Supernatural, Jo/Dean. 30kisses #19
Lipstick Smudges
30 kisses theme 19, red.
Disclaimer: Not mine :)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She didn’t expect to want him so badly. Jo realized, at last, why the girls at school wore make-up. They painted their faces because they wanted to be seen-to stand out in the crowd.
Written for the 30kisses challenge
Jo was never one for wearing make-up. She’d never really seen the point. After all, who could she want to impress? Most of the men who tramped through the Roadhouse were at least a decade older than her. When Jo went away for college she thought the boys she met at school would be different-younger, cleaner, more innocent.
The boys at school would use salt for seasoning their food, not protection from demons. They wouldn’t know the proper way to throw a knife or how to aim a shotgun. They probably wouldn’t even believe in ghosts.
Jo wore make-up for the boys at school because they were new and exciting. She wore make-up because the other girls did and she was tired of being a freak with a knife collection. Sometimes Jo wondered if that was all she was-a freak, doomed to sit on the outside of normal society. The boys at college didn’t understand her and the girls just told her to stop talking about guns and focus on being “girly.”
It made Jo want to scream, but she didn’t see any other choice. She resigned herself to painting her lips with red and making her eyes appear smoky. She giggled at jokes that weren’t really funny and tucked her knife collection under her bed, telling herself to forget about it. It worked for a while-she started getting asked out to second and third dates and her classmates stopped whispering about her. For once she felt like a real teenager; making out in the back seat of a borrowed car as sloppy kisses fogged up the windows.
The only problem was that she wasn’t happy.
Jo started unconsciously comparing the boys she met with the men she already knew. Ash is funnier, she would think sourly as her new friends laughed at a dirty joke that wasn’t particularly dirty or amusing. Bobby is sweeter, she thought wistfully as one of her admirers clumsily complimented her new dress on their way into the restaurant.
In the end Jo realized that most of boys at school weren’t much different than the lecherous old hunters who passed through the Roadhouse. The only difference was that the boys at school used cheap vodka and the latest album by Lenny Kravits to get into her pants instead of a six-pack and Led Zeppelin.
Eventually Jo stopped wearing the make-up her roommate tried to foist on her. A week after that she stopped hiding her knives. After a month of pretending she fit in when she knew that she didn’t, Jo left school and moved back to the Roadhouse. Jo figured that she could handle hunters better than horny college boys. At least she could cheat the hunters out of their room money-college boys prefer beer pong to poker. She thought that she had everything figured out, but she couldn’t have predicted Dean Winchester.
Dean first came to the Roadhouse with his brother several months after she had left school. Her mother had sent them after a killer clown and that was that. She didn’t expect the two Winchesters to roll back into her life-especially not while she was having a loud, angry argument with her mother. How embarrassing.
She didn’t expect to want him so badly. She realized, at last, why the girls at school wore make-up. They painted their faces because they wanted to be seen-to stand out in the crowd. They painted their faces because someone made their heart beat just a little faster than normal, because they wanted to be held.
When Jo was packing her bag, intending to follow Sam and Dean to Philadelphia on a job, she found a slender tube of red lipstick hidden in the bottom of a drawer. She grinned and slipped it into her pocket.
30 kisses theme 19, red.
Disclaimer: Not mine :)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She didn’t expect to want him so badly. Jo realized, at last, why the girls at school wore make-up. They painted their faces because they wanted to be seen-to stand out in the crowd.
Written for the 30kisses challenge
Jo was never one for wearing make-up. She’d never really seen the point. After all, who could she want to impress? Most of the men who tramped through the Roadhouse were at least a decade older than her. When Jo went away for college she thought the boys she met at school would be different-younger, cleaner, more innocent.
The boys at school would use salt for seasoning their food, not protection from demons. They wouldn’t know the proper way to throw a knife or how to aim a shotgun. They probably wouldn’t even believe in ghosts.
Jo wore make-up for the boys at school because they were new and exciting. She wore make-up because the other girls did and she was tired of being a freak with a knife collection. Sometimes Jo wondered if that was all she was-a freak, doomed to sit on the outside of normal society. The boys at college didn’t understand her and the girls just told her to stop talking about guns and focus on being “girly.”
It made Jo want to scream, but she didn’t see any other choice. She resigned herself to painting her lips with red and making her eyes appear smoky. She giggled at jokes that weren’t really funny and tucked her knife collection under her bed, telling herself to forget about it. It worked for a while-she started getting asked out to second and third dates and her classmates stopped whispering about her. For once she felt like a real teenager; making out in the back seat of a borrowed car as sloppy kisses fogged up the windows.
The only problem was that she wasn’t happy.
Jo started unconsciously comparing the boys she met with the men she already knew. Ash is funnier, she would think sourly as her new friends laughed at a dirty joke that wasn’t particularly dirty or amusing. Bobby is sweeter, she thought wistfully as one of her admirers clumsily complimented her new dress on their way into the restaurant.
In the end Jo realized that most of boys at school weren’t much different than the lecherous old hunters who passed through the Roadhouse. The only difference was that the boys at school used cheap vodka and the latest album by Lenny Kravits to get into her pants instead of a six-pack and Led Zeppelin.
Eventually Jo stopped wearing the make-up her roommate tried to foist on her. A week after that she stopped hiding her knives. After a month of pretending she fit in when she knew that she didn’t, Jo left school and moved back to the Roadhouse. Jo figured that she could handle hunters better than horny college boys. At least she could cheat the hunters out of their room money-college boys prefer beer pong to poker. She thought that she had everything figured out, but she couldn’t have predicted Dean Winchester.
Dean first came to the Roadhouse with his brother several months after she had left school. Her mother had sent them after a killer clown and that was that. She didn’t expect the two Winchesters to roll back into her life-especially not while she was having a loud, angry argument with her mother. How embarrassing.
She didn’t expect to want him so badly. She realized, at last, why the girls at school wore make-up. They painted their faces because they wanted to be seen-to stand out in the crowd. They painted their faces because someone made their heart beat just a little faster than normal, because they wanted to be held.
When Jo was packing her bag, intending to follow Sam and Dean to Philadelphia on a job, she found a slender tube of red lipstick hidden in the bottom of a drawer. She grinned and slipped it into her pocket.