Title: Here Without You
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Jo Sam/Madison
Spoilers: All of Seasons 1-2. This goes AU after ‘Born Under a Bad Sign’
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*
Category: Romance, Supernatural, Humor,
Summary: Sequel to Everything I Need It’s been two weeks since the boys got back from California and when their called away on another job…the unknown dangers their leaving behind could cost them more than they are willing to lose. Jo’s well into her second trimester, Madison’s dealing with the revelation that she’ll always be a Werewolf, and Bobby and Ellen are trying to find Ash as Sam and Dean head into the big house.
Chapter 1
The Roadhouse
(16-Weeks)
Jo’s eyes fluttered open and it took her a minute to get her bearings as she tried to figure out what had woke her up. She felt cool metal against her leg. Her breathing quickened and she bit her lower lip as Dean’s fingertips danced across her upper thigh. He leaned forward, pressed against her back and placed a warm kiss on her neck.
Jo moaned and Dean grinned against her.
“I was wonderin’ when you’d wake up…”
Jo smirked as she shifted her body back against Dean and he groaned.
“What do you think you’re doin?”
Dean grabbed Jo’s hips, shifted their bodies, and moved so he was between her legs. He grinned.
“I got bored.”
Jo raised an eyebrow as Dean leaned in and starting planting wet kisses across her collar. Her body arched off the bed as she moaned again. Her voice was breathy when she spoke.
“So what, you decided to molest me in my sleep?”
Dean chuckled as his head made its way towards her neck.
“It’s not molesting if you like it.”
Jo laughed and lifted her arms to pull Dean closer. He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it so it was around his waist as he ground against her. She moaned deep in her throat as she slid her hands under his t-shirt.
“Mmm…get it off.”
Dean pulled back slightly and there was amusement on his face when he spoke.
“Oh, I plan too.”
Jo rolled her eyes, tightened her leg around his waist and flipped them so she was on top of him straddling his lap. Dean raised an eyebrow and it was her turn to grin.
“Shut up Dean…you’re talkin too much…”
She lifted his shirt off her body and Dean’s eyes darkened as he licked his lips. His hands came up and gripped her hips.
“Jesus Jo…”
His eyes roamed over her body, and fell on her rounded stomach for a second before looking back at her face. He reached out a hand and watched her shiver as he slid it down her side to the waist band of her panties. His hand dipped lower and she bit her lip as he stroked her through her panties.
“Don’t be a tease you bastard…”
Dean smirked and slipped a finger inside her panties. Jo threw her head back and sighed. He added another finger and her hips started grinding against his hand. Her breathing quickened and her eyes slid shut. He felt himself harden at the sight of her leaning back, swollen breasts arched forward, rapture on her face, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside of her.
Right as he shifted and pushed his boxers aside his cell phone rang. The vibrations echoed on the night stand and Jo whimpered when he took his fingers away.
“Dean…Christ ignore it…I need…”
Her sentence trailed off and he could hear the frustration in her voice. Dean grunted, held her panties aside, and thrust inside of her with one stroke. Jo leaned forward and braced her hands against his chest as her body stretched to accommodate him.
He held her hips and lifted her slightly before thrusting back up into her as he pulled her down. Jo moaned loudly and Dean groaned in pleasure as she started to ride him slowly. The phone continued to ring, but Dean ignored it.
There wasn’t a damn thing that could tear him away from plunging into Jo’s warm body. She fit him like a goddamn glove that was made just for him. Her movements grew faster and Dean wrapped an arm around her back and shifted their bodies so he was propped up slightly as she rode him.
He reached a hand up and cupped Jo’s breast making her grind against his lap harder. Her nails dug into his chest as he rolled her nipple between his fingers.
“Don’t stop….oh god….Dean…please…”
His voice was husky and full of lust as he guided her hips.
“What baby?”
“More…”
And Dean complied. He lifted himself up and captured one hard nipple in his mouth. She let out a loud cry as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive nub. For the past week or so Dean had been like a kid in a candy shop with the changes in Jo’s body.
She was even more responsive now that she was pregnant. Her tits were so sensitive he could get her off with foreplay alone, and that was hot as hell. He used his other hand to direct the erratic movements of her hips as he switched breasts and continued to suck greedily.
In a matter of minutes he could feel her walls clenching around him and he gripped her tight and slammed up into her hard. Her breathing grew heavier and he could tell she was about to come. He released her nipple with a pop and groaned when she clenched around him.
His voice was tense as he held off his orgasm. He slid a hand between them and used his thumb to rub her clit.
“Come for me Jo…”
He watched her let out a soundless scream as her body arched back, sweat glistening off her in the moonlight streaming through the window. The door to their room was pushed open and Dean frowned as Sam’s irritated face came into view…
Sam’s phone had rang seven times before Maddie had slapped him in the chest and told him if he didn’t answer it she was going to throw it out the window. When he finally picked it up the line was dead. He had groaned and tossed it on the nightstand.
When a voicemail popped up a couple minutes later he checked it and it was someone for Dean. He was gonna kill his stupid brother. Dean was such a heavy sleeper. Sam glanced at the clock and rubbed his eyes. Well if he was up at 2:30 in the morning Dean should be too.
He had gotten up in his sleep addled haze, walked to Dean and Jo’s room, irritation on his face, and pushed the door open. The anger left his face immediately and his eyes widened when he saw a very naked Jo on top of Dean, body arched back with a look of pure passion on her face.
His mouth dropped open and his eyes automatically shifted from Jo’s face to her sweat slicked body. Sam couldn’t help the response that followed when his eyes shifted from Jo’s breasts further south. The growl from Dean had his eyes shooting up to meet his brothers. There was a glare on his face that could probably melt a demon right out of its meat suit.
“Jesus, get the fuck out Sam.”
At Sam’s name Jo’s eyes popped open and she shifted her body to try and cover herself, but only succeeded in clenching her muscles further causing Dean to swear and come inside of her. Jo was against his chest as his breathing slowed down and he lifted the sheet over them.
Sam was frozen and Dean was still glaring at him.
“If you’re not out of this room in the next thirty seconds I’m gonna hurt you…Sam…get the hell out and next time KNOCK!”
Sam’s face flushed red as he practically ran out of the room. Dean heard a crash and shook his head as he sighed. He looked down at Jo, who looked sufficiently embarrassed, and rubbed her back. Her voice was muffled against his chest when she spoke.
“We really need to work on this living situation…”
Dean snorted.
“You’re telling me…”
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Jo Sam/Madison
Spoilers: All of Seasons 1-2. This goes AU after ‘Born Under a Bad Sign’
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*
Category: Romance, Supernatural, Humor,
Summary: Sequel to Everything I Need It’s been two weeks since the boys got back from California and when their called away on another job…the unknown dangers their leaving behind could cost them more than they are willing to lose. Jo’s well into her second trimester, Madison’s dealing with the revelation that she’ll always be a Werewolf, and Bobby and Ellen are trying to find Ash as Sam and Dean head into the big house.
Chapter 1
The Roadhouse
(16-Weeks)
Jo’s eyes fluttered open and it took her a minute to get her bearings as she tried to figure out what had woke her up. She felt cool metal against her leg. Her breathing quickened and she bit her lower lip as Dean’s fingertips danced across her upper thigh. He leaned forward, pressed against her back and placed a warm kiss on her neck.
Jo moaned and Dean grinned against her.
“I was wonderin’ when you’d wake up…”
Jo smirked as she shifted her body back against Dean and he groaned.
“What do you think you’re doin?”
Dean grabbed Jo’s hips, shifted their bodies, and moved so he was between her legs. He grinned.
“I got bored.”
Jo raised an eyebrow as Dean leaned in and starting planting wet kisses across her collar. Her body arched off the bed as she moaned again. Her voice was breathy when she spoke.
“So what, you decided to molest me in my sleep?”
Dean chuckled as his head made its way towards her neck.
“It’s not molesting if you like it.”
Jo laughed and lifted her arms to pull Dean closer. He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it so it was around his waist as he ground against her. She moaned deep in her throat as she slid her hands under his t-shirt.
“Mmm…get it off.”
Dean pulled back slightly and there was amusement on his face when he spoke.
“Oh, I plan too.”
Jo rolled her eyes, tightened her leg around his waist and flipped them so she was on top of him straddling his lap. Dean raised an eyebrow and it was her turn to grin.
“Shut up Dean…you’re talkin too much…”
She lifted his shirt off her body and Dean’s eyes darkened as he licked his lips. His hands came up and gripped her hips.
“Jesus Jo…”
His eyes roamed over her body, and fell on her rounded stomach for a second before looking back at her face. He reached out a hand and watched her shiver as he slid it down her side to the waist band of her panties. His hand dipped lower and she bit her lip as he stroked her through her panties.
“Don’t be a tease you bastard…”
Dean smirked and slipped a finger inside her panties. Jo threw her head back and sighed. He added another finger and her hips started grinding against his hand. Her breathing quickened and her eyes slid shut. He felt himself harden at the sight of her leaning back, swollen breasts arched forward, rapture on her face, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside of her.
Right as he shifted and pushed his boxers aside his cell phone rang. The vibrations echoed on the night stand and Jo whimpered when he took his fingers away.
“Dean…Christ ignore it…I need…”
Her sentence trailed off and he could hear the frustration in her voice. Dean grunted, held her panties aside, and thrust inside of her with one stroke. Jo leaned forward and braced her hands against his chest as her body stretched to accommodate him.
He held her hips and lifted her slightly before thrusting back up into her as he pulled her down. Jo moaned loudly and Dean groaned in pleasure as she started to ride him slowly. The phone continued to ring, but Dean ignored it.
There wasn’t a damn thing that could tear him away from plunging into Jo’s warm body. She fit him like a goddamn glove that was made just for him. Her movements grew faster and Dean wrapped an arm around her back and shifted their bodies so he was propped up slightly as she rode him.
He reached a hand up and cupped Jo’s breast making her grind against his lap harder. Her nails dug into his chest as he rolled her nipple between his fingers.
“Don’t stop….oh god….Dean…please…”
His voice was husky and full of lust as he guided her hips.
“What baby?”
“More…”
And Dean complied. He lifted himself up and captured one hard nipple in his mouth. She let out a loud cry as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive nub. For the past week or so Dean had been like a kid in a candy shop with the changes in Jo’s body.
She was even more responsive now that she was pregnant. Her tits were so sensitive he could get her off with foreplay alone, and that was hot as hell. He used his other hand to direct the erratic movements of her hips as he switched breasts and continued to suck greedily.
In a matter of minutes he could feel her walls clenching around him and he gripped her tight and slammed up into her hard. Her breathing grew heavier and he could tell she was about to come. He released her nipple with a pop and groaned when she clenched around him.
His voice was tense as he held off his orgasm. He slid a hand between them and used his thumb to rub her clit.
“Come for me Jo…”
He watched her let out a soundless scream as her body arched back, sweat glistening off her in the moonlight streaming through the window. The door to their room was pushed open and Dean frowned as Sam’s irritated face came into view…
Sam’s phone had rang seven times before Maddie had slapped him in the chest and told him if he didn’t answer it she was going to throw it out the window. When he finally picked it up the line was dead. He had groaned and tossed it on the nightstand.
When a voicemail popped up a couple minutes later he checked it and it was someone for Dean. He was gonna kill his stupid brother. Dean was such a heavy sleeper. Sam glanced at the clock and rubbed his eyes. Well if he was up at 2:30 in the morning Dean should be too.
He had gotten up in his sleep addled haze, walked to Dean and Jo’s room, irritation on his face, and pushed the door open. The anger left his face immediately and his eyes widened when he saw a very naked Jo on top of Dean, body arched back with a look of pure passion on her face.
His mouth dropped open and his eyes automatically shifted from Jo’s face to her sweat slicked body. Sam couldn’t help the response that followed when his eyes shifted from Jo’s breasts further south. The growl from Dean had his eyes shooting up to meet his brothers. There was a glare on his face that could probably melt a demon right out of its meat suit.
“Jesus, get the fuck out Sam.”
At Sam’s name Jo’s eyes popped open and she shifted her body to try and cover herself, but only succeeded in clenching her muscles further causing Dean to swear and come inside of her. Jo was against his chest as his breathing slowed down and he lifted the sheet over them.
Sam was frozen and Dean was still glaring at him.
“If you’re not out of this room in the next thirty seconds I’m gonna hurt you…Sam…get the hell out and next time KNOCK!”
Sam’s face flushed red as he practically ran out of the room. Dean heard a crash and shook his head as he sighed. He looked down at Jo, who looked sufficiently embarrassed, and rubbed her back. Her voice was muffled against his chest when she spoke.
“We really need to work on this living situation…”
Dean snorted.
“You’re telling me…”
Chapter 2
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