Catching Up (Dean)

[Dean Winchester]

I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

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Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more.

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Dean had to admit that he hadn’t given much thought to the condition of Jo’s car when he had been driving he had been more concerned with getting her to the motel as fast as he could because of the fact that he had wanted her away from that bar, he knew that she wouldn’t have been impressed but now at least they where at the motel and not going to be chased down the streets by the police because of the fact that he had been trying to get Jo to the motel safely a bump or a scrape on the car would be nothing compared to what Ellen did to Dean if he had allowed Jo to get hurt in any manner of the word.

“Easy there princess the car still has all four doors and wheels on and I got you here safely so stop bitchin’” he said calmly he knew that wouldn’t help matters but he was more concerned with her arm right now than her feelings. After all if she was still alive to try and kill him later that was better than her being dead and not being able to do it in his mind so he could live with that if he was being honest.

“I could carry you.” He offered when she didn’t seem to be able to walk “after all you don’t weigh that much.”

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Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
Tag: None

[Jo Harvelle]

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Jo was still hanging off her car door as he legs seem to refuse to support her. ”My car should have only two doors, not four.” She snapped at him. Her arm hurt like hell, and she couldn’t seem to make it into her room under her own steam. Something she rather hated at the moment. And him calling her ‘princess’ didn’t help matters either. So the understatement of her being mad was true. She wasn’t mad, she was down right pissed. And then the way he said it, all calmly only had her glaring at him. She felt herself start to slip toward the ground, and she winced as she tried to keep herself up off the pavement.

“I could carry you. after all you don’t weigh that much.”

She couldn’t tell if he was trying to make her feel better by making that compliment on her weight, or if he was stating a fact. Either way, her temper was building and she glared at him. She was hurt, not able to walk on her own, and he seemed to stand there waiting on someone to bark orders out at him. She was slowly losing her patience, and it was starting to show. ”Dammit, Dean. Either do something or let me crawl to the door myself. Just don’t stand there!” She barked at him, as her grip left her and she fell straight to the ground with a thud. That which was of course accompanied with a string of curse words that would make a sailor blush.

Jo’s jaw twitched in angry frustration, as she tried to make her way on her own to the door of her room. She was sure she was looking pitiful as she did, and she suddenly found herself wanting to crawl into her bed sleep through the night, and leave in the morning for another town. Another hunt.

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_{STATUS: Done
TAGGED: Dean
WORDS: 315
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: Don’t get her too angry…
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

[Dean Winchester]

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Dean got that Jo could be pissed with him because of the fact that he might have scratched her car but that didn’t mean that he would want to put up with it, that was two very different things. however right now she was in no state to be able to make sure that she got inside on her own and that meant that it was on him to ensure that. Not that he had a problem with that as he was a nice guy and more to the point he was trying to help her and he would give her anything that he had thought that she would be needing if she asked for it.

When Jo snapped at him Dean bent down and picked her up with ease before grabbing his jacket and locking her car. Walking to the motel he opened the door and put her down on the bed softly.

“Happy?” he asked.

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TIME :: dunno
TAG :: Jo
WORDS :: 200
NOTES ::
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
CREDIT :: NICHOLE!!

[Jo Harvelle]

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Jo was indeed pissed, but not all at Dean. She was pissed because her day hasn’t been going great, and then when she went to the bar to unwind it took a turn for the worst. Sure, she was upset with him and his driving. He could have damaged her car, but then she knew deep down that he was perhaps a bit worried about her and her arm. The fact that she wanted to enjoy a few beers alone didn’t happen, and she was hounded by a group of local drunks was evident of that. That event was of course followed by the appearance of a demon that wanted her to accompany him somewhere, and that was just about her limit of not being able to relax. So when she didn’t get a chance to unwind from her day, was an understatement.

As soon as the blond hunter snapped at her self appointed bodyguard, she felt him put his arms under her and picked her up. She didn’t expect him to actually carry her inside, especially after she was so curt with him. She heard more than saw him get his jacket and lock her car before carrying her inside. She ended up wincing when he put her on the bed, even thought she could tell that he tried to do it easily.

”Happy?”

Jo winced again, and this time it had nothing to do with her arm. She could tell that he wasn’t exactly happy with her, just by the way he asked if she was happy. She instead sighed and closed her eyes. ”No, I’m not. My day was bad, and when I hoped to make it better by going to get a few beers it only got worse. Then when that demon showed up, it just got shot to Hell. I’m tired, in pain, and I just want to crawl into this bed and sleep it off.” She told him softly, not any of her snappiness in her voice now. Her eyes still closed, as if she didn’t want to let him see just how bad her day had been.

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TIME :: Evening
TAG :: Dean
WORDS :: 354
NOTES :: Truth…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: JO!!

[Dean Winchester]

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Dean had to admit that he hadn’t expected the response from Jo that he had gotten but at the same time he had to admit that it had been good to see that she wasn’t going to continue to be pissed that there might have been a scratch on her car, he would have rather have seen the car blow up when they had gotten out of it than to see actual harm to occur to Jo, Dean felt that it would be a fair assessment to see things that way. After all a car could be fixed or replaced a person on the other hand could not and he didn’t want to lose Jo so he would do anything to keep her safe, short of murder of course but even then he would consider it as he would have killed that guy even if he wasn’t a demon.

The way that she had spoken he had to admit that he didn’t think that she would be that open with him but at the same time he had been glad that she had, after all if they were going to try and get along the fact that he had saved her had been weighing heavily on his mind he had to admit that he was glad that he had ran into her as if it had been someone else they might not have been as fast to help her so the fact that it had been him made him feel a little better as he had been able to help her.

“Let’s just be glad that it was me that found you then, god knows what could have happened if it had been a guy that wanted to help but dint kow about demons.” He said “not that I am complaining I am just glad I was in the right place at the right time.”

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TIME :: night
TAG :: Jo
WORDS :: 315
NOTES :: he cares
STATUS :: Done LYRICS :: Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
CREDIT :: NICHOLE!!

[Jo Harvelle]

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Jo sat on the bed, her eyes closed for a moment. She had shocked herself by being that completely open with Dean, and she mentally shook her head blaming that fluke on the painful throbbing her arm was currently causing. And if she thought on it some more, she was slightly pissed that she had needed someone to help out of a situation that she should have been able to handle herself. First it was Dr. H.H. Holmes, whose ghost had kidnapped her, and Dean and Sam had come and got her. Then came the time where Sam, who was possessed, came to see her in Duluth only to knock her unconscious and tie her to a support wooden pole in the bar she was bartending in. And who came and got her then? Dean. So she was perhaps starting to see a pattern here. Whenever she was in trouble, who comes to bail her out without a call? Dean “I know I’m Adorable” Winchester.

Right now, if her arm wasn’t causing her the worst trouble right now she might not have minded that little theory. But the fact was that her arm was causing all kinds of trouble for her, and that perhaps might have influenced her opinion of needing to be rescued by the man who seems not to want her around when there is a hunt. She held her throbbing arm to her, in a vain attempted to alleviated the pain that was shooting up her arm and registering in her brain. She wanted to hunt, and when her mother refused to let her what did she do? She went out and started hunting on her own. When she offered to help Dean with a possessed Sam, he shot her down and went to go handled his brother alone. That is when Sam shot him. Her head was telling her to walk away from them, but her heart won out. No way was she going to leave him. She found the stubborn Winchester, patched him up, offered her help, and he turned her down.

Jo should have known then, and that was about two years ago. Sure, she had some nice challengingly hunts in that time, and she of course didn’t need Dean or Sam to help her. But did that not mean that she wished Dean was there with her? No, it didn’t. And yes, she did wish he was. But she wasn’t the one who pushed him away and declined an offer of help. No, he was the one who pushed her away and declined her help. So what did she do to help with the hurt it caused her? She dived herself into numerous hunts. Then she comes across the one guy that seems to hurt her in a bar with a demon. She turned her head in order to hide her face from Dean, just so he doesn’t see the emotions splayed across her facial features.

“Let’s just be glad that it was me that found you then, god knows what could have happened if it had been a guy that wanted to help but dint kow about demons. not that I am complaining I am just glad I was in the right place at the right time.”

The blond only slightly nodded her head to acknowledge that she heard him. ”I would have instructed him on what to do, if that was the case.” She responded to his comment about him being the one to find her and not some wannabe. She winced as her arm reminded her that it was still attached, and she bit her bottom lip to hold back the slowly increasing pain. ”Get me some pain killers, will ya? And something to help them down.” She asked him, not really expecting anything more out of him. She promised herself that this time, she wasn’t going to offer her help. That way when he declines her again, she wouldn’t get hurt much.

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TIME :: Evening
TAG :: Dean
WORDS :: 663
NOTES :: She cares too, but she doesn’t want to offer her help again.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: JO!!

[Dean Winchester]

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One thing that played in Dean’s mind was what would have happened if he had been later, or in another state, sure Jo could play it off like a confident hunter, hell they all could but the fact that she was in trouble before he had turned up had not been lost on him and she could have been dead if he hadn’t have intervened. He didn’t want anything in return for it, he didn’t see her as someone that had to be saved but he had been glad that he had after all, if he hadn’t done then she could have been dead which was something that he didn’t want.

That had been why he hadn’t wanted her on the road with him, it was too dangerous and she lacked the experience. The fact was he had wanted to keep her safe and that was the long and short of it the same that he had done with Sam over the years and his father when he had the chance, however he couldn’t normally get the chance to help John. Yet the fact that he had to help Jo didn’t bother him that much as he was just helping a friend that needed it, on the other hand though he could understand how she could be mad about it when he wasn’t giving her the chance to hunt alone but if she was safe he was ok with that. After all if she was alive to hate him it would be better than her being dead and not hating him in his opinion. But he knew that she wouldn’t see it like that and she would want to try and be on every hunt that she could be with him. He could respect that but he didn’t want her mother turning up wanting to rip his head off because of the fact that he had gotten her hurt and he had been pretty safe Ellen would kill him for that.

When she asked for painkillers he went to his bag and pulled out said painkillers and a bottle of whiskey putting both on the bed next to her. “I am watching you with that, it is a high percentage and self medicating like this can lead to death.” He said.

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TIME :: night
TAG :: Jo
WORDS :: 415
NOTES :: he cares
STATUS :: Done LYRICS :: Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
CREDIT :: NICHOLE!!

[Jo Harvelle]

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Jo knew that he thought of her as an amateur, even though she grew up knowing what went bump in the night. The bedtime stories her mother used to tell her, they were not Cinderella, Snow White, or Rapunzel. They were werewolf, ghost, vampire, and demon stories. Enough to send a normal kid running under their bed, but not her. No, she listened and learned from the stories. So when she was old enough to make her own decisions, she would be prepared to take on anything. Well, now that she thought of it, it was of course a lie. She wasn’t ready to face one thing.

Dean Winchester. He got under her skin, crawled around in her head, and kicked her heart. Every single time she saw him, he left her behind. She promised herself this time it would be different. This time she would of course end up not hurt and abandoned. She had gotten along just fine without him, and she can do it again. She wasn’t going to ask if she could come along, she was just going to take the painkillers he got her and then sleep it off. Right after she told him he can leave her alone.

“I am watching you with that, it is a high percentage and self medicating like this can lead to death.”

He handed Jo the painkillers and the bottle of whiskey he got out of his bag. She popped the pills in her mouth, and downed them with a large gulp of the whiskey. It burned slightly while going down, but it felt good as it did. ”I don’t plan on killing myself, Dean. Just the pain.” She told him, a bit closed off as the pain in her arm started to lighten up. She laid back on the bed, her back toward him. ”Thank you for your help, Dean. You can go if you want. I can handle it from here.” She said in an attempt to dismiss him, her eyes closing again.

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TIME :: Evening
TAG :: Dean
WORDS :: 337
NOTES :: She is not going to get hurt again…not from him.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: JO!!

[Dean Winchester]

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Dean had to admit that he did want to help Jo but at the same time he didn’t want to see her in pain but he knew that with her arm being in pain but not being broken, sprained or injured it could be something that could just be muscle damage which hurt like a bitch, he remembered when Sam broke his arm or it was his wrist it wasn’t a complete break he didn’t think anyway but the fact that Sam had harmed the bone in his arm it was much easier to treat than if it was a muscle injury which is what Dean thought Jo had if he was being honest, however he had no way of proving it either way.

The fact that an injury to an elbow was a big thing and it was something that Dean knew was a big thing, he had dislocated his elbow when he was a teenager and it had hurt like hell, there was no way of describing the pain that he had felt other than it had hurt like hell and that he didn’t want to feel that level of pain in his arm ever again. That was why he had been careful to give her anything over it because of the fact that he wasn’t a doctor so he couldn’t really be sure of what he could do over her arm or if in fact anything that he could do for her because of the fact that it wasn’t that it was through lack of trying but he didn’t want to make it into something that he could actually harm her more than helping her. However he would rather have tried something than nothing and he knew that now there would be a chance that there would be less pain cause the drink and painkillers would numb it.

“No way with the chance that you’ll OD on drink or pills you get my sparkling personality till morning,” he said sitting on the edge of the bed. “Aren’t you lucky.”

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TIME :: night
TAG :: Jo
WORDS :: 342
NOTES :: he cares
STATUS :: Done LYRICS :: Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
CREDIT :: NICHOLE!!

[Jo Harvelle]

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Jo was so determined to keep her sanity in one piece, and her feelings unhurt. But with a certain Winchester refusing to leave and let her slumber in piece was wearing her nerves raw. She was not going to get left behind again, and she was not going to get rejected by him either. Of course this had nothing to do with the fact that her right arm was practically useless right now, or the fact that the most good looking guy she had ever meet was staring her and would most likely leave her behind again. Nor was it the fact that he had done so twice to her, and hurt her deeply both times. It was because she know it would happen again if he was given the chance.

She also knew that the major reason he was refusing to leave her was because she had injured her arm by a brute force demon. She fingured he would try to play nurse with her, and then leave in the morning before she even woke up from her self medicated, drug induced sleep. It was just what she knew about him. So she didn’t expect much more this time than being treated for her injury, make sure no more trouble follows her for the night, and then up and leave her for a while. She curled up slightly into a feeble fetal position, just wanting him to go away and leave her alone. Just what he always does in the end.

“No way with the chance that you’ll OD on drink or pills you get my sparkling personality till morning, Aren’t you lucky.”

Jo took another swig of the whiskey, feeling a headache trying to set in. Just what she needed, a whole night of a stubborn, moody, annoying Winchester. Great! Now he doesn’t even know how to take the easy way out and run any more. He had done it successfully twice before… Unless… Her eyes widen slightly as a realization hit her. He liked to leave her behind, hurt and feeling alones. She curled up tighter ”Yeah, lucky.” She mumbled to herself, sarcastically. She didn’t know if he heard her or not, nor did she care. She just wasn’t going to give him the chance this time. She was never going to go with Dean Winchester, and she had accepted that. Then when she thinks that he is out of her life, he waltzes back in like he knew she needed some rescuing. And he had that sexy smirk to go with it. And when she offered to help…

Well not this time. Not any more. She was starting to feel like the original Ariel in The Little Mermaid fairy tale. She took another angry swig of the bottle and set it up right next to her. She was feeling good enough to sleep now, and sleep she did. However she kept dreaming of the other two times that Dean Winchester came into her life, played the shining knight, and left her behind again. Both times she hurt emotionally, and she was in a slump for days afterwards.

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TIME :: Evening
TAG :: Dean
WORDS :: 521
NOTES :: She isn’t going to let him hurt her again… And perhaps she talks in her sleep???
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: JO!!