Fandom x Reader OTP Challenge

Day 20: Dancing - Jo

Day 20: Dancing – Jo Harvelle
A/N: This is an idea I've had for a few years now. I always thought it would make a cute story.

"No, (y/n)," Jo protested, packing weapons into a bag. "I have to go on this hunt. I don't have time to waste on some dance."
"Your hunt is really more important than my birthday?" you argued. She froze in place and you realized why she had been so adamant about going on the hunt.
"You forgot," you stated, hurt stabbing into your chest as you looked at her.
"No... I didn't forget..." she lied, continuing to pack.
"I guess shooting silver into werewolves is more important than your girlfriend's birthday," you sneered. "Fine, Jo. Go on your stupid hunt. I'll spend my birthday by myself. Just like our anniversary."
You turned on your heel and stormed out of the room. She cringed at the reminder than she'd been so wrapped up in tracking a vamp nest that she had forgotten your anniversary and spent the entire day decapitating vampires.

You sat on the bed of the spare bedroom, deciding that you didn't want to share a room with Jo tonight. Of course, she was so involved in her hunt that she probably wouldn't be home when you went to bed.
You hated the past few months of your relationship. You didn't hate Jo, of course, but since she began hunting on her own, she hardly ever had time for you. You spent afternoons with Sam and Dean when they weren't hunting, and you had single-serve recipes for dinner, and you fell asleep cold and alone at night. Weekends were usually spent with Ellen, who shared your dislike of Jo's recent hobby.
A couple of weeks ago, you found a flyer advertising a masquerade ball right in your city. You'd always loved the masquerade and were dying to go, but Jo saw it as frivolous and believed her hunt to be much more important. You wanted to go with her. You loved doing date things with her, like dinner or a long walk or dancing, whether you were out in public or in your shared apartment. You thought she would want to go, because she knew how badly you wanted to go to a masked ball. But she seemed to not care about your birthday or what made you happy anymore, and you were tired of asking.
You decided to go by yourself. You could still have fun on your birthday without her.

You shyly padded into the lobby of the hotel that was hosting the event. A woman was sitting behind a booth that was covered in papers. She smiled up at you and asked for your name. You told her and watched as she scanned her lists, nodding when she found your name and wrote a check mark beside it, indicating that you were present. She tied a braided string around your wrist which acted as your ticket to get into the ball initially and back in should you decide to step outside. You smiled and thanked her, fiddling with the excess string ties as you made your way towards the grand ballroom. You raised your hand to show the bouncer your bracelet and he nodded, gesturing for you to continue.
Your jaw dropped in awe when you stepped into the grand ballroom. A hundred lights were strung about the room. A large crystal chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, and several strands of twinkling Christmas lights adorned the walls. The dance floor was in the center of the room, indicated by pale white tiles while the seating area was covered in emerald green carpet. Dozens of tables were placed in specific spots throughout the seating area, some of them hosting two chairs, others hosting four. Along one wall was a bar counter with several alcohol and soda bottles lining the wall. The room was already flooded with dozens of people in stunning outfits and elegant masks.
You shuffled through the crowd and sat at an empty two-person table. A waiter quickly approached, offering a complimentary bowl of breadsticks and whatever you wanted to drink. You ordered an iced tea and thanked him as he sauntered away.
You looked down at your gown, smoothing out the skirt. It was (f/c) and strapless, with a corseted top and a skirt made of taffeta and tulle. Beads adorned the front of the corset and a satin ribbon was laced across the back. Your feet were strapped into (f/c) high-heeled sandals. Your (h/c) locks were curled and left down, falling delicately over your shoulder. It was pinned back at the sides and you'd added a touch of glitter. Your bangs were covered by the (f/c) Venetian filigree mask covering the top half of your face. A thin stretchy string was strapped across the back of your head, and several swirls were sticking out from the edges of your mask. Rhinestones adorned the forehead and the bottom edge wound around the bottom of both of your eye sockets and across the top of your nose bridge where it came to a delicate point.
As you sat alone, sipping your tea, a handsome young man approached you. He had a friendly smile on his lips as he stood before you. "I couldn't help but notice you're sitting here alone, ma'am."
"Yeah," you nodded, unsure of what to say.
"I was wondering if you might say yes to a dance?" he asked sweetly. You looked up at him. He seemed nice enough, but you didn't feel much like dancing.
"I don't know..."
"I don't mean anything by it," he insisted, offering you a hand. "I would just hate to see a pretty girl having a bad night."
His voice was soft and gentle and had a slight country twang. You smiled and placed your hand in his.
"One dance."
He beamed and nodded, helping you stand and leading you to the dance floor. He placed his hands on your waist respectfully, smiling softly at you from behind his dark brown wolf-inspired masquerade mask. You rested your hands on his shoulders, realizing how thin he was beneath his ironed tuxedo. His nose was a little large, but you could see the smile in his blue eyes.
"May I ask why you're here all alone?" he asked softly.
You sighed softly. "I've always wanted to go to a masked ball and my girlfriend didn't want to go."
He frowned. "That doesn't sound very nice."
You shrugged. "She's just been busy with work."
He nodded. "Well, I would be honored to accompany you tonight, if it would help."
Something about him made you feel safe and you nodded. "That would be nice."

About fifteen minutes later, you were back at your table. Your mystery date had gone to get some water, so you took a moment for yourself.
As you were looking out at the happy couples dancing and laughing, a hand fell upon your shoulder. You turned and looked up, expecting to see the man you'd been dancing with. You were pleasantly surprised to see a familiar blonde smiling at you, her upper face hidden behind a lacy feline mask and her body clad in an elegant ball gown that you'd never seen.
"Jo?" you gasped.
"Happy birthday, babe," she greeted.
"What happened to your hunt?"
"I pawned it off on Sam and Dean," she shrugged. "This is more important."
A slow song began and she grabbed your hands, pulling you from your chair. You followed her onto the dance floor, letting her lead you to an empty space. Your arms wrapped around her neck while hers secured around your back. She pulled you close, pecking you lips as she began swaying to the music. You smiled at her and she returned it, holding you close for the rest of the night.