Fanfiction: SPN | Paradise By The Dashboard Lights [Chapter 2]
Story: In The Next Room
Universe: Supernatural
Song: Paradise By The Dashboard Lights - Meatloaf
Word Count: 5,815
The blonde wasn't quite sure how she was the one that ended up in the Impala with Dean on a late night stake out. Jo had figured that maybe he was trying to keep an eye on her, he wasn't treating her like that though. He was treating her like another hunter. He was treating her like she was a legitimate piece of a team. Jo looked at him out of the corner of her eye and bit her lip gently before she looked away again. He wasn't looking at her but he was staring at the house they were watching. It's what she should have had her eyes on.
It was difficult to keep her mind on the task at hand when she couldn't get the kiss out of her head. It was the only thing she could think about. He had apologized and fled the scene after so quickly she hadn't been able to tell him that an apology was the last thing he needed to give her. Now, here they were alone, late at night, parked in an alley and of course in the Impala. This damn car and what she could do with him in it and rumbled and rolled into her thoughts more than was probably healthy. Dean didn't seem to be planning to talk about it though. It seemed like he was perfectly comfortable to eat his cheeseburger and finish the night out in silence.
Jo slid her flip flops off of her feet and crossed her legs. She pulled at the torn strings of a hole in the thigh of her jeans as she tried to keep her eyes on the back of the house. She heard Dean move a little and looked over at him a little too quickly probably. He was only taking his jacket off and he smirked a little at her when she looked at him.
"Ya mind grabbin' the sleeve there Jo?" The blonde mentally sighed as she lifted her hands to grab the edge of the jacket so he could slide it off easily. She hardly ever saw him without his jacket on, and even he did have it off he always wore way too many layers for her liking. She pulled the jacket as he slid his arms out of it. She watched him turn and she saw him clench his jaw and her eyebrows came together. Her fingers brushed the skin of his arm as she pulled the jacket away from him and went to lay it down on the seat. She tried to ignore the need to touch him more.
"Thanks Jo." Dean smiled at her and relaxed again against the seat. She nodded and looked back at her legs for a second then returned her fingers to playing with the strings on her jeans. She heard Dean clear his throat after about ten minutes and she looked up at him. His eyes were on her, she hadn't even realized he'd been looking at her. "You are...uncharacteristically quiet tonight Jo. Very quiet. I didn't think Harvelles knew how to keep quiet." Jo smiled a little then huffed at him and glared at him.
"I'm surprised you even mind. I'd think you'd be talking the whole time just to hear yourself." She smirked at him and crossed her arms over her stomach. Dean chuckled a little and rested his hand on the steering wheel. He licked his bottom lip then looked back at her. She swallowed a little and looked away from him.
"Yeah, well you'll be surprised to hear I actually don't mind when you talk Jo." He smirked at her a little bit as she looked back up at him. She couldn't stop the small smile that crossed her features and she laughed a little at him. She stayed quiet though not sure what to say next. All she wanted to do was kiss him again. She pushed her eyes back to the house and relaxed her arms again. She laid one on the door and started to tap on the handle of the door. After a few minutes she heard Dean growl a little. She looked back towards him. "Alright that's it." Her eyes went a little wide as he leaned across her to pop open the glove compartment. She pulled her arms back and he stopped there and looked up at her.
"What are you doing Dean?" She narrowed her eyes at him and he sighed.
"Really Jo? Calm down blondie." He grabbed a small black leather bag out of the glove compartment then shut it and leaned away from her. She sighed at herself and crossed her arms again, she watched him fiddle with the tie on the bag then pulled out a silver flask. She smirked a little and laughed.
"You're not supposed to drink when you're on duty are you?" Jo leaned back some more in the seat as he twirled the lid off of the flask and then set it on the dashboard.
"That's the good thing about being a hunter and not a policeman. I can drink whenever I want, and so can you." He gave her a goofy smile then tilted back the flask and swallowed some of the liquor. Jo's eyes drifted to his jaw as she remembered how good it felt under her fingers, even for that small moment. Dean lowered the flask and looked over at her and held it out to her. She uncrossed her arms and reached for it when she touched it and tried to take it he held onto it.
"Are you trying to play keep away with me Dean? Really?" She smirked at him a little and his smile got wider.
"I just thought I'd warn you. It's just whiskey so you might wanna take it a little easy. That's all." He took his hand away from the flask and she glared at him openly. The smile slid off of his face and he tried to pull an innocent look. "What, just looking out for you after all." Jo set her jaw and pushed her lips out a little bit. He wasn't going to look away till she had a drink now, it was obvious he was expecting her to make a horrible face after she drank it. She put the flask to her lips and took a long drink. The warmth cut down her throat as she swallowed and it settled inside of her. She smiled slowly and handed it back to him, he looked fairly impressed.
"You are such an ass sometimes. Strike that, all the time." She said as she looked at him. Dean shrugged and took another drink from the flask. She smiled at him then grabbed the flask as soon as he was done. She took another sip and she felt warm all over. She was sure it was partly the whiskey, but Dean being so close wasn't making things any easier. He was just right there across the car from her, on a bench seat no less. He was smirking at her as she turned to look at him with the flask in her hand. He looked happy and like he was actually enjoying himself. He scooted a little closer to her and reached over and took the flask from her, his fingers touched her for a second.
"You might wanna rethink that last sentence. I'm the one sharing my booze." He took another drink and glanced at the house for a second then looked back to her. He had a proud look on his face and she narrowed her eyes at him again.
"Well, fine." She grabbed the flask again and took another drink. She knew she shouldn't be drinking so fast but he was challenging her and she needed to keep him on his toes. "You're a nice ass then." She smirked at him and took another slower drink from the flask and closed her eyes. When she lowered it she saw Dean's eyes go from her lips quickly to her eyes again.
"I think you mean has a nice ass, but I'll let it go." He reached for the flask and she put her hand out and caught his wrist. She leaned forward towards him and he looked up from the flask to her face. She was as close to him as she'd been since the kiss and she suddenly realized it, she felt like she could push a little more though.
"Winchester," She said his name slow and quietly. "If I meant that I would have said it. Stop digging for compliments." She lowered her voice a little more, and moved closer to him. Jo could feel his breath on her face and she could smell the whiskey. Dean was looking at her mouth again and she leaned a little closer and spoke in a whisper. "It's unattractive." She leaned away from him and let go of his wrist. He let out a long breath slowly and gave her a playful glare. He set his hand on her thigh and put his thumb on the skin showing through the hole in her jeans. She took another drink of whiskey while looking at him. His lips turned up a little and he moved his hand so his fingers pushed against the inside of her thigh then he pulled her across the seat so her leg was against his.
"Jo, I don't need to dig to know how you feel about me." He moved his hand from her leg and trailed it up her side then moved it to her hair pushing it back from her neck. His rough hands slid across her neck and her eyes closed a little. He leaned down next to her ear and her eyes closed the rest of the way as she felt the heat of his breath against her ear. "You're like a giant, neon sign. It's pretty damn obvious." Jo's eyes snapped open as he pulled away and she glared up at him. That damn pleased expression on his face as she sat there, a little stunned. He grabbed the whiskey from her and took a long gulp. Her eyes narrowed further as he tilted his head back and moved his hand away from her. He was playing chicken with her, evil, mean and very sexy chicken. She'd never been very good at losing and he was about to find that out.
When Dean leaned his head back up she pulled the whiskey from him and took another long drink. She was starting to feel a little dizzy. She heard him laugh but kept her mind on her goal. She was going to have to teach this snarky, arrogant Winchester a lesson and there was no time like the present. She tilted the flask back down then looked over at him. She put the flask in between her legs then reached over with her hand and pulled on his shirt so he was leaning down eye level with her. She lifted her hand to his neck and slid her fingers from his chin down to his shoulder putting her fingers inside his shirt on his skin. She saw his eyebrows furrow slightly and his mouth parted just a little. She hid the smile that tried to break out.
"Dean, you're right. I am pretty obvious." She leaned in closer and tilted her head and put her lips right above the vein on his neck. She felt his body melt a little against the seat and she smiled. After a second of sitting there breathing against his neck she leaned back up and got closer to his face. Her lips were a half a fraction away from his and she spoke slowly. "There is one problem though." She looked up at Dean through her eyelashes as her fingers pressed into the skin of his shoulder and pushed against the muscle.
"And what's that, Jo?" His voice was a little strained and she blinked at him a couple times trying to hold onto her control this close to him.
"You must be really, really..." She leaned a little closer to him tilting her head like she was about to kiss him. "..stupid because you never ever do anything about it." She felt him move away from her and he had a glare all over his face as he looked at her. He leaned back up and away from her and moved his arm from behind her. She smirked up at him and he looked at her for a minute then moved his hand towards her legs again. She watched him then realized what he was doing when he pulled the flask from between her thighs. His fingers touched her jeans and she swallowed hard. He could probably feel how warm she was. He took another drink from the flask then grabbed the lid and twisted it onto the top.
"I think that's enough of that for one night." Dean's voice was close to a rumble as he spoke and Jo deflated slightly. Maybe she had pushed it too far. She probably should have left it alone but she felt anger flare up in her stomach, how often did they have a chance like this?
"Oh you're mad because I have a smarter mouth than you Dean? You're just a fucking smart ass." She hissed the last part out between her teeth and she could have sworn she saw Dean's mouth turn up slightly into a smile. He turned to look at her and he didn't look mad. He did look like he was very pleased with whatever he was thinking though.
"You...have a smarter mouth than me? Oh that's rich Jo. We'll see about that." He arched an eyebrow at her for a second and she sputtered trying to think of something to say quickly when he was looking at her like that. She didn't get the chance though because he moved and grabbed her pulling her into his lap. Her legs slid on either side of him and her back pressed against the steering wheel as one of his hands slid to her jaw and neck and pulled her down so her lips met his. Her muscles relaxed into the kiss and she melted against him. Her hands went to his hair sliding over the back of his head as his tongue slid into her mouth. She felt his other hand slide over her hip and his thumb slid under her sweatshirt and pressed up against her hipbone.
She, Jo Harvelle had gotten Dean Winchester to break down and grab her. She pushed her hips against his hand and she felt him grab onto her harder. His fingers dug into her ass and back through her clothes. She kissed him harder and slid her tongue against his. He tasted like whiskey, cheese burgers and Dean. It was the best thing she'd ever tasted. His hand slid into her hair and pulled her mouth harder against his. She felt like their bodies were going to slam together, of course that's exactly what she wanted.
Dean's hand slid further up her back under her jacket and shirt and his skin felt hot against hers. She leaned into his hand and pulled back from the kiss to bite his lip gently at first then a little harder. She opened her eyes to look at him as a slow lazy smile spread across his face. He looked up at her and pushed on her back to get her closer.
"You're killin me, Jo." Dean spoke quietly but the sentence crawled over her skin. She needed him, more of him and right now. She slid her hands to his jaw and tilted his head up to look at her.
"You don't even know the half of it, trust me." She kissed him hard and after a second she pulled her hand away from his jaw and started to try and un zip her jacket. She felt Dean's hands move and push hers out of the way quickly and put his own hands on the zipper of the jacket.
"What if I want to go slower?" He said it with a laugh in his voice, teasing her. She growled at him and pulled away from his face and looked him straight in the eye.
"Dean Winchester, if you don't finish what you started I swear I'll..." He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers hard as he unzipped her jacket. She moved her hands away from him and he pushed the jacket off of her arms frantically. Her hand went back to him laying on his chest as his tongue slid into her mouth again. She moaned around it as his hands slid under her shirt again and up her back against her skin. His rough hands felt so good against her skin. She pressed her hands against him harder then slid them down and grabbed at his shirt. She pulled it up over his stomach then broke the kiss. He looked at her for a second then slid his hands out from under her shirt and let her pull his off.
She looked down at him for a second before tossing the shirt on the seat next to them and going back to kissing him. She rested a hand over the tattoo on his heart as his hands went up her legs, over her hips, one hand rested there against her hipbone where she had her own tattoo that looked like his and Sam's, to her ass and held her tightly against him. He tilted his head and she slid her tongue against his lip gently and slowly for a second and then breathed heavy with him. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it up and she pulled her hands away from him as he tugged it off over her head and tossed it on the dashboard.
She put one of her hands back on his chest and the other in his hair on the back of his head. His hands went up her back again, his fingers sliding up her spine and she shivered, she knew goose bumps had to be all over her skin. His fingers slid under her bra but didn't go to undo it.
She kissed him harder and slid the hand on the back of his head up and grabbed some of the longer hair pulling on it a little. They'd been doing this dance for so long and she just wanted his skin against hers. She pulled him closer and pressed their bodies together. Her hand moved off of the tattoo and slid over his shoulder and pulled him harder against her. The blonde pushed her hips against his harder and he broke the kiss and groaned against her cheek. She felt him through is jeans pressed against her and she let out a breath. She's wanted to know what he felt like for so long.
Then she felt his hands going to the clasp on her bra. He looked at her body for a second then smiled up at her.
"Blue huh? I would have thought you'd want black underwear." Jo narrowed her eyes at him a little. "Oh well cause you're such a..." She kissed leaned down and kissed him hard and pulled his hair harder then broke the kiss.
"Don't talk and ruin this Dean." He smirked at her but he pressed his hips up off the seat against her and kissed her again. He pressed against her and he felt harder than he did a second ago. She just wanted to rip his pants off. She moaned as she felt his fingers undo the bra and then she pulled away from the kiss and moved her hands letting him pull it off. He stared at her face for a minute as she looked down at him. Then he looked down at her and slid his hands up her hips then over her stomach to her breasts. She moaned and leaned back against the steering wheel more and pressed her hips harder against his, anything to get them closer. Then she felt one of his hands away from her breasts. She looked back down at him and sucked in a quick breath when his tongue slid over her nipple. She leaned her head back again and let out a hot breath as his mouth closed over her.
She'd always wanted this, his hands and mouth touching her, him wanting it this much. She had thought it wouldn't feel real if it ever happened. She could feel it all the way down to her bones though. He was touching her, he was feeling her and she wasn't dreaming. She could feel his shoulders under her hands and his tongue sliding over her breast, perfectly. She squeezed his shoulders harder as his hand slid from one of her breasts down her side. His hand moved over her stomach his fingertips pushing into her skin as they made their way down to her jeans. She looked down at him his mouth still on her breast, she opened her mouth to say something and his teeth grazed over her nipple and her breath caught in her throat. He pulled back and looked up at her. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and moved her hands to his neck setting them there gently.
"I'm...good Dean, trust me." She saw him smirk a little then he moved his other hand to her jeans. He leaned forward as he undid the zipper and button of her jeans. He pressed his lips between her breasts and she slid her hands up into his hair again tangling in it. He pulled on her jeans for a second lowering them on her hips and she smiled at the roof of the Impala. He kissed up her chest to her neck then she felt one of his hands slide into her jeans and under her underwear. She moaned as she felt his fingers slide over her clit. She leaned forward a little bit and pulled on his hair. He pressed his lips against her neck and bit her skin. She bucked forward and pushed against his hand when she felt his teeth.
His other hand slid up over her stomach to her shoulder and rested there. His fingers digging into her back. He moved his fingers over her clit and she rocked her body against his hand. She moaned and slid one of her hands out of his hair down his neck and held onto his shoulder then leaned back so he'd have more room. She felt his hand move further as soon as she did it. He slid his middle finger over her entrance and she started to breathe heavier. He leaned back away from her neck and she looked down at him. He was biting his lip and then looked up at her. Then she felt his finger slide inside of her slowly. Her mouth fell open and she heard Dean groan a little. She clenched around his finger and they sat there for a second his finger deep inside of her and their mouths open.
Then he started to move his finger. She moaned and pushed her hips forward against him. His hand slid further into her pants and his thumb pressed up against her clit as he moved his hand. She moaned and he started to move his hand faster, his finger going in and out of her. She looked down at him as he leaned forward and put his mouth around her nipple again. She tried to say his name but it dissolved into a moan as his hand moved faster and he slid his tongue in a circle around her nipple. He lifted his head from her and his free hand reached up to pull her face down to his and kiss her again. His tongue slid inside of her mouth and she dug her fingernails into his shoulder. She felt him move his fingers out of her then slide another in. She broke the kiss and put her cheek against his and let out a heavy breath against his ear. Then he started to move his fingers inside of her faster. She moaned against his skin then tilted her head and caught his earlobe between her teeth. He made a low noise and she swore she could feel him twitch.
She couldn't catch her breath with how fast his hand was moving against her. She thought she might explode, that she wouldn't be able to take it. He wasn't making this easy to not lose her cool. Then he only made it worse. His hand slid out of her jeans and underwear. Her hand gripped tighter onto his hair trying to will his hand back where it was while trying to catch her breath. His hand went to her hip then one slid around to the small of her back. His other hand trailed down over the thigh of her jeans. His breath was ragged, Jo never thought she'd hear him like that. She was worried for a second that maybe he was actually going to stop. How could he turn back when they'd gotten this far?
"Dean, please...I need you." Her voice was steady as she looked down at him. She tried to pull him closer to her and was feeling desperate with the lust curling inside of her.
"Is that right...Joanna?" Dean's eyes lifted from her stomach and jeans to meet her brown eyes. She felt a shiver travel through her when he said her full name. He'd never done that before.
"God, yes. C'mon Winchester I can't make it any fuckin' clearer than that." She moved one of her hands to push his head forward so his lips connected with hers. He kissed her with hunger, hard and fast. She could feel how bad he wanted what she wanted. He kissed her hard for a moment his hands on the side of her face, his thumb tracing over her skin, then pulled back from her.
"Get in the backseat then." Dean smiled at her a little then opened his door. Jo slid off of his lap to stand outside the car. She didn't trust her legs much but she wasn't alone very long. He stepped out of the car and pulled her against him one hand on the small of her back. He shut the door then pushed her towards the back door and opened it with his other hand. He backed her into it and let go of her for a second as he closed the door behind him. He pushed her so she was sitting up, her back against the door. He kissed her hard and slid his hand into her hair then broke the kiss and put his lips by her ear.
"Lift your hips off the seat, baby." He whispered it roughly into her ear. Jo had been known to slug a guy for calling her baby. In fact, it had happened more than once. It happened enough that Ash would grab his camera whenever a guy said it. When Dean said it though, it felt different, it sent fire through her veins. When she did what he asked he pulled the jeans and underwear off and tossed them on the floor. He stared up at her for a minute and then looked down at her body. He slid his hand up her sides then moved his face away from hers and kissed between her breasts again then trailed down. Jo's hands went to his hair again. He slid between her legs and moved his hands down to lift them to rest on his shoulders.
The blonde was holding her breath as his head moved between her legs then he put his lips against her. Then his tongue slid over her clit.
Jo bucked forward and she moved one of her hands to the front seat and gripped hard onto the leather. She tilted her head back against the window and shut her eyes tightly. She had thought that they would skip to the next part but instead here he was with his head between her legs. She put her hand in his hair again and moaned loudly as he twisted his tongue against her.
"Dean..." She arched her back up against him and opened her eyes to look down at him. He looked up at her through his eyelashes and she bit her lip hard and moaned again then watched him close his eyes. Her nails dug into the leather of the seat as he moved his tongue faster. One of Dean's hands moved to rest on her breast and his fingers slid against her. She moaned louder and fought the urge to shut her eyes. She didn't want to miss any of this, any of the faces, the looks he'd make. He pulled back and looked up at her for what felt like forever then he slid two of his fingers into his mouth and she bit her lip as she watched him. There was something drop dead sexy about the way he did that, and how he didn't break eye contact with her. Then he moved them to rest over her entrance, barely brushing against her.
"You gonna tell me what you want Jo?" Dean arched an eyebrow at her and pushed his fingers a little closer to her so they were slightly inside. Jo clenched her jaw and her eyebrows came together. She wanted to scream with him that close.
"I want you inside me Dean. Deep." He licked his lips as he looked at her for a second then he looked down at her and slid his fingers inside of her before lowering his mouth back to her body. "Oh...god." Jo's back arched more as his tongue moved slowly over her then he started to slide his fingers slowly in and out of her. She let her eyes close and she tilted her head back more as her legs started to shake a little. "Dean...please..." She couldn't accurately form words to what she wanted but he responded by moving faster and pushing his fingers harder and deeper. It was like he could read her mind. She was breathing heavy and she moved her hand off of the seat to rest over his on her chest. He moved his fingers to grab hold of hers and she held onto his hand tightly as she started to feel the pressure inside of her building.
The blonde's legs were shaking more against his shoulders and she couldn't stop small noises from coming out of her mouth. "God...damnit." Her legs pushed against him and he moved his tongue faster then he stopped and pushed his tongue up against her clit and he let out a growling hum in his mouth and pushed his fingers deeper inside of her. Jo's eyes snapped open and she sucked in a breath hard as her body arched against him. Her muscles clenched around his fingers tightly and she looked down at him. He was looking up at her, something carnal in his eyes. She froze that way for a moment holding her breath and getting tighter around him. Then she snapped like a rubber band. She squeezed his hand hard and moaned loudly around a string of curses as he moved his tongue against her again and faster. He pushed his fingers in and out of her until her body started to melt against him.
"Fuck..." She breathed the word out as her body came down against the seat again. She relaxed the death grip on his hand and he moved her legs off of his shoulders and moved up and kissed her hard as he slid his fingers out of her slowly. She made a soft noise in her throat as she closed her eyes, already missing having him inside of her. He broke the kiss and gave her a small smirk. She opened her eyes to look at him and the smirk turned into a grin.
"What's that face for Winchester?" She narrowed her eyes at him but rubbed her thumb against his hand.
"Apparently you don't know how to be quiet." He said without losing the smirk. Jo gave him a playful growl and pulled him closer by his chin and pushed her lips against his gently. She smiled into the kiss then his phone went off in the front seat. Dean pulled away from her,
"Son of a bitch." He said it under his breath and Jo smiled slightly and pushed him back from her. "Sorry I have to get it in case..."
"It's Sam, I know." Jo gave him a small smile as he pulled away she moved out of his way so he could get to his jacket and pulled his phone out answering it.
"Yeah?" His voice was gruff and Jo smiled that he sounded like that because of her. She sat up more and slid her hand over his knee to his thigh on the outside of his jeans. He looked at her and she saw the smile in his eyes. Then he closed his eyes and his brow furrowed. She moved her hand back and her eyes roamed over his face. She just hoped Sam was alright. She moved closer to him to see if she could hear him on the other hand.
"Alright Sam, where are you?" Dean looked at Jo and she nodded. He ran his hand through her hair once as he moved away from her and climbed out of the backseat, shut the door and got in the front. Jo started to pull her jeans and underwear back on as Dean grabbed his shirt. "We'll be there in like five seconds Sammy." He hung up the phone and pulled his shirt back on. He glanced at her through the rear view mirror and she looked up at him and crawled carefully over the seat to the front. Dean handed her the bra and shirt he'd taken off of her earlier and she pulled them on. He put his arm across the back of the seat to look behind them as he backed out of the alley. He stopped when his hand ran over where her had been earlier. He looked up at her with a sort of shocked look on his face.
"Dean, what's wrong is Sam okay?" She clicked her seat belt and stopped with her hand on it as she looked at him.
"You clawed up my girl, Jo." He growled a little then started driving again. She looked at the leather and saw faint tracks of where her nails had grabbed onto it. "You're gonna get it for that later."