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Y/N pov
I was sat in the motel room both Jo and I shared on our current hunt. We hunted a demon and managed to save the host. So now it is christmas eve and neither of us are fans of christmas.
When you're a hunter, holidays become pointless because the job never ends. When one hunt finishes we find the next, but this christmas is different. Jo is being sentimental for some reason and wants to celebrate it.
So we have a sadly decorated christmas tree in the corner. It's a wonderful life playing on the small tv as we are drinking homemade nutmeg. Jo had been telling us the christmases she shared with her parents before her dad died. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous because I never really had that. My parents both died when I was young and I was brought up in this life by my uncle. We never celebrated the holidays or birthdays. They became meaningless days.
"So I have something for you." Jo smirked as she held out two parcels wrapped in newspaper.
"Wow. I really needed these." I smirked as I looked at the hair shaver and condoms with a laugh. "Well I also got these for you."
She laughed when she saw the dry shampoo and the adult magazine. We both had the same idea of going to the gas station to buy our gifts since it was the only place open.
"Merry christmas." She raised her cup as I did mine.
"Merry christmas." I smiled at her before we both down our nut meg. When we ran out we went onto the scotch I bought as we sat their laughing at whatever show was on the tv. "I enjoy our time together." I whispered as I gazed at her.
"Me too." She whispered as she leaned in closer. I couldn't even stop myself as my lips ghosted hers. "Could be our last night on earth." She shrugged before closing the distance. She straddled my lap as the kiss grew hotter and she started to grind on my growing bulge. I bucked my hips up making her moan.
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"Y/N." I heard someone call my name. "Y/N."
I opened my eyes to see Dean hovering over my bed with a smirk. I groaned as I turned to face the other way to see a matching expression on Sam's face.
"So, was she good?" Dean asked with a smirk.
"Fuck off before I shoot you." I told them both as I reached for my 9mm under my pillow. Dean chuckled as they both moved over to the table with breakfast. I wanted so bad for that dream to be a reality again. But I know it will never be.
AN
Another chapter dudes. Jo deffo holds a special place in my heart.
