iwillshootyou (iwillshootyou) wrote in borderscenes, @ 2014-06-03 14:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester |
WHO: Jo Harvelle & Dean Winchester
WHERE: Jo’s Apartment
WHEN: June 1, Evening
WHAT: Visiting/Hanging out
RATING: R [Mentions of Sexy Time but no real Sexy Times]
STATUS: log; complete
Dean still had been preoccupied with everything that happened since the last time he had visited Jo. The events that had occurred and what have you. Not that he objected to it but part of him just wanted more of it. And if his recollection was correct, Jo should be home by now so Dean figured he could surprise her with a visit. Once he found where her apartment was (too far away if you asked him), he headed down there and rapped on the door, awaiting her response. And if she didn’t answer, well Dean was sure he had other ways he could get in. Jo was home and feeling a ton better. Claire had come through, and hadn't screwed her over. In fact Jo liked to think she'd made a friend in the process. The one thing Claire couldn't take from her though were the nightmares, so the first night or so Jo hasn't really slept. So when she answered the door she looked tired but a hundred times better than when she was in the hospital. When she saw it was Dean she broke into a smile. "Hey you, come in!" She's side stepped to allow him room to walk inside. "I was just making something to eat, you hungry?" Silly question, since when was Dean not hungry? Dean was glad that Jo was feeling better and it was reason for him to see her. Then again, when did Dean need a reason to see her especially since they were all stuck together in wherever they were. But he was glad to see that smile of hers as he did step foot in the apartment and then she asked if he wanted to eat. Words to Dean’s ears. “Of course I’d love something to eat, then again I am fond the food that was Harvelle’s Roadhouse.” Hopefully the food Jo would make would pale in comparison in regards to that. She gave him a smile. “Momma and I made sure to feed everyone well, after all, we wanted ya’ll to keep coming” she winked at him and shoo’d him towards a kitchen table. There was the smell of roasting chicken, baked potatoes and was that pie baking in the oven with the chicken? Why it just might be. “I’ll certainly try to keep up the positive reviews here. I miss the Roadhouse.” she said as an after thought. Then another smile as she pushed her hair out of her eyes. “I’m glad you’re here, Dean. I really am.” she smiled her sweet smile at him. “Well, you always did a good job at making sure I would come back,” he told her. Then again, Dean had many reasons as to why he would come back to Harvelle’s Roadhouse, besides the cooking. The music and staff were also nice perks too. “I’m sure that you’ll do an excellent job since everything smells delicious, especially that pie,” and really Dean couldn’t say no to pie. Or Jo’s cooking so he was sure that he’d give her plenty of positive reviews as well. “Well, I’m glad that you’re here as well.” She laughed at that and shook her head. “You came back even though I kept telling you no.” which wasn’t quite true but it was fun to pick on him. She’d only really told him no once. “I’m also impressed you came back despite my initial greeting of you with a shot gun to the face.” Jo’s smile lit the kitchen as she pulled the food out, resting the pie on a rack to cool. “And it’s a homemade pie, not one of those gotten from a store things.” she rolled her eyes. That was crap. “I’ve got beer, you want one?” “What can I say? I can’t take no for an answer,” Dean told her. It made the chase even better if you asked him. And really he was fond of Jo’s initial greeting. “You just made a good first impression and how can I say no to a shotgun to my face.” Dean had dealt with worse. Far worse. But the smell of the pie wafted through the air. “Should I dare ask what kind of pie that is,” he inquired, glad that it wasn’t one of those shitty pies. “But I would definitely like a beer.” Jo dished out the dinner and set the plates on the table before laughing. “You are nothing if not persistent,” she mused as she turned to get the beers from the fridge, smirking a bit. “Well then you stole my shotgun and I punched you in the face I mean, if that’s not a sign of a tough chick I don’t know what is.” she teased as she set the beer down for him, opened of course. “Cherry, I didn't like the looks of the apples in the store.” she shook her head at him and plunked down in a seat. “You let that cool before you try to shove it in your face.” she admonished with a shake of a fork for emphasis. “I do try my best,” Dean told her, enjoying the little trip down memory lane. Sure, Jo packed quite a wallop but he admired it about her “Maybe I’ll have to steal your shotgun again, if you ever acquire one and see what happens as a result,” he said teasing her, then again Dean was fond of a tough chick. But for now he did work on the open beer in front of him. This was the life. But the cherry pie definitely demanded his attention and Dean didn’t want to wait for the pie to cool down. “Now what did you say?” Dean said, with a mouthful of pie, clearly ignorant of Jo’s warning. Though it was definitely worth it. “One of your charms.” she said, clearly shaking her head at him. “You do that again and you’ll get the same response. I ain’t afraid to punch you in the face again.” she laughed, honest and open that was Jo. She took a pull from her beer and sighed at Dean. “You burn your fool mouth then, go right ahead. Don’t complain to me when you can’t taste the chicken cause you done burned your tastebuds.” she gave him a look before sighing and shaking her head again. That was pure, classic Dean. “It’s one of my best charms at that. But now I’ll have to do it again, babe,” he told her, knowing that she’d do it again, but it was fun and Dean wasn’t one to follow the route if normalcy. “You were the one who put out the pie before the chicken. Besides, you know that I love me some pie,” Dean admitted, taking another pull from the beer in front of him. “And besides, you know that I am rather fond of your pies to say the least.” Far better than any store bought shit if you asked him. The babe earned him a look before she rolled her eyes at him. “Just try it, Dean, I swear.” she hoped he’d never ever utter the end of the world speech again. Even in jest. She’d probably clobber him. “I could have put the chicken out first and all you would have seen was the pie” she laughed and dug into her dinner. “Whatever Dean, you eat your pie and I’ll just eat your chicken.” she stabbed a fork into his chicken breast and went to steal it. “Oh, you know I have every intention of doing just that,” Dean admitted and he did like calling her babe, just to see the reaction it would elicit from her. “I can’t help it that you make such good pies,” he told her, working more on the pie than the chicken. Heck, it had even crossed his mind to eat it yet. “Perfectly fine by me. Besides, this pie is absolutely worth it,” Dean added, his mouth still full of pie. He really didn’t need such things like chicken for the time being. “Yeah but you ain’t gonna get all your… oh fuck it never mind” she rolled her eyes and started in on the chicken. “You best save me a sliver of that or I will knock your ass out.” she said, lifting her eyes from the plate to him. “Momma taught me well, gotta make good pies.” she said with a shrug. “It better be. Made from scratch every bit of it.” she sounded a little proud of it. “So about this much?” Dean said, making an almost insignificant piece of pie to see how she’d react before he moved the knife to give her a larger piece. He knew far too well he’d get his ass whooped if he did just that. “That she did. But I do have to say that the only thing that I like more than the pie is the person who made it.” “Yeah if you want your ass beat.” she said with a sweet smile. She’d kick it from here to Sunday and then eat all the pie on him. She was a little vicious. “Oh, yeah? Is that so?” she asked, looking at her plate, not daring to look at Dean, cheeks a little red. “You just know all the right ways to turn me on, don’t you,” he told her. But he couldn’t blame her for beating his ass if so. But Dean was rather fond of pie to say the least. And selfish as well. “You know that it is,” he told her. “I mean, the pie is great, clearly one of the best I’ve had here. And what can I say, I enjoy spending time with them. That is, if they make pie more often.” He had to tease with her just a little bit though. Jo Harvelle is often not speechless. Nor is she prone to spitting out beer but she almost did, in fact she choked on her beer for a half second before her cheeks went darker in color, but her voice was even. “I never knew you liked it so rough, Dean.” she managed even if she couldn’t look at him. “You only like me for my pie, I knew it!” she exclaimed, looking up at him, finally. Dean kind of just worked on his beer as he let Jo process everything. “I thought that you knew that was more or less a given,” he said, teasing her and then Jo finally looked up and Dean was a little bit surprised as to how red she was. “Well, if you think that I only like you for your pie, well then, you are sorely mistaken to say the least.” Jo took a minute to dab her lips clean. “Well I don’t personally know. I mean, I know you have a thing for getting beat up. You certainly have that down to a science.” she teased as she looked at him, face slowly returning to it’s normal color. She could not believe he made her blush that much. Jerk. She’d get him for it. “Well that’s good to know. I mean I have a killer ass, I’d be sorely upset to know it wasn’t appreciated.” Two could play at that game. “That I do baby, that I do,” Dean said, keeping the baby remark in there to see if he could rouse something out of her. Even if it probably wasn’t the best thing to do. “And you do have a nice ass, I definitely like staring at it. Among other things.” She reached over and thwaped him one upside the head for the baby comment. Again. He’d rouse something out of her alright. A beating. Or flirting. She wasn’t sure. But Jo knew that she died. This place was not a place to give up on second chances. So she was grabbing it by the horns. “Other things, oh?” she asked, dangerously. Dean wasn’t too phased by her hitting the back of his head. He did have a thick skull after all and in all honesty, it kind of turned him on to say the least. “Yeah, other things, like the fact that you have a nice rack for one,” Dean admitted. What? Was she expecting him to say her eyes or her smile. Which were nice, but they kind of paled in comparison to the obvious. Jo was feeling, well, sassy and so she got up to get them both another beer, and leaned over Dean’s shoulder, pressing that oh so impressive rack against his shoulder as she handed him the beer. “You’re such a male, Dean.” she said in an only slightly exasperated tone of voice. “You should add violent personality to that likes list, because I’ve got that going for me too.” she whispered against his ear. Yes. Jo could be such a tease when she felt like it. “Of course that I am, but admit it, you like me for it,” he told her, he had the underlying want to call her babe again but he bit it back for the time being since he was far too distracted by her rack being pressed up against his shoulder. And Dean was clearly starting to entertain certain thoughts. “What can I say, it’s a definite turn on. As well as the fact that you don’t put up with any of my shit for that matter.” She didn't move, merely leaned on him. "I do. It's part of your charm. I can't lie I'm attracted to it" she grinned at him and kissed his ear. "Harvelles don't put up with shit. We're too headstrong for it." She said laughing softly. “I figured that you would,” Dean admitted. It was the same tactic when it came to wooing everyone else. But to Dean, well, Jo was different than the rest of the girls. That kiss on the ear was definitely an affirmation of that. “And you know I find that so incredibly sexy.” Then again, how could Dean not like a woman that wouldn’t tolerate any of his crap. "Yeah well." She said with a shrug as she smiled. Dean could woo the pants off anyone but Jo hoped she was truly different. Jo rested her lips on his ear. "How sexy exactly?" She asked, her breath warm on his ear and if he could see her face, an evil smirk on her lips. One hand draped over his shoulder and snatched up the fork and stole a bite of pie. Jo was definitely different than any other girl, Dean would admit to that much. And no other girl turned him on as much as she did. “Words couldn’t even begin to describe how sexy,” he told her, it wasn’t like he was trying to be vague. But it was hard to describe his thought pattern, or lack thereof right now. But all thoughts were interrupted when Jo took his fork and a bite of pie in the process. “Hey, that’s not fair,” he told her, even if he had an idea what she was doing. “But I do have to say it is kind of turning me on right now.” Jo was just that damn awesome. "Oh well that's good to know." She set his fork down and licked her lips clean. "So just how turned on are you?" She leaned over him to set the beer down, trailing her cold fingers up his arm as she pushed off him but not moving away. “So very turned on,” Dean told her, he made sure to maintain eye contact with her as she licked her lips clean. And he did admire how awesome she was, the fingers making contact with his arm, even if he had that jacket of his. But he decided to stand up, since he was getting bored from sitting down. Jo stepped back to give him room. "Good to know I still have that effect on you." She reached out to run her fingers along his jaw. "You know I wasn't sure I was going to have that. Not after so long." She smiled gently at him. “You always do,” he admitted to her and deciding to act on impulse, he wrapped his arms about her neck as her fingers ran across his jaw. “Besides, I doubt you could ever lose the effect that you have on me.” Jo smiled at him, stepping closer as he wrapped his arms around her neck. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. "I'm actually really glad to hear that, I was worried." She searched his eyes before tilting her head at him. Dean couldn’t help but staring in those brown eyes in her. He definitely was fond of this little intimate moment. Maybe this would have to become a nightly thing. “Now why would you be worried about such a thing?” he asked, “Especially since you did a good job winning me over.” Jo smiled a bit then it got a little sad. "Well I died, Dean, I was worried that'd be something you couldn't look at me for," she liked this moment too. It was sweet and not what she expected from him at all. Dean had kinda forgotten about that for the time being, but it was a valid concern. “True, but that was in the past,” he told her, cupping her chin, “but why don’t we focus on the here and now for the time being?” Once that statement was finished, he gently kissed her, hoping it would help. And it was one of the rare times that Dean Winchester was a sap. She was marking that on the calendar. A rare gem of a moment. She opened her mouth to have a sassy reply but he caught her off guard with the kiss, which she eagerly returned just as sweetly. Jo wasn't sure what happened but she liked it. Dean was slightly surprised that Jo kissed him back, but he had no regrets about it. And despite the type of person Dean was, he was enjoying this intimate moment right now. He let his fingers play with a stray curl of blonde hair before he tucked it behind her ear and broke the kiss. “Everything’s going to be fine,” he told her, hoping it’d be reassurance enough. Even if he knew that probably wasn’t the case. She moved her arms to settle around his neck before the kiss ended. Even the toughest guys had their moments. Truth was Jo wasn't being all tough herself. "Mmm you know better than that, but I think things will be as okay as they can be" “Of course I know that,” Dean admitted, but given the circumstances things would be ‘fine’ despite the strange fact that they were stuck here. “Though I guess we may have to skip dinner since it seems to have gone cold on us.” Jo laughed softly. "Well that's not my fault" she teased. It was totally her fault. "At least we had pie?" She pushed a strand of hair off her forehead. "I suppose we'll have to find something else to do" “Technically it is, I can’t help it that you’re so sexy,” he told her. And he didn’t even mind that it was. “And the pie was the second best part of dinner. I’m pretty you know what the first was. But I think I do have an idea as to what we can do,” he finished before he kissed her again and this one wasn’t as sweet as the last one. "Not my problem now is it?" She teased before she laughed softly. She was the best part of dinner. Thank you very much. "Oh yeah huh?" Jo smirked then leaned into the kiss, fingers moving to lace through the short strands of hair at the back of his neck. Jo was a fan of his rougher kisses, they felt much more Dean than his sweet ones. “Not in the least. Besides, I’m more than enough of a problem for you to handle,” he told her. And she was right, she was the best part of dinner. Far better than any cherry pie. He was much more fond of the rough kisses though. “But yeah, I have plans that could probably keep us busy all night long. That is if you’re game for them.” "Mm you certainly are troublesome, I suppose I'll have to try my hardest to handle you." Jo's cheeks were a bit red as she looked at him. She smiled shyly for a moment before she moved her hands and slid his jacket off. "I think those might be good plans to have." A grin. "No end of the world speeches right, this is real not you leaving me like a used towel in the morning?" Jo had to ask. It was Dean after all. She loved him but well gotta be safe. There was no malice in her voice though, there was a warm smile though as she tossed his jacket onto the chair. “Trouble is my middle name though. And I do hope that you are up to the challenge,” he told her as he let his hands move so that she could slid off the jacket of his, “but it is a very good plan to say the least. Though there are no end of the world speeches or tossing you aside like a used towel,” he said “and if I even think of doing just that, well you can inflict bodily harm on me however you wish.” Jo grinned wickedly at that. "Good because I'd have to shoot you in the face, I'm not a one night girl." Harvelles were vindictive women. She moved with a grace that was simple but elegant as she slid her hands under his shirt hem and worked it off. He wanted trouble he got it. She dragged her nails up his does as she did so. "I doubt these plans of yours require your shirt, mm?" “I would love to see you do just that,” he teased her. But he did love a vindictive woman to say the least. Especially if it was Jo. He did want to try break his one night tendencies though. And all thoughts came to the forefront of his mind as Jo’s hands worked towards his shirt. “I don’t know,” he teased her, “I was kind of hoping they would. Though I guess I could part with it.” Jo tilted her head at him then laughed softly. "Don't tempt me, Winchester." Her lips curled into a wry smile as she wiggled him out of that shirt. "I think you look better without it, if we're being honest" she tossed it aside and took the moment to look him over. "Don't tell me what I can and cannot do," he said teasing her a bit but if we wanted him to be honest, he was fond of that smile of hers as she worked on getting that shirt off of him. "It's okay to admit how sexy I am. Or that you like what you see," he told her, even if in part of his mind had deduced that Jo was wearing way too much clothing. But he'd take care of that. Eventually. Jo had to close her eyes as she started to giggle, he was killing her. "Oh Dean I will certainly tell you what you can and can't do, if I didn't you'd be confused and get lost" two could tease. Slender fingers ran lightly over his chest as she smiled at him. "In fact I do like what I see, what a surprise." "That's what you'd like me to think," he told her, besides Dean Winchester did not get confused easily. Or at all. "Well, I am definitely glad that you approve to the say the least. Besides, you are quite sexy yourself," he admitted, before kissing her. Even if there was that issue of eventually taking her clothes off. But he'd get to it when the time was right. Jo was pretty sure she could manage to get him confused. It wouldn’t take more than you know, boobs and pie. She was pretty sure that combo would have him dumbstruck for a few moments. She slid her arms back around his neck as she leaned up into his kiss, smiling faintly. She could do this for hours, she loved the feel of his lips on hers. It was a dream come true (not that she’d ever tell him that). Oh, boobs and pie were definitely a lethal combination when it came to rendering Dean speechless or dumbstruck. But he loved it when she leaned up against him. And as much as he enjoyed kissing her, other thoughts took dominance in his mind. So, he decided may be it would best when it came to working on taking off that top of hers. Jo, being Jo, was in jeans and a three-quarter sleeved top. It was like her standard uniform (unless she wanted plaid then you know, plaid was part of that). She was worried she’d dumb strucked him into standing there and taking it instead of participating but that was blown out of the water when he slid his hands under the hem of her shirt. She grinned a bit and did that weird wiggle dance women seem to always to do to get out of a shirt. No scars were visible, it was nice actually not to have her skin marred with a constant reminder. Even if she constantly had phantom pain - her mind wasn’t ready to not have injuries. Underneath the shirt was a pretty black lace bra, don’t pick on her for being girlie. She’ll stab you with a pie fork. Dean definitely liked what he saw and now that he was started, part of him wanted so much more than that. And he definitely did like what he saw. How could he not with that impressive rack of hers. "God, you're sexy, did you know that?" he told her, but it was a purely rhetorical question as he kissed her once more, his fingers working on unhooking that sexy black lace bra of hers. And besides, unhooking bras was something that Dean was a master at. Jo was pretty sure he could unhook a bra in his sleep, while upside down and backwards. Not that she minded too much, he was at least full of interesting skills. Right? Right. Jo blushed a little bit at that but she didn’t get to reply instead melted into his kiss. She just liked that a lot. She was also rather aware of the touch of skin on skin and it was making her feel really warm. She sighed happily against the kiss, wiggling out of the bra and tossing it to the floor then settling against him, skin on skin man. Dean definitely was fond of the skin on skin action and this was definitely what he liked. If only every evening could be like this, then Dean would be happy. For the time being, he let his hands cup her breasts so that he could cop a feel. But then again, it was hard to decide if he liked that or kissing her more. It was pretty close if you asked him. Jo wasn’t sure what sexy times with Dean was going to be like. She had had dreams about it before but well, real thing was totally different than dream. Jo shifted so he had room to slide his hands to her breasts, she made a happy little noise as his fingers curled around her skin. This was better than dreams, she loved the feeling of his fingers. Dean was pretty much of the mindset that sexy times would blow Jo's mind if you asked him. He was pretty much adamant about it as he let his fingers play with her nipples. But he wasn't going to allow things to stall and go idle, so he let a hand wander downwards and work on unbuttoning her jeans so that they could get that pesky garment off. Jo was hoping that was in fact the case. Cause well, mind blowing sexy times was always a good thing. Jo nipped lightly at his lip as his fingers toyed with her nipples, making her shiver (in a good way). If she hadn’t been turned on and ready to jump him she would be now. She moved one of her own hands off his neck and helped wiggle her jeans off her hips, before stepping out of them and kicking them sideways. Then moved her other hand to work him out of his, after all she was not going to be the only one standing around nearly naked, thank you very much. Dean never did anything less than mind blowing if you asked him. But then again, he was biased and had this tendency to exaggerate. Though her without those jeans on was quite a sight to behold for Dean. Especially when he saw those sexy hips of hers. But when Jo started to work on getting those jeans off, Dean was more than willing to help as he more or less just shoved the jeans down and sidestepped. Now the both of them were nearly naked, save for a few articles of clothing. For now, Dean was letting his carnal desires get the best of him as he voraciously kissed her. Jo wasn’t going to argue in the least. She had hips, nice ones, sharpish ones, but it fit with the rest of her and were perfect for holding onto. They weren’t good birthing hips but they were great hold onto hips. And she liked them. Which was always good. Jo ran her hands back up his chest after they were both basically in their skivies and that was it. She took her time, too, exploring the scars that were present. She had her own scars, little ones from various run ins, but she admired them on him. It didn’t take her long to return his kiss just as hungrily, she left rational thought lying with their clothing, but was happy enough to devour him with her fingers, exploring and memorizing it all. Dean was rather find of all her assets, hips included. And he was full of little scars from over the years. He wore them all pridefully just like he wore that anti-possession tattoo as well. He didn't mind taking his time since he knew that things would probably get hot and heavy soon enough. But he did let his hands slip down to get a good feel of her as before he allowed a hand to work on pulling her panties down. Jo dragged her nails over the scars then traced the tattoo idly. It was the ever present reminder of their job. Their chosen lifestyle. Oddly enough Jo didn’t have one, but she had only been the target of demon!possessed Sam so she wasn’t too worried about it. Slender fingers traced the muscles, sighing softly at the scars that dotted his frame. She’d not pity or be sad about them, after all, they were all earned. She wiggled her hips free of her panties and kicked them off to the side, too. Dean had no regrets about the lifestyle that he had chosen. The scars he had earned. But those memories were shoved to the wayside because of well things. And while Dean did enjoy it, immensely, mind you. He was also a sucker for the post-coital cuddling, though he wouldn't tell anyone that. Besides, he did just have sex with an incredibly gorgeous woman at that. Of course the floor never saw that coming, poor floor. But Jo didn’t mind much. After all she finally got to sleep with Dean, which in her opinion had been a long time coming. She settled in, comfortable and a little tired after it all. She used the time to really examine his scars, tracing them idly, trying to recall what ones she knew the reasons behind and what ones she didn’t. Even though the events of the evening occurred on the floor, Dean didn't mind in the least. He definitely did enjoy sleeping with Jo, even if dessert was far better than dinner if you asked him. And in his mind he wondered why he hadn't slept with Jo before, besides the fact that Ellen would kill him if he did, but he couldn't help but stare at her before he finally spoke up. "You're absolutely gorgeous," it was all he could say but really the only thing that running through his mind right now. Jo laughed softly. “Am not, but thank you.” she replied as she propped herself up on her elbows to look at him. She had asked herself the same question but she knew that the answer had been he had been too much of a playboy for her to actually be serious about. Ellen woulda killed em both for it, but she felt maybe he’d matured enough over the years to make this a little easier. After all, he knew head on if she was a one nighter she’d kill him herself. Good motivator. "I beg to differ," he said at Jo’s statement. Man, he couldn't stop looking at her. And he wouldn't have blamed Ellen for killing him, but over the past years he had matured a lot. Especially following Jo's death. It was just the realization that you couldn't take life for granted. And the fact that she would kick his ass if he started to revert to his old playboy self was a nice perk as well. She rolled her eyes a bit and smiled. “Yeah okay, you’re allowed.” she teased. Jo had died. It was hard for her to wrap her head around, and she’d stopped them from saving her. It had been her choice to go out with, pardon the pun, a bang. But she hoped, in some way, she’d helped them change, too. This was evidence that he could be a semi-normal human being. Sorta. She didn’t expect him to be normal, nor truly want that. She wanted her favorite Hunter around. "Of course I'm allowed," he teased her. It was a nice distraction from what had happened back home. But Dean coped with that in his own ways. Even if part of her wished that he could've saved her. Instead, he focused on something else. "What do you say to a second go?" he suggested, besides he could go all night long. |