Jo had made it very clear to you that she didn't care that you were in love with Dean, she wanted him. It irked you to no end that you were once again at the Harvelle's roadhouse, staying the night with your aunt and cousin Jo. You'd tried to get Dean to get a motel down the road but no, and now you had to watch Jo drape herself over Dean like a freakin' lap dancer.

"You been up to much?"

Dean asks her nonchalantly, keeping his hands on the armrests and not on her.

"Nope. You've been around though, haven't you? This new?"

Jo bites her lip, tracing a scar on his neck. Dean smirks.

"Yeah. Got it from a Shtriga."

Jo pouts, making eyes at him.

"Oh. What about this?"

She traces a bruise under his jaw.

"That's just from My Persona. She's a biter."

Jo looks taken aback as Dean laughs, shooting you a wink.

"Kidding."

"Oh."

Jo smiles, relieved that it wasn't a hickey.

"Well…maybe I could make it feel better?"

Dean grins, shaking his head and lifting her off of him.

"Nah, sweetheart. My Persona's got me covered."