Title: What Was and What May Possibly Be?

A Dean/Jo Supernatural Story

This is an alternate universe fanfiction and is based on the storyline premise and monster from the "What Is and What Will Never Be" episode of season two! This author is in no way associated with the writers and/or producers of the Supernatural show and all characters belong to the awesome Eric Kripke and his associates. No copyright infringement is intended.

The story is told in the first person from the POV of Jo Harvelle.

Chapter Eight: The Search for Answers: Part One

I resist the urge to throw the alarm clock against the wall the next morning. The only thing that saves the damnable thing is the lyrics of The Who's "Baba O'Riley" wafting through its speakers. Great radio station in this reality!

After spending hours reading the dusty old texts Dean had presented last night, I've managed only a few hours of sleep. Though I'm tempted to pull the covers back over my head and return to much needed rest, I quickly realize that Dean is gone from our bed. He must already be downstairs managing the in-laws on his own. I truly love that man. When I glance once again at the clock, I see that it is in fact almost ten. Dean must have reset the alarm knowing that I needed the sleep.

I rise from bed and make my way to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth before going downstairs. No vomiting yet today so that's good. As I'm standing in my underwear in front of the closet deciding what to wear, I feel my husband's arms surround me and his lips find the column of my neck.

"Hey you," I say smiling automatically as his arms tighten around me.

"Good morning!" Dean replies. "How are feeling?" he asks hands lovingly stroking my abdomen.

I turn around to face him. My arms go up and rest on his shoulders before leaning in to give him a soft lingering kiss.

"I feel much better now," I answer him as our lips part.

He draws me in again, this time ravishing my mouth with his lips and tongue. Dean gently guides me back to our bed pulling me down on top of him. I can feel him reaching behind my back to release the clasp of my bra and I draw myself up to release our bodies before our passion can get the better of my senses.

"Dean," I gasp realizing my mistake in pulling away as his lips and hands attach to my now naked breasts. "Oh God! My mother and Ch-Chuck...are downstairs D-D-Dean. Don't you think we should go downstairs and see them before they leave?" I coax not sure if I'm trying to convince him or myself.

"They're gone," Dean announces between sensuous sucks and nips.

"What! What do you mean they're gone?"

"They left early this morning. I'd barely gotten up myself. I offered to wake you but your mother told me you needed sleep...for the baby," Dean told her.

"But how did she know?"

"Hey don't look at me! I didn't tell her. You're mother just has this weird sixth sense sometimes. She knew before I did that I wanted to get into her little girls pants."

That comment earned him a slap.

"I wished I'd had the chance to say good-bye."

"She knows Jo."

"Knows what?" I ask.

"That you love her," Dean says as if reading my mind.

"I know," I sigh.

"You know," Dean continues, "Sammy is fully engrossed in eating Fruit Loops and watching cartoons right now." He resumes his caresses and pulls me down against him to attach his lips to my neck. "The house is locked up tight with charms in place. I told Sam not to open the door to ANYONE. Given that, I say we make the most of this quiet time Mrs. Winchester."

I moan Dean's name just before my lips once again meet his in a searing kiss. He's wearing too many clothes which I quickly rectify pulling them haphazardly from his muscular frame. Dean rolls us so that he places himself on top before sliding down my body to remove my underwear. Then he drags his wicked tongue up the inside of my thigh and puts it to good use once he reaches my core. I have to hold a pillow over my head to muffle my screams as I'm hit by not one but two orgasms in a matter of minutes.

As I lay panting in recovery Dean slides his boxers off his hips and lies beside me stroking my cheek and whispering in my ear.

"You are so beautiful Jo."

"Right back at ya," I tell him crawling back on top to take control. I take him into my hands to stroke his length and hear him groan in response. He's unbelievably hard when I finally release him to grind myself against his lower half. I realize at that moment, looking down into his beautiful hazel eyes, that I couldn't love any man more. I close my own eyes as I sink down onto him, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. His hands grasp my hips and guide my movements to a more frantic pace until we both find ourselves falling over the edge.

"You are an amazing man do you know that?" Before he answers me though I continue with "and I don't just mean in bed Dean".

Dean laughs as he looks up at me and then pulls me into a hug.

"Then to confirm your belief in my "amazingness", I am going to give you some much needed relaxation time this afternoon. Sammy's been bugging me for days to take him to this classic car show in the city so I thought we'd go for a few hours and then bring home dinner?" Dean suggests.

He gets up and gathers his boxers and jeans putting them on. He searches in vain for his discarded shirts before finally giving up and heading towards the closet for an alternative.

"I know we didn't find anything useful about the Djinn last night Jo but I came across a couple more texts in Bobby's room that may have some information in them. Just promise me you won't tell him I was rifling through his drawers. I don't want to come home to a load of buck shot in the ass."

"When's Bobby due home?" I ask him, reluctantly rising from our bed in search of my own underwear and a comfortable set of clothes for research.

"Probably after supper but Sammy and I will get enough grub to feed us all in case he's back early. You know, we should probably think about telling Bobby about the Djinn and the whole alternate reality thing Jo," Dean suggests as he pulls on his socks and shoes.

"I know. We'll talk to him tonight. Three heads are better than two anyway. I just hope he doesn't think I'm crazy. We should probably tell him that I'm pregnant too since mom knows."

"I'm pretty sure he's probably guessed that you are with all the throwing up lately. He was around for the first pregnancy but you probably don't remember that," Dean replies with a frown.

"I'm sorry Dean. I know this must be really freaking you out. You're so calm about it though. I don't know what's going on in that head of yours. I want you to know that no matter what the reality, I'm completely and hopelessly in love with you. You're the one Dean Winchester. Whether I see you naked or clothed...you're it for me," I confess walking toward him engulfing his body in my embrace. He hugs me back and swoops in for a kiss that is interrupted by a loud crash heard from downstairs.

"It was an accident," we hear Lil' Sammy announce.

"Looks like the party's over babe. I'll put some coffee on and see you downstairs in a few," Dean says kissing me on the forehead and exiting our room.

Looking around our bedroom seeing the rumpled sheets, the smell of sex in the air, I briefly consider forgetting the whole research thing and saying "fuck the Djinn" but I know the hunter in me won't accept not knowing the truth. I sigh pulling on my clothes and heading downstairs to the two men in my current life. Like it or not...the truth always had a way of coming out!

End chapter eight. Please review, it's always appreciated.