And this is chapter... I don't know, I've lost count but enjoy =D

The soft mewing came first from the room in which Jo slept then it echoed into the living room. Sam glanced up, his body sleep-deprived and his brain fuzzy. Deep, dark rings rimmed his eyes and he yawned with a stretch of his arms.

Before he could react, the tiny kitten jumped for his lap and instead hit his leg. Lucifer dug his claws in and clambered the last few centimetres up Sam's leg; conquering the climb to his lap. Turning his ginger face up to the hunter, Lucifer let out a tiny meow and dug his claws in softly, warranting the man's attention.

With a small smile, Sam scooped up Lucifer and took him to the kitchen, spooning out a tin of tuna into the kitten's bowl. Lucifer took to the food greedily and messily, his tiny body quivering with delightfulness.

Tiredness washed over Sam as he watched the kitten and before he knew it, he was on the couch in the living room and fast asleep.

Brown eyes opened sleepily and sluggishly as Jo began to awaken. Lucifer was curled at her side, purring contentedly and gently kneading her shirt. His claws pressed into the bandage encircling her waist before pulling away, leaving behind only a slight prickling pain.

With a sigh, Joanna sat up, sliding Lucifer into her abandoned place so he stayed warm. The kitten mewed softly before rolling over and going back to a deep sleep. Her feet tapped the floor and Jo inched her way to the living room; coming upon Sam splayed over the couch, his hand dusting the floor.

Jo grinned and shook her head, taking care to cover him with a patched blanket. Glancing around the otherwise empty cabin, Jo went to the front door and took one of Sam's overlarge coats down from the hook. It swamped her small body, the sleeves reaching well past her hands and the bottom lip went to mid-thigh. But it was warm and biting her lower lip, Jo stepped out of the cabin into the chilling wind.

Through the trees the sun was stretching its golden fingers; waking up slowly to the morning. Birds were singing and animals were waking with the dawn. It was a beautiful sight to behold but Jo merely glanced around before walking off the front porch and down the beaten track.

Her thoughts wandered and she hugged the coat to her slim body, stealing warmth from it. Behind her, the front door of the cabin creaked against its frame, swaying open slightly only to swing back with a small knock.

Her slow, languid steps took Jo out of sight of the cabin and she breathed out, watching her breath form mist in the freezing air.

And then she heard the footsteps to her left. She turned quickly, peering through the dim trees, trying to see anything with the struggling sun at her side. A shadow moved; too large for any animal that dared to roam the forest. The feet that pressed to the ground belonged to a tall creature and from the pattern, Jo knew it was a human; she could even recognise the sound of those footsteps.

Smirk swinging into place, Dean Winchester stepped out from the boundary of the trees. Jo took a step back, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "How did you find me?" Her voice was hesitant at first but she swallowed that nasty fear and went onto a stronger pitch.

Dean's voice never wavered and neither did that smirk as he replied, "Wasn't that hard. You two are so obvious; anyone would think you wanted me to find you and slit your pretty throat." His smirk turned cocky and Jo nearly raised her hand to her throat but instead clung tighter to Sam's coat, cursing her foolishness for not bringing her gun.

With his eyebrow raised, Dean vanished and Jo made to spin around only to be stopped when she sensed the presence at her back. The demon pressed up against her and his breath was brushing her windswept, messy hair over her shoulder, licking at her neck and chilling her skin.

"What's this?" Dean whispered against the shell of her ear as his hand lazily felt the bandage through her shirt. Jo's breath came up short and she closed her eyes, wanting to turn around or run but her feet stayed planted to the ground.

That hand lifted up the edge of her shirt and Dean was tugging away the gauze bandage, peeling away the Band-Aid to reveal her tattoo. He nearly hissed with disgust when he saw the anti-possession sigil. Jo, her fight or flight ready to make the decision for her, tried to pull away but Dean snaked his hand up into her hair and kept her still.

Her head was pulled back sharply onto his shoulder and Jo could see his face from the angle; it was angry yet smug at the same time. With the bandage fluttering around her feet, Jo grimly reached her hand up to pry Dean's hand from her tresses. His grip was like iron.

"This won't protect you, School Girl," Dean grinned and put his free hand over the tattoo, digging his fingers into Jo's skin with a searing pain. "Don't," Jo warned, trying to dissuade him from burning the ink from her flesh but he pressed forward and she could feel the heat building in his hand.

It was gradual but not unpleasant and Jo kept trying to take his hand from her golden hair. Then the heat stopped and she could see as well as sense Dean's frown. "This usually works," He muttered, eyebrows furrowed as he tried again; this time his hand was hot for a second before going back to its neutral cool.

Joanna, the gears whirring in her head at top speed, put on a brave face. "You'll never burn it off." Her voice was so condescending and fierce that it rang true even when she had the feeling it was anything but.

"Oh? And why's that?" That voice, it was growling against her neck, tickling the sensitive skin there but Jo dared not laugh. "Special something Sam cooked up," She whispered back, breathily and hoping the lie payed off, "Stops you from using your magic burning." She smiled against the pain of her scalp as Dean pulled her hair tauter.

"We'll see about that," He promised and using his hand he spun Jo around. His fanfiction green eyes stared down at Jo and his free hand brushed her hair from her face as he leaned in next to her ear. "Run along School Girl; I'll see you around." And loosening his hold in her hair, Dean pressed his lips to Jo's cheek in what could have been considered a chaste kiss before he vanished.

Stumbling back, Jo nearly fell from the loss of contact and she breathed in deeply, her eyes shut tight. A soft mewing brought them racing back open as Lucifer came trotting down the road towards her. His ginger fur glistened in the morning light as if he were a tiny angel; but even the prettiest objects can be a disguise she thought with a hand lightly touching her cheek so Joanna bundled him into her coat and began the long walk back to the cabin.

So did you like it? Dean's creepy isn't he? And an Assbutt.. He's a creepy Assbutt. Well, stay tuned for the next chapter which will hopefully be showing a bit of Dean without Jo and Sam around. Also bringing in another character. =D