Jo didn't know what was happening, beyond the fact that it was happening now. In the back of her mind, she lamented the fact that it was happening too late. All of those months of trying to forget him, his demon possessed brother's words, everything. She had waited so long for something like this to happen to her. She figured that the absolute worst that could happen would be if they did then, and then he forget. But Jo would remember it, keep it with her forever. It would be the one piece of Dean she would keep for herself.
His hand on her hip was a momentary distraction. The hand on her ass wasn't. Normally, she would have slapped him for it, but she found herself too far gone to care. She let out a groan as the bulge in his pants pressed up against her, her head lolling back as she tried hard not to imagine what was about to happen, unless he changed his mind. Her breathing was getting heavy.
She didn't want him to stop. She offered no resistance as he picked her up and pressed her against the wall. Her mouth opened under his, letting him take what he wanted. She inhaled sharply. Don't stop, don't stop.
Her arms were briefly around his waist, her fingers dipping below the waistline to tease him before she reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck to make up for the height difference. Her fingers burrowed into the hair on the nape of his neck, letting him know that she was here, that she was real and that she wanted to help heal him if she could. If he would let her.