Title: Three Years
Word Count: 530
Prompt: Gift Fic for lucklessforhim prompts ("Three years to the day since the last time he’d seen her and the only thing that had changed was the length of her hair.”) at spn_hetexchange
The rustic looking truck pulled up to the curb as Dean leaned against the impala sipping at his beer. He paused, the bottle less than an inch from his lips when he caught sight of golden blonde hair. He grinned as he downed the last of the beer and tossed the bottle into a plastic bag inside the back of the car.
Jo took a deep breath, pushed open the passenger side door and got out of the truck. She put a hand up hiding her eyes from the sun and that’s when she spotted him. His body was encased in his usual jeans and three shirt ensemble.
He was resting against his car with a smirk firmly planted on his face. Dean nodded in her direction and Jo gave him a wave before glanced back towards the car where her mother was. Dean studied her movements as she spoke to her mother.
Three years to the day since the last time he’d see her and the only thing that had changed was the length of her hair. Jo closed the distance between them and gave him a small grin.
“Long time no see.”
“Three years to the day.”
She arched an eyebrow amusement clearly written on her face as he shrugged.
“Keepin’ track are you? Did ya miss me that much princess?”
He snorted, folding his arms against his chest.
“Not even close blonde….so you’re lookin’ healthy.”
She nodded her head good naturedly and smiled.
“Is that your way of saying I look good?”
Dean rolled his eyes, but she could see the corner of his lip turn up slightly as he spoke.
“Maybe, how you been?”
“I’m alive and kickin’ so I guess I can’t complain. You?”
“Also alive so I ‘spose that’s a good thing.”
Ellen walked up and paused in front of them pulling Dean into a hug before patting his cheek and sending a look a look her daughter’s way.
“When you two are done bullshitin’ come inside we got some plannin’ to do. Bobby and Sam inside?”
She tipped her head in his direction and headed inside. Silence settled between them and Dean cleared his throat as he rubbed the back of his head.
“Thanks…you know for coming. I wasn’t sure if you would. I know it’s been a while and text messages and phone calls don’t go that far…”
He trailed off and Jo tilted her head to the side.
“You’re babbling and just so you know it was enough. Friends don’t need to stay in constant contact. Knowing you were there if I needed you was enough. Our lives…they’re complicated. We don’t have the luxury of being in constant contact.”
He watched her trying to see if she was being sincere. When he didn’t find any sarcasm on her face he nodded.
“Exactly. This is nice…you know having someone who understands the life. Someone I don’t need to make up a thousand excuses for.”
Their eyes met again and Dean grinned throwing an arm around her as he led Jo back towards the house.
“It’s good to see you Jo.”