Love Heals All Wounds, A Supernatural FanFic

Chapter 3: Dazed and Confused

        Jo wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting on her bedroom floor, but it must have been a while because suddenly there was a knock on her door. She practically jumped up and swung the door open, revealing a partially naked Dean. Her gaze fell to the towel that he was holding around his waist and she groaned inwardly. Quickly, she lifted her gaze back up to his face where an embarrassed smile spread across his lips. “Dean…?” She asked, using all of her will power to not let her gaze wander from his face. “You’re in a towel…” 

        “Yeah,” he said, the embarrassed smile growing even more as he reached up and scratched his head nervously. “I just realized that I left all of my clothes in the motel, and well…I can’t really go outside with just a towel…” She stood there for a moment, taking in what he had just said and unable to help her wandering gaze. No. No. She forced herself to bring her eyes back up from his muscular chest and to his face. Once again she hated herself for letting him have such a strong effect on her. 

        “We still have some of my father’s stuff,” she said, adverting her gaze past him to the wall after she deemed that it was the safest place to look to keep her eyes from wandering, again. “I think that you might fit.” Out of the corner of her eye, she could have sworn that she saw his embarrassed smile quickly turn into a full blown smirk. Before she was tempted to slap that smirk off of his face, she moved past him, into the hall. “Stay here,” she said, making her way to her mother’s room. She didn’t look back to see if he was following her, she knew that he wasn’t. 

        Jo opened the door to her mother’s room and stepped inside. She didn’t waste any time looking around the room, instead, she went straight to the closet and pulled a cardboard box down from the top shelf. Inside was some of her father’s clothing that her mother had kept, among a few other things, such as a couple of pictures and a few postcards from when he would go on longer hunts. 

        Slowly, she pulled one of her father’s plaid shirts out and held it in her hands for a moment. The fabric was rough to the touch, but held his soothing scent. Smiling a bit to herself, she placed it back in the box and carried the whole thing back to her room. 

        When she walked back into the room, Dean was standing in front of her desk and was looking over the hundreds of files that were stacked in neat piles. “You really know how to do your research,” he said, keeping his back towards her. She nodded slowly as her eyes traced over his sculpted muscles. 

        “Well,” she said, walking over to him with the box in hand. “It’s pretty much the only thing Mom lets me do since the incident in Philly…” Dean nodded slowly in understanding before he turned his head towards her, eyeing the box. 

        “What’s in there?” He asked, giving her a curious look. 

        “Just some of my dad’s clothes,” she said, handing him the box. “They might be slightly bigger, but you are about the same size.” He smiled appreciatively at her as he took the box. “I figured that pretty much anything is better than bloody clothes, or a towel…” He chuckled softly and nodded. 

        “Yeah,” he said with a small smile. “I suppose you’re right. Thank you, Jo.” 

        “No need to thank me,” she smiled softly, walking towards the door. “I’ll, uh, let you get dressed…” Quickly, she slipped out the door and closed it behind her with a heavy sigh. She was in way too deep with this schoolgirl crush of hers. She needed to do something about it, continuing to have feelings for Dean Winchester was not an option anymore. One day, it would get her killed. 

        Jo shook her head and walked into the bathroom. Dean’s bloody clothes were folded in a small pile on the floor. Slowly, she bent down and picked them up. Being careful not to get anymore of Sam’s blood on herself, she carried them out of the bathroom and into the laundry room. Closing the door behind her, she quickly changed out of her blood stained clothing and into her bathrobe that was hanging on the door. 

        After starting the load of laundry, she made her way back out into the hall where she smacked into something sturdy. Just as she thought she was about to lose her footing, strong hands reached out and grabbed her shoulders. “Whoa,” Dean said, steadying her. “You okay?” 

        “Yeah,” Jo said, regaining her balance. “I’m fine. Thanks.” He smiled at her for a bit and then slowly let go of her shoulders clearing his throat. 

        “Well, uh. I’ll let you get to your shower then…” He said, scratching his head awkwardly. She smiled softly at him, but she couldn’t make herself move. Jo became lost in Dean’s bright green eyes and her breath caught in her throat. Very slowly, he moved his hand up to her face. Smiling softly, he lightly brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. He looked as if he was about to say something else, but before he could form the words, the door to the spare bedroom opened and Ellen walked out. 

        Jo quickly pulled away from Dean’s hand and looked down at the floor, hoping that her mother hadn’t seen that interaction. Ellen slowly walked up to them and turned towards Dean. “Sam is pretty beat up, but he’s going to be fine.” She smiled softly at him as she spoke. “He’s one tough kid, Dean. I think that you forget that sometimes…” Ellen lightly patted his shoulder. “He’s asleep right now, but you can go see him.” 

        Dean nodded. “Thanks, Ellen.” He said as he turned around and walked into the spare bedroom, glancing back at Jo before he stepped inside. Ellen turned to face Jo with her hands on her hips and a disapproving frown on her face. 

        “What?” she asked, pulling the robe tighter around herself. Ellen rose an eyebrow at her.

        “Nothing,” she said in a tone that made Jo not believe her. 

        “Oh really?” Jo asked in a sarcastic voice. 

        “Just…Don’t get attached too Dean. He’s not as wonderful as you think he is.” Jo’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she knew deep down that her mother was right. 

        “I don’t have feelings for Dean,” she said as she turned around and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.