Chapter 1;

Jo had met Dean in a bar. She swore on her life that she wouldn't fall in love, but she couldn't help it. She did it. She fell more and more in love with Dean Winchester each day she saw him. She couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same way about her the way she did for him.
The day they met in the bar, it was particularly empty. There were only three other people in there with them. They sat in the stools next to each at the bar. Instantly, the pick up lines were falling from his mouth and she fell for each one, adoring the way they hooked into her and pulled her closer to him, reeling her in like a fish on a hook.

But she didn't care. She didn't care what he did because it seemed that she loved every thing he did. To her, every single thing about him was interesting, and they seemed to mesh together perfectly, the conversation never ceasing for a single second.

She leaned on the bar, listening to him intently as he spoke.
"Will I see you again?"
"I don't know. Do you want to?"
"Well, I wouldn't hate it."
"I'll see... Maybe I'll stop by and visit. In the mean time though, have my number." He looked at her with vibrant, hopeful eyes for a split second before taking a piece of a napkin and scrawling his number onto it, sliding it into her hand, whilst she gave him his.
"I look forward to your call. I guess you better head off- got better things to do other than sit here and talk with me." She mumbled, her hands tapping awkwardly on the empty beer bottle.
"I'd love to stay. Honestly. But I can't. I have somewhere to be."
Jo just nodded in understanding and waved him off before returning to her bedroom, sulking. Her eyes bore into her cell phone, almost like she was going to burn a hole in it with her high hopes and expectations that he would actually call.

And he did.

An hour or so later, he did call her. He did want to talk to her after all! Her face lit up like a child at Christmas and she sat there for two hours, talking to him on the phone, the smug grin on her face not disappearing for a second.

"Hey, Joanna? Will you be interested in going on a date with me next week? Saturday, maybe?" He asked, his voice seemingly innocent and pure.

Jo was more excited than ever, her heart skipping a nervous beat. "I'd love to. Pick me up at eight, lover boy." She added, just for a teasing affect. The call ended with a laugh from both sides and then they both went to sleep, dreaming of positivity and most likely each other.

The next day, the date happened. Jo would be pacing her bedroom, panicking about how it was going to go. She even went through the struggle of waking up early to make sure everything was ready. Packing a small bag, money, phone, keys... Double checking it, making sure she had everything. She did this at least twice an hour. Jo trashed her room, throwing plaid shirts and ripped jeans all over her floor. She looked at the dresses she had in disgust. Until she found a pretty little black one. Pleased with herself, she threw it on, spending hours making sure she got her hair and make up just right, which took a while. Reason being she had incredibly shaky hands, the frustration building up. At times, she was ready to just give up and forget about this date. But she didn't; because she was determined and had wanted to go on this date with him for ages! Now she had got her chance, she wasn't throwing it away.

Unlike Joanna, Dean didn't spend nearly as much time. He shoved everything he needed into his jean pockets. Jeans... Worn, jeans. Clearly he didn't want to make much of an impression like Jo did. However, he did shower, shave, put on cologne and spend ages trying to get his hair right. It was somewhat adorable, the way he made sure he looked good. Maybe it was just him being vain, though.

He left early to buy her a single rose, thinking it would leave a good impression on her. Then, getting into his impala, he drove over to her house. He took a deep breath, gazed into the mirror nervously and got out, making his way to the front door, rose in hand. Raising his free hand, he knocked gently on the door, waiting patiently.

Jo heard the knock and her heart fluttered, skipping a beat nervously. She took a deep breath.
My time to shine.
She then got up, making her way carefully downstairs in a pair of heels that she had never worn in her life. In fact; she had never worn heels before.
She had to practice for a few hours on how to walk in heels before the date.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she bit her lip nervously, fluffed her hair and flattened her dress and then opened the door.

Damn.
Both agreed with that thought mentally, each person gazing over each other intently, a soft smile on their faces.
It was evident, that despite Dean being dressed down, she fell head over heels for his amazing looks. She blushed under his gaze and fixed herself, chuckling sheepishly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Dean looked over her, eyes scanning her curiously. She was stunning, and felt too under-dressed compared to her. He couldn't even speak. His words became jumbled, he was a stammering mess before her. His breath caught in his throat and instead, he just snapped his mouth shut, and thrust the rose towards her in the most unromantic manner.
Jo didn't mind.
Not at all.
Instead, she just gave a very childish chuckle and took the rose. As their hands touched, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek as a thank you. Dean grinned confidently and held out his arm to her. Politely, she took it and they walked out of the door together.

They drove in silence; both nervous wrecks. Neither of the two knew how to start a conversation. Very unlike Dean. Dean was generally bubbling with things to say, trying to flirt with her and talk to her in an attempt to make her like him even more. Not this time though. He was too nervous to open his mouth, in case he said something wrong. His hands clutched the wheel, knuckles white.

"Calm down; I don't bite, y'know." Jo finally said, her voice a soft, calming whisper.
"I know. I'm sorry." Instantly, upon hearing her honey-like voice, he relaxed and drove calmly to their date destination.

The date was successful. Both had a great time, enjoyed their meal. Jokes were made and laughter was to be heard. After about ten minutes of the date, they finally opened up to each other more, both making casual conversation and flirting with each other in the most teenage fashion. It was sweet and innocent.

Dean drove her back home. He turned off the engine outside her house and gazed over at it, the lights on. Obviously, her mom was waiting up for her to return. Most likely pacing, ready to plan her 'I'm ashamed of you'speech. But she didn't need to. He got her home ten minutes before curfew. He wanted to make a lasting good impression. They sat together in the impala for a few minutes, talking and making small jokes.
"Thank you for tonight, Dean. I really liked it." Jo told him, her gaze meeting his.
"No, thank you. I had a great time. Most fun I've ever had, really." He confessed.
"I can say the same. I guess I better go now." She sighed, somewhat disappointed that she had to leave and return to her home. If she had her way, if she wasn't too afraid to rebel, she would stay out all night with him, doing whatever they wanted. Maybe even go on an adventure together... but she didn't. Because she was afraid.

When she was ready to get out of the car and open the door, Dean rested his hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him.
And in that small, quick moment... He kissed her. Her lips were soft, gentle. As were his...

She smiled and he returned the fond smile. "See you tomorrow."
"Yeah, see you..." She muttered, in a confused daze. She waved him goodbye and she was back home again.

And he was gone.

The night was over.

And after that one night, their relationship blossomed into something more than just friends. He took her to places she had never been before, and she loved every single date they went on together. Before she knew it... They were falling more and more in love with each other.

That's all it took.

That's all it took for their relationship to become something beautiful, something real.

Love.