Chapter 8

AN: Okay so another short chapter butttt the next one should be longer. ; ) I really wanted to update that last one sooner but I kept on getting a weird error thing popping up and it wouldn't let me update bc of the error. Looks like Fanfiction fixed it! So yay!

This chapter is a little more "plot" intensive… it had to be done. So no naughty stuff here but the next chapter will be pretty dirty. Yay! Look forward to it lol

Back to more Dean/Jo goodness!

Curlyvampirejo: I know, Dean is amazing… but Dean in the Impala is even better. Dean and Jo really like to push each other's buttons. Their banter is the main reason that they are one of my fav. pairings of all time. I've always had a thing for banter which is probably why all of my fav. couples banter back and forth. : ) Dean is totally a cocky jerk! But Jo did deserve it. Lol I think both of them are just trying to figure things out. Neither of them like to show that they are "weak" or have "feelings" lol

8marta8: He is isn't he? Lol yeah well, you knew I had to do it. Like you had mentioned before his reactions in the other chapter weren't very "Dean" and the reason for that was because he was in such a state of shock that he had to take some time to compose himself lol I admit he was a total ass but that's just the Dean we know and love. 3

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So there I am just wandering through some fucking forest, grinding my teeth because I'm angry, dripping from my sex because I'm horny and armed with a .45 caliber CZ 97 because I'm not a dumb ass and I'm practically praying that I find something I can shoot at so I can let off a little steam. Let me tell you it was not a fun time. After 15 min of tracking I still can't see shit and I have no idea what happened to Dean because I never heard him follow me. As long as he didn't get captured or decided to drive off without me I really didn't give a shit what Dean was doing at this point. He could be fucking a skunk for all I knew. I wander further into the trees and that's when I saw it.

Off in the distance there was a little shack with a light on. I looked around to make sure there wasn't anything waiting in the shadows and then I sneak up to the only window on the pile of junk. I cased out the surroundings making sure that there wasn't any booby traps that I may have missed on my first go around and I peak inside to the little one room trash heap. In the far corner of the room there is an older woman seemingly asleep on a rocking chair. A small battery operated lamp sits on a stool next to her. I decided it's now or never and I enter the little shack with my pistol at the ready. I called out to the woman but she doesn't move. I go over to her and check her pulse to find she is dead. I felt a sense of dread wash over me, if only we had gotten there sooner. But upon closer investigation I saw that she has been dead for some time because she has maggots crawling around on her flesh. I looked around the room to see if there was anything in there that could be a clue but I saw nothing. I hunched down trying to figure out what to do from there when I hear a stick crack outside of the shack. I maneuvered myself into a position that couldn't be seen from the window and wait with my pistol at the ready. After a few minutes, the door creaks open to reveal Dean.

"What took you so long?" I ask from my hiding place. Dean jumped slightly before looking at me and smirking.

"I've been following you this whole time. What you didn't notice?" He asks smugly.

"Whatever you say Dean. You walk like a bowlegged elephant I'm pretty sure I would have noticed if you were following me." I tease back.

"Hardy har har. Look, you were in here for a while and I didn't hear anything so I decided I would come in and make sure you were okay." Dean says flippantly.

"I'm just dandy thanks. But she isn't." I say pointing at the woman with my pistol.

"Shit that's Sandy Hansen. She's one of the women who was taken. It looks like the pattern is being followed to the t. They switch out their older women with young ones." Dean says getting closer to the woman.

"Sick fucks. We need to find these bastards before another woman is taken. If Sandy died earlier this week based on the maggots, that means we have at least 3 days before a new woman is taken if the pattern hold true." I say rubbing my temples.

"Do you hear beeping?" Dean asks "I think my ears are ringing or something because I hear beeping."

"Umm yeah… what they hell is that? I hear it too. It sounds like its coming from her." I say listening and moving to where I hear the being noise. I found the source of the noise to be Sandy's feet. I lift up her long dress and see a bomb counting down with a 39 seconds to go.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I screamed as I pulled Dean out of the shack.

"What?" He asks confused as I continue running away from the shack in a full sprint toward the Impala.

"BOMB! RUN!" I yell back to him as I continue running to safety.

"HOLY FUCK!" Is all I can hear as I run and Dean catches up to me. Boy oh boy am I glad that I wore my Chuck Taylor's otherwise I would have been having some major issues. Either way my stupid tiny skirt was around my waist as I ran because the damn thing was being pushed up as I went over hills and jumped rocks. Thank God there was no one out there because they would have gotten a mighty nice free show. Maybe that's why Dean stayed behind me as we ran… and silly me thought it was because of his bowlegs. Ugh of course. Such a pervert even as we run for our lives. After what seems like forever an explosion rings out in the silent night, but I continued to run even after the bomb went off. When I finally got too the Impala checked it over for bombs and got inside. Dean got his ass into the drives seat in the nick of time because just as he closed his door, bright lights were turned on behind us and the sound of a shotgun being fired rang through the night air.