Chapter 5:

They don't mention the kiss. A week had passed and they avoided being left alone together. Sam had begun to notice this awkward air whenever he would excuse himself to go shower. Dean or Jo would leave the hotel room until Sam had finished showering.

Whenever Sam would wake in the mornings he would find either Jo or Dean fast asleep on the couch or the ground. The pair avoided touching one another at all cost. It was as if they were hiding something from him.

This didn't break until they did a job in Upstate New York. A series of violent murders continued to happen in the area. Each victim was found in a locked house with their neck violently slashed open. No one was sure how the killer got inside and out of the house, keeping the doors locked from the inside and not triggering any alarms.

The trio led this back to an auction house where the most recent victims' items had been sent. That was when they met Sarah Blake.

Sarah and Sam had been talking while Jo and Dean searched the auction house. After Jo had pointed out the creepy painting of a family, they made their way back to Sam.

"Sarah, this is my brother Dean and his...Jo." Sam introduced them, not sure of what to introduce Jo ask. "Guys, this is Sarah Blake. Her father owns the auction house."

"Please to meet you," Dean said with his normal charming grin. Jo couldn't help but roll her eyes at this.

"It's nice to meet you." Sarah returned with a smile of her own.

"You aren't on the guest list," Daniel Blake says to the trio. "I must have to ask you to leave. If you do not leave then you shall be escorted out by security."

"Don't worry, we were just leaving." Dean said.

The three head back to the Impala, not saying a word. It wasn't until they were headed down the road until any of them decided to speak.

"His? I'm supposed to be his what? What is it you were gonna say, Sam?" Jo asks, angrily. "'Cause I'm certainly not anything of your brother's."

"Now that's a little harsh," Dean remarked.

"It's called for."

"I don't know," Sam says. "What do you want me to say?"

"Next time just don't say anything," she snaps at him.

The rest of the car ride back to the hotel room was done in silence. Jo stared at the window, avoiding any chance at looking at either of the brothers. Sam simply didn't know what to say. He didn't know why he had just automatically put a claim on her for his brother. Dean fiddled with the radio as they drove, not being able to find a song of his liking.

Instead of returning to the motel, Dean took the three to the library to do some research. That was where they discovered the truth of the original painting and the story behind the family. The father in the original looked straight forward instead of down at the little girl.

"We have to get a better look at that painting," Jo says turning to Sam.

Later that evening, Sam sat down to make a phone call to Sarah Blake who had given him her number before they had left the auction house. The only way to distract her while Dean and Jo went into to steal the painting was for him to take her on a date.

Sam left for the evening when Sarah came to pick him up in her Mercedes, leaving Dean and Jo alone together for the first time since the kiss.

"Jo, I-" Dean started.

She held up a hand to silence him. "Let's just go torch this son of a bitch."

Dean helped her climb over the fence that went around the auction house. His hands cupped her ass as he hoisted her up to the top of the gate. She hissed at him for touching her like that, not wanting to admit to him or herself that she liked the warmth that radiated from his hands.

Retrieving the painting was easy. Breaking into the building was a piece of cake. The alarm system for the auction house was seriously out dated. A kindergartener could've broken into this place and stolen something. It wasn't long before the pair was in and out with the painting in tow.

They drove to a deserted spot before torching the painting. Jo couldn't help but take pleasure in the sight of the creepy family burning to ash. She was all too happy when Isaiah's face is burned away. Once the painting was completely destroyed, they drove back to the motel. To their surprise, Sam still hadn't returned from his date.

"Maybe Sammy's actually getting some." Dean ponders out loud.

"God, can you get your head out of the gutter for one moment?" Jo asks as she takes off her jacket.

"What? He might actually loosen up some now that he's getting laid." he replies.

"All men are the same," she rolls her eyes. "They think getting laid is the thing that will solve anything. Sex isn't the cure of cancer, Dean."

"Well it can cure a bitchy attitude."

She turns to him. "Are you saying that I have a bitchy attitude?"

Dean had gone to far to come back now. "What I'm saying is that maybe you should loosen up a bit."

"Oh so you want me to be like one of your little road whores?" she questions. "I tried that a few weeks ago only to have you shut me down."

"Because you aren't a whore for me to use, Jo." Dean says, loudly. "I'm not gonna sleep with you when you aren't in the right mind."

Jo grows quiet. That night that they had first kissed, she tried to get it to lead into something more. He had shut her down. This led into the icy air between them. She may do many things, but Jo Harvelle doesn't take rejection well.

"So what? Because I was a little upset, you thought that I was just going to use you to make you feel better?" she asks him.

He sat down on the bed with a heavy sigh. "I didn't want you to wake up the next morning, regretting anything."

Jo walks over to the bed. He wouldn't look at her, not even if she got on her knees in front of him. There was only one way to get him to look at her. She pushed his arms back, straddling his waist before he knew what hit him.

"You wouldn't have just been using me, Dean. I wanted you. I still want you. I've wanted you from the moment that I met you," she admits.