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Dean laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling for what felt like hours. The lights were off, Sam was asleep, but he was still wide awake. Maybe it was the fact that his girlfriend was across the hall from him. He wanted to talk to her. Kiss her. And..... well, unfortunately this wasn't a high school movie and he would get caught and be in serious trouble. Still... it kept him awake.
Finally, he swung his legs off the bed and, as quietly as possible, tip-toed to Jo's room. Turning the handle first before pushing it open, so as to not make any noise, then stepping inside. Doing the same strategy, he shut it behind him.
Fortunately, Jo was awake too. She set her book on the bed beside her, "What are you doing in here?"
"I couldn't sleep." He was about to take a step forward but stopped himself, "Do you mind if I hang out for a bit?"
"Of course not." Jo scooched over, making room for him to sit.
He sat beside her, "What are you reading?"
"Pride and Prejudice."
"Ah. For school or for pleasure?"
"Can't it be both?"
He shrugged, "I guess. Takes the pleasure out of it when you have to write a stuffy report about it."
"True..." she chuckled.
A silence followed, Jo knew whether or not to keep reading and Dean didn't know what to do at all. His gaze jumped from his hands, her walls, her bookshelf, her tv, and repeat. There was definitely a tension. He wasn't supposed to be in here. Sure, he's been in here plenty of times before, but the fact that Ellen actually knows he's in the house made it a lot more risky.
Jo turned to him. Seeing her movement in his peripheral, he did the same.
"Why did you come in here?" She asked, honestly. "I don't mind, you're just... quiet."
It was a fair question, though a question he didn't want to answer. "Um..." He swallowed, his mouth becoming increasingly dry, "I was thinking about you."
Jo quirked an eyebrow at him with a tinge of a smirk, "Oh yeah?"
Shit. He couldn't help himself now. His eyes scanned her features before falling to her lips. Without a second thought, he closed the distance between them.
She smiled against his mouth and placed her hand on his neck, pulling him closer. Dean placed a hand just above her hip, and her heart picked up the pace Dean glided the tip of his tongue across her bottom lip, leaving a tingling sensation in his wake. She parted her lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth as he followed suit.
Jo gripped the hem of his shirt for a second before sliding her hands up his chest. A chill ran up his spine and he exhaled heavily at her touch. He pulled away for a second to remove his shirt before crashing his lips to hers again. Jo shifted, planting her knees on either side of his legs. Her hand made it's way into his thick hair, the other rested on his left thigh.
Dean exhaled at the touch of her hand, and his jeans began to grow even tighter. She was hovering over him now; his heart raced, as did hers.
Tongues wrestling against each other again, he slid one hand underneath her shirt, his hand hot against her skin. He ran it over one cup of her bra when Jo heard a door close out in the hall.
She pushed away from him and whispered, "I think that's my mom. She'll kill you if she finds you here. Literally."
He whispered back, "Are you sure it's not Sam? Things just started getting good..."
"You wanna go check, tough guy? You can take your hand off my boob, by the way."
Dean chuckled, "Sorry..." He pulled his hand out from her shirt. Jo rolled over, returning to her previous seated position. While he retrieved his shirt, she watched him, getting a long last look, watching his back muscles move as he put it back on.
"To be continued," he pressed a final kiss to her lips.
Though it pained him to leave, he turned around and slowly opened the door, peeking out. Coast was clear. He snuck out, closing the door behind himself and tiptoed back to his room.
Dean stepped inside slowly and silently shutting his bedroom door, and letting out a sigh of relief.
Ellen stepped out of the bathroom and spotted Jo's light on underneath her door. She knocked before slowly pushing it open, "What are you doing up?"
"Just reading..." Jo picked her book back up as soon as she heard her mother coming. She kept her face buried in it, so she couldn't show any signs that she was lying. Or that her cheeks were flushed.
"Okay.. Lights out soon, though. It's late."
"I will, mom. After this chapter."
Jo set the book aside as soon as her mother left. She couldn't read now if she wanted to. In all honesty her blood was still pumping from Dean's visit, focusing on anything else was impossible.
If her mother hadn't gotten up... Well, it was pretty clear where things were heading. But for the first time the idea didn't completely scare her. It still did, but part of her actually wanted to.