The rain poured down, soaking through layers of clothes until they were both drenched to the skin. Dean couldn’t care less. He had Jo in his arms, her mouth hot and wet under his. Her hands were wriggling up under his shirts to run over his back, fingers cold against his skin. Dean ignored it. There was only the hard press of their mouths together, the feel of Jo’s breasts crushed against his chest and the taste of a kiss that wasn’t of blood, what could have beens and death.
Jo had somehow been given an Winchester miracle and been brought back by a new god seeking Dean’s love and adoration. Dean would deal with Castiel later. After he’d gotten enough of Jo’s kisses.
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Dean/Jo
Date: 2011-09-08 12:37 am (UTC)Jo had somehow been given an Winchester miracle and been brought back by a new god seeking Dean’s love and adoration. Dean would deal with Castiel later. After he’d gotten enough of Jo’s kisses.