A Chickadee Sighting
Theme: #1: "Look over
here"
Rating/Warnings: Teen,
due to minor sexiness.
Summary: Sam found them half an
hour later, lip-locked on a park bench like a couple of teenagers.
Their first kiss wasn't exactly glamorous, but Jo had given up the idea of glamour long ago. Their first kiss was accidental—Dean's lips mashed against Jo's face, half on her mouth, half on her cheek. He tripped, he claimed, and fell on her mouth.
She just raised one eyebrow the way he had taught her.
It was all her fault, he insisted. She was the one to gasp and point and call "Look! Look over here!" She told him that she was pointing to a little bird—a chickadee, if she wasn't mistaken, which was a rare sight in Colorado. He said he thought she was pointing to a demon.
She rolled her eyes and asked him what demon would be wandering around at noon in a crowded park?
He told her if she insisted on being difficult then he wouldn't take her on any jobs at all.
She informed him that he could try to leave her behind and see how far that got him. She took a deep breath, gearing up for a fight, but he cut her off with another kiss.
Their first kiss may have been a minor disaster, but their second was like something out of her secret nighttime fantasies. The kiss wasn't gentle like she had imagined. It was rough and harsh and demanded a response. Dean's kiss didn't take "no" for an answer, but that was fine with Jo because "no" had never been an option.
She remembered her first impression of him. She thought he was sweet and not too bright, but not seedy like the other hunters who rolled through the doors of her mother's saloon. She learned later that he was just as seedy as the other men, but that didn't stop her from dreaming about pulling him close by the collar of his leather jacket and devouring his mouth like a chocolate bar.
Sam found them half an hour later, lip-locked on a park bench like a couple of teenagers. He cleared his throat several times, but his brother showed no sign of slowing down. Sam heaved an exasperated sigh—he was an expert at those—and went back to the motel to do more research.
Dean and Jo wandered in just after dusk. Jo's face was flushed and Dean looked pleased with himself. The tips of their fingers were touching—it was as though each of them craved physical contact, but neither one wanted to commit to the image of holding hands.
Sam just shook his head and told them he thought he had found the demon—signs were cropping up in Sante Fe and they could make it there if they hurried. Dean flopped on the bed, and chucked a pillow at his brother.
He said they better get some sleep if they're going to high tail it to New Mexico tomorrow. He looked at Jo and asked if it was necessary to flip a coin for the bed.
Jo looked primmer than Sam would have expected from someone who came in less than an hour ago looking so disheveled and reminded Dean to behave. Sam just shook his head and turned out the lights.