Dean Winchester

Dean Winchester: Dean had been driving for a bit and it was just time to take a break. He spotted the bar ahead, Sand Piper. Sounded familiar but his tired brain just wasn't registering as he got out and headed inside looking around as he headed to the bar. He was caustious for the most part and this was a new place and he was just casing the place a bit.

Jo Harvelle: "Case my place anymore, Winchester, and I'm liable to hurt you." Jo states looking over towards the door. Though she hadn't expected to see Dean ever again. But maybe... just maybe it was a nice change.

Dean Winchester: That voice snapped his attention and he turned to look right at Jo Harvelle and he perked a brow then. He had thought he wouldn't see hide nor hair of her a small smile touched his lips. "Well look if it isn't Jo. I was just getting a feel for my surroundings."

Jo Harvelle: "Mmhmm. You've been here before. No need to get a feel for it again." She says with a grin before setting a beer out for him.

Dean Winchester: "Times change never know." He went and sat down and took the beer and chuckled then. "You look good."

Jo Harvelle: She gives a slight shrug grabbing a beer for herself. "You don't look so bad yourself." She says with a grin.

Dean Winchester: "Actually I probably look like death warmed over." He chuckled some and shook his head at that then.

Jo Harvelle: "You do but you still look good either way."

Dean Winchester: He perked a brow and smirked a bit "Are you hitting on me Jo?" He chuckled and took a drink of his beer

Jo Harvelle: "And if I was?" She asks with a smirk of her own.

Dean Winchester: He chokes a bit and looks at her perking a brow "I'd say you were crazy."

Jo Harvelle: "And I'd say that I was already crazy to begin with."

Dean Winchester: "No arguing there from me." He smirked.

Jo Harvelle: "Of course not." She says shaking her head. "So what brings you to Minnesota?"

Dean Winchester: "Besides you'd deserve better then what I can give." He chuckled and shrugged. "Just driving through stopped for as much rest as I tend to get. Sitting somewhere for a bit."

Jo Harvelle: She raises a brow. "And who says I deserve better than what you can give?" Those brown eyes watch him a moment before she smirks and leans acrossed the bar counter. "That's for me to decide."

Dean Winchester: "Either way you get a year. That's it." He shrugged. "Why I said it."

Jo Harvelle: "Your point? We'd make the best of a year." She states. And when she wasn't making the best of it she'd be researching to keep his ass alive.

Dean Winchester: "While I was off hunting?" He perked a brow then.

Jo Harvelle: "You heard me, Winchester." Yeah, no backing out of this one.

Dean Winchester: "Okay what just happened here?" He chuckled then. "I made a deal with a crossroads demon cause Sammy died. I got a year because I'm me. If I try weaseling out of it, Sammy drops dead. I can't let that happen."

Jo Harvelle: "It's not going to happen. So shut up and drink your beer and relax a while."

Dean Winchester: He perked a brow then and smirked "When did you get so bossy?" He took a drink again watching her.

Jo Harvelle: "The day I left home." She states simply.

Dean Winchester: "I like it, Suits you." He finished his beer then.

Jo Harvelle: "And you'd know what suits me how?" She asks with a smirk.

Dean Winchester: "Just seems to do you well is all." He shrugged and smiled taking out his wallet. "I'm not entirely sure what suits you."

Jo Harvelle: "Put your wallet away, Dean."

Dean Winchester: He looked up at her then and puts it away "Yes Ma'am. So how are things going here for you?"

Jo Harvelle: "They're going alright. A mix of normal and not so normal. But it's good."

Dean Winchester: "I'm glad to hear it Jo." He smiled and and relaxed some and watched her "Guys lining up yet?"

Jo Harvelle: "Maybe those guys just aren't my thing."

Dean Winchester: "Have a specific type in mind?" He chuckled then and peeled at the label on the bottle a bit

Jo Harvelle: "Yeah, he's just not around much and is on the road a lot."

Dean Winchester: "Really? He come by at least?" He studied her then

Jo Harvelle: "No. He doesn't. Though he did pop up unexpectedly today."

Dean Winchester: "Maybe he'll do it again" He turned then and looked at her a smile on his lips

Jo Harvelle: "Kind of doubt it. Just like he sucks at calling when he says he will."

Dean Winchester: He smiled some then and shrugged some "Maybe he has a reason for not calling."

Jo Harvelle: "Hunting, his brother and being out on the road... not really a reason." She states. "But it doesn't really matter. He's here now."

Dean Winchester: "So what makes you so sure he'd leave and never be seen or heard from again?"

Jo Harvelle: "Because that's just how he works. And unless he's changed he'll do it all over again."

Dean Winchester: "Doesn't seem like a guy you should want to be with then."

Jo Harvelle: "Too bad. I do. Have since the first day I saw him."

Dean Winchester: "Really now?" He leaned back and smiled "Can I get another beer?"

Jo Harvelle: "Yeah, really." She says before grabbing another beer and putting it down in front of him.

Dean Winchester: "You should do something about theat then." He smiled and took the beer then and took a drink

Jo Harvelle: "You really think so?" She asks with a raised brow.

Dean Winchester: "That choice is up to you. Let him leave and see what happens or do something."

Jo Harvelle: She takes his beer from him and sits it down before sliding over the bar and right into his lap before kissing him good and hard. Hey, he did say she should do something about it so she is.

Dean Winchester: He watched her take his beer then his eyes were on her as she slid across the bar. When her lips met his he returned her kiss hard pulling her close. He did but he wasn't expecting her to do it.

Jo Harvelle: "How's that for doing something about it?" She asks quietly against those lips before kissing him again.

Dean Winchester: "Pretty damn good." He kissed her again then his fingers moving up into her hair then.

Jo Harvelle: "We should get you set up since you said you needed a place to rest."

Dean Winchester: "My resting is stopping for a drink anymore or something to eat then driving off."

Jo Harvelle: "Not this time it isn't."

Dean Winchester: He looked up at her then for the moment he wasn't going anywhere. He chuckled softly. "Oh?"

Jo Harvelle: "You heard me loud and clear."

Dean Winchester: "That I did Jo. I'll stay and rest for as long as you want." He smiled and finished his beer setting the empty bottle down. His one arm still wrapped around her.

Jo Harvelle: "And if that's forever, Winchester?" Forever meaning the whole year he was alive.

Dean Winchester: "Who'd hunt down the demons that got out of the gate?" His brow furrowed then thinking "When was the last time you talked to your mother?"

Jo Harvelle: "There are more hunters out there than you think. They can be the heroes for once." Then she makes a slight face. "What's my mother got to do with anything?"

Dean Winchester: "Just a question Jo." He smiled though at her words and relaxed some actually debating it.

Jo Harvelle: "I haven't talked to her since I left the Roadhouse and before you say anything I know what happened. Uncle Bobby told me." She states before laying her head down on his shoulder.

Dean Winchester: "Alright then just wanted to see if you knew." He watched her then as she rested her head on his shoulder. He smiled because it felt nice she could tell he was thinking.

Jo Harvelle: "You don't have to if you don't want to though. No one is going to force you into anything." She states not even looking up at him.

Dean Winchester: "You really want all this Jo? The only having a year?"

Jo Harvelle: "I really want it, Dean." It was something. Even if it was only for a year.

Dean Winchester: "Then you got me until the day I die. I might have to help wrangle up some of these demons. Though I want to stay here too, not sure what Sam is even going to think."

Jo Harvelle: "You boys need to leave this stupid shit to the other hunters for once. You boys did what you had to do. You got rid of the Yellow Eyed Demon." She says. "That was your thing. The other hunters can play wrangler for these new demons."

Dean Winchester: "It's our fault they are out. I got distracted and Bobby and your mother were left to try and keep it closed. But he was there. Though I almost died. I got help from someone I never thought."

Jo Harvelle: "Dean... you boys aren't heroes." She whispers. "And so what if it was your fault that those damn things are out. Doesn't mean you have a damn obligation to get rid of them."

Dean Winchester: "I saw my dad Jo. He was there. He grabbed him to throw him off so I could move. How I shot him. He didn't say anything but I could tell he was proud of us. Then he was gone but when he left it wasn't darkness around him but light." He kissed her head softly then and smiled "I'd never claim to be a hero."

Jo Harvelle: She kisses him before sliding off his lap. "Take your beer and head upstairs, get some rest. First door on your left. I've got a bar to lock up."

Dean Winchester: He returned the kiss and stood then finishing the beer off then set the bottle down. "Alright I'll be up there." He smiled and headed upstairs heading into the room and looked around before leaning back on the bed.

Jo Harvelle: Yeah... the room he's in is obviously lived in. Different things here and there. A shotgun leaning against the dresser. No mistaking who's room it was. So while he was up there she clears out the bar of its straglers and then cleans up.

Dean Winchester: He perked a brow as he takes note of everything noting that it was Jo's room. He looked around but didn't touch anything save the shot gun.

Jo Harvelle: "Trying to make sure its loaded?" She asks. Yeah... shotgun near the bed, loaded... windows and doors salted. After all, she knows what to do. She grew up in a bar full of hunters and her dad had been one as well. She walks over to the bed and pulls the knife out from somewhere behind her and puts it under her pillow.

Dean Winchester: He looked to her and smiled then chuckling softly "You know me too well Jo I swear."

Jo Harvelle: "It's loaded, doors and windows are salted. So you don't need to check."

Dean Winchester: "Old habits Jo." He smiled and sat on the bed looking around. "Nice little room."

Jo Harvelle: She shrugs a bit. "It works."

Dean Winchester: "It's a bed you can sleep in" He watched her and then pulled her down next to him

Jo Harvelle: "Alright, Winchester, you can have me in bed after I take my shower." She grins. "Not while I smell like the damn bar, beer and I don't want to know what else."

Dean Winchester: He laughed at that and looked down at himself "I'll have to get a shower myself later. I smell just like...me and burgers." He smirked.

Jo Harvelle: She gets up before pulling him up with her. "Might as well kill two birds with one stone."

Dean Winchester: He blinked and stood with her smiling then and smirks. "Water conservation?"

Jo Harvelle: "Something like that." She smirks leading him off into the bathroom, shutting the door behind them. "Alright, you, strip." She says pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it aside.

Dean Winchester: He watched her a moment then pulled his shirt off tossing it aside before slipping boots off and removed his jeans

Jo Harvelle: Shoes, socks... pants. It all comes off and gets thrown over by her shirt. Still in bra and panties she leans over and turns the water on adjusting the temperature of it.

Dean Winchester: He kissed her bare shoulder then leans back against the wall just his boxers left.

Jo Harvelle: Those brown eyes look towards him a moment before she goes over and kisses him and then strips completely and then turning it to shower and stepping under the nice hot water.

Dean Winchester: He returned the kiss and watched her as she stripped completely and slipped out of his boxers and moved behind her in the shower pulling her close then.

Jo Harvelle: She leans back against him a bit. This definitely wasn't where she'd of pictured herself the day before. Then again she hadn't expected Dean Winchester to step foot into her bar again either.

Dean Winchester: He kissed along her shoulders gently his hands resting gently against her stomach. Dean wouldn't of pictured this either, but he didn't expect Jo to want him as she did. He was enjoying it even if he felt she deserved more then a year but deals were deals.

Jo Harvelle: "What's on your mind?" She asks turning around in his arms and kisses him.

Dean Winchester: He returns the kiss and smiled leaning back against the shower wall then looking to her. "Wouldn't have imagined being here with you, but I like it. Though I feel bad because all you get is a year."

Jo Harvelle: She puts a finger to his lips before kissing him again. "We'll make the best of it."

Dean Winchester: He pulled her body against his then deepening the kiss letting his hands roam along her back as he nipped her lower lip.

Jo Harvelle: She gives a moan into the kiss and runs her nails lightly along the back of his neck and up through his short hair.

Dean Winchester: He shivered at the contact of her nails against his skin as he kissed her harder then lifting her into his arms to hold her closer.

Jo Harvelle: Damn that Winchester. But those legs wrap around his waist when he lifts her up. And those nails run along the back of his neck again, a moan slipping into that kiss as she kisses him back.

Dean Winchester: He groaned softly against her lips feeling her nails again and her legs wrap around him he shivered as he kissed her harder then.

Jo Harvelle: "Trying to devour me, Dean?" She asks deepening that kiss, only pulling away when she knew they both had to breathe.

Dean Winchester: "And if I am?" He nuzzled into her neck then and nipped gently.

Jo Harvelle: "Then I'm not going to object to it." She says leaning her head back a bit to give him better access to her throat.

Dean Winchester: He nit down gently right where her neck and shoulder met tugging playfully as his hands ran along her back again. "Good because I'd hate to have to stop the kissing."

Jo Harvelle: She gives a slight shiver under his touch. "And we just can't have that."

Dean Winchester: "Mmm no we can't" He bit down harder then before releasing the skin and kissed along her throat.

Jo Harvelle: "Trying to leave a mark there?" She asks with a smirk. They'd come in there to clean up and now look at 'em.

Dean Winchester: "I might be." He smirked against her neck she could almost tell then he looked at her smiling. "I'll put you down."

Jo Harvelle: "You might be?" She asks and in order to put her down he'd have to get her from being hooked around him.

Dean Winchester: "Not wanting down Jo?" He smiled then and kissed her softly. "I may have been trying."

Jo Harvelle: She kisses him back. "You could say that."

Dean Winchester: "Why not?" He presses her back against the shower wall then pressing against her.

Jo Harvelle: "Because I don't want down." She states simply giving a moan when he presses against her. Damn...

Dean Winchester: He teasingly rolled his hips against hers and he captured her lips kissing her good and hard.

Jo Harvelle: That gets a whimpered moan before she kisses him back just as hard, deepening the kiss.

Dean Winchester: He deepened the kiss then his hands gripping her hips his nails raking the skin teasingly breaking the kiss then nuzzling into her neck. "What are you wanting right now?"

Jo Harvelle: She kisses him back and oh she wanted to smack him. Damn Winchesters. Those nails dig a bit deeper and one set run down to the base of his neck and down his upper back. "You, Dean."

Dean Winchester: "You already have me." He nipped at her neck oh he was a bit of a tease he knew it.

Jo Harvelle: "Quit teasing, Winchester, before I hurt you." She growls.

Dean Winchester: He shivered liking the growl and smirked nipping at her neck pressing against her hard suddenly.

Jo Harvelle: She gives a moan and those nails rake down his back and lower neck just a tad bit harder, her head tilted back some to give him better access to her throat.

Dean Winchester: He bit her throat harder sucking softly at the skin lifting her letting her slide down onto him slowly.

Jo Harvelle: She gives a moan and, yeah, probably a good thing they still had water cascading down over them. Probably made this a whole hell of a lot easier. But those nails slide down over his shoulders and then down along his back, her body pressing against his.

Dean Winchester: He just holds her there for a moment letting the water wash over them kissing her lips then holding her gently.

Jo Harvelle: She kisses him back. Now see... if they'd been at the Roadhouse... had it still stood her mother would've skinned them both alive.

Dean Winchester: The thought has crossed Dean's mind. He nipped her lower lip as he began moving into her.

Jo Harvelle: She nips his lower lip before kissing him good and hard.

Dean Winchester: After a good long amount of time, any hot water was now cold he rested there a moment and kissed her as he slowly let her down holding onto her until she got steady on the wet shower floor.

Jo Harvelle: Yeah... steady wasn't exactly part of her body at the moment. But once she is steady enough she reaches over and turns that damn cold water off because holy hell..

Dean Winchester: He chuckled and went and grabbed her a towel and gently wrapped it around her before grabbing one for himself. He stroked her cheek softly then and stepped out.

Jo Harvelle: "Get dirty to get clean?" She asks with a slight smirk stepping out.

Dean Winchester: He laughed and looked at her "Seemed to work out that way. Wasn't my intention."

Jo Harvelle: She gives a slight laugh before simply throwing on a pair of clean panties and a t-shirt. Hey, she's not going to change how she sleeps just because Dean was there.

Dean Winchester: He went to his bag he'd have to get more stuff out of his car. He pulled on a pair of boxers then looked at her. "My car is alright out there right?"

Jo Harvelle: "Your car is fine out there."

Dean Winchester: "Alright long as she's good." He looked at her then and smiled kissing her then. "I'm sticking around by the way."

Jo Harvelle: She kisses him back and smiles. "You should warn your brother then."

Dean Winchester: "I should do that shouldn't I? Least see what he has planned too." He smiled then

Jo Harvelle: She grins and gives a nod. "You should."

Dean Winchester: "I will soon." He looked at the time. "He might be resting if he's smart."

Jo Harvelle: "Maybe. Never know with Sam."

Dean Winchester: "I'll call and leave a message if he answers he answers." He chuckled grabbing his phone dialing Sam's number to leave a voice mail.

Jo Harvelle: And yeah... there's no answer on Sam's end. He gets the voice mail.

Dean Winchester: He leaves a message telling him to call it was important and that he better be sleeping or he'd kick his ass. Dean the hypocrite on that one. He hung up then. "Voice mail." He smiled.

Jo Harvelle: "Alright. Let's get you to bed."

Dean Winchester: "I don't sleep." He smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Jo Harvelle: "You're going to."

Dean Winchester: He perked a brow at her.

Jo Harvelle: "Even if I have to knock your ass out."

Dean Winchester: He scooted onto the bed and laid down pulling her down with. "I'll try Jo."

Jo Harvelle: She wraps an arm around him and curls up against him. "You'll sleep or we'll both be laying here and neither of us will get any sleep."

Dean Winchester: "You Harvelles. Stubborn." He smirked.

Jo Harvelle: "You wouldn't have me any other way, Winchester."

Dean Winchester: That made him smile and he kissed her softly then. "You got me there Harvelle." He wrapped an arm around her then as she rested against him. He was obviously beat but was used to driving, and lots of coffee.

Jo Harvelle: "Close your eyes and try to sleep." She whispers, her own brown eyes closing as she snuggles into him.

Dean Winchester: "Yes Ma'am" He chuckled then and kissed her gently letting his eyes close. It's take a good hour or two but he does finally fall asleep.