Supernatural, Jo/Dean - Not a Knight in Shining Armor
"Not a Knight in Shining Armor"
Disclaimer: Not mine :)
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Set during No Exit-Dean knows he has to get Jo back from the spirit of H. H. Holmes.
“Oh God…” Jo’s voice was thin over the phone; with a jolt Dean realized she was scared.
“What is it? Jo? Jo!” Her scream told him everything he needed to know. That sick fuck, H. H. Holmes or whoever he was, had taken her. Dean’s heart started to beat faster when he remembered that they still had no idea where he was keeping his victims.
The first thought that crossed Dean’s mind was “Ellen’s going to kill me.” Then he remembered the grin on Jo’s face when he lied to her mother and the vulnerable look in her eyes when she talked about her father.
His next thought was “I have to get her back.”
Dean could never be confused with a knight in shining armor. He wasn’t Prince Charming or Prince Valiant. He was just a twisted man-a hunter, like his father. Dean told himself he had to find Jo because of the raw pain he heard in Ellen’s voice when she found out that he had lost her only daughter. He told himself it was because Jo was a member of his team, for this job at least, and he couldn’t leave her behind.
He told himself that it had nothing to do with the way Jo’s hips seemed to be made to fit his hands or the way her kissable lips curved when she teased him. It had nothing to do with the sexy ferocity he saw in her eyes when she told him that she was a little twisted, just like him.
Dean tried to concentrate on the job, as if Jo were any other victim taken by any other spirit, but all he could think about is how scared she must be. He knew it had been a bad idea to allow her to tag along. He should have sent her ass packing as soon as she showed up in Philadelphia and he never should have lied to her mother.
The problem was that sometimes Dean had a hard time remembering that, despite her eagerness and determination, Jo was an amateur. She was about as useful on a hunt as shooting rock salt at an angry bear.
Sam didn’t understand the importance. They’d get Jo back-it was what they did. He didn’t share Dean’s sense of urgency or his mind-numbing worry. He wanted to save Jo, but more than that he wanted to stop the spirit from killing more girls. Dean just wanted to find Jo, to tell her that she was safe and that everything would be all right.
They scoured the sewers for half an hour before they found the hidden web of tunnels the spirit was using to hide his victims. Sam wanted to wait, to pause, to scope out the surroundings and form a game plan, but Dean just shot the spirit and burst through the door.
“Jo?” Dean called, trying not to wonder whether they were too late to save her.
The relief was evident in her voice as she called out to him. “I’m here!”
Disclaimer: Not mine :)
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Set during No Exit-Dean knows he has to get Jo back from the spirit of H. H. Holmes.
“Oh God…” Jo’s voice was thin over the phone; with a jolt Dean realized she was scared.
“What is it? Jo? Jo!” Her scream told him everything he needed to know. That sick fuck, H. H. Holmes or whoever he was, had taken her. Dean’s heart started to beat faster when he remembered that they still had no idea where he was keeping his victims.
The first thought that crossed Dean’s mind was “Ellen’s going to kill me.” Then he remembered the grin on Jo’s face when he lied to her mother and the vulnerable look in her eyes when she talked about her father.
His next thought was “I have to get her back.”
Dean could never be confused with a knight in shining armor. He wasn’t Prince Charming or Prince Valiant. He was just a twisted man-a hunter, like his father. Dean told himself he had to find Jo because of the raw pain he heard in Ellen’s voice when she found out that he had lost her only daughter. He told himself it was because Jo was a member of his team, for this job at least, and he couldn’t leave her behind.
He told himself that it had nothing to do with the way Jo’s hips seemed to be made to fit his hands or the way her kissable lips curved when she teased him. It had nothing to do with the sexy ferocity he saw in her eyes when she told him that she was a little twisted, just like him.
Dean tried to concentrate on the job, as if Jo were any other victim taken by any other spirit, but all he could think about is how scared she must be. He knew it had been a bad idea to allow her to tag along. He should have sent her ass packing as soon as she showed up in Philadelphia and he never should have lied to her mother.
The problem was that sometimes Dean had a hard time remembering that, despite her eagerness and determination, Jo was an amateur. She was about as useful on a hunt as shooting rock salt at an angry bear.
Sam didn’t understand the importance. They’d get Jo back-it was what they did. He didn’t share Dean’s sense of urgency or his mind-numbing worry. He wanted to save Jo, but more than that he wanted to stop the spirit from killing more girls. Dean just wanted to find Jo, to tell her that she was safe and that everything would be all right.
They scoured the sewers for half an hour before they found the hidden web of tunnels the spirit was using to hide his victims. Sam wanted to wait, to pause, to scope out the surroundings and form a game plan, but Dean just shot the spirit and burst through the door.
“Jo?” Dean called, trying not to wonder whether they were too late to save her.
The relief was evident in her voice as she called out to him. “I’m here!”