A Different Kind of Knight

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Title: A Different Kind of Knight
Rating: R
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Spoilers: Everything up through season 3…no wait maybe 4. Sure why not LoL.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Kripke is the keeper of all…although if I were him I would have taken better care of Jo and Ellen. *Sigh* Also the lyrics of the song ‘A Different Kind of Knight’ belong to Christian Kane, who BTW is awesome! Check him out!
Summary: It’s finally the right place, right time for Dean and Jo.



The Roadhouse

One year. That’s how long it’s been since she’s seen him. After the incident in Duluth, she ran into the Winchester brothers on a hunt out in Florida. Some kind of mass haunting. They worked the job together and for once she was the one doing the rescuing, not him.

It had been a long exhausting week, but in the end they had kicked it’s ass back to where it came from. When the job was done, they stayed a couple of extra days to enjoy South Beach. He’d hit on her several times, and each time she’d turned him down with a smile.

Jo Harvelle was no body’s one-night stand. Not even Dean Winchester. As they parted ways, he had stood by the Impala, an unreadable expression on his face. He told her not to be a stranger. She had nodded, pulled her sunglasses over her eyes and told him she’d call him.

She never did. That was a year ago almost to the date. So a few days ago Jo decided it was time to stop off at the Roadhouse, check in on her mom, and grab some more weapons. It figures he’d stroll through her door not two days later. Jo chuckled as Jose twirled her around the dance floor.

He was sweet. The son of a hunter that her mother had known for years. Jo was grinning when Jose pulled her close and that’s when she felt it. A small shiver up her spine and her body tensed slightly. She could feel it the minute he walked into the Roadhouse. She could feel his eyes burning into her. It filled her body with heat.

There’s only one man who can make her feel like that with just one look. Dean…She swallowed hard when he moved past her and caught her eyes for a brief moment. Sam smiled and waved before they moved towards the bar. Jo tried not to watch as her mother hugged them and welcomed them back with open arms.

Ellen had always been the one to tell Jo not to trust her life in their hands…but somewhere along the line she started thinking of them as family. Ellen mothered them and although they’d never admit it, Jo was pretty sure they liked it.

Jo knew for a fact that they checked in with her Mom regularly. Sam called once a week, just like she did. Jo’s eyes flicked to the bar and she caught Dean watching her as he sipped a beer. She tilted her head slightly in greeting before turning her attention back to Jose.

The song ended and a new one started. The tempo was soft and before Jose could pull Jo to him, Dean was standing at their side. He raised an eyebrow at the guy Jo was dancing with.

“Mind if I cut in buddy?”

He opened his mouth and Dean handed Jose his beer with a grin.

“Thanks.”

Dean pulled Jo away from Jose and into his arms. She could feel the warmth of his hands on the small of her back and her heart beat sped up. She swallowed hard before moving her hands slowly around his neck as he slid his around her waist bringing them closer.

Can I cut in on a dance?
You ain't gonna find what you're lookin' for
In that little Mexican
You can't mix your tears
With those from an agave plant
You see I've danced with him myself
And he's never been a friend

Jo was very aware of the eyes watching them. She could see Sam out of the corner of her eye. He was sitting at the left side of the bar glancing at them periodically and her Mother…well she might as well just sit there staring for all the good her ‘coy’ looks were doing.

Jo calmed her breathing. She was not some little school girl anymore. She wouldn’t let him get to her. She glanced up at him with a smile.

“Hey there Deano…”

“Hey yourself…it’s been a while.”

“Been busy.”

“For a year?”

Jo smiled.

“It’s been a long year…”

Jo could smell the leather and gunpowder on him and it made her want to close her eyes and just bask in his scent, but she wouldn’t. She was done with her childish dreams of her and Dean running off together. They’d never sail off into the sun and live happily ever after.

Fairytales aren’t real and Jo wouldn’t get her happy ending. Dean cleared his throat and she raised an eyebrow at him. He smirked and there was amusement coloring his voice.

“So who’s that yahoo you were dancing with? New boyfriend?”

She gave him a noncommittal grunt and rolled her eyes.

“Who’s that blonde you were talking up at the bar? Newest conquest?”

Dean’s jaw ticked and he nodded.

“Fair enough.”

She could see the tension in his shoulders as they danced and Jo wondered what was on his mind. She’d heard through the grapevine that Dean had somehow managed to get out of his deal with the crossroads demon and keep Sam alive.

She was glad. She wasn’t sure she could deal with Dean’s death…it’s not something she liked to think about. Dean watched the emotions that passed over Jo’s face and he wondered what she was thinking about. He couldn’t believe how much she’d changed in a year.

He thought for sure when they met up in Florida it would finally be the right place, right time. He was wrong. She’d laughed, turned him down, and said she wasn’t one of those girls. That if he was looking for a quick lay to glance around cause there was a bar full of women who wouldn’t mind letting Dean into their pants.

He’d respected the hell out of her for that. When they first met…she was this innocent little girl…she put him up on this pedestal and he hadn’t been sure what to do with that at first. Yeah, he’d wanted her. Who wouldn’t? But since he couldn’t offer her the fairytale she wanted, he’d left her alone.

You go believin' in your Lancelot
Well it's all in vain
And you're chasin' picket fences,
There's always hell to pay
I met many a girl in here
With the same story line
All them boys on those white horses
Don't know how to ride

He could never bring himself to make her just another one-night stand. But he wasn’t looking at that same little girl anymore. Jo Harvelle was a woman in her own right and from what he’d seen when they were in Florida, a bad ass hunter. She’d gone and grown up not only into a beautiful woman, but someone that was his equal. Jo’s voice snapped Dean out of his thoughts.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“I was just thinking…Sammy and I got word on a hunt from bobby. Looks like it could be a dozen or so vampires…maybe you wanna come along. Give us a hand.”

He watched her facial expression carefully, but it never changed. He caught the surprise in her eyes though. People always said they were the window to your soul and Dean was pretty sure he was looking at Jo’s right now. She was surprised. Scratch that, Jo was baffled.

Dean had never willingly invited her on a hunt. When they met up in Florida Sam had to convince him to let her help. She met his eyes and that’s when she saw it. Respect. Dean respected her. Her face softened. This was his way of validating her as a hunter. His way of telling her he believed she could do the job.

He wasn’t coddling her, telling her to stay with her Mom. He was trying to bring her along for the ride the only way he knew how. Jo gave him half a smile and he returned it with a tilt of his head and for a minute a fleeting thought ran through her mind. Maybe now it was finally… the right place…right time…

But I got a pain outside with enough giddyup
To be free
I got a faint smell of cheap perfume
And a hint of gasoline
See I'm a different kind of knight
You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies
I don't have a white horse
But you can come along for the ride

Dean waited for her answer patiently as they swayed to the music even though he was anything but patient. It wouldn’t be a big deal if she said no. He’d finish the dance, his beer, and leave with Sam. No harm no foul. But he was pretty sure this was it. If there was ever gonna be anything between him and Jo it was gonna happen now or never.

“Where’s the job?”

“Think Bobby said Forks, Washington…”

“Should we take two cars?”

Dean felt his heartbeat increase as warmth spread through his body. He was pretty sure they were on the same page…that she knew what she was agreeing to. He wasn’t perfect, and he’d never brought anyone on the road with him and Sammy before, but this was Jo. He shook his head.

“Nah, we can make room for you in the Impala. You got a lot of stuff?”

“Just a bag or two of weapons…you guys got plenty though so I’ll just bring my favorites.”

Dean grinned at her.

“Sounds good.”

“When do we leave?”

“Tonight?”

“Okay.”

She shifted, tightened her arms around him, and moved her head to lean against his shoulder and neck. Dean closed his eyes briefly and raised one hand up to the back of her head before sliding it back down and rubbing her back gently.

She said "I'm tired of living life in a romance book
I think chivalry's dead
And I ain't gonna look
For them roundtable boys on the white horse
That can't get the story right."
I said "as luck would have it
I was tossed by the throne
I let my *Marion* down
Some years ago
And I traded my coat of arms
For a guitar and some broken yellow lines.

Sam sat at the bar and watched his brother with Jo. He never really understood why Dean hadn’t started something up with Jo…until now. His brother was a hunter to his core, but he wouldn’t wish this life on anyone. Dean won’t ever stop hunting, but that’s because it’s all he knows.

It’s become his life. It’s a part of who he is and if anyone ever asked him to change that, they’d be taking a piece of him along with it. But just because Dean lived this life it didn’t mean he liked it. There were times when his brother openly admitted to longing for a different life.

He wished that things hadn’t turned out the way they had, but they did and nothing can change it. So Dean made do with the hand he was dealt. He’d never willingly bring someone into this life that had other options and so he’d kept his distance from Jo.

That was until Florida. Sam had seen the change in Jo. She was no longer innocent and untouched by the world they lived in. She was a hunter, resourceful and efficient. She walked in their world now of her own free will and from what they heard she was making a name for herself.

Dean didn’t need to worry about tainting her…pulling her into a situation she couldn’t handle. The moment she saved Dean’s life in Florida and held her own she earned his respect, which he doesn’t give out often. Things changed that day and Sam watched as Dean opened his eyes to the possibility of a future.

But I got a pain outside with enough giddyup
To be free
I got a faint smell of cheap perfume
And a hint of gasoline
See I'm a different kind of knight
You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies
I don't have a white horse
But you can come along for the ride

Ellen watched her only daughter in the arms of a Winchester and she sighed. Harvelle woman apparently never learned. Ellen liked Sam and Dean. She thought of them as family. Their hearts were in the right place, but the last thing she needed was her daughter and Dean getting together.

She wiped off the counter as the song came to a end and watched as Jo stepped away from Dean before saying something that made him smile. Jo headed towards the bar without meeting Ellen’s prying eyes. She stuck her tongue out at Sam as she made her way around back, Dean following behind her.

Ellen raised her eyebrows as Dean followed her daughter to the back. Sam glanced at Ellen and the look on her face was tense. Sam broke the silence.

“He cares about her Ellen…”

“I know sweetie.”

“He wants a future with her…a real future.”

A look of surprise crossed Ellen’s face as she swallowed hard.

“If he hurts my baby…I’ve got a shot gun with his name on it and a shovel…”

Sam chuckled.

“You don’t gotta worry about Jo. I’ve seen her hunt Ellen…she’s good…maybe as good as Dean and as long as he’s around…she’s got nothing to worry about because there isn’t anything Dean wouldn’t do for someone he cares about. He’s as loyal as they come.”

Ellen nodded as she looked toward the hallway. It was dark and hidden from the rest of the bar. She watched her daughter stand there bag in hand as Dean stopped her and hesitantly leaned down catching Jo’s lips with his in a chaste kiss.

She kinda shifted in her seat a little bit
The thought of every eye on her bee-stung lips
And she raised that glass and the lime
And she kissed them goodbye
She said "promise me you'll take it slow
And swear no talk of tomorrow
And when you feel me tighten around you
Well you can let the hammer down.

His hand came up cupping her cheek as he deepened the kiss. When Jo finally pulled away she said something Ellen couldn’t hear, before moving away from Dean. He stood there speechless for a minute before a grin appeared on his face.

He shook his head and followed her over to the bar. Jo smiled at Ellen and placed her bag on a stool. Ellen glanced at the bag before moving over to clean out some more glasses.

“Heading out?”

“Yeah. Bobby found a hunt up in Washington…the boys need some help.”

She nodded and glanced up at the three of them.

“You three takin’ off now?”

Dean cleared his throat.

“It’s a whiles away…we should probably head out now.”

“Lemme grab some food for you guys for the road.”

Jo and Dean rolled their eyes simultaneously and spoke in unison.

“Ellen…”

“Mom…”

Sam chuckled and sighed.

“Great…this is what I have to look forward to. Two Deans…I’ll take a sandwich to go if that’s okay Ellen.”

She smiled.

“Sure is sweetie.”

Ellen came back ten minutes later with a bag of food and drinks. She handed it to Sam who took it gratefully before giving her a hug.

“You three be careful.”

She moved over to Jo and Dean and reached out giving her daughter a hug.

“We’ll be fine. I’m gonna go toss this in the car. Keys?”

Sam smirked and Dean raised an eyebrow.

“You want the keys to my Impala? You’re crazy woman?”

“Come on Deano. Sam and I need to load the car. Fork it over I won’t hurt your baby.”

He frowned and he slowly pulled the keys out of his pocket. She went to reach for them, but he jerked them back.

“Be careful with the car Jo…seriously.”

She grabbed the keys and motioned to Sam to follow her. Sam patted Dean on the back before walking out of the Roadhouse. Dean sighed and glanced at Ellen who was watching him closely. He shifted suddenly uncomfortable.

“Uh…well I should go too. It was good seeing you Ellen.”

He started to turn around but Ellen stopped him.

“You watch out for my baby Dean.”

“Will do ma’am.”

She nodded and pulled him into a hug. After a second Dean hugged her back. She patted his cheek gently with a smile.

“Stay safe and boy don’t you forget to call and check in and give me peace a mind.”

Dean laughed and nodded.

“See you later Ellen.”

He walked out of the bar and Ellen moved over to the window. She watched Jo toss Dean the keys as he moved to the driver’s side. The three of them moved around each other like they’d done it for years. It was fluid and almost synchronized.

Sam got in the back as Jo got in the passenger side. Ellen could hear the Impala purr to life as Dean backed out of the spot. They spotted her in the window and waved. She smiled and waved back as they took off down the road.

It was hard letting her only daughter go off and hunt things, but she was comforted by the fact that Jo was with Sam and Dean. There was a time when she wouldn’t have trusted those boys with her only daughter, but times have changed and she saw the way Dean looked at Jo.

She wasn’t stupid…for Jo’s sake she prayed things with Dean ended up differently than her and William. Then again Jo and Dean are a lot more stubborn then her and William were…and unlike Ellen and William when they were younger, Jo and Dean knew better then to expect a fairytale…

But I got a pain outside with enough giddyup
To be free
I got a faint smell of cheap perfume
And a hint of gasoline
See I'm a different kind of knight
You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies
I don't have a white horse
But you can come along for the ride