prostitute. It had panties of all kinds hanging from any place I could put them. By the time I was finished my time was up.
I decided against a jacket because I figured my cover would be better established if I looked like a drunken little slut going to bang her boyfriend in the woods. I was pretty sure that any kind of jacket would look out of the ordinary because incredibly warm night. It finally hit me as I was grabbing my purse full of assorted weaponry and walking out the door that I was going to have to sit in a car with Dean for God knew how long while we were on this stake out. Oh it was going to be just fantastic. Not. Okay well it was… but I only think that now. I certainly didn't think that then.
I had gotten outside at precisely the same time that Dean was opening his car door. He looked at me and was about to speak but I beat him to the punch.
"How about we forget that happened mmkay? We have a job to do." I say casually as if what happened between us was no big deal.
He gets into the Impala and mumbles under his breath so that I can only barely hear, "It's kind of hard to do with you wearing that." I smile slightly before quickly removing it from my face and getting into the car.
"Let's get this over with so I can leave please." I groan. I need to keep my guard up. After all this is Dean Winchester I'm dealing with here people.
I toss my purse in the back seat as we pull out of the parking lot. There really was no reason at all for me to do that but I did, I guess I just needed something to do. We start to head off toward the place where the kidnappings had been taking place over the years and at this point I kind of zone out. I stare out at the scenery that is passing by and I lose track of time. I'm jolted out of my state of peace when Dean parks the car in a wooded area and turns off the Impala's engine and puts it into auxiliary. I reach over and turn on the radio finding the steady rhythm of The Zombies Time of the Season soothing in the silence. Dean reaches over and changes the channel to the very suggestive Cat Scratch Fever. He puts his hand down on his knee and says some line of bullshit about the driver picking the music.
I turn away from him and look back out into the woods. The more I look at Dean the more I want him and we couldn't very well have something happen on a stake out. After what seemed like forever I saw a flash of something in the distance. It turns out to be a rabbit but I realize that I should probably have my weapons closer to me. I squeeze the top half of my body through the opening between the driver's seat and the passenger's seat and reach for my purse. In retrospect I should have just gotten out of the car and grabbed the purse but no, obviously I wasn't thinking. As soon as I lean through the seats my tiny ass skirt bunches itself up around my hips and I know things are only going to go downhill from there. Just as I finish my thought guess whose fingers start petting my pussy in the most amazing way imaginable? Well it wasn't a ghost that's for sure.