Theme: Double life, Coffee Shop
Pairing: Dean/Jo – Spn
Story background: AU. Dean & Jo are good friends who share almost anything
with each other. Anything except, of course, who they are once the sun sets.
Denver, Colorado.
“You look…tired.” Dean said, casting a worried glance over
Jo as she entered the café they were meeting in. She took a seat opposite Dean,
resting her bag and other belongings on the chair next to her.
“Subtle. You always this nice to girls?” She asked. Dean simply smirked in
response.
“Another late night at the office? I’m pretty sure those asshats don’t pay you
enough.” He replied, breaking a slice of the fresh pie he’d ordered. But before
he could take a bite of it, his phone went off. He looked at the screen more
out of habit than necessity. It was usually the same person who called him:
Sam. He clicked ‘answer’, then put the phone to his ear.
“I’m guessing you ain’t calling to check up on me.” He said sarcastically.
“There’s more of them than we thought. And that isn’t even the worst part.” Sam
said, his voice hushed.
“It gets worse? Awesome. Must be Tuesday. What else?” Dean asked, sliding his
plate over to Jo as she gave him a quizzical look.
“Well apart from the Colt, iron’s the only thing that kills them. So far, only
iron weapon of ours is a couple of hunting knives. We can’t get close enough to
these things to use them. And according to the lore, any other method of taking
them out’s just gonna have them resurrect before we’re even outta town.” Sam
replied, flipping over a page in the large book he was reading.
Dean raised a hand to his temple and lowered his voice; “Bobby might have some
ideas, I’ll give him a call then meet you back at the room.” he said, clicking
his phone shut. “Sorry, kiddo. Looks like duty calls.”
“You barely even touched your pie…” Jo began.
“Maybe next time.” He responded, casting a sad look at the untouched slice.
He threw a few dollar notes on the table, kissed the top of Jo’s head, and left
the restaurant, already dialing Bobby’s number.
“Took ya long enough to land yourselves in trouble. What do you need?” Bobby’s
voice was rushed. His tone implying he needed to get to the point quickly.
“Yeah, we missed you too, Bobby. Hey, you feeling creative? Sam and I need some
ideas on how to kill a Phoenix. Or 2. Or..you know, a whole nest.” Dean
replied, opening the door of the Impala and getting in.
“How the hell d’you idjits manage to find so many? There usually ain’t more than
a couple alive at one time? A whole nest?
I’ll be damned.” Bobby replied, shaking his head.
“Just our luck, eh? What do you got for us?”
“Well, I’m guessin’ you two already thought of iron. A phoenix does have one
more weakness: water. Pretty hard to incinerate som’in when you’re wet y’know?”
“Water. Course. Thanks, Bobby”
“If there’s a nest gathering in one place, it can only mean bad. You boys keep
an eye out y’hear?”
Dean sighed as he assured Bobby that they always do. He put down the phone and
started his car, moving his hands to the steering wheel but not beginning to
drive. He turned to his right and saw Jo leave the café. He watched her until
she got into a cab and sped off in the opposite direction he was meant to go.
Briefly, he considered driving after her. Forgetting his responsibilities as a
hunter and just spending an afternoon with one of the few girls that actually
put up with his crap. He caught himself wishing this wasn’t the kind of life
they had to lead. But it was. And he was just wasting his time thinking
otherwise. He shook his head to snap himself out of those thoughts and hit the
accelerator, turning the radio up extra loud as he did so, to drown out reality
for a few minutes.
Dean shut the motel door behind him as he walked into his
room. Sam was poring over 3 or 4 books and the silent hum of his laptop was
matched by the scratching of his pen as he took down a note from one of the
books.
“Well, geez, don’t have too much fun. You know you need to work sometime,
right?” Dean said sarcastically, dropping out of his coat and heading to the
kitchen for a beer.
“I got nothing.” Sam said, dropping his pen onto the notebook and reclining in
his chair.
“That makes one of us.” Dean said, opening two bottles of beer and offering one
to Sam, who gladly accepted it.
Dean explained what Bobby had told him and the two of them began to come up
with a plan to raid the Phoenix nest.
“I’m back!” Jo shouted as she entered the house, running
a finger through her hair as she scanned the living room for signs that her
mother was home.
“About damn time. We’ve got work to do, grab your stuff.” Ellen said, gesturing at the bag of weapons
by the door. It had taken much convincing for Ellen to finally let Jo become a
hunter. Once she realized how stubborn her daughter was, she figured she didn’t
have much choice in the matter. Her only
condition was that Jo couldn’t hunt solo. They’d have to go together.
The car ride was longer than Jo had expected. She glanced at her watch a few
times, wondering why she even bothered making an effort to see Dean. It always
ended the same way. He’d get some mysterious phone call, pay the bill, and
leave before she’d gotten the chance to really talk to him. She thought the back to the one time he actually stuck
around. Their jobs had somehow brought them to the same city and they decided
to make the most of the opportunity. They met for dinner, stopped for drinks
afterward, and even shared a kiss. It was perfect. She knew
better than to get involved with someone though, her line of work meant her
life was in danger. And there was no way she could risk doing the same to his.
Suddenly, Ellen’s sharp voice cut her daydreaming short. “Well, this is the
place. Are you good?” She asked, with a concerned expression.
“Always am.” Jo replied quickly, taking a gun out of her weapon case and
packing in two round of ammo.
Dean tested the door handle and found it was unlocked. He slowly opened it and
allowed his eyes to skim the room. Empty, except for a few pieces of dusty old
furniture, a piano covered in cobwebs, and a couple of coats thrown onto the
dining table chairs surrounding an oak table placed in the center of the room.
He motioned for Sam to follow him as they took out their guns and adopted
defensive postures, quietly making their way through the house.
Ellen finally heard a clicking sound, which meant she’d successfully picked the
back door’s lock. She slid the pin back into her pocket and gingerly pushed the
door open, staring down a long corridor, with one room at the furthest end. As
she shut the door once Jo entered, she heard voices that sounded as though they
were coming from upstairs.
“This way.” She called to Jo, who’d been fascinated by a mirror on the far end
of the wall, which seemed to reflect what looked like a piano in the last room.
She turned once she heard Ellen’s voice and slowly crept up the stairs behind
her.
Dean and Sam entered the kitchen. Empty pizza boxes lay on the table. Aside
from that, the place was spotless. A loud thud from the ceiling made them shift
their attention upwards. Dean led the way to a staircase they could reach
through a corridor. The two of them slowly walked up the stairs, guns out in
front of them, prepared to shoot anything that made a sudden movement. As they
reached the top of the stairs, they heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot.
They ran at full pace toward where the sound had come from, but stopped dead in
their tracks as 3 tall men came rushing out of a room, and quickly started
moving towards the brothers once they saw them.
“Crap. Go, I’ll hold them off!” Dean said quickly, firing two shots at the 3
figures.
Sam
began to rush downstairs to the kitchen, a box of matches held tightly in his
hand.
Dean narrowly escaped a stream of fire one of the Phoenixes aimed at him. He
was tackled to the floor by another, but rolled out of it and landed a few good
punches, dazing one of the men. But before he could turn around, he felt a hand
on his back and a sudden heat spread through him. No, it was more on him. His jacket turned to flames
instantly. He quickly got up and began to remove it but he was shoved
forcefully against the banister of the stairs, a Phoenix looking him right in
the eye as he slowly strangled the life out of Dean.
“Oh my God, Dean?!” a shrill voice came from behind the Phoenix, distracting
both men. Dean used that moment of distraction to land a punch on the man
holding him. He quickly threw off his jacket as he looked around for the source
of the noise. More gunshots were fired. He noticed a familiar looking woman
holding on to the weapon.
“What the…?” He mumbled, hardly believing his eyes. Just then, a stream of fire shot
straight at him and he dodged just in time. Just then, water began to pour down
like rain. ‘Finally.’ He thought to himself. Sam had set off the fire alarm,
drenching everyone in the house. The Phoenixes no longer had an advantage,
their powers were useless in these conditions! Suddenly the two remaining men
charged at Dean and Jo with the fury of two bulls. Jo was tackled to the floor
while Dean was pushed up against a wall. He punched his captor into submission
before raising his iron-blade knife to the man’s temple. “Lights out, you son
of a bitch.” Dean said, driving the knife through his head. A loud scream
erupted and soon there was no more than a pile of ash left in the man’s place.
Jo seemed to follow suit, breaking out of the lock her Phoenix seem to have her
in. and putting a round of bullets into his chest until he slowly turned to ash
as well. She looked up at Dean, breathing heavily, her heart still racing from
the fight. He looked confused to see her.
“You better have some solid explanation for being here.” He said, offering her
his hand, to help her up. She took it, got up, and moved closer to him.
“You first.” She said, returning his confused gaze.
“You…you’re…a hunter?” He asked,
emphasizing that last word.
“And assuming you didn’t walk in here by accident, I guess you are too.” She replied,
her face breaking into a slow smile.
He didn’t bother reciprocating her smile, he just pulled her to him and wrapped
his arms around her. She felt herself sink into his embrace, moving her hand
upto the back of his neck, and playing with the lower strands of his hair. He pulled
his face from her shoulder and looked into her eyes, letting his thumb trace
her cheek. She decided to close the small distance between their faces and
kissed his lips, gently at first but progressively harder. He matched her every
move, letting his hands slowly fall to her waist.
“The hell is going on here?!” Ellen’s voice called from behind, abruptly ending
the moment they’d just shared. They both pulled apart instantly and avoided eye
contact.
“We were just…uh…” Dean began, but Sam cut in.
“They finally figured each other out. Took ‘em long enough.”
Dean shot him a quizzical look. “You knew?!”
“How do you think we ended up in the same city so often, Dean?”
“Wait a minute, are you telling me your brother’s got a thing for my daughter?”
Ellen asked, glaring at Sam.
“Well, um…” This time it was Sam’s turn to stutter.
Few days later.
Dean heard a knock on the door of his motel room and got up
to check it out. He opened it to find the small frame of a blonde girl holding
up a packet.
“Pie?” She asked, with a sly grin.
“Like I'd ever refuse.” He said, taking the bag from her,
and motioning for her to come inside.
END! =)
