Quill, Parchment, & Ink

Title: Picking Her Up
Characters: Dean/Jo
Fandom: Supernatural AU
Summary: Dean just wants to get his girl and go home.
Rating: R
Warnings: Nothing worse than ya hear on CW
Spoilers: None since it's an AU
Disclaimer: Nope I didn't win them in the lottery so just the story idea belongs to me.
Author's Note: This is the first of the Challenge stories...once I start posting more of them I think you'll see the common denominator through them all. This one is AU since to me the SPN Jo/Dean is more of a brother/sister relationship...but I didn't want to do an OC for this one.
Word Count: 1126


Dean reached over the seat of the Impala, snagging his leather jacket and shrugging into it as he got out. Glancing around he jogged across the street; dodging the half-naked co-eds and drunken frat boys stumbling around. As one particularly well-endowed girl wandered by, he turned to watch her ass wiggle down the stairs.

Turning back, he climbed the last few steps and let himself into the house. Reeling back as a wave of sound hit his body with an almost physical crush, he muttered, “God damn teenagers, haven’t you heard a decent band?” Shaking his head, he pushed his way through the crush of gyrating bodies, looking for a specific blond head.

Scanning the ground floor, he realized he wasn’t going to find her there and that even if she was in one of these rooms, they were too closely packed for him to find one girl. Winding his way to the stairs that led to the rooms where the sorority girls lived, he glared at the girls who tried to wave him off. “Just trying to find a friend,” he yelled over the rap music pulsing through the house.

“No guys upstairs!” one of them yelled back.

He pointed towards the door he had used to enter. “I’m not staying long. I just need to find my girl.” Grinning at the girl who had been speaking, he asked, “You want to escort me?”

The two girls exchanged looks and then shrugged. The second one took him by the arm. “I’ll take him. We can’t have him wandering around.” As she guided him up the stairs, she asked, “Who are you looking for?”

“Jo Harvelle,” Dean answered.

“Oh, I know Jo! She was my big sister when I pledged last year. She shouldn’t be too hard to find upstairs.” She glanced back at him. “Why haven’t I seen you around?”

He grinned cockily at her. “Well, I’ve been on the road. Just got back. Stopped at my place and then came over here since I wanted to see Jo.”

She turned and looked him over, smiling back at him. “I can certainly see why she’d want to make sure she got her hands on you.”

Dean winked at her. “Two years ago, I’d have taken you up on that implied offer, but right now…”

“Jo, yeah, I got it.” She turned to lead him the rest of the way up the stairs, wiggling her ass a bit as she climbed. Dean enjoyed the view, but kept his mind firmly on finding Jo.

Leading him down the hall, Dean was glad the decibels of the music seemed lower up here or his ears had just adjusted. He didn’t have anything against loud music, but he much preferred it to actually sound like music. Another turn and they could see a group of people down the hall, including a very familiar blonde head.

Dean felt his whole body tighten at the sight of her. While he didn’t mind his job most days and he wanted Jo to finish her education, the weeks he had to spend on the road without her were beginning to take their toll. Now that she was almost within reach, it was almost more than he could do not to rush right over to her. But that wouldn’t do, Dean Winchester didn’t run to any girl…not even his girl. Instead he shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, strolling over to her.

There was no way she could hear his footsteps over the noise from downstairs, but she looked up when he was almost at her side anyway. The polite smile that had been pasted on widened into a real grin when she saw who it was. “Dean,” she breathed. “You’re back.”

“Hey, Jo.” He crossed the last few feet between them. Slinging an arm around her shoulders, he nodded at the girl she had been talking with. “Hi, Jo’s sister,” he greeted the other girl.

The girl looked him over blatantly, eyeing him up and down. “He is a hottie,” she told Jo before continuing with their conversation.

Dean listened to the discussion for a few minutes, long enough for him to discover they were talking about a class they shared and that he had no interest in. After giving her a few more minutes, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I hope you're done chatting, cause I'm horny. I wanna take you home, strip you naked, slide my fingers inside ya, and take you right to the edge. Then I'm gonna pull you on top of me and you're gonna ride me until you're screaming my name. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, I'll roll ya over and drive myself into you until we both go over the edge." He kissed the side of her head, smiling easily at the girl she was talking to and finished in a louder voice so the other girl could hear him, "Hope ya don't mind, but I'm gonna steal my girl away. I haven’t seen her in about three weeks and I’d like to spend some time with her."

Jo blinked as she processed what he had just said to her. “Um, yeah, I…” Dean was never shy about making his wants clear to her, but he wasn’t normally so up front when they were with other people. “Emily, we’ll pick up this discussion on Monday. I think I’m gonna um…” She cleared her throat and tried not to lean into Dean who was playing with the hair that had come loose from her ponytail.

Emily nodded. “No problem. See you later.” She waved as she dragged the other girl off with her.

Jo turned to Dean, pressing herself up against him. “So you have plans for me, hmm?” she asked.

Dean slipped his arms around her waist, moving her hands down to cup her ass as he held her tightly to him. “I do…want me to show you? Or tell you more about it?”

“I think you should take me home with you and do both,” Jo replied, rising up tiptoes and pressing her lips against his. Automatically his mouth opened and he welcomed her tongue inside, drawing her closer as he re-learned her taste.

Dragging her away from him, he gasped, “We’d better go or I’m just gonna drag you into the closest room…” he whispered against her skin.

“Yeah, okay. Lemme just grab a coat,” she replied, trying to draw away from him.

Shrugging out of the leather jacket he had pulled on, he draped it around her shoulders. “You won’t need it where we’re going. I’ll keep you plenty warm.” Linking his fingers through hers, he led her out of the house.