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It was quarter to 12am, Jo was at her desk, finishing the last bit of her homework. Trying to, anyway, at this point the words seemed like a whole other language. She groaned into her calculus textbook, and cursed herself for ever signing up for the class. Sure, the standard math class became too easy for her, but this was sheer torture.
A sudden knock at her window pulled her out of her thoughts. She pushed herself away from her desk, and stood to go open the window.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were coming on Friday."
"I am," Dean said, as he climbed through the window and into her room, "But I figured you'd have nothing better to do on a Tuesday night." He teased, and flashed her a smile.
"Well, I'm not the one who came all the way over here and climbed up to a second story window for no reason, so which one of us had nothing better to do?" Jo retorted.
"That's fair." He said, between a laugh.
"Seriously, though.. is everything okay?"
Dean shrugged, "Yeah, just... bad day."
Jo grabbed his hand and lead him to her bed, where they both sat. "What happened?"
"It's stupid.. forget I said anything."
"Tell me."
He let out a sigh, and laid on his back. "I got my report card today."
Jo mirrored him, and turned so she was facing him. "And?"
"And I got a D on everything except my English class, which I failed."
"Well.. It's not that bad, you still have time to make it up!"
"I guess.." He sighed, "I told my dad it hadn't come yet. He's not gonna care if I can make it up, all he's going to focus on is how bad it is now."
"Oh.."
"Yeah."
"Maybe I can tutor you. You're so smart, Dean. I think you just need help to catch up." She placed a hand on his bicep and smiled at him.
Dean smiled, turned on his side, and pulled Jo close to meet their lips. He caressed her cheek then made his way to tangle his hand in her hair. Their lips mingled in a soft, tender dance, and the world slipped away from them. Her lips tasted like vanilla chapstick, and Jo could tell he'd had beer earlier.
They stayed like this for awhile, until Jo pulled away. She pushed Dean's chest lightly so he laid on his back, and she cuddled against his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, and Jo sighed, "I wish you could stay all night.." She said as she drew invisible shapes in the fabric of his cotton shirt.
Dean chuckles, "Yeah me too, except I don't want to wake up dead, brutally murdered by your mom."
"Drama queen. What's the worst that could happen? She'd call your dad."
"Oh god, I'd rather she'd kill me."
"Again. Dramatic."
"I wish I was being dramatic," He stated, with a slight smirk on his face, which faded as he turned his gaze away from her and up at the ceiling.
Dean could see in his peripheral vision that she was staring at him, and after a moment she asked, "What's so bad about your dad?"
A long silence followed her question. "Can we talk about something else?" He asked finally, without looking over at her.
His voice was low and soft now, and a small pit grew in Jo's stomach, she wished she had just left him alone. "Do you wanna watch a movie?"
Dean sat up with his elbows and flashed her a smirk, "Only if I get to pick."
"Go for it. Nothing too loud, though. Unless you want to get murdered." She teased, and he laughed, pushed himself off the bed, and sat in front of her tv where she kept her movies.
"Oh god, Jo, Footloose?" He said, holding the movie up and looking back at her incredulously.
"Shut up! It's a good movie!" She protested, and he rolled his eyes in response and continued rifling through her collection.
They eventually decided on The Breakfast Club, both sat with their backs against the headboard, and hands intertwined as they watched.
Not even 20 minutes in, Jo was nodding off against his shoulder. Dean smiled, and placed a soft kiss on her temple. She stirred, fluttering her eyes open and gazing up at him, "Did I fall asleep?"
"Yeah... you looked pretty cute, though." Jo was a little surprised by his remark, he was probably too tired to say something sarcastic instead, she thought. "I should go. You need your sleep."
"No, no, I'm fine. Stay."
"Jo." His stare mimicked her mother when she refused to do a chore.
"Fine..." She conceded and he planted a soft kiss on her lips before he pushed himself off the bed, "See you tomorrow," Dean flashed her a smirk before he clambered out her window.
Jo met her mother in the kitchen for breakfast the next morning.
"Good morning," Her mother greeted.
Butterflies swarmed in her stomach at the thought of actually asking but she took a deep breath and went ahead anyway. "Hey, mom?"
"Yes, sweetheart?" Ellen answered, without turning away from the meal she was preparing.
"Um... I was wondering if Dean Winchester could come over after school."
Ellen turned down the burner and turned to her, "Why?"
"I was going to tutor him... Kinda already told him I would..."
Her mother sighed, "You shouldn't have promised that, Jo. You know how I feel about them."
"I know how you feel about John but you don't know anything about Dean."
"I know plenty about him, and I don't think you should hang around him. He's a bad influence."
Jo exhaled, "What exactly makes him a bad influence?" She said, air quotes surrounding 'bad influence.'
"Let's see, he drinks, he goes through girlfriends like they're tic tacs; and I use the word 'girlfriend' generously, he's been arrested on several occaisions, need I go on?" Ellen argued, her hands fixed on her hips.
Anger boiled in Jo's chest, "He's not as bad as you make him out to be!" She shouted.
"Don't you yell at me, Joanna." She said, her voice hard and stern. "And since when are you best friends with Dean Winchester?"
"I gotta go." Jo grabbed her backpack and shoved her feet in her shoes, before she slammed the front door behind her.
When Jo arrived at school, she made a beeline to her locker, where she found her boyfriend leaning against, waiting for her.
"Hey." She greeted flatly as she began to unlock the combination.
"Are you okay?" He pushed himself forward and turned to her, placing a hand on her back.
"No." She grabbed her books before closing her locker and making her way down the hall, Dean followed suit.
"What happened?"
"I tried to ask my mom if you could come over after school so I could tutor you."
"What did she say?"
"She's being really unfair. She said you're a 'bad influence' and I shouldn't hang around you."
Dean shoved his hands in his pockets, "Oh.."
Jo exhaled, "Do you want to meet in the library after school? We can study there."
"I can't today. I gotta take Sam to soccer practice."
She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the bell ringing, and they both went their separate ways to class.
Jo stepped inside her front door, shrugged her backpack off, and pulled off her shoes before making her way upstairs.
"Jo?" Her mother called from her bedroom, "Could you come here for a minute?"
She did as she was told, and met her mother in her room, where she was folding laundry.
"Jo... Can we talk about this morning?"
She sat on the bed shyly, unknowing of what to expect, "Okay.."
"Do you like him?"
"No." She defended, and her mother gave her an inquisitive look.
"You can tell me, I won't be mad."
Jo could hardly believe what she was hearing. "Yes.."
"Look... I get it. I was just like you when I was your age, the whole bad boy thing was very hot. But.. it'll only end in heartbreak, and I just don't want you getting hurt."
"He wouldn't do that, mom. He might get into trouble sometimes but he's a really good guy. He has a sweet heart." Jo explained, and her heart began to flutter at the thought that she might actually approve.
Ellen took a deep breath, "If you're really certain... then I guess tutoring him here wouldn't hurt."
Jo grinned widely, "Really?"
"Yes."
She pulled her mother in an embrace, "Thank you.."
Ellen smiled softly, wrapping her arms around Jo, "You really like him, don't you?"
"I don't know..." Jo pulled away from her, turning her head away to hide her blush. She wasn't used to talking to her mom about crushes. Especially when it came to Dean.
"Sweetheart..." Ellen placed a hand on her knee and Jo turned to her, "Just be careful, okay?"
"I will, mom."