Dean Winchester (notmoose) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-10-11 22:05:00 |
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Pulling up outside the cabin, Dean cut the engine and glanced across at Jo, giving her a brief smile before steeling himself to get out of the car. He hated to admit it, but the drive up there had taken it out of him a little, cracked ribs were not the comfiest things to live with. Not to mention the lovely sutures he had going on, his poor abs had teeth marks… not for the first time but these were not the fun kind. Pushing himself out of the seat, he closed the door behind him and popped the trunk, grabbing his duffel and lifting it gingerly onto his shoulder before handing Jo her own bag. “You remembered spare clothes right? Cos I don’t have a bra to lend you.” Wandering past her, he unlocked the cabin, hitting the lights on his way in. Despite the place being practically brand new and he’d only been there once before it felt very familiar, like home. -- Jo let Dean handle the drive itself and dozed in the passenger seat - partly to avoid conversation and partly because she was worn out in general. Though she hadn’t been wounded the week before - which, let’s face it, was actually pretty abnormal for her and she half-wondered if it was a werewolf thing - Jo was still emotionally a mess, and between being worried about Sam and Dean and the whole werewolf thing itself, she’d been grateful for the silence. When they pulled up outside the cabin, she unbuckled and slipped out, walking around to the trunk as well. Her dark eyes noted how gingerly he moved, but she took her back and shouldered it while giving him a faint smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t be riding back naked or in the same clothes I’m wearing today.” Shaking her head, she shut the trunk herself and followed him to the cabin. It was becoming a bit too familiar for her, but she pushed that aside. “We’ve got a few hours till moonrise - how do you want to pass the time? Because honestly you look like you should just sleep for a while, Dean.” She moved into the room she usually stayed in and tossed her bag on the bed, then came back out, very carefully not looking towards the door that held the safe room where she’d be spending the night later. -- Chuckling at her response, he gave a halfhearted shrug -because even doing that was uncomfortable. “I would lend you something if naked car ride was the only other option. Though my clothes would be huge on you.” If he let his mind drift a little to the thought of her in one of his shirts, he didn’t let on, instead dumping his duffel on the floor beside the couch. “I thought I could make something to eat first.” He glanced around, eyes flicking to each door, sleep sounded tempting. “Is that your polite way of saying I look like crap?” A little smirk tugged at his lips, “I don’t know which room is ‘mine’... I mean, I’ve stayed before, but I crashed on the couch, and you’ve taken that room,” he pointed to the one she left her bag in, “so I guess that’s yours. Where did other me stay?” He felt stupid asking, but in this place there were a lot of stupid questions being asked left right and centre. -- “I threw my stuff in there, but I won’t be sleeping there.” Jo walked over to the fridge to pull out one of the potion bottles, then started to pull out some vegetables and chicken as well. “Tell you what - you go ahead and crash for a few hours because yeah - you do look like crap - and I’ll start something going that’ll be ready when you get up later.” Looking over her shoulder at him, she nodded towards the bedroom where her things were. “It doesn’t really matter where you stay. Just push my bag on the floor. ” -- Rubbing the back of his neck as he realised the goof he’d made, Dean nodded, of course she wouldn’t be in the bedroom. She’d be in the panic room, though he was pretty sure there was a cot in there at least so she could curl up and sleep if she wanted. Watching as she pulled a bottle from the fridge, he moved a little closer, curious about the strange liquid inside. “That’s the potion, huh?” Another stupid question, he was full of those today. “Promise to wake me in two.” He gave her a look that meant no arguing and shrugged off his plaid shirt, leaving only the black tee beneath, “or if you need me sooner.” Yes, he could use a snooze, but he’d said he would be there for her and right now it felt more like he was the one being looked after. Stepping into the bedroom he kicked off his shoes, but didn’t push Jo’s bag to the floor, instead he sprawled out beside it, taking the vacant side of the bed. -- The blond hunter nodded at the question, biting back a sigh. “I usually start taking it a few days before the full moon, and save some for here, at the cabin.” She opened it and took a swig, following it with a face, then set it to one side and returned her attention to Dean. At the look, she arched an eyebrow even as she watched him take off the top shirt. “I promise to consider it, but it’ll probably be three,” she replied lightly, though mainly because she was concerned about him. He shouldn’t be out of the hospital yet, she was pretty sure, but she wasn’t going to argue with him, which was a testament to how worried she was. Once he walked away, Jo turned on a radio on soft classic rock, then started to cut up the vegetables. They, along with a cup of rice, some water, chicken broth, and the chicken breasts all went into a casserole dish, and she set it aside to sit for a while. Two hours and a walk through the woods later, Jo came back into the cabin and turned on the oven. Once it had heated up, she slipped the dish inside and set the timer, then glanced at the clock and headed for the bedroom. Stepping inside, Jo studied Dean for a few minutes, then reached out to touch his shoulder lightly. “Hey, time to get up.” -- To argue would be pointless, so he let the three hour comment go, after all he knew Jo was probably right. He shouldn’t technically be up and about, but staying in that hospital for one more night would have sent him over the edge. Those places gave him the creeps; always had, always would. He also knew that his friend would likely be worrying about him, just as Cass and his Mom were, it was weird thinking about so many other people. Usually it was just him and Sammy, sometimes Cas (he really needed to work on those nicknames) worrying about each other. He was asleep almost as soon as he lay down, rest coming a lot easier in a normal bed rather than the hospital one. The pain meds made sure his sleep was relatively dreamless, although one or two random images crept in. Jo’s touch on his shoulder was enough to wake him and he hummed in response to her words, blinking sleep from his eyes and stretching, the inevitable wince coming after that movement. “Hey,” shifting himself upright, he sniffed, a smile coming to his lips as the smell of cooking registered. “Something smells good. Need any help?” Dean had originally planned to take care of the cooking while they were up here, but things had changed somewhat, he was determined to have a proper breakfast ready in the morning though, no matter how tired he was. -- As he stirred, Jo moved around to the other side of the bed to dig into her own bag, pulling out a few things. At the question, she shook her head. “Not really - just pull it out in about fifteen minutes if I’m not out of the shower yet.” She smiled at him, then headed to bathroom to shower off the light layer of sweat that was a result of her walk. In the bathroom, she stripped off her shirt and studied the bruises from the week before, now an ugly patch of green and yellow. Touching it gingerly, she fought down her own wince and gave a rueful shake of her head, then kicked off her boots and socks so she could push her jeans down. The cut on her leg had healed well, so she wasn’t too worried it would reopen during her change - or she hoped it wouldn’t, at least. After she finished taking stock, she turned the water on and stepped beneath it, closing her eyes as the water hit her skin and giving a faint moan of approval. She normally took a shower in the mornings after her change anyway, but this time she decided to take advantage of the time and get an extra one in. -- “Sure thing.” He returned the smile, watching her leave before flopping back onto the mattress. Lots of little thoughts rolled around his head, mostly they strayed back to Sammy, wondering how his brother was doing. They’d both had worse, but recently, with Cas around, they hadn’t needed to stay long in hospital - or even at all. It sucked that Sam had been injured so badly and even though he talked tough - Dean was more worried than he’d ever been about his brother. Two nasty little words kept invading his mind what if? What if Sam’s surgery and physical therapy didn’t work? What if he wouldn’t be able to walk again? He knew Sam was strong, but something life changing like that would be so, so difficult to get through. Just like Jo’s situation. Letting out a deep sigh, he sat up again, pushing all those thoughts away and instead focussing on the present. Jo needed him now, and he was sure his Mom was worrying enough about Sam for the both of them tonight. Getting out of bed, he padded through to the kitchen, and peered into the oven. “Looks ready…” He called out, checking his watch and guessing that fifteen minutes was about up. Searching cupboards, he found plates and cutlery, setting them on the side before retrieving the casserole from the oven. “Jo, this looks awesome.” There was nothing like food to cheer him up. -- When she finished washing up, Jo dragged a comb through her hair, then pulled on a hooded sweatshirt and flannel pants, not bothering with anything else - why should she, when she’d be stripping in just a few hours to go all furry? She heard Dean’s call and hung up her towel, then headed back out to the kitchen, smiling at the compliment as she walked in. “Thanks - one of the simplest dishes ever to make. Trick is to let it sit a couple hours before baking.” Jo wandered over to his side to check the casserole herself, then pulled out a large spoon and handed it over. “Care to do the honors?” -- “Oh?” He stored the information away for later, thinking he’d probably try out the recipe at some point. As she stood next to him, Dean slipped his arm across her shoulders and hugged her to his side, taking the spoon as it was offered. “I’m just going to go ahead and split it in half, so I hope you’re hungry.” Letting go of her he dished out the food and slid one plate toward her, “this really does smell amazing, I may have to come over to yours for dinner more often.” He smirked then, between his place, Sam and Jo’s and Cassie’s he would never run out of hot food. “Did I see beer in the fridge, or was it just soda…” -- “Starving,” she replied with a grin, taking the brief moment to lean against him gently - not wanting to hurt him and not wanting to like it too much. That could be bad - or something. Right? When he dished it up, she took her plate and moved over to the fridge, pulling out two beers and holding them up. “Really, Dean, just who do you think you’re talking to?” Shaking her head with a smirk, the blonde walked over to the couch and sat, propping the plate carefully on her crossed legs. Opening both beers, she set them on the coffee table and started to eat, glad for the chance to relax just a bit. -- He smiled a little as she leant against him, and chuckled at her response to his question. “What was I thinking? I blame the pain meds.” Following her through to the couch, he took a seat beside her, resting his plate on his lap and digging in. The casserole was as tasty as it looked and he hummed in appreciation as he savoured his first bite. A comfortable silence took hold as they ate, Dean focused on his food more than anything else. He wondered what would happen at moonrise, if Jo would change immediately, or if it was a little more delayed. A lot of questions came to mind, but he didn’t voice any of them, not wanting to make Jo feel awkward. Reaching for his beer once his plate was empty, he took a long drink and sighed. “That was so good. Should see me through until breakfast.” -- She smiled at his obvious appreciation of the food, and settled against the arm at her end while eating as well. When she finished, Jo set her own plate on the table and picked up her beer for a sip, then shot Dean a smile. “There’s other food if you get bored or hungry,” she told him, pushing her damp hair out of her face. She took a second, longer drink, then studied him. After a moment, she bumped his knee with her own. “Thanks for coming. You didn’t have to, you know.” -- Grinning in response, Dean nodded, "Oh I know. I stashed some snacks in my bag too. It's just a shame I don't get Dr Sexy in this reality. Then I'd be set for the night." He was sure he'd find something equally trashy to watch. Or maybe he'd catch Scrubs or something. Unaware he was being studied he took a few more sips, looking over as his knee was nudged. "You're welcome. I wanted to and Sam said he'd be here if he could." He knew his Mom had initially been against his leaving Sam, to be honest he’d had his own doubts about it. But his little brother had been adamant that he’d be okay and that Dean should go ahead and spend the full with Jo. -- She returned the grin, then raised both eyebrows as she stared at him. “Dr. Sexy? Jeez, Winchester, I figured you’d have better taste than that!” She laughed a bit, relaxing against her side of the couch. “I know he would, but it’s not necessary. I can do this alone...and I have.” But really, she felt a lot better having company. She reached out and touched his arm. “I know you’d rather be with Sam and your mom than stuck in a cabin with me. If you want to go back now and just pick me up in the morning, you can - I wouldn’t hold it against you.” -- Her expression was priceless and he smirked in return, “I have great taste, Harvelle. I like watching something I can switch off to.” Finishing his beer, he set the plate and bottle on the table and leaned back against the cushions, legs stretched out in front of him. Looking back at her, he nodded, “I know, Jo and I think you’re pretty amazing for doing it by yourself. But you know us, overprotective.” Reaching up to cover her hand with his own, he shook his head. “No way, you’re stuck with me all night. That bed is comfy, besides, I needed a night away from that city.” He smiled wryly, “and I think Mom would tear me a new one if I went back now, probably tie me to the damn hospital bed or something.” -- “Sure you do,” she replied, then fluttered her eyelashes and dropped into a southern accent. “You probably think Dr. Sexy is just the dreamiest and you simply can’t wait to see what he gets up to this week.” Grinning, she took another sip from the beer she was still nursing, dark eyes dancing playfully. When he called her amazing, she blinked, surprise flashing across her face at the compliment. His hand was warm on hers, and after a moment she turned her own so that she could give his fingers a soft, grateful squeeze. “Stuck all night with Dean Winchester, huh? I guess there could be worse fates.” She added a smile when he mentioned his mom, and she nodded her understanding. “I’ve seen her a couple times, at the hospital, but I haven’t had the chance to officially meet her yet. I’d like to.” -- Chuckling, Dean shook his head at the attempt at his accent, only stopping his laughter when his ribs decided to twinge. “Is that what I sound like? He is pretty dreamy. It’s the cowboy boots.” The banter was natural for them and he couldn’t help but smile. He noticed the flash of surprise, but didn’t mention it, maybe Sam was right, maybe he was too intimidating about certain things. As her fingers squeezed his own, he let them link together for a moment, feeling that maybe the simple action would say clearer than words that he was there and not going anywhere. He didn’t bail on people who needed him, and even though he did feel guilty about leaving Sam behind, he knew his brother was fine with him coming up to the cabin. “There could be, not many, but there could be.” He grinned, “she’s still getting her head around stuff, but we should definitely all get together. She’ll like you, seeing as you’re not afraid to keep us boys in line.” -- “Cowboy boots, eh? Never took you for the Western fan, but hey - to each his own.” When he stopped laughing, she caught on as to why but chose against commenting. She was glad he was smiling, though. This was the longest they’d spent together….well, ever. Jo shifted a little and uncrossed her legs, partially because her feet were falling asleep and partially to just get more comfortable in general. Keeping their hands linked, enjoying the connection, Jo smiled again. “Probably,” she said, then nodded at the mention of getting together. “Yeah, okay. Dinner sometime would be good, the four of us.” She hesitated a moment, then looked down at their hands. “Just...don’t tell her what I am, okay?” -- “They wouldn’t suit me,” he glanced over to where his own battered worker boots lay, “but on some people they look okay.” One shoulder lifted in a little shrug and he lay his head against the sofa’s back, turning his face toward Jo. Seeing as they’d know each other so long, it felt like they hadn’t spent all that much time together. Aside from that one hunt. In his own time and place, he’d never get the opportunity to again. Returning the smile, he nodded as she did, glad she had agreed. “When Sammy’s home, we’ll arrange a time.” As her gaze lowered to their still joined hands, he frowned, understanding showing in his eyes when she spoke again. “What, a badass hellhound slayer?” He squeezed her fingers gently, serious for a moment, “I won’t, it’s not my business.” -- “I’m pretty sure Charlie’s already mentioned that part,” she said wryly, then smiled at the squeeze, returning it as she looked back up at him, meeting his gaze. “Thanks. I appreciate it,” she said quietly. It was nice that he understood so well how she felt. The last time Dean had been in NYC, he’d barely seemed to care, being so wrapped up in everything else. But now, things were different. She might not be coming to an acceptance of her wolfiness, but at least she had more support than she’d figured originally. “How are you liking this world so far? New York and all...this,” she said, waving her free hand absently - and carefully to avoid spilling her beer. “Kind of thing we could never see coming, right?” -- An amused smile came to his lips at the mention of the red head. Her arrival was completely weird to him, he’d never met her and yet here she was knowing all about him and Sam and under the impression they were friends. Which they were again, now. It was kind of hard not to like Charlie. “That kid’s something alright.” He gave her a look that said she didn’t need to thank him, and a little half smile, “you’re welcome.” Staring up at the ceiling for a moment, he frowned in thought before answering. “Never. It’s weird. I mean, I’m adjusting, but fighting that thing the other day still felt more normal to me than living in an apartment of my own does.” Looking at her again, he nestled his head a little closer to the sofa and sighed. “It’s strange not hunting and it’s crazy that we’re kind of famous here. I’m older than you’ll remember me, but younger for Charlie - who I haven’t even met in our world.” He snorted softly then, because in this world, their world was nothing but a TV Show. “As for the City, I’m not a fan of that many tall buildings. Or that many people.” -- “I get the feeling. It’s weird, not hunting here.” Plus, she hadn’t been feeling up to it ever since she’d become a werewolf. “And the age thing is weird, too, though you’re really not that much older than I last saw you. It’s not like you’re going gray yet….wait a sec.” Jo finished off her beer and set the bottle on the table, then moved to her knees and leaned over so she could peer closely at his hair. “That might be a gray hair right...there.” She reached out and touched it, hiding a smirk. “I get the thing about dealing with so many people,” she said a moment later, still looking at his hair carefully. “But where the Roadhouse is - it’s not as bad as some parts of the city.” -- “Very weird,” he agreed, lapsing into silence again as Jo continued, another smile coming easily as she said he wasn’t too much older than she remembered. It was just Cassie and his Mom that had to deal with the age thing, he supposed, more so Mary, seeing as he was still a kid when she was from. The mention of gray hair however had him frowning a little, “seriously?” He looked up, a vain attempt to see his own hair and instead green eyes studied Jo’s brown ones as she looked at his locks, noting the mischief in them. “You’re so mean. My hair is fine.” His free hand went to bat at hers in his hair, but there was no force behind the swipe. “I like that neighborhood. But that might just be because the Roadhouse is there.” Jo was still intent on finding imaginary gray hairs and he tugged at their joined hands a little. “Quit it.” -- She knew he was vain enough to react, which was why she was teasing him so much. With a laugh, she tugged her hands away just before he caught them with the swipe, then brushed at his hair again. “Nope, there’s still a gray hair up here,” she insisted, but grinned as she half sat back, playfully giving his hands a small tug in return. “It’s a good neighborhood. Nothing like the middle of nowhere that I’m used to for the saloon, but...I like it. It’s doing good, too,” she said and shook her own hair back from her face. “You’d be disappointed if I did quit,” she retorted, leaning back against the couch. -- He kind of enjoyed the feel of fingers in his hair... usually in way different situations to this. He didn't enjoy being teased about the aging processes toll on his good looks, however. Not that he would really be surprised if he did have a few grays. With all he'd been through it was more surprising he didn't have a few hundred. "I blame Sammy. He gave them me." Another chuckle bubbled up as she tugged his hands in return, but he didn't feel the need to let go just yet. "Hey, that's great, Jo." He'd been to the bar a few times. But his patrol schedule with the RSTF meant he missed the weekend nights. "I would," he smirked, "I like all the attention." He was only partially joking. -- Absently she stretched a bit as she studied him, smirking at the mention of his brother. “Somehow I wouldn’t be surprised if that were true.” But really, she wasn’t so much in the mood to talk about Sam. Really, her concentration was on Dean right now. Being this close to moonrise, she was feeling a little antsy. The potion kept her from being too aggressive usually, but her senses were definitely heightened. Jo smiled when he chuckled, glad he was in a good mood. “Thanks...it’s been a lot of hard work, but it’s been pretty awesome, too. I’m glad you come by and help out sometimes.” At his smirk, she arched a brow. “Yeah, I just bet you do,” she replied, squeezing his hands a little. For a moment she studied him and, finally, she shook her head. “You know what? Screw it,” she said, then leaned in and kissed him, hard. -- “It is true. Kid gets himself into trouble on the regular.” If Jo was studying him a little too closely, Dean didn’t notice. He was relaxed, it felt good to be away from the city, but at the same time he was fully prepared for the night ahead. Determined to be ready for anything Jo might need before, during and after the full. “It’s pretty fun working the bar, even though I’m a rookie at it.” His smirk just widened at her response, and then he noticed her looking, brief confusion crossed his features at her question and answer, and then she was kissing him which made everything clearer. For a split second he wondered how long she’d been wanting to do this, even as his hands moved to her waist to pull her closer and he returned the kiss, not worried at all by the hardness of the embrace. -- “That’s for sure,” Jo agreed, though she was half tempted to point out that Dean was the same way. At his words about the bar, the blonde smiled a little. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you spinning bottles and filling three glasses at once in no time,” she quipped. She’d been prepared for him to pull away, to ask her what the hell she was doing, to reject her. In fact, Jo had been half counting on it, but she’d been determined to kiss him just once to see what all the hype was about. Judging by what she’d seen on the show, their one kiss had been when she was dying and frankly Jo thought that was bull. Even if it never happened again, she wanted to do this once. And she hadn’t been prepared for this response. The tension she hadn’t been realizing had been in her shoulders eased away when he drew her in, and due to the way they were sitting on the couch it seemed completely natural to just let one leg sling across his lap so she was sitting on his legs, her knees on either side of his hips, and let her eyes slide shut. Now that her hands were free, Jo lifted them to move around his neck as the kiss eased up just a little, but didn’t end. -- “Just like Tom Cruise in Cocktail,” Dean smirked referencing a movie he wasn’t all that sure Jo would have seen. It did sound cool though, slinging bottles around, and he was glad to help on the nights he could. A brief memory flickered of their last kiss, but the present extinguished that almost as soon as it surfaced. He didn’t want to think about that moment when this one was so much better. It didn’t cross his mind to pull away, he rarely broke off anything that felt this damn good. At times like this, Dean was definitely a live in the moment kind of guy, and as Jo straddled his lap, he adjusted his hold on her, letting her get even closer. His own eyes closed as the kiss went on, now not quite as forceful as it had been, and he let one hand slide to rest at the small of Jo’s back as her arms slid around his neck. -- Despite the hoodie she was wearing, Jo could feel the warmth from Dean’s hands, especially as one moved to her back. Her own embrace tightened a little as she shifted just a bit so she was leaning more against him, but carefully. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was reminding herself that he should probably still be in the hospital and so she needed to make sure she didn’t hurt him further, or let him get himself hurt, but that voice was fairly soft and it was hard to keep that in mind just now. Finally she was forced to come up for air and broke the kiss just long enough to allow both of them the chance to catch a breath. Once they had, Jo kissed him again, one of her hands shifting up into his hair, the other moving down, resting briefly on his chest, before her fingers moved to his side, brushing lightly along the hem of his shirt. -- Catching his breath as she broke the kiss, Dean looked up at her, reaching up to push her hair back from her face. He could have asked questions then, could have felt guilty, because his ex-girlfriend was back home at the tower, as was Johnny. But Jo’s lips met his again and all those thoughts were banished, to be dealt with later. Much later. Her hands seemed to find the perfect places to go which would stir him up a little more and though he was trying to keep himself in check, partially because he was still injured and partially because Jo would be changing soon, he could feel his resolve slipping. Especially as her fingers ghosted along the hem of his shirt. His own hand on her back sneaked under the fabric of her hoodie and slid up smooth, warm skin, easing her even closer. -- At the moment, his ex and the guy she was sort of dating were the last people on Jo’s mind. She knew that her change would be soon, and before it actually hit, she’d head for the safe room because the last thing she wanted was for anyone to witness it, but for now Jo was just enjoying herself. His hand touching her skin brought out a faint sound, a half moan, and she curved her back against his hand a little. Since he didn’t seem to be in a rush to stop her, Jo caught the edge of his shirt and drew it up just a bit, enough so that she could rest her palm against his stomach, being careful not to poke in case there were bruises that might match hers under her hoodie. Even if things didn’t go any further than this - and they really couldn’t, right, considering the state he was in and the timeline they were on - Jo was determined to enjoy what she could of the moment and refused to feel any sort of guilt from this. -- The sound she made just encouraged him and he trailed his hand higher, loving the way her back arched under his touch. He hadn’t been with anyone like this is too long, and as he felt his shirt being pushed up he hummed slightly. Jo certainly wasn’t being shy about things, which was just what he liked. It was almost spooky how well she matched him, they were cut from the same cloth in many ways. Dean’s fingers flexed a tiny bit as Jo’s hand strayed a little too close to one of the bite marks, just warning her that part of him was sensitive. Plus, he didn’t think sutures were all that sexy and they probably felt gross to touch. Breaking their kiss for a second, he glanced out of the window and then back to her. “Jo… is it close?” -- Jo had imagined what making out with Dean Winchester would be like. She’d thought about it back after they first met, and in the months following, when he and Sam would drop by the Roadhouse from time to time. But this wasn’t anything like how she’d imagined things, not really. And honestly, reality was definitely better than she’d imagined. Her hand paused when she felt the movement, understanding what it meant. When he broke the kiss, her eyes opened slowly and she blinked a couple of times. “Hm - what?” For a moment, her thoughts were flashing back to moments that were comparable to these, over the years, but that had been regarding something very different. As she realized what he was saying, she felt a faint pang in her gut, and realized that she’d misjudged the time. “...Hell,” she muttered, letting out a sigh as her forehead dropped against his shoulder for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head a bit, then turned her head and brushed her lips against his neck, since it was there. Pulling her hand out from under his shirt, Jo sat back up slowly and gave him a faint smile full of irony. “We’ve really gotta work on timing, Winchester.” And she began to shift to try and get up, though it was clear she wanted to do anything but. -- Her slightly dazed question made him smirk, but he bit back a wise ass remark to match the expression. Instead he just held her as she dropped her head against his shoulder, breath catching the tiniest bit when she kissed his neck. That was a weak spot he didn’t publicise but one Jo managed to find, somehow. Chuckling again, he nodded, “tell me about it, Harvelle.” Slipping his hand from her hoodie, he helped her back onto her own side of the sofa reluctantly. Pushing himself to his feet a moment later and collecting up the plates and empties. “Something tells me it’s going to be a long night.” -- She’d noted the breath catch, but didn’t comment, instead just moving off his lap and back to her cushion. As he got up, she smiled a little and watched him walk to the kitchen. After a moment, she moved to her own feet and stretched a little, nodding her agreement. “You can say that again,” she told him, then headed for the bedroom where her bag was. Once inside, she stripped off the hoodie and pants and tugged on a robe, then ran a hand through her hair as she walked back out. “Look...there’ll be a lot of, well, screaming in the beginning.” The change wasn’t easy on her, that was for sure. “But when it’s done, you can come in. If you want to.” It might be nice to actually have some company for once while she was like that. Leaving it at that, she headed for the large metal door and stepped inside. After pulling it shut, she took off the robe and hung it on a hook on the door, then walked over to the cot to sit and wait. After a few minutes, she started to feel a sharp pain that began in her chest, then radiated outwards. It was familiar now, but every time it hurt, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Within seconds she was rolling off the floor, crying out as her bones began to snap and shift, wishing desperately that this time would be the last. -- Nodding at her response, Dean filled the sink with hot water and bubbles, figuring doing the dishes would keep him occupied for a little while. At least during the initial change. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of Jo’s hoodie hitting the deck through the gap in the door. “Really, really long night,” he mumbled to himself, dumping the plates in the sink and slopping water everywhere. Turning as she spoke, he leaned back against the counter and folded his arms across his chest, not liking the words that were coming from her mouth. He didn’t like seeing or hearing anyone he loved in pain, it would probably take all he had to ignore it. “Okay, I’ll wait a while, then check on you.” Watching her go, he huffed out a sigh and set about cleaning the plates, trying hard to ignore the sounds coming from the safe room, while at the same time keeping check on when they stopped. Grabbing another beer when he was done, he took a long drink, before heading to the heavy metal door and listening outside for a moment. -- Jo never knew how long the change actually took. She did her best to not think about it when it wasn’t that time of the month, and so she hadn’t really followed it. When it finally came, Jo let out a long sigh and stretched, then jumped onto the cot. It was still weird to even be in this form, but she’d started to get a little used to it, at least. Curling up, she rested her head on her paws, glad that she took the potion so at least her mind wasn’t animalistic right now, too. -- Leaning against the door, Dean quietly finished his second beer, listening carefully for the movements on the other side of the metal. Everything had quietened down, so he figured it was safe to go inside, but there was something holding him back. He remembered what Glen had looked like, and he didn’t want to see Jo that way. Of course, he knew she would be different, he’d done some research on the Harry Potter versions. But still. It would be weird, especially as they’d been making out less than an hour ago. Setting the empty by the wall, Dean opened the door an inch, “Jo…” He didn’t expect an answer, but he wanted to warn her he was coming inside, and reassure her that it was only him, nobody else. “Wow.” It was all he could say as he spotted Jo curled up on the cot. A giant wolf with her head on her paws, she didn’t resemble their version of werewolves in any way. In fact if he hadn’t known otherwise, he would just think there was an overly large regular wolf sitting in the panic room. “Look at you,” Dean smiled, wandering over to the cot and sitting on the edge, “nice fur coat you’ve got there.” -- When the door opened, she tensed a little, eyes shifting to watch it slide open further. It was strange to see Dean in this way, since honestly she hadn’t seen anyone at all since becoming a werewolf. As he moved closer, Jo finally lifted her head, not relaxing until he sat on the cot. She gave a faint “harumph”, cocking her head at him, then finally lay it back down, this time on his leg. Another wolfy sigh was given and she shut her eyes, more than annoyed by the fact that she couldn’t even talk to him than by all of this. She scooted a little closer to him at the same time, half for comfort and half just to be next to him. -- “Guess you can’t talk much,” Dean mused, a little smile on his face. He could well imagine how frustrating it must be to understand, but not respond, just by the wolfy sighs Jo gave. As she rest her head on his leg, he lifted his hand and stroked his fingers through the fur between her ears. It was softer than he’d imagined a wolf’s fur would be and he absently pet her as he thought about how strange this all was. Leaning against Jo a little as she scooted closer, Dean looked around the room. He hadn’t really explored in here the last time he’d been at the Cabin, but it appeared to be as solid as the room back at Bobby’s. Still, it wasn’t very big, if Jo was in control as she appeared to be, maybe one moon they could try going outside, so she could stretch her legs a little. -- When his hand started to pet her, Jo tensed a little briefly, then relaxed. She hadn’t known how something like this might feel, and the amazing part was? She actually liked it. After several minutes of just staring at the wall, her eyes started to drift shut. In minutes, Jo had fallen asleep, content to stay as she was, half stretched on his lap. |