sleepless

this is my first fanfic. please be patient! it has not been betaed. any concrit, ideas, reviews will be really appreciated.

*thoughts*


Dean woke and winced as he tried to rearrange himself on the easy chair, it was like trying to sleep in the impala. The soft glow of a light shone from behind him and his head snapped round as he reached for his weapons bag. He relaxed as he saw jo, bent over her hunt compliations of timelines and maps, twirling a knife aimlessly in her right hand.

He took the opportunity to study her whilst she was at ease. She was always on guard when people were about, defensive and quickwitted. truth be told she reminded him a little of himself in that way. but she had a sliver of innocence left, a naivety that he hadn't had for years. He had to admit he'd been impressed with the balls she'd shown coming out here. all the trails she'd left and the way she'd manouvered her way into the apartment. hell she even shook off that ceepy landlord by introducing him as her boyfriend...that certainly did take guts! It had been a long time since anyone had ever called him that even if it was just for appearances and he smiled to himself. He got his own back with that swift slap on her ass though...

"can't sleep?" he asked softly, leaning over the back of the chair.

Jo jumped, her thoughts interrupted, then gave him a dagger stare.

"just going over everything" she sighed tiredly


"you know, you need to rest up if you're serious about helping us find this thing. not to mention you don't get any sleep you're gonna make yourself an easy target blondie"

"youre not my protector dean" she scowled petulantly

"hey...anyone on my team's got my back and i've got their's, you want part of this lifestyle you better learn that. You've gotta be ready for anything"

jo sat back on the stool and lifted her eyyes to dean's, her defences put away for now.

"that's why i'm going over all this again...i need to make sure i didnt miss anything"

dean sighed and rose from the chair, grabbing his bag

"fine then ...if you think that i'm gonna let that comfy bed go to waste you must be dreaming..." he strolled into the room, jo smiling ruefully at him as he passed her.

Glancing at the bedside clock he noted it was only midnight...she'd probably still get a few hours if she wanted to. Dean threw his bag to the floor and out of habit withdrew his knife sliding it under the pillow in case of emergency.. He stipped down to his boxers and tshirt before sliding between the sheets.

dean heard the door creak an hour or so later, and reached under his pillow, weapon ready. Jo saw the movement in the dark and switched on the lamp on the bedside table.

"what's wrong? you ok?" dean immediately sat up on alert.

"nothing i'm fine...just following your advice...getting some sleep"

"oh...well give me a sec to dress and you can have your bed back then"

"nah..it's cool.just move over"

dean cocked his eyebrow at her then raised his hand in surrender, shifting over the opposite side of the bed, making a show out of adjusting the pillow and turning away from her.

"dean...?" her voice broke the silence a few moments later

"yeah...?"he responded not daring to move

He felt her hand on his shoulder and he turned his head over his shoulder to face her in the soft light of the lamp.

"thanks"

"for what?" he asked looking deep into her dark brown eyes

"everything...covering for me, protecting me, even being chivalrous..."

dean chuckled at that.

"you're welcome" he said with his best grin.

Then she bent down and kissed his lips softly.

dean pulled back and let out a reluctant sigh..."jo..you shouldn't be doing that..."

jo stopped him speaking with another kiss increasing the pressure, her tongue demanding access to his mouth. She rolled him towards her with the hand on his shoulder and leaned in against him, feeling him give into the kiss. He sighed again not knowing what to do as she pulled away

**upstairs brain or downstairs brain dean?**

"your mom would kick my ass if she saw us right now you know?"

"huh.....yeah, so would your dad...you usually talk about a girl's parents in bed?"

Jo swung her leg over dean so he was lying flat on his back and she was straddling him. She leaned down kissing him more fiercely, egging him on and running her nails down his toned arms

**okay....downstairs brain it is**

Dean grabbed the back of the temptress' head possessively pulling her closer to him, determined to give as good as he got. HIs other hand slipped under her blouse pulling her hips towards him.

Jo smiled as she began to make her way down his neck nipping at the column of is throat. She worked his t-shirt up and over his head, smiling in appreciation at his muscular torso and licking her lips unconsciously. She shed her own top in a similar fashion and refocused on kissing the man beneath her.

Dean's hand cupped her demin clad ass, as the other ran down her spine, expertly unsnapping her bra and throwing it to the floor. He'd decided he'd had enough of this chick running the show and flipped her over landing on her back on the mattress with a soft thud. Dean gave her one of his infamous smiles then undid her jeans pulling htem down her legs swiftly. Positioning himself over her, he kissed her with even more passion than she had kissed him, bruising her lips with his. Dean liked this girl's style, but he didn't like the idea that she thought she could out-do him, or that she thought she thought she was the dominant one.

He kissed his way down to her breasts taking a nipple into his mouth and teaasing it relentlessly with his tongue and lips. Jo maoned at that and he felt smug to see she wasn't controlling herself so well now at least. He took it further by biting the pink bud gently, moving his hand down and stroking the damp fabric of her boxer briefs. She keened, bucking her hips towards his, the fabric getting wetter with each stroke. He moved to the other nipple giving it the same attention. Finally he roughly pulled the underwear over her thighs and pulled her legs towards him, spreading them wide and hitching them over his shoulders crudely. SHe blushed then and for a moment she looked 'cute'as he bent his mouth down to her exposed cunt. Fuck she was so wet. Dean lapped at the juices on her thighs before sweeping his tongue slowly from her ass straight to her clit.

"oh god...dean" jo breathlessly groaned

Dean smirked



**oh yeah....i still got it**

He repeated the movement a few times before curling his tongue inside of her, sucking at her cunt and smearing her cum around his mouth. when she was close he turned his attention back to her clit, sucking into his mouth and biting it gently between his blunt teeth. SHe came hard babbling as dean bought her down slowly, lapping at her heat. Sitting back on his heels he purposefuly wiped his mouth and sucked on his fingers smugly grinning down at her.

jo glared up at him, realizing he had got the upper hand in this battle. She pushed him back forcefully on the matress and stripped him of his boxers, straddling him once more. Dean laughed softly at the determined look on her face.

**damn....she realy is a pistol**

Jo pulled his torso up towards him so they were sitting face to face with her in his lap. She kissed him roughly again tasting herself on his tongue. She kneaded the muscle on his back as he held her head, one hand tangled in her blonde locks, the other on her hip. He didn't want to be the first to give in and pull her onto his cock...he wanted her to lose control and do it herself. Jo's small hand came down to stroke him and he was surprised to find the touch gentle and hesitant, in contrast to the rest of their encounter, as if she was unsure how much pressure to apply. She wriggled against him and he could feel her slippery juices sliding against his cock and down his balls and he couldn't help but moan. He still refused to move her.

"dean...." she said looking him in the eye sternly

"jo..." he replied nonchalantly

She pulled herself up slightly and stared into his smug green eyes

"this gonna hurt?' she asked cocking one eyebrow but showing no other emotion.

"huh..?" dean looked back at her unsure what she was meaning until he saw a hint of apprehension sweep across her features for the briefest of seconds...his face fell, the self satisfaction replaced by shock

" shit....oh god....what the fuck...you're a virgin??..oh my god...this is not meant to be ike this...fuck..." He pulled back from her feeling guilty and not knowing whre the hell to go from here

jo set her chin up determined, anger flashed in her eyes briefly. She rose her eyebrows defiantly and impaled herself in one swift movement......

"fuck..." yelled dean in surprise. She felt amazing around him...so very tight ...so wet....he was sure he was going to hell for this but she felt so goddamned good

Jo started a little as she pushed down on to him, but it soon faded to a dull ache in the pit of her stomach, and she began to slide herself up and down on dean's cock, creating a quick rhythm. Dean gave in and kissed her hard, all tongue and teeth, his hands sliding all over her golden skin. He finally pinched her clit sending her over the edge arching her body backwards, displaying it to his appreciative eyes as he thrust into her deeply spilling himself deep inside her clenching walls.

They stayed that way for a moment neither knowing what to say. Jo moved first. Flashing dean a self satified smile over her shoulder as she walked to the bathroom. she returned moments later and slid into the oppisite sde of the bed switching the lamp off. Dean shook his head wondering what the fuck had just happened..had he been used? He grabbed his clothes and headed back out the kitchen, eyes gazing over the maps and notes about their hunt.

Sam and jo found him in the same position a few hours later.

"you okay dean" asked sam noticing the darkness under his brother's eyes. Jo just smiled from behind him.

"yeah...."replied dean,"couldn't sleep"