Bedtime Conversations (PG-13)
Title: Bedtime Conversations
Author: silentga
Pairing/Character: Dean/Jo
Word Count: 1, 234
Rating: PG-13, just for a few curse words though
Summary: A missing scene from the night before the events of Abandon All Hope.
Spoilers: Er. none really, maybe the 1st 15 mins of Abandon All Hope?
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: It's Kripke's, if it was mine, AAH would have happened a lot differently.
Notes: This is my first foray into Dean/Jo fic so any criticisms/notes on it would be very muchly welcomed! A HUGE, HUGE, HUGE thank you to an amazing beta karate0kat who helped so much! I hope you enjoy. Feedback would be lovely!
Early Evening
He felt her hands graze the back of his scalp, her nails softly scraping through his short hair, her fingers trailing along his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in towards her lips, waiting to kiss her like he should have 3 years ago, his mind running wild at the thought of being so close. Then all of a sudden he couldn’t feel her breath on his face and he opened his eyes in disbelief while she smirked. The smirk reminded him of himself and his face fell.
“No…Sweetheart, if this is our last night on earth, then I’m gonna spend it with a little thing I call self respect.” She laughed at him as she turned and walked away, allowing herself a small smile since she was probably the first and last woman to turn down Dean Winchester. She heard him mutter ‘if you’re into that sort of thing’ from somewhere behind and her smile turned into a mischievous grin.
He watched her walk away, his mind trying to process what had just happened. Jo Harvelle, the girl who had wanted him, had just flat out cock blocked him. He laughed and felt a little proud that she wasn’t falling for his lines. It surprised him, though, how disappointed he was. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that no one had turned him down before or the fact it was Jo. He shook himself and tried to get his thoughts back in order, and decided that the drink idea he suggested not two minutes ago was the way to go. He strolled over to the collective mess he called a family and broke in.
“Hey Ellen, quit playing with Cas and start playing with a real man.” He smirked as he seated himself, watching Cas count the used shot glasses. He’d ended up next to Jo, knocking his knee with hers, and she smiled up at him as she clinked her bottle neck against his. He noticed Ellen give Jo a sly smile while placing a shot glass in front of him; Jo just shook her head at her Mom in response. He caught Sam out of the corner of his eye, leaning against the doorframe watching the goings on with a mild amusement. He saw Bobby looking in a drawer, rooting around while muttering under his breath something that sounded like ‘idjits’. After scanning the room again, he thought that if this was his last night on earth, there wasn’t really a better way to spend it.
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Midnight
He lay on the bed, arms folded behind his neck, running through scenarios of what could go down tomorrow and what could happen if they pulled it off. Jo flickered through his mind briefly and he chuckled, turning on his side. He was just drifting when he heard a slight tap on the door and a whisper.
“Dean?”
“Jo?” Dean asked, startled, wondering why she was walking around at midnight, and in his room of all places.
“Yeah…I…um, couldn’t sleep. My mind’s too busy,” she said as she padded softly to the edge of his bed.
He shifted over to let her sit next to him. After a few minutes of companionable silence he cleared his throat.
“So, decided that self respect wasn’t really your thing?” he asked hopefully. She slapped his chest.
“Very funny Dean,” she responded, a small smile pulling on her lips. “It’s still my thing, don’t worry.”
“That’s a shame. Didn’t you listen to Cas?” he said with a grin. “It really could be our last night on earth.”
He felt her stiffen next to him, her arms wrapping around herself.
“Jo…what’s the matter? You’re not scared, are you?” he tried to tease.
“No, no, of course I’m not scared,” she responded, her voice tight and false.
“It’s okay if you are, you know. This is some big demon shit. Hell it’s Lucifer, the very biggest of the bad. We gotta go for it. Even if it’s only a slim shot, we gotta take it.” He nudged her side with his elbow.
“I know we do, it’s just…” she sighed as she slid down properly so that she lay out flat next to him. “I just wish it was different. When I was at school and I’d see the girls there just hanging out and talking about the movie they saw the night before that scared them, I’d think, really? You’re scared of that?” She chuckled solemnly, as did he. “I love being a hunter, I do.” She rolled onto her side as she talked, facing him. “I just wish that…I could have been a bit more carefree…you know, done something reckless…” She laughed. “I don’t even know what I’m saying, this demon shit really screws with your thought processes.”
She looked at him, lying on his back with his hands still tucked behind his neck, his lips pulled into a small smile at her rambling.
“What do you wish you’d done, Dean? If you hadn’t been a hunter, what would you want from your life?” she asked while absent mindedly tapping his chest with her hand. He looked at her hand, then over at her face waiting patiently for his response. He shifted himself so that he too was on his side facing her. His hand reached down and trapped hers against his chest; she blushed lightly and he chuckled.
“I’d have liked a family. You know, white picket fence, two kids, the whole shebang. That’s what I’d want if we weren’t doing this, but pipe dream and all that.” He rolled his eyes.
“A family? Really?” Jo said in surprise. “Huh.”
“Yeah, well, me and Sammy didn’t exactly have a normal upbringing. It would’ve been nice, that’s all.” He shrugged.
“You continue to surprise me, Dean Winchester. That’s the last thing I would have expected you to say.”
“So what did you think I was going to say, Joanna Harvelle?” he said, mocking the way she had said his name. She laughed and pulled herself closer to him.
“Oh I don’t know, fast cars, women, the ultimate playboy?”
He smirked and dropped the hand that was covering hers, throwing it across her waist and pulling her flush against him, the top of head resting just under his chin.
“Uh, Dean, we had this conversation,” Jo mumbled even as she wrapped her arms around his waist, her legs mixing with his.
“Yeah, I know,” he replied before kissing her forehead. He heard her sigh and she tilted her head up to him.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“Don’t be.”
He nodded, kissed it again and let her head fall back into the crook of his neck.
“I’ll do all that I can to keep you safe tomorrow, I promise, Jo,” he said earnestly into her hair.
“I know, Dean. I know.” She yawned and started to pull away. “I should get back to bed.”
“Don’t…stay with me,” he pleaded, his arm fiercely locked round her waist.
She looked at him, a different Dean, a softer Dean, a pleading Dean. She nodded and nestled back into his arms.
He sighed and looked down at her small frame laying his arms, hearing her breathing level out as she began to fall into slumber. His thoughts drifted to what they would face in the morning and what life could be like after they all got through it.