Five Times Jo Harvelle Never Kissed a
Prompt 1: Jo; Evil
“You gotta pick, Dean. Me or him.” Jo has a knife to Sam’s throat. With the
demon inside her, she’s as strong as ten men. Bruised and weakened, Sam is
bound to the chair with his hands and legs tied to wood. Jo brings the blade
closer to Sam’s neck. Her black eyes glare at Dean. “What’s your choice?”
Dean licks his lips, keep his gun drawn, and looks from Jo to Sam. The choice
is obvious--it’s Sammy, but either way, the demon’s going to win.
“Fine. I’ll make it for you.” Jo skims her lips across Sam’s purple cheek and
kisses him on the lips. The knife nicks Sam’s neck.
The sight of blood is enough to make Dean fire his gun.
Prompt 2: Dean; hiccup
Dean’s out of ideas, but Jo says she has one that he hasn’t tried yet.
“What?” he asks as he hiccups for the millionth time that hour.
She grins. “Kiss me.”
He’s already tried holding his breath, drinking water, drinking booze, counting
to a hundred--he even had Sam try to scare him by showing him a picture of
Britney Spears’s bald head. Nothing had worked.
“I’m not going to kiss you,” he says.
Hic.
“You don’t really have that many options,” she says, still smiling.
Hic.
“Well, I’m glad you find this--” Hic “--so damn funny.”
“Come here.” And she grabs him by the collar of his jacket and plants a wet one
on him. Tongue and everything. When she pulls away, he’s a little stunned,
speechless actually.
“Do you hear that?” Jo says.
He finds his voice. “Hear what?”
She taps his nose. “Exactly.”
Prompt 3: Sam/Jo; valentine
Jo’s drowning in chocolate. She picks up a piece of candy from the middle of
the red heart-shaped box and bites into a caramel center.
“How about sharing?” Sam joins her, puts an arm around her shoulder. “I like
cherries.”
She smiles, raises an eyebrow. “You do, huh?” She finds the chocolate covered
cherry and places it in between his lips. He takes a bites and spits out the
stem.
“So, you like the candy?” Sam asks.
Jo likes that he’s nervous. It’s their first Valentine together, after all.
“Yes,” she says. “It’s very romantic.”
Sam lets out a sigh of relief. “Good.”
Jo sorts through the box of candy again. She could get used to being spoiled
like this. As she reaches for another piece of chocolate, Sam swipes it from
her.
“Hey, I was going to eat that,” she says.
“Well, come and get it.” He puts the candy in his mouth, leaving about half of
it dangling from bottom lip.
“You asked for it.” She leans over and places her mouth over Sam’s, biting into
the candy. Mint. She chews and smiles against Sam’s mouth, leaving her lips
against his. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Prompt 4: Dean; curled and Dean/Jo; Value
They’re laying in bed together, legs entwined and chests touching.
Dean listens to Jo breathe.
It feels good.
He curls his hand under her chin, lifts it until they’re eye to eye. He lowers
his head, places his mouth against hers, kisses her softly. She sighs.
A knock comes from the closed door.
“Hey, Dean, it’s time to go,” Sam says on the other side.
Dean keeps his hands where they are, his lips where they are.
His little brother is going to have to wait a few minutes longer.
Prompt 5: John; sanctuary
The entire bar is filled with laughter and loud chatter. John sits at a table
surrounded with a gang of hunters. Bill Harvelle is one of them. Good guy. Good
hardworking guy.
The door to the bar slams.
“William Anthony Harvelle.” His wife, Ellen, stands at the entrance with her
hands on her hips. Her eyes are narrowed, her lips pursed.
The group of men let out a collective “Ohhh...”
Someone’s in trouble.
Bill puts on his baseball cap and follows Ellen outside, head lowered. John
follows to play back-up.
Outside, Ellen leads her husband to a parked four-door car. In the back is a
car seat with a bubbly blond-haired, brown-eyed girl.
“How’s Joanna doing?” John asks Ellen.
Ellen scoops the baby up. “She misses her father.”
Bill kisses her girls. “And I missed her too.”
“How about taking a break, guys?” Ellen asks. “What about you, John? I’m sure
Dean and Sam would want to see more of you.”
She’s right. John hates leaving the boys behind when he goes on long hunts.
But, Bill answers for them.
“You know how it is, hon,” he says. “There’s only one thing that’s going to
stop a hunter from hunting, and that’s when he’s six feet under.”
John gives Ellen a look like he wants to apologize. Not having Mary in his life
is his hell on Earth. No one deserves that.
The baby gurgles and holds up her chubby hands to John. She’s about Sam’s size
and age. His heart aches at the comparison.
“You wanna hold her?” Ellen asks.
He takes Joanna from her mother and smiles at the scent of baby power and the
touch of soft skin. Joanna grins, drools, and presses her mouth against John’s
prickly cheek.
“She’s a sweet girl,” John says.
“Joanna’s gonna end up marrying your Sammy, isn’t that right, Ellen?” Bill
says.
“My daughter is not marrying no hunter’s son,” Ellen says.
John and Bill get a laugh out of that.
Bill looks up at the bar. “Hey, hon. How about we get a place like this? A bar?
You know, just for hunters.”
“That is a stupid idea,” Ellen says.
John shrugs. “Doesn’t sound so bad. A hunter always needs some kind of
sanctuary.”
Joanna lets out high-pitched squeal.
“See,” John says, smiling at the baby. “Jo agrees with me.”
Ellen and Bill shake their heads.
“Jo,” they mutter.