Love Heals All Wounds, A Supernatural FanFic

Chapter 4: A Change of Events

        Jo slowly waked to the mirror and sighed softly. When she looked at her reflection, she could see the guilt in her eyes. Her mother was right. She had it so bad for Dean, but if seemed no matter how hard she tried to push the feelings aside, they only came back stronger whenever he was around. These feelings for him were dangerous, in more ways than one. Not only could she end up getting killed for loving him, but he could break her heart. Because that is who he is. Dean Winchester, the heartbreaker. She had known it, could see it in his eyes from the very first moment he stepped into the Roadhouse. And yet, she still fell, and fell hard. 

        Mentally shaking herself, Jo stood up straight and made a vow, no matter how much effect Dean Winchester had on her, she would not let him break her heart. Death didn’t scare her, she would follow him to the ends of the earth and back, but having him break her heart was something that she didn’t think she could live with. 

        With this new determination, she nodded and turned on the water to the shower. She took off her bathrobe and stepped into the stream of hot water, shutting the curtain behind him. Taking a deep and calming breath, she closed her eyes and let the water run down her body. Already, Jo was beginning to feel much better. She felt stronger had felt as if she had more resolve, she just only hoped that it wouldn’t dissipate as soon as she saw Dean. 

        She shook her head and reached for the shampoo, there was no way she was going to think about this now. Opening the shampoo bottle, she pushed all thoughts of Dean Winchester out of her head and focused on the soothing shower. She washed slowly, allowing the hot water to relax her tense muscles. 

        When she had finished washing, she turned off the water. Jo grabbed a towel and quickly dried off. The room was steamy from the shower as she grabbed her bathrobe and put it on. When she opened the door, cool air rushed into the room. Smiling softly to herself, she wrapped the towel around her dripping hair and made her way back into her room. 

        Once inside, she closed the door behind her and quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a black tank top. She quickly ran a brush through her hair before throwing it up in a ponytail. Making her way back down the hall, she stopped by the guest room and stood in the doorway. Sam was asleep on the bed and Dean was sitting in a chair by his side. He looked tired and worn out. She had just turned to leave when Dean whispered, “Jo?” She sighed mentally and turned back around to face him. Pointing at Sam and then putting her finger to her lips, she gestured for him to follow her out into the hall so that they didn’t wake Sam. He nodded and followed her out into the hall. 

        “How’s Sam?” Jo asked as she quietly shut the door behind them. Dean sighed softly and his fingers through his hair. 

        “He’s gonna be okay,” he said, looking out of the corner of his eye and back at the closed door. “He’s sleeping right now, but he’s gonna be okay.” Jo nodded slowly as she listened to him. She could see just how tired he was. 

        “Dean,” she said softly. “Maybe you should get some sleep. It’s pretty late…” He just shook his head.  

        “I’m not so sure I can sleep right now.” 

        “Well then, come on, I’ll pour you a drink…” She turned around and slowly made her way back down the steps. He hesitated, looking back at Sam’s door for a few more moments before following her back to the bar. 

        Jo went straight to the bar and grabbed a glass, setting it down on the counter. As she did this, a few hunters that she vaguely knew walked through the doors and walked up to her. Their warm breath reeked of alcohol as they leaned towards her. “Hello gorgeous,” the rounder of the two slurred. She ignored him and turned around, grabbing a bottle of whiskey for Dean who was just coming down the steps. As he walked back, she handed him the glass and watched as he made his way out from the bar and to a table in the corner. 

        Looking back up at the hunters, she did her best to keep from frowning at them. Instead, she kept a straight face even though she wanted nothing more than to break both of their noses. “What can I get you boys?” She asked, meeting their beady gazes. They looked at each other and grinned toothily before turning back to her. 

        “How about some whiskey to start,” the other man said, leaning closer, practically laying on the counter. “And then we might need some company…” He laughed to himself as Jo’s face quickly turned from emotionless to disgust. 

        “In your dreams, Hal.” She said, reaching for two more glasses. 

        “Oh,” Hal said, sitting back down on his stool. “We got a feisty one here, Bert. We like ‘em feisty don’t we?” Bert nodded in agreement. 

        “Aye,” he said grinning. “That we do…” Jo did her best to keep herself from rolling her eyes as she quickly poured them each a drink. 

        “Alright,” she said, setting the glasses down in front of them. “One drink. That’s it, and then you have to leave. We’re closing early tonight.” She took a slight step away from the counter when she saw their expressions harden. 

        “You tryin’ to kick us out early, Princess?” Bert asked, his face turning red. Jo kept a straight face and nodded. She had dealt with drunks before; that came with the job. However, these were not your ordinary drunks. These were hunters. People trained to kill, and people who were way more experienced at it than she was. 

        “Yes, I am.” She said, keeping her voice even. “Like I said, we’re closing early.” Jo glanced up at Dean. His glass was empty in his one hand and it was obvious that he was listening in on the conversation by the way his other hand was balled into a fist on his leg. She grabbed her tray and took the opportunity to get away from those two creeps. She made her way out of the bar to the side that was closest to Dean. They must not have noticed him sitting them, because just as she rounded the edge of the counter, Hal jumped off his stool and grabbed her from behind. 

        “Where are you going, Princess?” Hal breathed in her ear. “I told you, we want some company.” Jo attempted to squirm free of his grasp, but her held her tightly pressed against him.