Coming Clean, by rillaotvalley (nc-17)
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het_reccersFandom Category: Supernatural
Pairing: Jo Harvelle/Dean Winchester
Fic Title: Coming Clean
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rillaotvalley
Link: http://rillaotvalley.livejournal.com/23968.html
Rating/Warning(s): (nc-17) sex, language
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, romance
WIP?: No
Why This Must Be Read: What happens when Jo, after being battered and bruised in a hunt, calls up Dean for help? I'll be honest, I never liked Jo much. At least, not initially. This was before I noticed that the SPN fandom had this trend of bashing any and all female characters that ever dared to glance at the boys. I ended up giving her a second chance, and liked her a lot more. But it was this story that did me in. Jo, here, is stunningly drawn as a strong woman, even when she's physically vulnerable. Dean is perfectly in character as he tries to help, but at the same time wary, because he just doesn't know how to deal with Jo because of warring emotions. Great characterization, beautifully written with compelling angst. Also, hot as hell.
He’s doing her a favor. Sam, too. She’s not good for them, and they’re sure as hell not good for her. He’s glad Sam’s pulling recon and not in the car to ask who’s trying to reach him.
When his phone doesn’t blink with a new message, he exhales and knows he’s made the right call. It would have been a moment of weakness for both of them. And there’s no room for weakness anymore. Not after the close-call in Lafayette.
Not after San Francisco.
When his cell starts ringing again a minute later, he swears under his breath. She’s a smart girl. She’s proud. She should have taken the hint. She shouldn’t be trying to humiliate herself like this.
So something’s wrong.
“Hey.”
He hears her breathing, hard and uneven. There’s a start-stop sound that comes over the line and then another shaky breath. He pulls the Impala hard to the right and skids onto the gravel shoulder of Highway 10.
“Jo, what’s wrong?” he barks. He presses the phone tight to his ear, straining to pick up a clue in case all he can get out of her is silence. “Come on. Help me out here.”
He hears her swallow and when she starts to speak, he feels his skin prickle.
“Can you get here?” Her voice couldn’t be more torn-up if she were talking through a throat full of glass. “Council Bluffs?”
Pairing: Jo Harvelle/Dean Winchester
Fic Title: Coming Clean
Author:
rillaotvalleyLink: http://rillaotvalley.livejournal.com/23968.html
Rating/Warning(s): (nc-17) sex, language
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, romance
WIP?: No
Why This Must Be Read: What happens when Jo, after being battered and bruised in a hunt, calls up Dean for help? I'll be honest, I never liked Jo much. At least, not initially. This was before I noticed that the SPN fandom had this trend of bashing any and all female characters that ever dared to glance at the boys. I ended up giving her a second chance, and liked her a lot more. But it was this story that did me in. Jo, here, is stunningly drawn as a strong woman, even when she's physically vulnerable. Dean is perfectly in character as he tries to help, but at the same time wary, because he just doesn't know how to deal with Jo because of warring emotions. Great characterization, beautifully written with compelling angst. Also, hot as hell.
He’s doing her a favor. Sam, too. She’s not good for them, and they’re sure as hell not good for her. He’s glad Sam’s pulling recon and not in the car to ask who’s trying to reach him.
When his phone doesn’t blink with a new message, he exhales and knows he’s made the right call. It would have been a moment of weakness for both of them. And there’s no room for weakness anymore. Not after the close-call in Lafayette.
Not after San Francisco.
When his cell starts ringing again a minute later, he swears under his breath. She’s a smart girl. She’s proud. She should have taken the hint. She shouldn’t be trying to humiliate herself like this.
So something’s wrong.
“Hey.”
He hears her breathing, hard and uneven. There’s a start-stop sound that comes over the line and then another shaky breath. He pulls the Impala hard to the right and skids onto the gravel shoulder of Highway 10.
“Jo, what’s wrong?” he barks. He presses the phone tight to his ear, straining to pick up a clue in case all he can get out of her is silence. “Come on. Help me out here.”
He hears her swallow and when she starts to speak, he feels his skin prickle.
“Can you get here?” Her voice couldn’t be more torn-up if she were talking through a throat full of glass. “Council Bluffs?”
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