She had just snuggled comfortably in her bed, when suddenly loud rumbling and the smashing of glass sounded from the other room. Startled, Josie grabbed her gun and ran next door, assuming that something would happen to Dean. When in fact it was he himself who was standing in the middle of it, about to hit the tube TV with a metal clothes rack.
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"Dean?!" the slayer called against the noise, but Dean was in his tunnel and didn't perceive anything until Josie felt forced to shoot.
The projectile hit right into the pile that had once been a television. Puzzled, Dean looked at the sparks that the device still flashed briefly and then raised his eyes. He slowly took down the clothes rack he had just lashed out with. Clattering, it fall to the floor, into the shards. Breathing heavily, he stared at the woman in front of him, who still had her gun pointed at him.
"Dean?" she asked again, but this time quieter and more concerned.
Wordlessly, the Winchester looked around at the mess he had made.
"What happened?", Josie echoed, lowering the pistol as there was no longer any danger from Dean.
"I don't know, I, it... it just came over me," he purred, looking as surprised as Josie.
"It came over you? Dean, you demolished the whole motel room, something like that doesn't just come over you!"
"Josie, I can't take it any longer!" he confessed, sinking to his knees.
He didn't care that the shards and pieces of plastic were digging into his flesh, through his jeans. Desperation was written all over his face. Carefully Josie climbed over the debris and squatted in front of Dean. Gently, she put her hand to his cheek and for a moment he closed his eyes.
"Dean, look at me," she commanded in alarm, also placing her second hand to his other cheek, "We're going to fix this, okay?"
With a pained smile, he nodded and leaned forward, his arms wrapping around Josie. For a moment she remained in that position, just letting him come to himself.
"Come on, wash up first, you've got blood all over you and I'm sure the noise has woken others up, if we're unlucky the police will show up here, we should get out of here before they do," Josie said, pulling Dean up into the air.
She pushed him straight into the bathroom and turned on the water. As if the hunter were a child, she washed his bloody hands. The red water glinted on the shards of mirror that lay in the sink. Dean was completely out of it by now, vehemently trying to remember how he came to lose control in the first place. Using a wet towel, Josie rubbed some more blood splatter from his face and took a quick look at him. He'd been weird all day, but she'd never seen him like this before, nor had she expected it to come to this.
"Let's go!" she instructed, taking his hand.
As she passed, she grabbed his bag and the gun that was lying on the floor, throwing both into the car before quickly grabbing her own things and taking place in the driver's seat. She could never let Dean drive in that condition.
"I was thinking about you and Sam," he muttered, staring down the road, "That's the last thing I remember."
"You mean before you lost control?"
"Yeah, it pissed me off," he admitted.
"And that makes you angry? Actually, you should be glad"
"Glad?" he grumbled, "What's to make me glad about the fact that you two are together and can't even tell me"
"So that's what this has been about all day, that's what you've meant all along with your innuendos" the woman finally realized.
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"So you're not denying it, so I was right then," he grumbled, turning his gaze out the window.
Josie steered to the side of the road and stopped. Before Dean could ask why she stopped, her lips were on his. Perplexed, he squinted his eyes and held his breath. Neither Josie nor Dean had expected that kiss. She didn't know herself what came over her, but she saw it as the only way out to prove to him that he was worrying for nothing. Hesitantly, the agitated Dean put his hand to her head and clawed at her hair. He hoped that this wasn't a dream but reality for once, maybe fate would deign to give him this moment after all.
"Why ever you think that, but Sam is just a big brother to me, I love him, but not the way you think" she assured him after she disengaged, "We've had this topic before"
"I should have done it," he mumbled, a spark of hope in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"At the gas station when you asked me what I was thinking about".
She looked at him, uncomprehending, and furrowed her brow.
"I was going to do exactly what you just did," he solved the riddle.
"Then you probably would have gotten slapped in the face" she smirked and for the first time in a long time a hearty laugh escaped Dean.
"Hey, it would have been progress after all, you stabbed me on our first kiss," he joked self-deprecatingly.
"You deserved that! You were an asshole," she scolded.
"I guess I'd better watch out in the future," he smiled half-ironically.
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"Yes but first of all we have to take care of your obvious anger issues! You can't let petty things upset you, the urge to destroy something is still deep inside, I don't want it to degenerate and you killing someone again!"
"Believe me, neither do I!" he agreed with her seriously.
"I'd suggest you get some rest and we turn this case over to another hunter. I'll drive us home."
"You're right, a long nap probably wouldn't hurt me," Dean relented, leaning against the window.
