deansmistress22

 If it only happened another way...
pg-13
Dean/Jo
Its an old story... but i had to re-add things...
If you dont like it, well w/e. It's old... but i was planing on adding more to it. like a second part maybe. we will see. its summer again so i have time. it's written with lots of Jo's thought coming out. 
Disclaimer: NO ONE BELONGS TO ME!!! I OWN NOTHING! It's the CW's and the writters. I'm just a lover of dean/jo.



"The dock.They ran to the dock. I hope he's not hurt. Impalas still there. Shit. Where could he be? My phone. I could call him. I hope his is on and works. I hope he didn't fall into the water. Shit its so cold." Thoughts race through Jo's head. She shivers.
The phone rings. Once, twice, three times, four, five. It stops, voice mail. Jo hangs up and dials again. Once,twice, Metalica. Jo sees him at the edge of the boat launch, body still half way in the water. It's dark but he looks hurt.
"Dean! Shit, Dean!" Jo says as she runs down to him. "Stupid asshole, arrogant bitch. Helps everyone but doesn't ever want it in return. Well too bad this little school girl knows how to take care of people. Even if he doesn't want it he will get it." She thinks as she helps him to his feet.
 
"Jo?" He says dazed. She notices a bullet wound in his shoulder. He stumbles putting his weight on her. She strains but knows she can carry this burden well on her shoulders. He winces in pain. "Yeah,Dean. It's Jo. Try to stay conscious." They manage to get back to the bar. She lays him on the pool table and grabs a rusty med kit, a bottle of vodka, a shot glass and some blankets from a back room.
She comes back to the pool table. Dean is shaking violently and the wound in his arm is bleeding, slowly. Dean looks as though he is slipping in and out of consciousness.
"Shit!" Jo says aloud. She opens the med kit and pours a little vodka into the glass for the bullet. Dean grabs for the bottle and takes a large gulp. Alcohol makes your body colder. That wasn't what he needed. With one swift motion Jo yanks out the bullet. Dean jolts.
"Butcher." He says his lips blue. "Shut up." Jo says dryly not interested in his smart ass remarks.
"Fix him so he can stop his brother." She thinks sewing up the wound and bandaging it. Dean goes unconscious from the cold.
"Shit, hypothermia. What the hell do I do now? Ummm... Val Kilmer movie... what was it? The Saint. Right, body heat." She thinks.
She pulls off his boots, socks, jacket. She stops. "What if he wakes up and hes naked and I'm not?" She checks his pulse. It's slow but normal. Off go her boots, socks, pants, jacket, shirt, bra, panties could wait. She unzips his jeans and slides them off. Next, his wet shirt falls to the floor.
"God, I feel like a frickin' perv. Blanket, good. Wow nice body. What did I expect." She eyes his muscular body and grabs the blanket and puts it over him. She removes his boxers. She takes his clothes over to a heater to dry off. Jo checks his pulse again. He's still cold and still unconscious. Jo yanks off her red panties.
She climbs onto the pool table and holds onto Dean loosely, letting her body warm him. Five minutes. Pulse. Ten minutes. Pulse. "This is so not how I imagined this. Yeah, right, like he would ever have feelings for me anyway." She thinks kind of pissed off as he returns to consciousness.
"Did you give me a Rufe? 'Cus Jo I would have screwed you without it. All you had to do was ask. Heck I would have asked you if I knew you felt this way about me." Dean says groggy.
"You have hypothermia. I'm using my body heat to warm you." Jo says not in the mood to retort.
"Well you are doing a pretty good job. You know being hot and all. Actually I'm starting to feel pretty warm myself." He says smirking.
"Yeah, that's not all." She says feeling something poking her.
"That's not fair! I'm naked, your naked, we are both naked on a pool table and your holding me in a pretty provocative way." Dean says his eyebrows arching upward.
"Great and now you are awake. Your clothes are dry. I put them on a heater." She had to have his respect. She knows she just missed her opportune moment. She wanted to be a hunter and he didn't think she could do it. If she was going to prove him wrong she couldn't do it after screwing his brains out.
"Good I need to find Sam." He says seriously. She hands him a blanket so that he can change.
"The demon said he burned himself on a stove... that might be something that you could look at it was a little suspicious. It's on Sam's wrist." Jo says as she dresses.
"Thanks. He's going after hunters. Nearest one is not too far from here. I'll call him. What are you doing?" He asks her not turning around.
"Getting dressed. I'm coming with you."
"No you aren't. This is my fight Jo."
"I'm apart of this now."
"I don't want your blood on my hands. If you follow me I swear to God I'll tie you back up to that pole."
"Fine."
"Hey, Jo?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks. I'll call you okay."
He runs out.
"No you wont." The door closes. She walks to the bar and grabs a pen and some paper. She opens her phone and writes down all of the names and numbers from her directory. She finishes, folds up the paper and places it in her front pocket. She pulls out the key to her Thunder-bird. The phone lays on the bar. She grabs the vodka from the table and takes a large swig. She picks up her phone and looks at it a single tear drips down her cheek.
"Dad." She says quietly and whips the phone at the ground. It shatters. She walks out of the bar. To train. Her Dad was a hunter and she knows her Mom was one too, even though she would never admit it. She was from a family of hunters and she was ready to be the best damm hunter her family had ever seen. Jo leaves with no emotions. "Now there's nothing to hold me back." She says concentration and determination for hunting engraved into her mind.