“That doesn’t look like nothing,” he responded sharply, calloused fingers tracing around the fist sized bruise. Xnx A fly on the wall of Dean’s mind would know he was never sure of anything, least of all Jo Harvelle, who could probably break him in ways he couldn’t even imagine. Her father’s knives and a crossbow. Zeppelin IV on the stereo made talking unnecessary. He didn’t care that she hadn’t been able to catch her breath long enough to do more than admire the view of his belt loose and the top button of his jeans tantalizingly open, instead wedging himself firmly between her legs and grinding hip to hip. Instead, she just cocked her head and looked at him. She wanted to be angry, and righteous, and injured. This was just the inevitable end, as there were for all things.
