Here's a Dean/Jo oneshot that I could not get out of my head I just had to write it down. ENjoy :D

Dean and Sam first met the Harvelle's when Dean was nine and Sam was five. John dropped them off at the Roadhouse and went off on a hunt, there was a wendigo in the area and they happened to be passing through.

Dean took Sammy's hand and lead them to the bar and lifted him onto one the stools before getting onto the one next to it. John followed close behind.

"Hey Ellen," John said, "You get my message?"

"Yeah I did, your boys can stay here until you're done." the light brown haired woman behind the bar said.

She reminded Dean of Bobby, but a female version. Dean pulled his hoodie closer around himself and smiled fondly when Sam started kicking his feet under the bar.

"Boys," their father said, "This is Miss Ellen Harvelle."

"You can just call me Ellen." she said with a smile.

"Ellen, these are my boys, Dean and Sam."

"Nice to meet you." Sam said smiling at her, and Dean only nodded.

"Nice to meet you too," Ellen said smiling down at Sam and then made a point to smile warmly at Dean who, despite the strong and silent bravado he was trying to portray, smiled back with a small uplift of his mouth.

John said goodbye to his boys and Ellen made them some lunch.

"Dean, how long are we staying here?" Sam asked as he picked at his PB&J, he looked up at his big brother with curious and trusting eyes.

"I dunno Sammy, whenever Dad is done." Dean said with a shrug.

"What does Dad hunt?" the little boy asked.

"I told you not to ask that, Sammy." Dean said sternly.

"Sorry." the little boy pouted and Ellen looked curiously at Dean.

A few minutes later while Sam was in the bathroom Ellen leaned over the counter and looked at Dean.

"He doesn't know." she said simply.

Dean nodded, "And he's not going to. Not until he's my age at least."

"Alright." Ellen said nodding in return, "I'll let my Jo know."

"Joe? He your son?" Dean asked.

Sam came out of the bathroom and Dean lifted him onto the stool again.

"No Jo's not my son, she's my daughter, Joanna Beth, she's bout the same age as you Sam."

"Can she play with me?" he asked.

"Sure, when she gets home from school." Ellen grinned, "Help me wipe the tables down, Dean?"

Dean walked over to her and grabbed a rag, "Yes ma'am."

Ellen left the boys alone in the bar while she went to pick Jo up from school. On the way there she explained how Dean knew about monsters but Sam didn't and to keep quiet about it if Sam was around.

They walked into the bar to find Sam sitting on Dean's lap at a booth as he drew with some crayons and paper.

"Hi Ellen!" Sam said smiling at the woman he was already fond of and hopped off of Dean's lap to walk over to them.

There was a small blonde girl holding Ellen's hand. She had on an army green back pack and jeans and a black t-shirt. Her face was innocent looking and her big brown eyes were the light color of whiskey. Her hair went all the way down to her butt and her pink lips were in a small smirk.

Dean sauntered over as best as a nine year old could saunter and stood behind Sam.

"Hi, I'm Sam, and this is my big brother Dean." the puppy like boy said with a smile and offered his hand.

The little girl regarded him for a second before smiling just as wide and said, "Hi Sam, I'm Jo." and shook his hand, "Hi Dean." she continued ad grinned at the older boy.

Dean couldn't help but smile at her, she was adorable, " Hi Jo."

"Can we go play?" Sam asked looking at Jo and then at Dean.

Ellen noticed that Sam always looked to Dean for permission, she'd never seen him ask John about anything.

The three kids played tag for a long time out back in the woods, and then they stopped for lemonade and Dean sat and watched Jo and Sam play. The three of them fell asleep on a couch in the living room above the Roadhouse, Sam was snuggled into one side of Dean and Jo was snuggled into the other. Ellen took a picture.

The nap was over an hour and a half later and they continued playing.

Later that night Dean was sitting on the end of the double bed that he and Sam were sharing in one of the guest rooms Ellen had, and was carving his initials into the bed post.

The door that was already slightly open, creaked open even more and Dean stiffened, but then his muscles relaxed when he saw the small form of Jo peak inside. Dean lifted a finger to his mouth, letting her know that Sammy was asleep. Jo nodded and came all the way inside.

"Mommy told me Sam doesn't know about the monsters." she whispered when she standing right in front of him.

"He doesn't, not yet. I don't wanna tell him until he's older." Dean whispered back.

"Oh, okay." Jo said and then continued, "I'll help you protect Sammy when you're here." she said straightening her back and lifting her chin.

"Yeah?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you guys are my friends. You'll come back right?" she asked looking up at him with wide eyes.

"O-of course." Dean stuttered out.

Jo climbed onto the bed with Dean and sat with him, telling him whispered stories about how her Daddy used to be a hunter. Dean noticed a small tear and wiped it away. Jo fell asleep between the Winchester boys and the next morning Ellen knew that even if John didn't plan to, that he would have to come back. Jo had something special with these boys, and they had something special with her.

-x-

The Winchesters did come back, more and more John left the boys with either Bobby or Ellen, or Bobby and Ellen depending on if Bobby was visiting the Roadhouse or not. One time John left the boys with Ellen for three months. The boys looked at Ellen as a mother, and Sam looked at Jo like a sister but Dean? Dean and Jo had always had a different relationship, they bickered and always had playful banter and not long after Jo turned ten did they realize that Jo had a crush on the older boy.

Dean realized when he was fifteen and Jo was eleven that his feelings for her were more than friends, but she was so young, so he waited.

Dean was Jo's first real kiss when she was sixteen and Dean was twenty. Dean skedaddled out of range not long after that happened because Ellen had a fire in her eyes and a shot gun in her hands and he was absolutely terrified of her.

...

Jo was eating lunch with her only friends, a girl named Felicia Day and a boy named Misha Collins. It was warm outside so the high schoolers ate outside at the lunch tables near the gym. Jo sighed.

"I have to tell you guys something."

Felicia's eyebrows shot up and Misha looked up from his food, "This sounds interesting." Felicia said with a giggle.

"I had my first kiss a month ago."

"A month ago? A month?" Felicia said in shock.

"And you didn't think to tell us?" Misha asked.

"Sorry, oh my gosh, I've had a lot on my mind okay?" Jo said, she wasn't going to tell them about how the reason she had a lot on her mind was because a group of vamps had stalked the Roadhouse for a few weeks until Bobby took care of it.

"So... who was it?" Misha asked.

"It was uh...it was with Dean." Jo said blushing.

Felicia spit out her water and Misha grinned widely. Jo's two friends, who were completely oblivious to the supernatural world, only knew about Dean and Sam because of all the pictures of the boys and Jo that were littered around Jo's home and the Roadhouse. Jo even had a picture of her and them in her locker.

"Dean, the twenty year old hottie that you've been crushing on since you were like, eight?" Felicia asked.

"The very same."

"How was it? How did it happen? Why did it happen?" Misha bombarded her.

"Sam and I were hanging out in the lounge and Sam went to bed early, he wasn't feeling well and Dean finally got away from his car, which he had been fixing literally all day. He came over and sat with me, and we were just talking yah know? About normal stuff, he was asking how school was, if I'd had a boyfriend and what not. I love Sam and Dean, I mean I tell them literally everything. The only person who doesn't know that I like Dean is Dean." she told them.

"This is like a cheesy romance novel." Misha mumbled and Felicia elbowed him in the ribs.

"Anyways," Jo continued, "We were alone, my mom and Bobby were downstairs in the bar and I told Dean I'd never had a boyfriend, he was shocked and asked if I'd ever been kissed and I told him no. Shit like that never bothered me before yah know? I wans't in a rush, and I dunno, he just leaned in and kissed me."

"And?" Felicia asked.

"And what?"

"Was it nice? Did you kiss him back? What happened after?" Misha clarified.

"It was fucking awesome." Jo said blushing, "It wasn't long or anything, and it was just our lips and uh, yeah I kissed him back, and he pulled away and said, 'Lucky for me I got to be the first one' then kissed my cheek and left before my mom came up to see what we were doing."

"Does Sam know?" Misha asked.

"I told him the morning after, he said Dean already told him. He wasn't surprised or phased by it, he didn't really say much about it." Jo said with a shrug.

The three teenagers heard a loud whistle and Jo's body froze and her ears perked up. She knew a whistle like that anywhere, it was a Winchester. She turned around and saw Sam loping towards her, right onto the high school campus. People were looking at him curiously and girls started whispering. Jo grinned and got up from her seat.

"Sam!" she shouted and ran into his awaiting arms. He picked her up and spun her in a circle.

"Hey Jo." he said smiling when he put her down.

"Where's Dean?" she asked, a little put out he wasn't with his brother.

"Don't worry he's coming, he's just parking the car. I didn't wanna wait for him." Sam said with a grin and Jo dragged him over to her lunch table.

They had a least a half an hour of lunch left, enough time to talk. Good thing Sam looked their age even though he was a giant, the teachers who sat on the other side of the campus at their table weren't really paying much attention.

"Hey guys, this is Sam, my best friend, basically brother," Jo said introducing them, "Sam this is Felicia and Misha."

"Nice to meet you." Sam said with a half smile.

"Nice to meet you." Misha replied.

"Yeah, Jo talks about you and your brother all the time." Felicia said smiling.

"Oh she does?" someone said behind her, and Dean sat down on the other side of Jo, draping an arm lazily around her shoulders.

"Hey Dean." Jo said, a slight, almost unnoticeable blush crept into her cheeks.

"Hiya Jo." he said, flashing her a grin, "Who're your friends?"

"Felicia and...Misha." Sam answered for her, remembering their names.

Some of the girls that Jo never bothered hanging out with were staring intently at their table and smiling flirtatiously at Sam and especially Dean. The two boys paid them no mind, completely oblivious to the rich barbie dolls trying to get their attention.

"Looks like Bela and her friends like your family Jo." Misha said grinning.

"Yeah, if they even try talking to me, I'll yank the tissue out of their bras." Jo said rolling her eyes. Sam laughed and Dean chuckled.

"Ohh, Cat fight." Dean said trying to get a rise out Jo, "What's the matter Jo? Don't like the plastics over there?"

Dean had just referenced Mean Girls and now Jo couldn't think of how he could get any more perfect than that.

"They're evil bitches," Felicia answered for her, "They don't talk to anyone who's under upper middle class, which is like half of the school. Not to mention they've had like three nose jobs each."

"Yeah, we all remember what your face looked like before, and now you look like Ken Dolls in drag." Misha said with a laugh and Jo giggled heartily. Dean loved her giggle.

The bell rang.

"You comin Jo?" Sam asked, he'd long gotten used to her and Dean's delinquent ways and skipping a few classes ranked low on the naughty meter.

"Nah, I've got a test in two of my last three classes today, sorry boys." She said standing and smiling at them.

"We'll see you back at the Roadhouse, we're not staying long, Dad's just in for a salt and burn." Dean told her, even if her friends had been listening they would be terribly confused.

Sam gave her a big squeeze and rubbed her head and Dean gave her a one armed hug and just before he left, he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. Shooting her a mischievous grin he ran after Sam.

-x-

A year later when Jo was seventeen and Dean had just turned twenty-one Dean was even more gracious with his flirtations towards Jo. SHe always reciprocated them with witty refusals that had Dean smiling and wanting her even more. After they had kissed they never said anything about actually being together. Jo'd had one or two boyfriends and Dean had not been unfriendly towards hot bar girls that he came across.

But, nothing ever felt right because they were in love with each other, they just refused to act on their feelings, Jo was afraid and Dean wanted to wait until she was at least eighteen, that way Ellen wouldn't be too unhappy about it .

It was the night before John and his boys would be leaving again and Jo couldn't sleep. Dean found her sitting on a pool table and looking out the window at the stars.

"Can't sleep?" he asked hopping up onto the pool table next to her.

"Nah, you?"

"Nope, kinda restless, I get kinda jittery when i'm not with Dad on a hunt."

"So why aren't you?" she asked, then continued before he could answer, "Frankly, I've always wondered why you don't go on hunts when you're visiting. You're certainly old enough."

Dean pursed his lips and thought for a moment.

"I've been going on hunts with Dad since I turned sixteen. I don't go on hunts when I'm here because I like staying with you. Sam stays to take a rest, and to hang out with you and shit, but I uhh, I like being with you, I guess."

Jo blushed, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, Jo. I really like you, you think I just give away first kisses?"

"I wasn't sure," she said with a shrug, "Who knows what Dean Winchester does with his lips yah know? I hear he's pretty notorious."

"I think that most of those things you hear are rumors. I mean sure, he's been around, but he hasn't been in the mood lately."

"And why is that?"

"Because, ... somebody caught his eye."

Jo looked up at Dean with her wide whiskey colored eyes, her cheeks were pink and he smiled at her.

"When's your birthday?" he whispered leaning in a little closer.

"It's in june. June 27th." she whispered back.

Dean nodded, leaned down to kiss her cheek and then hopped off the pool table, "G'night Jo."

"Goodnight Dean." Jo whispered but he was already up the stairs.

Jo was bored for most of her school day, she itched to take her switch blade out of her back pocket and play with it. But hey, if they found out she had a knife on her in school they'd expel her. Not to mention all the other weird stuff she kept on her person. The only thing that didn't cause any suspicion was her rosary.

She was walking out of the school after it finally ended talking with Felicia and Misha and ignoring the glares she was receiving from Bela and her barbie cronies. You see, Jo was beautiful, she had flawless skin and gorgeous hair and what bothered Bela and her friends was that she didn't try. She wore, admittedly tight, but raggedy jeans and old band t-shirts that she'd gotten from Dean or just old t-shirts that she'd acquired over the words. Her totally ratty Doc Martins clunked down the steps loudly.

"Hey Harvelle, when are you gonna learn to dress like a girl?" Bela snarled as she walked by.

"Hey Bela, when're you going to realize I don't give a fuck?" she shot back and caught up to Felicia and Misha when she heard a familiar Winchester whistle.

Dean and Sam were leaning against the impala. Jo looked up at them and grinned, leaving her friends in the dust she ran down to them and they tackled her in a giant group hug.

"Hiya fellas." Jo said grinning up at them.

"Hey we're uh, headin out. Dad finished the job, he's havin a beer with Ellen and then we're hittin the road." Sam said with a sad smile.

"We came to say by cuz we're pickin him up and headin to the east coast." Dean said looking at his feet, "We're gonna be there for a long while."

"Oh that sucks." Jo pouted, "Call and email me and stuff, yeah?"

"Of course." Sam said hugging her again and kissing the top of her head, she gave him a squeeze and he got into the car.

Jo looked over at Dean, "So you'll keep in touch?" she asked kicking a rock with her foot.

"Yeah, just like always." Dean said with a smile, "Hey Jo?"

"Yeah Dean?"

Dean looked at her and took her hand, running his fingers over her open palm before pulling her forward. He slammed his lips onto hers, sliding his fingers into her hair and pulling her closer by her waist. She was surprised for a second or two but melted into his embrace easily. She rester her arms on his shoulders and gripped the soft baby hairs at the nape of his neck in her tiny fists.

They pulled apart for a moment before Dean leaned in again and they kissed for a moment longer, she sucked in his botto lip and he gripped her hair the roots. Sam knocked loudly on the window of the Impala and they pulled away blushing and smiling.

"What was that for?" she asked breathlessly.

"I'll be back in June, right around your birthday, gotta make sure you won't run off with any other hunter's kids." he said with a wink.

"Don't worry, Deano," Jo said gripping his shirt and grinning up at him, "None of them can kiss like you."

She let go of his shirt and backed up a little, giving him a light wave of her fingers and Deans stood there a moment before scrunching his eyebrows, "Wait what? How do you know how they kissed?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Jo said with a sly grin, "Go on Dean before Sam vomits on your upholstery."

Dean watcher her sway her hips back over to her friends and he groaned but couldn't help smiling so wide that it cracked his skull.

They returned around Jo's birthday, two days after to be exact. Dean had spent an entire month worrying about what he was going to get Jo for her eighteenth birthday before Sam told him if he didn't get his head out of his ass he would yank it out for him. Apparently Dean was thinking too hard, Sam said that since Jo was already getting him, which was all she wanted, that he'd have to get her something that represented him.

Dean made her a bracelet. It was a leather strap and had a wood carving that he's made set in the middle. It was a carving of an anti-possession symbol. His initials and her initials were carved into the leather band.

When he gave it to her, she beamed up at him, told him it was beautiful. She kissed him, right in front of Sam and Ellen and Dean knew that he was never gonna hear the end of it. But he didn't care.

He was in love with her. Dean Winchester was in love with Joanna Beth Harvelle and he knew it could never be any different.

Someday he'd go out on a hunt and he'd spend more than just a few months away from her, he'd be on a hunt where he wouldn't have time to stop and see Jo for half a year or longer. They'd have to deal with it, he wouldn't stay abstinent, and neither would she, but he'd always be in love with her. He didn't think he could stop being in love with her.

But he didn't have to worry about that just yet, he was going to stick with worrying about the now.

John let Sam and Dean stay the entire summer with the Harvelle's, it happened to be the best summer of their lives. It was the one that they enjoyed the most.

The Roadhouse was frequented by teenagers during the day for lunch food, but you weren't allowed in after six if you were under 21. The town grew curious about these Winchester boys. They'd seen them around, thought they were family of the Harvelle's, and they were in a manner of speaking, but they'd never stayed for an entire summer before.

One day while Jo was waitressing Sam and Dean were hanging out at the bar and Ellen had just gone out for an errand. One of those barbie girls from Jo's school, Bela, Dean thought she was called, came up to him.

He took a sip of his beer, he was the only person legally allowed to drink other than the staff in the Roadhouse at the time and it made him feel in control.

"Hi." she said smiling sweetly at him.

"Howdy." Dean said, he wasn't even being flirtatious, just polite.

"I've seen you around with that Jo Harvelle, you two related to her or something?"

"Nope." Sam said. "Just real close friends."

"What's your name?" she asked Dean.

"Dean." was all he said, she was a little confused when he didn't ask for hers.

"Mine's Bela." She smiled at him again, this time much more feline like, "I've never seen a guy as good looking as you before, we don't have a lot of handsome boys here in Nebraska."

"Now ain't that a damn shame, huh Sammy?" Dean said sarcastically.

"A real damn shame, Dean." Sam replied. The girl obviously couldn't take a hint.

"I just turned eighteen, like a few weeks ago..." she said sliding her hand up his bicep and squeezing it. He caught her wrist and yanked her hand from his arm.

"Listen, Miss Bela,.." Dean said setting down his beer ad glaring at her, "I don't really like you. You're way too tan and your nose job gives me the shivers. I'm just tryna have a beer while I'm waiting for Jo to get off work, can you leave me in peace?"

Sam snickered and she glared at them both, "Why would you want to be friends with Harvelle?"

"I'm not friends with her, Sam is, I'm in love with her. Now if you don't mind I'd like to finish my beer."

She huffed loudly and stomped off, pouting to her friends. They all collectively glare at Jo as she made her way towards him. She didn't give a damn. Leaning over the bar she gave Dean a long, hard kiss, and then gave Sam one on the forehead.

Dean had been the first to say 'I love you' out loud. They had been two months into the relationship, and a demon had got wind of the Roadhouse and was a little too curious. Jo and Ellen had been home alone. When Dean and Sam got home from grocery shopping to find Ellen and Jo beat up and a demon's meatsuit on the floor Dean lost his cool a little bit.

He couldn't lose Jo and Ellen, and when he realized that it wasn't safe running a bar for hunters well, he figured if he didn't tell her then, then he might never get to. Ellen pretended to hate him a little, not wanting her Jo to get mixed up and fall in love with a hunter but she was too late because Jo already was. ANd truth is, Ellen wouldn't have wanted it to be anyone else.

-x-

Dean was twenty two and Sam was eighteen when John decided he was going to let Sam finish his senior year in Nebraska with Jo. Dean decided to stay with Sam while their dad continued hunting.

It had been four months since Dean and Sam left Jo. Sam missed her a lot, she was his best friend, but it was killing Dean. He was turning down girls in bars left and right, he wouldn't even flirt with them. All he could think about was Jo.

He was ecstatic when their Dad said they were going back to Nebraska, John said Bobby was there and that if Sam wanted he could finish his senior year there. But he asked Dean to continue hunting with him while he was there.

"No." Dean said.

"What do you mean no? Help me with this demon case and then skip out of Nebraska with me, Sammy won't mind."

"First of all, no, second of all, he would mind, and third, no."

"What's gotten into you?"

"What the fuck does that mean, Dad?" Dean asked angrily, "I do every goddamn thing you ask me. Give me a break, let me stay with Sammy and Jo until the school year is over."

"Sammy and Jo?"

"Yeah Dad, Sammy and Jo. Especially Jo."

"Dean it was just a summer fling, you'll get over it."

"That's just it Dad, it wasn't just a summer fling. I am in love with her, okay? I'm constantly nervous if I don't hear her voice at least once a day. Being eight states away most of the time doesn't help either. It hurts, okay Dad? It physically hurts when I'm not with her. I'm staying."

John looked at his son for a moment before reluctantly nodding, "That's how I feel yah know. Everyday, because your mom's not here."

"Then you understand why I want to stay." Dean said keeping his voice even, "I'll even take on a few cases in the area Dad, but I've already been away from her for four months and it's killin me."

...

Dean crept up to the somewhat large glass window on the side of the school. He could see Jo sitting in her desk flicking around her pencil like she usually did with her Dad's knife. God she was beautiful, and he'd missed her so much. She was wearing a pair of light wash blue jeans, skin tight and tucked into her doc martins. She was also wearing one of his Metallica shirts that had shrunk in the wash, it was still big on her but gosh was it hot to see her in his clothes. Her Dad's army jacked was tucked into the side of her desk.

Jo was bored, she was in Spanish class, she hated spanish class even though she had a knack for languages, she preferred Latin. She was very good at Latin. Misha nudged her and pointed at the window. Dean was leaning against the wall of the school and looking right at her. He took out a knife and started picking the window lock.

"Shit," Jo hissed but she had a huge grin on her face, "Distract her?" Jo asked Misha who nodded and asked the teacher to write out all of the conjugations for a ridiculously long word.

Other students in the class were noticed Dean picking the window lock with a knife but didn't say anything. He was Jo Harvelle's boyfriend, and nobody messed with the Harvelle's. Jo had always had quite the reputation at the school as someone who didn't give a shit about what others thought, and some knew she was pretty good in a fight too.

It wasn't until the end of junior year though, when they realized how much of a bad ass chick she really was. An older boy, a senior, had for some reason, sought out Misha and picked on him everyday, but Jo never knew about it until one day she saw it happening.

To put it bluntly, she kicked the guy's ass six ways from Sunday. Then two days later when he walked into the bar to apologize to Misha who was sitting with Jo, he almost shit himself because Jo was sitting with Misha and flicking around a very sharp, decent sized knife. She slammed it into the table and went over to Dean, who just happened to be cleaning his pistol.

That guy never laid a hand on anyone again, and no one fucked with Jo Harvelle.

Some of the girls and a few guys started chuckling because Dean couldn't get the window unlocked, Jo grabbed her jacket and back pack and just as she made it to the window, Dean got it open. Before he could even say Hello she pulled him by the shirt into a heated kiss. Someone let out a quiet whistle.

Then she started climbing over the windowsill and the teacher turned around. She stood there in shock so Jo waved, and then Dean waved much more enthusiastically, before they bolted, leaving the window open.

"C'mon babe, Sammy's waiting in the car."

Then a teacher came running out of the building and started shouting at them. Jo and Dean whooped loudly, jumping and throwing their arms in the air, and Sam beeped the horn before they pulled away.

Jo luckily only got a detention.

The next day while she was sitting in spanish class again the classroom phone rang and after a moment the teacher hung up and said, "We're getting a new student, he'll be here momentarily, please welcome him kindly."

Jo didn't know that Sam was enrolling in her and he and Dean were staying for the rest of the year.

Five minutes later Dean and Sam came loping into the classroom. Sam had grown a lot over the last year, standing now at a heaping height of six foot two, he'd grow another two inches before he reached college. Sam sat in the empty seat next to Jo, Misha had taken up the other side, and Dean sat in the empty one behind her.

"Salutem," Sam said to Jo, it meant 'greetings' in Latin.

"Salve" she replied with a grin, which meant 'hello'.

"Which of you is Sam Winchester? And, wait, aren't you the boy that broke Miss Harvelle out of here yesterday?" she asked confused because they were not speaking english or spanish and a little angry.

"Yes ma'am." Dean said with a grin, and pushed Jo's hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck, some students noticed but he teacher didn't.

"Uh, I'm Sam Winchester, ma'am, and that's my idiot older brother Dean, he's not supposed to be here."

"You're not in high school?" the teacher asked Dean who laughed.

"I'm twenty two, miss." Dean replied.

"Why are you here?"

"Because ma'am, I am in love with Joanna Beth Harvelle, and it's just so damn hard to stay away." Dean said standing from his seat and kissing Jo on the cheek. "Don't get you're panties in a was ma'am I'm leaving."

Sam shook his head, trying not to laugh and Jo blushed. "Te amo." Jo said to him, it meant 'I love you' in Latin.

"Te amo." he said, kissing her cheek again, then rubbed Sam's head, "See yah around Sammy."

And just before Dean left he turned towards the class and said, "Irrumabo, bitches!" and ran down the hallway.

Sam and Jo erupted into loud laughter and the teacher looked even more confused, "Was he speaking Latin?"

Sam nodded and Jo couldn't stop laughing.

"What did he say?" a student asked.

Jo was wiped the tears from her eyes, and Sam answered the question, "The rough translation is um, well, he said 'suck my dick', excuse my language ma'am."

The class erupted in laughter and the teacher's cheeks burned.

"Ego vos desiderabat," Jo told Sam, it meant 'i've missed you'.

"Sic ego, amice." Sam replied, it meant, 'So have I, friend'.

The teacher looked at them astonished. Nobody spoke Latin anymore, it was rare for someone of their age to even know Latin, and it hadn't been spoken as a conversation language in centuries.

That night Dean and Jo made love for the second time. The first time was when Dean had first told her he loved her, this time it was because Dean wanted to feel her on another level. He had been gone for so long that he hadn't realized how much he belonged with her.

And then Sam decided to to go college. Dean had called and told Jo and Ellen about the big fight between their Dad and Sam, and Dean sounded so broken on the phone. He told Jo not wait for him, because he wasn't sure how long he would be gone for, but he needed some space, he needed to be alone.

He then spoke to Ellen on the phone later that night after Jo had cried herself to sleep.

"It hurts so much Ellen, but I need to clear my head, I just I need too, I don't know anything anymore, my family is broken and I'm broken. I love her so much, I do, god I would die for her, but I just..."

"I know sweetie," Ellen said, "I understand, you need time. She understands too, it just hurts, you know that it does. She loves you too, she just doesn't realize that you love her more. Just keep in touch, okay sweetie? Just don't forget about her, that's all I ask."

"Ellen, I don't think I could forget her if I wanted to."

It broke her heart. It also broke his.

-x-

"Dad's been on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam looked up at his brother, they locked eyes, and then he told Jessica he needed to speak with Dean alone.

This is going to be a two shot or three shot, not any longer. It's kind of like three one shots put together in the style that I'm writing them I guess. Please review? DEan/JO is awesome. I love you guys. One Love.

Liz.