The Man of My Dreams

Title: The Man Of My Dreams
Season: Season 1-3
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the CW and the Creators of Supernatural.
Couples: Jo/Dean…
Edited By: dh1031
Category: One-Shot




(Jo POV)



Everyone has a picture of the ideal man in their heads. Some girls want the fairy tale. They want prince charming or a white knight to sweep them off their feet and live happily ever after. They want the big house, white picket fence, two point five kids and a dog…Me…I’m a realist.

I’ll probably never have a prince, the big house or two point five kids, but that’s fine with me. Everyone has a picture of the ideal man in their head…and I’m no different...

My ideal man has five very distinct qualities…the man of my dreams smells of comfort…

Leather and peppermint.

It’s an odd combination, but there ain’t nothin’ more comforting then the smell of leather and peppermint…I watched Dean from across the room as he cleaned his Winchester 1897 pump shotgun. Sam and Dean have an array of artillery, but this shotgun is by far Dean’s favorite…maybe because it was his dad’s.

He must have sensed my eyes on him because he turned his head in my direction. I raised an eyebrow and he grinned before looking back at his gun. We glanced up at the raised voices of my mom and Bobby. She followed behind him, hands in the air as she shouted.

I glanced at Dean and he shook his head as he leaned down and blew some invisible dust off his gun. I continued sharpening my knives as they fought.

“It’s a ridiculous plan…I ain’t doin it Ellen…”

I could hear the warning in her voice.

“Bobby…”

“No, don’t Bobby me…it’s dangerous. We ain’t using no one as bait. We’ll come up with another plan. I can’t believe you’d even suggest that…crazy woman…”

He mumbled the last part to himself, but my mother heard him, which just started them off on yet another fight. They left the room as quickly as they came, ignoring Dean and me completely. It’s been six months since the gates of hell opened…since I came back home to find the Roadhouse destroyed…and since Dean made a deal to bring Sam back from the dead…

Bobby and my mom were in some kind of mating dance…and Sam…well he’s been quiet lately. The five of us have spent the last six months using Bobby’s house as our home front while tracking down and fighting the spirits, demons, and whatever else was released from hell.

It’s been interesting to say the least…I put down my knife and started getting things together to make some more salt rounds.

“Hey princess…”

I glanced briefly at Dean before looking back at the ingredients in front of me.

“What?”

“I’m gonna run out and pick up some grub. Wanna ride along?”

I sighed.

“I guess.”

He snorted as he grabbed the keys to his beloved car and walked toward the door.

“Nobody’s forcing you.”

I put down the casing, brushed off my hands, and grabbed my jacket.

“Please, if I don’t come with you, I can forget about getting anything I like for dinner…”

He smirked and walked out the door. He knows it true…

My ideal man has five very distinct qualities…the man of my dreams sounds soothing…

Classic Rock, the purr of a classic car, and a husky voice.

It sounds crazy, but the most soothing sounds in the world to me are good classic rock music, the vibration of a heavy machine, and a voice that’s hard and soft all at once. They are the sounds of salvation…REO Speedwagon’s ‘Back on the road again’ blared through the speakers as I glanced over and watched Dean bob his head in time with the music.

I smirked, turned away from him and looked out the window. Miles of road poured past us and I sighed. Dean drummed his hands against the steering wheel and his voice echoed in the car.

“I’m back on the road again; it’s time I leave you now. And maybe I’ll see you next time, that I’m aaround…Until then I hope you’re happy baby and good times come your waay. I’m back on the road again, I’m on my waaay.”

I had to stop myself from laughing. I turned to face him and I could see him looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I smirked.

“You okay there Dean? You sound like you’re in pain…”

He sneered as he signaled and made the next right turn off the highway towards town.

“Nice Jo…here I am singing my heart out and all you’ve got are jokes. I see how it is…just for that…on the way back I’m gonna belt out Metallica.”

I groaned as he pulled the car into a spot. He shut the car off, opened his door, got out, and shut it before leaning in through his open window to look at me.

“Lets go princess…up and at ‘em”

I sighed. It never ends with him…

My ideal man has five very distinct qualities…the man of my dreams looks dangerous and reassuring.

Rugged and innocent…a five-o-clock shadow, James Dean’s attitude, and soulful eyes.

Who doesn’t love a good looking man? There’s nothing more reassuring than a man who takes charge, who knows his way around a gun, and yet has the ability to convey deep levels of emotions with his eyes. I leaned against the counter as Dean ordered our food.

I opened my mouth and was about to tell him not to forget the fries when someone walked in front of me and spoke.

“Hey there little lady…you’re lookin’ mighty fine today.”

He gave me a stupid grin and I turned so I was facing him. I raised an eyebrow and gave him a tight smile.

“I’m not interested…but thanks.”

I spun back around and in the process I felt him grab my arm to keep me from fully turning away from him. I glanced down at his hand and then up at his face. I was about to jerk my arm away and tell him where he could go shove his hand when I felt Dean shift.

I glance over at him and he was glaring at the guy that couldn’t be any older than Sam. His jaw tightened as he spoke.

“I believe she said she wasn’t interested.”

He scoffed at Dean and turned back toward me. He opened his mouth and before he could say anything Dean’s fist was in his face. My eyes widened as the guy let go of my arm and went down. The thud of his body hitting the ground reverberated through the floorboards.

I glanced around the dive we were in and everybody was staring at us. Way to go Dean…I turned to him and gave him a slight glare.

“Didya have to do that?”

He shrugged and turned back to the counter as he pulled out a few twenties.

“Was he bothering you?”

“Sorta, but I coulda handled it.”

“I’m sure you could have.”

I spoke in a warning tone.

“Dean…”

He glanced at me and his eyes looked down at my arm where it was slightly red from the grip the guy had on it. I could see concern pool in his eyes as he grasped my elbow gently in his hand and moved my arm closer to him.

I saw his jaw clenching and unclenching and I sighed.

“It’s no big deal. The red will go away in a couple of minutes.”

He glanced up and made eye contact with me and I melted. I could see the flecks of amber pool into his deep green eyes. He spoke volumes with his eyes as he dropped my arm.

“You’re good.”

“S’what I said.”

He nodded and I leaned my elbows on the counter as he paid the guy.

“Don’t forget the extra fries…”

“Got ‘em.”

He gave the guy a friendly smile.

“Keep the change, sorry about that.”

He motioned over his shoulder to the guy who was still passed out on the floor. He grabbed the bag, walked over him, and headed to the door. It jingled when he opened it and he called over his shoulder.

“Get a move on Jo, we ain’t got all day!”

I shook my head, glanced at the kid on the ground, and walked over him. I just can’t take him anywhere…

My ideal man has five very distinct qualities…the man of my dreams feels strong.

Rough around the edges, callused hands, bruised heart, and the lean muscles of a fighter.

Everyone likes a strong man. Someone to be their rock when they just don’t have enough strength left. Yeah, don’t get me wrong I don’t need a man to save me…but every once in a while it’s nice to know there’s one around if I need him.

I watched the empty road speed past us on the way back to Bobby’s and I couldn’t help thinking how beautiful the scenery was. With the sun setting over the massive trees miles into the fields I could almost imagine that Dean and I were a normal pair of people taking a road trip.

I sighed, but didn’t take my eyes off of the window. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dean glance at me before looking back at the road. He switched the radio dial and made it a little louder when he found an ACDC song.

As he started singing along to the song I felt a callused hand intertwine itself with mine. I glanced over at him, startled, but he kept his eyes on the road. I felt his thumb rub over the front of my hand and I leaned back against the seat and relaxed.

Dean and I don’t have very many tender moments, but when we do they mean the world to me and I’m pretty sure even though he’d never admit it, they mean a lot to him too. He cleared his throat when the song ended and squeezed my hand lightly.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

I shrugged.

“Surprisingly I’m not thinkin’ ‘bout much at the moment.”

He smirked.

“That actually doesn’t surprise me at all.”

I reached over and punched him in the arm. He chuckled and glanced at me with a good natured smile on his face.

“You’re an ass.”

“What was that? You like my ass?”

I rolled my eyes.

“You’re like a big kid you know that?”

He nodded.

“And damn proud of it.”

His grin stretched to his eyes and I just shook my head. I swear…I have no clue why I keep him around…he’s the biggest man-child I’ve ever met.

My ideal man has five very distinct qualities…the man of my dreams tastes like home.

Sweet and Spicy.

It sounds impossible, how can a person taste sweet and spicy? I don’t know how, but I do know they can. It’s like how sometimes when you eat certain things you can taste a smell…or how when you drink hot chocolate with cinnamon and nutmeg it tastes like Christmas…which inevitably reminds you of home…and comfort…

I looked up at the stars and watched as every few minutes or so a new one popped up somewhere in the sky. Bobby’s land was actually pretty beautiful once you got around the junk yard and all the cars. I was on the back porch leaning against the rail to get some fresh air.

Dinner was the usual. Mom and Bobby took a break from fighting to lecture Sam, Dean and me about how we needed to start being more careful on hunts. They were still pretty pissed from our last hunt when Sam and I brought Dean home with a gunshot wound.

He took a bullet for me that night and ever since then my mom’s stopped giving him a hard time for the mistakes his father made. Instead she just busts his balls for the mistakes that are solely his own. I grinned to myself, breathed in deeply, and closed my eyes as a cool breeze blew against my skin.

I felt strong arms encircle my waist and my smile widened. He kissed the top of my head before resting his head against my neck.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Just enjoying the view.”

I felt his body move as he chuckled. He moved back slightly and took his head off my shoulder.

“Yeah, so am I.”

I turned around and shook my head. I reached out to hit him, but he blocked my hit and then pinned me against the banister by the porch stairs. He raised an eyebrow.

“You’re getting sloppy…”

“I let you pin me.”

I smirked and he shook his head. He was watching me closely. His hands loosened on mine and they moved over to cup my face. I licked my lips and his eyes fell to them. He leaned in and captured my lips with his. I wound my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

He moved one hand to my hip as he deepened the kiss. I broke the kiss a minute later and he leaned his forehead against mine as we caught out breath. I played with the lapels of his jacket as he placed a small kiss on my nose.

“Tomorrow morning I’m gonna give you and Sammy a lesson on how to change the oil in the Impala.”

His eyes bore into mine and I swallowed hard and looked away from him as I nodded.

“Okay.”

It was quiet and he moved my face toward him and caressed my cheek before leaning in again. We stood there for a few minutes and I kissed him like my life depended on it…I could taste him. I could taste the smell of his skin…I could taste his passion…his anger…his pain. I could feel it building with every caress he gave me.

This time he broke away from me and I didn’t want to let him go. I pulled him back, but his hands stopped me. I watched him compose himself as he swallowed hard.

“Jo…”

My voice was a whisper.

“Don’t.”

He met my eyes and then ran his free hand against his face.

“We’re gonna have to talk about this soon.”

“I know, but not now.”

He looked off into the distance as he spoke to me.

“Jo, there isn’t too much time left. I need to know that you and Sammy will be okay…I need to know you can take care of things with me gone…”

His voice trailed off and I could feel tears pooling in my eyes. Dammit…I hate being such a damn girl about everything. Dean doesn’t need me being all emotional…I moved my face away from him as I swiped angrily at the tears.

“We’ll find a way. Sam and I are working on it…we’ll find a way Dean…”

I turned back to him and reached a hand up to cup his cheek. I gave him a small smile.

“I’m not letting you get away from me that easy…”

He gave me a light chuckle, but I could see the red brimming around his eyes. He opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times before clearing his throat.

“I want you to know that…I mean…you and me Jo…”

He leaned back again and scratched the back of his head with a frown on his face.

“I...”

I cut him off.

“I know. I do too.”

He gave me a tight smile and nodded. I shivered slightly and he rubbed my arms. He motioned toward the door.

“Come on, it’s late. I’m beat.”

I nodded and let him lead me inside. As I followed him through the house we passed my mom and Bobby reading a book together in front of the fire place with a fire blaring and Sam on his computer in the other room. Dean tugged my hand lightly as he started up the stairs.

“Come on princess…”

I raised an eyebrow.

“You know, I still don’t remember saying you could use my nickname for you on me.”

He grinned.

“It sounds better when I’m saying it.”

When we reached the top of the stairs he placed a hand on the small of my back and guided me to the bedroom he was using. I spend some nights in the guest room near my mom, but most nights I spend in whatever room Dean’s staying in. Believe it or not, it’s not always about sex with Dean.

A lot of the times it’s just about being in the same vicinity as each other. He’s got six months left and even though he doesn’t usually bring up the emotional aspect of things…he feels the lack of time and sometimes I feel like he’s trying to cram as much time with me in six months as he can…

But Sam and I aren’t gonna let him go…we’re gonna find a way…we’ll save him…I’ll do whatever it takes…His voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Everything okay?”

He stood there, shirt in hand, pants undone as he glanced at me with concern on his face. I nodded.

“Yeah, sorry. I zoned out there for a minute.”

He nodded and finished changing before plopping down on the bed. I changed and when he saw me making my way to the bed he opened an arm wider so I could move in next to him. I did and he slid the arm around me. I sighed as I placed my hand on his chest.

His voice was a whisper though it echoed in the dark room.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re beautiful?”

I grinned against him.

“Sweet talking me isn’t gonna get you any. I’m tired.”

“How tired?”

We played this game often, but it never got old. I furrowed my brows.

“I’d say about 65 percent tired.”

I could hear the amusement in his voice when he spoke.

“Wow, 65 percent? That’s only slightly over half…I can definitely wake you up enough to give me some tonight…how about you let me try?”

I laughed and he shifted so his body was slightly on mine. I felt his lips attack my neck, which only served to increase my giggles. I could feel the smile on his face as his lips finally made their way to mine. It’s times like these where I forget who we are and what we do…

Where Dean and I are just a normal couple…trying to make a relationship work…it isn’t until the morning when reality comes crashing down that I know we aren’t…but lately I’ve been okay with the fact that we aren’t.

Like I said, everyone has a picture of the ideal man in their heads. Some girls want the fairy tale. They want prince charming or a white knight to sweep them off their feet and live happily ever after. They want the big house, white picket fence, two point five kids and a dog…

Me…all I want is to love someone who loves me back and it just so happens that, that someone is the man of my dreams…and believe it or not…I’m the girl of his dreams…it’s funny how that works out…huh?