Fic: Bucket of Rain
Mar. 16th, 2011 11:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amoureux_politiqueTitle: Bucket of Rain
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lucklessforhim
Rating: PG-13, Language.
Word Count: 766
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Summary: Somewhere in middle America...it's the heart that matters more.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters and I am making no money writing this. It's just for fun.
Note: BONUS installment of my post-BUABS series with Jo on the road with the Boys. Title and summary taken from "Omaha" by Counting Crows. (Full disclosure: I'm not convinced it fits, but I'm too tired to think of anything else right now.) BIG thank you todivided_poet for all her help and my craziness.
Please, read and tell me what you think! ♥
Catch up on the series...
Count Me In: HERE.
Just Keep Driving: HERE.
Still Here: HERE.
Then I See You: HERE.
The first time it happened was after a particularly long hunt. Dean had just sighed and told the clerk, "One double room."
Then, 20 minutes later, when Jo was settled in the bed furthest from the door, and Sam had just left to shower now that it was finally his turn, Dean climbed into bed next her. All the warning she got had been a rough mumble of, "This alright?" like it didn't matter what her answer was. Then his arm was around her waist, leaving her with just enough room to roll in her sleep if she wanted, and he was deep asleep.
After that night, if they got two rooms, Dean went with her. Their day-to-day interactions and working relationship didn't really change. Except now she and Dean had sex more days a week than not.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Jo couldn't stand living in limbo like this. Not knowing what was going to be happening from one day to the next where her job is concerned, is one thing. Dean going hot and cold on her is something entirely different. Emotional bullshit is distracting, and with what they do for a living, dangerous.
When it started, it was all so simple. They both told themselves it was nothing more than mutual need fulfillment. It was easy to get a room between hunts and just fuck each other's brains out. But somewhere between then and here, Jo relinquished something she hadn't meant to let go of.
Dean was the one calling all the shots. She never knew what was going to happen until she heard him say, "Double room," or "Two rooms, singles."
Why does he get to decide when she has sex with him?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Sam and Dean were sitting around a table at a rundown bar in Texas. Sam was talking about...something...while Dean was watching Jo chat up the bartender. She smiled softly and when the guy leaned forward to whisper something in her ear, Dean nearly jumped out of his chair.
"Dude," Sam said, giving him a look.
"What?" Dean asked, rolling his shoulders, trying to pull his eyes away from Jo at the bar.
She bit her full lower lip, smiling, as the clearly star-struck bartender slid a beer across the bar to her. Hopping off the stool and walking back to the table she called over her shoulder, "Thanks, Justin!"
"Have fun?" Dean asked tersely as she sat down next to him.
"You startin' your period soon, sweetie?" she asked, unconcerned at his tone, raising the amber bottle to her lips.
"Funny girl," he remarked, rolling his eyes.
"Well, I certainly think so," she said, shrugging and sharing a smile with Sam.
Dean reached over and snatched the beer off the table in front of her. After he drained about half of what was left, he set the bottle down in front of him, keeping one hand wrapped around the base.
"Hey! Get your own. I worked hard for that beer," Jo complained from the stool next to his.
"No, you acted like a slut for this beer. Difference," he snapped back at her before drinking another quarter of the bottle, making it clear that he didn't intend on giving it back to her.
"I hate you," she said, stone-faced, before she pushed her ass off the stool and trudged back over to the bar.
Dean turned to watch her walk away and Sam looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" Dean snapped.
"Nothin', man," Sam chuckled.
Dean looked over his shoulder, finding Jo in the crowded room. She was back at the bar, picking up another round. He watched her really turn on the charm, bending over the edge of the bar so the guy could get a good look at her cleavage, laughing at everything the guy said, twirling a cherry stem between her teeth.
But then he saw her body stiffen and the bartender had one hand wrapped tight around her wrist, his knuckles white. In that moment Dean felt both worried and vindicated. He fucking knew something like this was going to happen, he could feel it in his bones.
His head was telling him that she was fine. Girl could clearly handle herself. And even if she was in over her head, she would tell him if she needed help. (It took a while but she had finally been purged of that stubborn-as-all-hell streak she had. Well, mostly.) Point is, his head knew that there was no reason for him to charge over there and break the dude's nose.
Except.
That's what ended up happening.
Oops.
The End.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Note 2: I am heartbroken watching the news from Japan. I have some fanfiction up for auction (at least 1000 words, higher word count for a higher bid) HERE at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
help_japan. Please, stop by and bid for a really good cause!
Thank you for reading! ♥
Author:
lucklessforhimRating: PG-13, Language.
Word Count: 766
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Summary: Somewhere in middle America...it's the heart that matters more.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters and I am making no money writing this. It's just for fun.
Note: BONUS installment of my post-BUABS series with Jo on the road with the Boys. Title and summary taken from "Omaha" by Counting Crows. (Full disclosure: I'm not convinced it fits, but I'm too tired to think of anything else right now.) BIG thank you to
divided_poet for all her help and my craziness. Please, read and tell me what you think! ♥
Catch up on the series...
Count Me In: HERE.
Just Keep Driving: HERE.
Still Here: HERE.
Then I See You: HERE.
The first time it happened was after a particularly long hunt. Dean had just sighed and told the clerk, "One double room."
Then, 20 minutes later, when Jo was settled in the bed furthest from the door, and Sam had just left to shower now that it was finally his turn, Dean climbed into bed next her. All the warning she got had been a rough mumble of, "This alright?" like it didn't matter what her answer was. Then his arm was around her waist, leaving her with just enough room to roll in her sleep if she wanted, and he was deep asleep.
After that night, if they got two rooms, Dean went with her. Their day-to-day interactions and working relationship didn't really change. Except now she and Dean had sex more days a week than not.
Jo couldn't stand living in limbo like this. Not knowing what was going to be happening from one day to the next where her job is concerned, is one thing. Dean going hot and cold on her is something entirely different. Emotional bullshit is distracting, and with what they do for a living, dangerous.
When it started, it was all so simple. They both told themselves it was nothing more than mutual need fulfillment. It was easy to get a room between hunts and just fuck each other's brains out. But somewhere between then and here, Jo relinquished something she hadn't meant to let go of.
Dean was the one calling all the shots. She never knew what was going to happen until she heard him say, "Double room," or "Two rooms, singles."
Why does he get to decide when she has sex with him?
Sam and Dean were sitting around a table at a rundown bar in Texas. Sam was talking about...something...while Dean was watching Jo chat up the bartender. She smiled softly and when the guy leaned forward to whisper something in her ear, Dean nearly jumped out of his chair.
"Dude," Sam said, giving him a look.
"What?" Dean asked, rolling his shoulders, trying to pull his eyes away from Jo at the bar.
She bit her full lower lip, smiling, as the clearly star-struck bartender slid a beer across the bar to her. Hopping off the stool and walking back to the table she called over her shoulder, "Thanks, Justin!"
"Have fun?" Dean asked tersely as she sat down next to him.
"You startin' your period soon, sweetie?" she asked, unconcerned at his tone, raising the amber bottle to her lips.
"Funny girl," he remarked, rolling his eyes.
"Well, I certainly think so," she said, shrugging and sharing a smile with Sam.
Dean reached over and snatched the beer off the table in front of her. After he drained about half of what was left, he set the bottle down in front of him, keeping one hand wrapped around the base.
"Hey! Get your own. I worked hard for that beer," Jo complained from the stool next to his.
"No, you acted like a slut for this beer. Difference," he snapped back at her before drinking another quarter of the bottle, making it clear that he didn't intend on giving it back to her.
"I hate you," she said, stone-faced, before she pushed her ass off the stool and trudged back over to the bar.
Dean turned to watch her walk away and Sam looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" Dean snapped.
"Nothin', man," Sam chuckled.
Dean looked over his shoulder, finding Jo in the crowded room. She was back at the bar, picking up another round. He watched her really turn on the charm, bending over the edge of the bar so the guy could get a good look at her cleavage, laughing at everything the guy said, twirling a cherry stem between her teeth.
But then he saw her body stiffen and the bartender had one hand wrapped tight around her wrist, his knuckles white. In that moment Dean felt both worried and vindicated. He fucking knew something like this was going to happen, he could feel it in his bones.
His head was telling him that she was fine. Girl could clearly handle herself. And even if she was in over her head, she would tell him if she needed help. (It took a while but she had finally been purged of that stubborn-as-all-hell streak she had. Well, mostly.) Point is, his head knew that there was no reason for him to charge over there and break the dude's nose.
Except.
That's what ended up happening.
Oops.
The End.
Note 2: I am heartbroken watching the news from Japan. I have some fanfiction up for auction (at least 1000 words, higher word count for a higher bid) HERE at
help_japan. Please, stop by and bid for a really good cause! Thank you for reading! ♥
