Part I

Jess clipped the order to the window and picked up the waiting plate. Waitressing never was on the list of jobs to hold when she grew up. It wasn't good money in terms of what she could have made if she had completed college. But it was enough for her to make rent and put a little away for the day she had to inevitably move on. She had been through the cycle about a year, and wasn't certain that she'd ever truly be used to it.

Delivering the customer's meal, she moved on to the table that had been seated a short while ago. Trying to ignore the ache in her legs, she pulled out the notepad and pencil. "Have you had a chance to decide? Or would you like a few more minutes?"

John Winchester had come into the little dinner, deciding a meal was needed. It was so few times in the travels of hunting that a decent meal was able to be enjoyed. His son, Dean, often hated getting something on the go. Eaten cold or heated in some quick-stop microwave. Often, when traveling with his son, John made the effort to stop at places like this. This time, John was not with his son. Dean was off on his own mission but in a while, he would return. John had spoken to him, Dean was still on his hunt. They were to hook up later, in the meantime, John procured a room. Tonight, John would have a meal.

Upon the table, his leather bound journal sat. He had been scribbling notes upon pages half written in and started new ones. He mainly wrote knowing this would one day be passed to his sons, correction, son. Dean. His youngest made it clear he wanted nothing to do with this sort of life. However, John knew, deep inside, it wasn't going to be possible. Sammy. The youngest, was tied into something bigger and John was doing his best to make sure Sam was safe. John was doing his best to make sure his sons were prepared and safe. This journal was just a small portion of that.

He was staring out the window, thinking of Sam when the waitress disturbed him from his thoughts. He quickly closed the journal and turned his head to her. The worn and tired hunter lifted his lack of three day shaved head up to her, "I'll take the special, cup of coffee, black and water."

"Man who knows what he wants. I like that." Jess scribbled down his order. The intensity he had been displaying as he jotted down something in his leather book reminded her of some students she used to study with before... "I'll have that out to you in a few minutes," she said, cutting off her thought. Memories of before would do her no good now.

She turned in the older man's order and went to the next table. She tried hard to keep from rolling her eyes when she saw who had just been seated. Billy thought he was God's gift to anything female. And although Jess had rebuffed his earlier advances, it hadn't discouraged him in the least. "What can I get you, Billy?" And then she was quick to clarify. "That's on the menu."

"Just the usual, Jessie," Billy said, looking her up and down. When she turned away, only to feel a sharp slap on her rear. She twisted back to see Billy making a kissy face at her. "Last warning Billy," she said in a low voice. "Don't ever do that again."

By this time, the person writing in the journal's order was ready. "Here you go," she said as she delivered the plate, coffee and water. "Anything else you need?"

John normally paid little mind to what was going on around him but the man behind him was irritating to say the least, especially at how he treated the young lady. However he kept that to himself and he continued to write in his journal.

When his food arrived, he closed it back up and cleared it from the table so the food can be placed down. The special actually looked good and smelled good too. He took a drink of the coffee first before answering her. "Thank you, check back with me after and I might have some apple pie," he smiled up to her before digging into his meal.

"Will do," Jess said. Why couldn't more customers be like him? she wondered. Quiet, knew what they wanted, and most importantly, she thought as she delivered Billy his meal, kept his hands to himself.

She cleared several of the empty tables, pocketing her tips. She kept eyes on the tables, showing up with coffee or water as needed. After refilling Billy's cup and ducking a roving hand, she headed back over to the strangers table. "Still interested in the pie?"

John at times would glance to the table that this rude man was sitting at. Not liking the way he treated this poor young woman. Both of his boys had better not treat women that way. And especially Dean. He knew Dean was charming. Very much so. He had his mother's sweet looks and the charm. He drew attention when he walked in the room.

John looked up to the young woman, his blue eyes coming to hers and nodded, "Yeah, I think I will take some of that pie. Can I ask you something? Is that guy giving you problems?" He asked in looking over at the rude man. He shouldn't care. Wasn't any of his business. But all he could think of was this girl could be like his Mary and he wouldn't want someone treating his wife that way.

"Oh, you mean 'God's gift to women' over there?" Jess said with a hitch of her head. "Billy's harmless for the most part. He'll drink a couple of more beers, make another pass, and then stumble out of here with someone else. It's happened about ever night since I've worked here, maybe a bit more to me since I didn't grow up here. But thanks for the concern," she said, giving him a smile. "Let me go get that pie for you. Want that warm with ice cream?"

John glanced over his shoulder as if he didn't seem so sure of what she was saying. He lifted his blues back up to her. He thought for a moment. Normally he just took it plain but with ice cream was the way his beloved wife used to eat it. He seemed to struggle a bit before nodding, "Sure."

He reached over, taking another drink of his coffee as he watched her walk away. She looked to be about the age of his eldest or even that of his youngest. And he suddenly felt old.

Jess returned with the pie and ice cream, as well as a carafe of fresh coffee. "Here you go. On the house." She had seen the sadness in his eyes at her suggestion. It wasn't her place to ask about it though. "Let me know if there's anything else I can get for you," she said as she added coffee to his cup.

About fifteen minutes later, her shift was over. Much to her relief, Billy had already left. Her other customers had all left, with the exception of the man who had been writing in his journal. Her path to the door and her jacket did take her by the older man's table. "I'm on my way out. Sarah'll take care of anything else you need."

John had long finished the pie. He had settled his bill with the young woman and was just sitting in the both drinking his coffee before he was going to head out. He had been staring out the window, thinking of things that would never be. He missed Mary. Missed her very much.

John started gathering his things and was about to slide out when the young woman had stopped by his table. He looked up to her, "Won't be necessary, I was just heading out." He pulled his jacket on and gather his things up as he started walking out behind her, reaching to get the door for her. "You be careful out there and stay warm, I hear there is gonna be some chilly nights coming soon."

Jess pulled her lined denim jacket on. "Thanks, and the same goes for you," she said, stepping through the door. The night wind was crisp and cool, and for a second she thought she scented...

If she had smelled it and it wasn't a figment of her imagination, it was now gone. She shivered slightly, hoping that the polite stranger would assume it was because it was so cold. "I'm heading back towards the motel," Jess said, gesturing down the road to the lights about half a block away. "I wouldn't mind the company for the walk, if you want."

John so happened to be heading there as well. He gave a bit of a smile, "I happen to be heading that way. So if you won't mind walking with an old man, I won't mind." He started walking along beside her, his journal tucked into his jacket so his hands could go into his pockets. "You're staying at the motel? I figured you would have an apartment here." Not that he was being noisy or anything. It was just an observation.

But John was also looking about, searching the shadows, looking for movement. The hunter was always on guard. And he half wished he would hear the sound of the Impala coming down the road and know his eldest was coming back.

Jess shook her head. "I've been sort of drifting around," she explained. That part was true enough. "I stopped here when I ran out of cash, took the waitressing job, and have been trying to figure out what to do next." Again that was the truth. "Since I'm not sure how soon before I moved on, I decided I'd start with a motel room and get apartment if I stayed longer."

"How about you?" she asked. And then shook her head. "I just realized I've been incredibly rude and haven't asked your name. Mine's Jess, by the way, if you didn't read the name tag earlier."

John knew all to well about drifting from one town to another. His hunts took him all over. He didn't like dragging the boys along like that but he wasn't also going to give them to someone else to take care of. Not with what killed his beloved wife. He loved his boys to much and honestly, they were the only connection he had left to her. Especially Dean. He reminded him so much of Mary.

"I'm sort of passing through," He glanced to the tag, "And I sort of guessed that." He gave a little smile. "John." He could have given a fake name, like that on half the credit cards he held in his wallet or the insurance card tucked away. That was the only one he really kept payments up on, that and his cell phone. He was not going to loose contact with Dean or Sam for that matter so four other phones also had service. He just let Dean know which one he was using at the time.

"Nice to meet you, John," Jess said. He really did have a nice smile. But it seemed a little uncomfortable and foreign on his face, like he didn't do it too often. He also had somewhat of an unsettled look about him. "Passed through a lot of places, John? Any particular place you call home?"

John gave a little shrug, "You can say that. But," He thought a moment of Lawrence then shook his head. "No, not any more."

"Same here," Jess said. "I guess the closest would be San Jose, where I grew up. But it's been a while since I've been there."

John suddenly thought of Sam. He sighed a bit, his head dropping down. "Why did you leave?"

"Bad falling out with my parents," she said. "They didn't exactly agree with me wanting to get into veterinary school instead of becoming a doctor."

"It's still a doctor," John pointed out though he wasn't one to argue since he yelled at Sam for leaving him and his brother. "You're parents only wanted what was best."

"There were other.... issues." She hadn't meant to get into the real reason why she had left home. But in some ways, it was a relief to talk about it. "My older sister died when I was thirteen. And my parents, well, they took it hard."

"Sorry to hear that," He looked over at her. "What did she die of?"

"She was in a car accident just after her 16th birthday. I was in the car also. She died, I lived, and sometimes I think my parents never forgave me for it."

John suddenly thought of Dean and how Sam leaving was like cutting off an arm for his eldest. The boys had always been so close. Very close. Sam's leaving had Dean quiet for at least a couple of weeks. Not near as long as when Mary died but it was still effective in it's own. Like punching John in the chest. "You should really try to... reconcile that. A child should not be out on their own."

She stiffened, her expression bordering just this side of a dirty look. "Problem is that they treated me like a child. The wrong one." It had been her sister's desire to be a doctor. Not hers. But she shouldn't be snapping at him. "You got kids, John?"

There was that tone. That tone that Sammy often took just before a full blown near knock down fight. If it hadn't been for Dean stepping in, it would have happened. "Yes, two boys."

"Can you tell me one thing? Why would my parents try to make me into the daughter they lost instead of letting me be me?"

"Their pain blinded them," John answered as he knew, he knew that is what happened in their family. His pain for Mary, her being gone, had him pushing his boys so hard and so much. Making them more into soldiers than his sons. He suddenly felt a twinge of guilt prick at his gut.

Jess let out a deep breath. "Sorry. I shouldn't really be talking about family." Anyone drifting around the way did almost by default had a horrible family life.

"Sometimes, family is all we have left to talk about." John informed her.

"Okay," Jess said. She arched an eyebrow in his direction. "Then tell me about yours."

"I have two boys, the youngest is going to Stanford. Wants to be a layer. He's very smart. Very high grade point average."

"Stanford?" Jess let out a low whistle. "Impressive. And the other?"

John thought of Dean. His beautiful son which he had pushed away to work his own gigs. But it was only to keep him safe. "He's," he gave a pause, "He's gonna be meeting me here soon."

"Really?" Jess' eyebrow arched again. "And because I like you, I'm going to have to warn you. If the next words out of your mouth are anything along the lines 'and you'd be perfect for him,' I will be obligated to hit you."

John gave a chuckle, "Wasn't going to say that at all." He looked to her sideways, "Though I suspect you have a mouth like his. You aren't... how can I put this?" He stopped and faced her, "Frisky?"

Jess let out a quiet snort. "And maybe you haven't seen me under the right circumstances."

"Maybe your right," He turned and started walking again.

She kept pace with him as they crossed off the road and into the parking lot. She glanced up at the sky, as if to reassure herself that the moon wasn't full. Not that she had to see it to know for certain.

"Which room is your? Mine is there," he points over to where an old truck sat before it. Dean had the Impala, having given it to him out of necessity. The boy was scared of flying and the tools they needed were impossible nearly to get by security these days. Besides the cost was too much.

"Down there," she pointing to a room about five doors down. A beat up motorcycle sat in front of hers. "So I guess this is goodnight."

"I guess it is," he stopped.

Maybe it was a perverse itch to prove to the contrary the earlier comment he made. Maybe it was because he was the first man she had come across in a long time who didn't seem to be trying to take advantage of her. But she took a step closer. "Thanks for walking me back," she said, and then stretched up on her toes to kiss his scruffy cheek.

John didn't know when he did it or why, but he leaned down, allowing her to reach him. Perhaps it was because he had been lonely. Perhaps it had been a while since he had a faceless woman to relieve the tension he had built up in him. "My pleasure."

She still didn't understand the impulse, but followed it anyway. "You know, it's going to be a couple of hours before I wind down. And it's been a while since I've had anyone I can just sit and talk to." She gestured towards her door. "You want to come in for more coffee? It's not as good as what's at the diner, but it's still caffeinated."

John gave a genuine smile this time that seemed to fit his face. "Now you found my weakness that I can't say no to. A good cup of coffee sounds nice."

"Come on then." Jess turned and walked over to her door, pulling her key out of the door. The room was the standard cheap hotel room, and Jess' few possessions were scattered about it. "It'll take a few minutes to brew," she said, flipping on lights.

John walked in, glad they didn't go to his. She would be backing out and never speak to him again, especially seeing the ring of salt around the door. He took his jacket off, revealing a jean shirt under it that sort of matched his usual torn up jeans. He took a seat at the small table.

Jess was pouring water into the coffee pot. She was glad that the maid who cleaned the room kept leaving coffee packets, even when she said don't bother. "So tell me, John, if it's not too personal a question. How did you start down this road? The whole wanderer lifestyle."

John looked down as he crossed his leg. "It was by choice. To... it's part of the job you can say." He looked up to her.

Instant coffee done, she carried two plastic mugs back to the table. "I'm almost afraid to ask what that job would be. Or do I want to know?"

"You probably better not ask," John answered as he took a drink. "How come you don't have a boyfriend or is this town lacking respectable young men? Because someone like you shouldn't be spending a night like this with an old man like me."

"Because Billy was the prime example of 'respectable young men' in this town," Jess said. There was also the problem of the fact that a boyfriend wouldn't be the best thing in her life right now. Too many problems. "Besides, you're not that old."

"You are too kind," John smirked in taking another drink.

Jess let out a little laugh. "No, seriously. And I'll even be kinder and not even hint about anything regarding a father figure or Oedipal Complex."

John sat his cup down, "You flatter an old man. But I know I'm old. Some days, I feel it more than others. And I am a father, old enough to be yours." He leaned on the table.

Jess leaned forward as well, resting her weight on her elbows. "Maybe, you have a point. And maybe I'll regret it tomorrow, or next week, or next year. But tonight..." Her eyes raised to meet John's. "I'm just tired of being alone."

John met her eyes with his own blues. He could see the loneliness in hers, being reflected back upon his own. In truth, he missed his sons being around. The hollow sounds around him weighing heavy upon him. There was no childish bickering or picking. Sam and Dean's voice both filling the air around him. When Sam had left, it was slightly heavy but Dean tried to keep the air around them filled with either him talking or his music. Dean tried. He really did, bless his heart. But John sent him away, so to speak. For his own good and he hoped his son would one day understand.

But he missed a female companion, John had to admit that. He missed Mary. It showed by him still wearing his wedding band. And he never hid that fact. The women he sometimes picked up, paid for, were just faceless women he didn't bother to get to know. They were cool encounters. Even the one young man with incredible green eyes like his son Dean, dark hair like Sammy, was a one chance encounter. Even if the two of them probably ached for weeks for the encounter to happen again. It never did happen.

"Sometimes, being alone is a necessity," he spoke softly. "But not tonight," he reached out, taking her hand. Slowly he stood, pulling her up. John couldn't believe he was going to do this. Willingly. Urging this young woman who could be his daughter to join in. John pulled her close to him but if she hesitated he wasn't going to force it. "Tell me to leave and I will."

Jess shook her head as she allowed herself to be pulled to him. It was the last thing she needed to complicate her life with. Just because crossing the college campus one night had changed what she was radically didn't mean that she still didn't have the same desires and longings. But what it added was a fear of becoming attached to someone, and then watching that love turn to hate and fear as the truth became known, or watching her destroy it herself.

But tonight wasn't about anything as solid as a relationship or love. It was about two lonely people seeking comfort and a moment to forget. She looked up at John as her arms went around him. "Stay, John," she whispered, stretching up on her toes to kiss him again.

John should have stopped. He should of just gently pushed the young woman away, grabbed his jacket and walked out. But this night, he didn't want to be alone. He wanted to feel the warmth of another body pressed to his, even if it wouldn't happen again for a long while. It didn't even bother him, when it should have, that she was Dean's age or Sammy's. He's had younger.

He leaned down, kissing her, at first slowly but it grew more desperate the longer their lips stayed connected. His rough hands moved over the clothing that covered her body, one coming to rest at the small of her back, pressing her to him as he ventured a step back, moving till the backs of his legs were touching the bed.

She followed willingly, and didn't stop her forward motion when they reached the bed. Jess leaned against him until John sat down. Her lips only parted from his long enough to draw a breath before resuming kissing him. Shifting her legs, she straddled his lap as her arms settled around his shoulders.

Everything in John's sensible brain was screaming for him to stop. But the darker side of him, his body, was over powering all that reason that tried to prevent anything from happen. Instead his hands came to rest upon her hips, sliding back around her while he tipped his head into keeping that kiss going.

Instinct was quickly replacing intellect for Jess. Her hands roamed over his shoulders, exploring the firm muscles through layers of clothing. The decision had been made, and for Jess there was no hesitation. She pulled back long enough to ask one question. "Uh, I wasn't expecting to be doing this," she said between pants. "Do you have anything?"

"I have two boys, silly question," John tried at the bit of humor before pushing his body forward to reach back for his wallet. His mouth made contact with her neck as he did so, finding the bits of soft flesh to kiss and suck upon before leaning back and opening it. He searched the middle pocket and pulled a condom out. If Dean saw this. Two things might happen. One, laughing his ass off or two, growling and bitching him out. The second would be Sam's only choice.

Jess had let out a soft gasp, rocking against John as his lips found her neck. And she was more than a bit relieved that he was prepared. A pregnancy was the last thing she needed right now. Disease, though, she wasn't so certain could harm her any longer.

While he was fishing the condom out of his wallet, Jess leaned back slightly, grabbing the hem of her shirt. Waiting until his attention focused on her again, she pulled it over her head and then dropped it beside the bed.

John's eyes drank in Jess' lean form. Again, his brain screamed at him but his jeans were too tight that his attention was fixed there. At relieving the pressure there and this woman was more than willing. He placed the condom in the edge of her bra as he leaned in to kiss her once again as his fingers worked upon her pants.

She had been about to make a comment that he was wearing too much clothing. But the words were swallowed as he resumed kissing her. She rolled her hips, helping him loosen them before sliding them down her legs. She felt almost obscenely wet, and they had barely begun. There was a slightly feral glint in her eyes as she started to work John's shirt off of him.

The pants couldn't come off completely but it was lowered enough to allow her natural scent to fill the air around them and for the heat as well. John couldn't help the moan that came from him before he had to let go of this woman so his outer shirt could be taken off and tossed aside. He reached down, pulling his tee shirt off. Usually he never got that far. Just opened his pants, took, paid, then left. This wasn't one of those encounters. Far from it.

She backed away from him for a second so she could kick her jeans free and to take a moment to look at him. Despite his references to his age, he was in much better shape than some young men she had dated. She stepped forward and rested her hands on his shoulder before letting them drift downwards. Nails lightly scratched against firm muscle as her hands moved lower down his torso.

John felt a bit embarrassed to expose himself, however her touch was taking that feeling away. He lowered his head to watch her hands before lifting just his eyes and started to aid her in getting his pants off. This was really going to happen.

Both hands were resting on the hem of his jeans. Her eyes flicked up to his as she drew in a deep breath. There was no going back after this. After a moment's pause, her fingers started opening his fly.

John finally at last touched her once again, caressing over her waist and hips, his eyes drifting to that condom before leaning in to kiss her as she opened his pants to relieve the pain that they were causing upon his hard member. He gave forth a groan, something deep and a little bit of a shiver.

She smiled around the kiss as she started working his jeans further down. The noise he made sent a shiver of pleasure running through her, one that was magnified by him touching her skin.

John's fingers suddenly tightened around her slender waist and he lifted as he turned to lay her down upon the bed behind him. It was now his turn to step back, lowering his jeans and stepping out of them. He climbed upon the bed, getting between her inviting legs. He lowered his head to kiss a knee then her inner thigh.

Her eyes had widened as she caught sight of the bulge in his underwear. The kisses traveling up her leg were unexpected, but by no means unwelcome. A soft squeak escaped her lips as her breathing became more rapid the higher he went.

John moved his hands up along the outer thighs, so his fingers could curl around her panties. He wasn't treating her like all the others, that was for sure. He didn't spend this much time on them but then for some reason, she didn't seem like all the others. Fingers hooked her panties and he pulled, moving his body back to slide the dainties off her then tossed them aside as his hands next caressed back up her legs.

She felt a moment of shyness as John stroked her. But it was gone as he hit a ticklish spot on her thighs. She bit her lower lip, trying to hold back her giggles. But she slowly relaxed, letting her legs fall apart.

John gave a smile, feeling her wiggle and hold back her giggles. It was sweet and something genuine. He leaned down, kissing at her hips. He should say something. He should be soothing and saying how wonderful she was. But he wasn't sure she would want to hear that. For them both, they had to look at this as a one nighter. For in the morning, she will be back at work. He ordering breakfast from her and things would go on. He would be leaving town anyway soon enough.

He moved his mouth closer to her core. The movements slow in coming before he dipped his head and kissed her softly at her lower lips then giving a slow swipe with a flat tongue. Now he groaned again, deeper, "You are sweet," he finally spoke.

She had watched him move closer with baited breath. But when John's tongue finally touched her there, she shivered again. It was the unexpected intensity of the pleasure that caught her off guard, as did the emotional strength of her response. "John," she whispered softly in response.

John started to paint over her flower slowly. The wetness already there was smeared around then lapped up. He started to work deeper into her, parting her with his thumbs as his arms curled around her thighs. Blue eyes glanced up her body before he lowered his eyes and closed them as he pushed in deeper to start sucking on the sensitive parts of a woman he remembered. A hand caressed over her belly, moving up slowly till his fingers brushed under her breast, curving on up over to find a standing tall tight nipple which he flicked his thumb over before capturing it and giving it a little tug.

Jess let out a loud gasp, sitting up a bit, pressing her breast and her hips harder against him.. She could feel the heat of his hand through the layer of lace still covering her, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his mouth. Without thinking, she reached behind undo the clasp of her bra and pulling it out of the way.

John's hand felt the material pull away and his hand covered her, kneading her as he worked her below for a bit before giving a suck and pulling off her. He moved up higher, his wet mouth smearing over her belly as he moved up higher till he could lap his tongue over her breast. He wet one side first then blew across the tight nipple and then covered it with his mouth to suckle upon.

Her shoulders dug back into the mattress, lifting her breast in offering. One of Jess' hands slid down his back, sliding down to tangle in his underwear, trying to push it down one handed. The other hand had its fingers tangled in his hair, keeping him close to her nipple.

The underwear slides off easy enough. They are old and worn. He rolled a bit to the side, aiding her in their removal. However his mouth never stopped its work, going to the other side to lavish it with attention. Finally he rose his head and surged up to her lips to kiss her, breathing heavy against her.

She met his kiss with equal passion. Almost before what she realized what she was doing her hips were lifting, legs spreading wider. But she pulled back for a second, fingers scrambling to find the foil packet that seemed to have gone missing.

John dropped his head down, kissing at Jess' neck before lifting his head to see what she was doing. "What?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.

Her fingers closed around the condom and she let out a small sigh of relief. "Almost forgot something," she said with a small smile as she picked it up.

"Ah, yeah, sorry, had me thinking like a horny teenager," He rolled back off her, his hand reaching for the wrapper to open it up. God, when was the last time?

"I'll take that as a compliment," Jess said. She sat up as well, putting her over his to halt him.. "And you could let me do that for you."

John paused a moment and looked at the young woman before nodding, "Okay." He laid back on his elbows, exposing himself more than he expected to.

For a moment, she just took her first good look at him. Like the rest of him, his erection was impressive - a hefty length and girth. And from the fluid leaking from the purple head, he was more than ready to be inside her. And he would be, she thought with a playful grin, but not quite how he may have expected. Leaning over his legs, she dragged the flat of her tongue along his length.

"Jesus woman!" John tossed his head back as he cried out, his hips bucking with little control of his own. "Warn an old man first, will ya," He gave a chuckle before raising his head back to look at her, his blue eyes darker. How to fight that urge he hand to just grip her hair and force her down.

"Oh, so you can dish it out, but can't take it," she answered playfully. Her head tilted, resting her cheek against his thigh. "You really want me to stop?" she asked before delivering another playful flick of her tongue.

John closed his eyes, his body rattling, "At this moment I think you are the one in charge."

Jess let out another chuckle. "In that case..." Carefully watching his reaction, she places several licks and soft kisses along his length. Long fingers caressed his hips at the same time, but she was somewhat cautious with her touches. She didn't want things to end too early for him, after all.

John ventured a hand out, reaching out to touch her hair. It was soft and reminded him of Sammy. Those dark locks, the way he used to fantasized about... John pushed those thoughts deep down. He never acted on those urges he had of his boys. John growled softly, his cock twitching from her attentions. "Beautiful," he groaned as she brought his full attention back to her.

Pulling him between her lips, she sucked lightly on the head, relishing his taste. It would be too easy to get used to this. Too easy to become addicted to him. Too easy to think of this as anything but a one night stand. After one last deep pull on him, she took the condom and began to roll it on him.

John groaned deeply, hissing a breath shortly after as she took him in. Her mouth worked him wonderfully, sending tentacles of pleasure through him. He lifted his head as she pulled off him after sending him into places he didn't think he could go. And it was about to get higher. He grabbed at her once the condom was on, pulling her to him and rolling them so she was back on bottom and he was hitching one of her legs up high on his arm so he could easily enter her.

Now she parted her legs without any hesitation. Both of her hands slid down his back to rest on his ass and pressed downwards. She arched slightly, rubbing herself against his erection. And let out a gasp as the head of his cock breached her.

John buried his face in her neck, hissing a breath in as he pushed into her. She was so tight. So hot. His hands squeezed her tightly and the last few inches he gave a growl and thrust in the rest of the way hard.

It was hard not to respond in kind. Instead of growling, she let out a loud yelp as she felt her stretched wide. But she wasn't going to let a little discomfort stop her. Instead she arched up into him, wanting to feel him move.

John didn't let up, his hips started to move, rocking into the lovely young woman as his head tipped to look down between them. He looked up at her, his mouth seeking hers. He devoured her just as much as he was thrusting into her. "Ahh, fuck," he snarled, "Jesus you are..."

She matched his rhythm as best she could. Jess let out gasps of pleasure between kisses. There was a feral intensity as she crashed against him, trying to make it something they would both remember.

John hadn't done this with a woman in a while. It wasn't taking him long to reach his climax. But he wasn't going to give in to early. He rolled them over so she was atop him, his hands upon her hips to drive her upon him. His hands cupped her breast.

She could feel her pleasure starting to build. She hadn't intended for this to end so quickly, but when he rolled her over, the friction and pressure shifted slightly, rubbing against different areas. Jess arched back so she was straighter on him, shaking hard as she felt her orgasm sweeping over her.

John's fingers gripped as he pushed up, feeling her tighten around him. He closed his eyes tightly as his own release slammed into him and he was filling the condom. He released her, noticing the marks he left upon her. His hand prints on her hips and the small little mark upon her neck. He panted as he sagged back into the bed. "Jesus woman."

She had rocked forward, barely catching herself by locking her elbows and spreading her arms just above his shoulders. Jess was panting heavily also as she slowly lowered herself against him, feeling drained and enjoying every moment of it. "You're pretty incredible yourself, John."

John wrapped his arms around Jess. He wasn't in a hurry with her like he would be with others to leave. Instead he wanted to bask in this feeling. A feeling he rarely got to enjoy. He rolled them to their sides, his hand coming up to brush her hair back. "You make an old man feel young again." He should have done it. But he did. He kissed her tenderly.

Jess smiled gently after she returned the kiss. "And you make a frightened woman feel safe again." She had almost slipped and said 'feel human again' but caught herself in time. Her fingers gently stroked over his arm, tracing over the tattoo.

John glanced down to where her fingers were tracing over his Marine tattoo. He remembered Dean doing that as a child. Finding calm in it. Especially after Mary's death. He looked back up to her, "You don't need to be frighten. Besides, what is to be frighten of here? Other than... what was his name... Billy's wandering hands?"

"You'd be surprised," Jess said. "There's things I've seen..." she trailed off. Things she'd done. Things she would give anything to forget.

"I've seen things too that would surprise you." Of course he could give her the excuse he was in the Vietnam War. Which he was. Then there were the worse things. The things that came after children, sometimes his children. Things that had him coming home nearly torn apart only to have Dean clean him up and tell him it was gonna be okay.

"I'll bet you have," Jess said with a small smile. But she doubted they were talking about the same thing. "I didn't tell you the whole story behind why I'm traveling and not in school. Did I?"

"Hold that thought," He informed her the kissed her, as he cupped her cheek. John then slowly pulled from her, needing to use the bathroom to take off the condom. He cleaned off before returning then climbing in bed next to her, his back to the head board. "Now tell me."

"I managed to get a scholarship to U. C. Davis, the veterinary school. And considering that I was working while going to school, I wasn't doing too badly. This wasn't the first waitressing job I've done. Anyway, I was crossing campus, heading from a late night chemistry lab back to my dorm. I had made the walk about every night for the last semester without anything happening. This time though..."

She took a deep breath and continued. Up until this point she had been completely honest. Now she was editing parts out. "Someone hit me from behind. I blacked out when I hit the ground, I guess. I woke up several hours later, clothing torn and some missing. I guess I had been left for dead."

John lowered his head, thinking of Sam. These things could happen to Sam. It was what scared him most. Sam was trained to protect himself but sometimes he was careless. Caught up in living and thinking he was safe when he wasn't, not really. John pulled her close to him, "I'm sorry," he offered up in comfort. "You should carry a knife or a gun."

Jess shrugged. "Ahead of you. There's a gun in my purse." She didn't mention the special type of ammo that she had loaded in it. "I was beat up pretty badly. The police never did find the guy who did it." Of course they wouldn't. They were looking for a human perpetrator, and put her description of claws and fangs down to a brain injury combined with post traumatic stress. "I missed the second half of the semester while I was recovering. My boyfriend then had problems dealing. I had problems dealing. So I ran. And I've been running ever since."

"You are never going to run far enough away till you confront your fears," He spoke knowing when what happen to Mary, he declared war. And he wondered sometimes if he should have just let it go. "You know how to use it properly?" He asked.

She knew he spoke the truth about running away. Because no matter how fast and far she ran, it followed and eventually caught up with her, and the cycle would begin again. But she wasn't ready to stand and fight yet.

"My dad had some guns in the house, and made sure that we knew how to safely use them.. But I guess I could use a refresher course."

John nodded, "I know a place outside of town we can probably use when you aren't working. He frowned as his finger moved over the area where he thought he left a mark but it wasn't there. Perhaps it wasn't as deep as he first thought.

She wondered why the frown and then realized what must have happened. He left a mark, and it was now gone. Hopefully she'd be able to distract him before he questioned it too much. She reached out and took his left hand between hers, fingers lightly brushing the wedding ring she had noticed him wearing. "This the reason you're running?"

The distraction worked. John looked at his ring, stared at it for a long moment. He nodded, "You can say that. She died a long time ago. But I'm not running."

Inwardly she sighed in relief. It had worked, but now her curiosity was piqued. "Then what are you doing, John?"

"Long story," John answered then reached over to turn the light off. "Lights out young lady. It's bed time."

Jess smirked. "Well, if you insist. Especially if I wore you out trying to keep up with me," she said sticking out her tongue.

John smiled then snapped his teeth at her before pulling her close and kissing her once again. "You keep this up, you are going to have to go out to the drug store for a box of these," He placed the empty packet upon her chest.

Jess glanced down at the empty wrapper and then up at John. "You saying you want to do this again?"

"You started it." He smiled.

She should be panicking, worried that she had just gotten herself into something she should avoid at all costs. It was too dangerous. It would only end in disaster. And yet, she found herself asking. "Maybe I should get two boxes?"

"You threatening to wear an old man out?" Why was this, what was suppose to be just a one night stand, turning into something more? Why was he even thinking or suggesting? Once Dean arrived, they would look for another hunt and be on the way.

This was not going at all how he suspected, either of them had planned. Perhaps he had been alone for too long? Perhaps he missed having the boys around and was tired of the lonely empty air around him. Whatever the reason, he had a feeling this was not going to end well, much like all the other times he connected with people. Daniel, Ellen, the list went on.

Whatever he was thinking, John found himself sliding down in her bed, pulling her closer, his hand around and under her sliding down to the small of her back to press her closer to him while his face buried into her neck to place soft little kisses. His other hand caressed over her hip, over her hips and slightly around the front to cup her breast before moving up her neck as if to hold her to him as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her.

"Two boxes," he mumbled over her lips.

John's touch had sent a wave of warmth though her. How long had it been since she allowed someone to be this close to her physically? It reminded her of how lonely she had been. But there were reasons, she argued, for the self-imposed exile. She was a danger to everyone around her. Especially those she cared for.

But it was hard to remember that when John was kissing her. Her arms settled around his waist, settling herself firmly against him. "Two boxes it is," she agreed.

John continued to give Jess wet kisses, before he laid his head back and moved hers to rest at his neck, his hand behind her head. He drew a breath, the warmth of her body aiding in putting the older man to sleep. A light snore started to come from him. His arms did not let up on their hold upon her, used to holding tightly much like when he slept with his sons.

Jess' eyes had drifted shut as she settled in for what she hoped was a peaceful night's sleep. One did open at the snore, and then shut again. Okay, she thought, maybe there were things she didn't miss about sleeping with someone. But his embrace was warm and comforting, and even if she didn't want to admit it, she was tired. So it didn't take her that long to drift off as well.

John didn't move for some time, except to turn his head which stopped his snoring which wasn't loud. He shifted a bit before an alarm clock started going off. John's eyes opened and he twisted his head to look about for the annoying thing.

Jess' head popped up, a confused expression on her face before she rolled over. The palm of her hand slammed down on the alarm, silencing it.

John laid back more comfortably, "Morning already?" He asked as he stretched, still wondering why he even stayed.

"Yeah. I forgot that I set the alarm. I've got the lunch shift at the diner today." She rolled onto her side to face him, head propped up on one elbow. And she wasn't quite certain what to do next. "Sleep well?"

"About as well as you can on a motel bed," John pushed himself up, sliding so his back was against the headboard. He reached out, brushing her hair back from her face. "How about you?"

She leaned up into his touch. "I slept okay," Jess said. She sat up, tucking the top sheet around her discretely. "Oh, and by the way," she said, lightly tapping his shoulder. "You snore."

"I know, Mary used to..." John cut himself off abruptly. "Sorry." He said then leaned over the bed to look for his underwear.

"S'okay." And now Jess felt like she was the one who should be apologizing. She started to look for her clothes and separate them from his, watching him out of the corner of her eyes. It didn't take much for her to connect the wedding ring and another woman's name.

"So..." she said taking a deep breath. "What do we do next?"

"Breakfast. I can make a mean scrambled eggs over a camp burner." He looked back to her over his shoulder with a bit of a smile.

Jess smiled back. "Breakfast sounds good." She gestured with her head towards the bathroom. "You want to take a shower first?"

John contemplated the offer then nodded, "Sure." He pushed up, his fingers releasing his underwear to allow them to fall to the floor again as he started heading for it.

She had been pulling some clothing out of the clapboard dresser. "I'd join you, but I should go down to the Qwikstop on the corner first." She shifted weight back and forth nervously. "Unless you've changed your mind?"

John stopped at the bathroom door, looking over his shoulder and half turning, "You better hurry back then before the water gets cold."

"Yes sir," Jess said, a wide grin spreading over her face. She managed to get into her clothing in record time. "Be back in about five minutes, John," she called out as she left the motel room.

John turned back, entering the bathroom, seeing all the womanly essentials littering it. He sighed softly. He missed Mary. Missed walking into their bathroom and seeing all these things. He looked in the mirror at himself and suddenly he felt old. It had been entirely too long since Mary. He knew she would have wanted him to go on but... there was something in him that wouldn't allow it. Couldn't. As if he did, the memory of her would fade. Ellen had told him once, he looked entirely too lonely, empty and he needed to keep living for his boys. But he didn't listen. John sighed softly thinking he should throw his clothing on and get at least a toothbrush from his room.

It was a quick jog to the minimart, and she was certain her purchases raised a few eyebrows. Gossip traveled at the speed of sound in a small town like this, and she was certain this would only add on to her growing reputation.

But she also heard a bit of news that made her blood run cold. Not again, she thought. Please let it be a coincidence. So some of the spring was out of her step when she returned to the room. Trying to put her worries out of her mind, she started stripping almost as soon as the door shut. "I'm back," she yelled, as she headed towards the bathroom, box in hand.

John was still before the mirror but when he heard the door open, he had peeked out to see it was her, the tension him leaving quickly then turned on the water to get it warm. "Took you long enough," he called back.

Jess stuck out her tongue at John. "So did you use up all the hot water?" she asked, placing the box on the sink so he could see it.

"No, didn't even turn it on." He glanced to the box, "Just one?" There was a tease in his voice as he pulled the curtain back to allow her in.

"One for in here, one for by the bed," she explained, stepping in. "So did you go through my medicine cabinet and learn all my deep dark secrets," she asked as she bent to turn on the water.

"I was suppose to?" John raised an eyebrow as he stepped in behind her, his eyes going to her arse while he closed the shower curtain. His hand reached to curve around it and caress.

Jess let out a gasp as she straightened up. And then stepped backwards closer to him. "I thought that was the standard procedure after spending the night with someone."

"I'm out of practice. I'll do it when we get out of the shower," John commented as he wrapped his arms around her, walking her into the water.

She turned in his arms, slipping her arms around his waist. Her hands rested for a moment on his ass before squeezing, lifting her head to kiss him.

John kissed her in turn, turning them slightly so her back was against the cool tile. He leaned his body into her, pressing his growing erection to her while one hand rested by her head and the other was sliding down her body.

Jess surged into his kiss, arching into his touch. Her hands squeezed his ass again as her tongue teased his and rubbed herself against him.

John's hand moved over her hip, catching his fingers behind a slender thigh to raise her leg up. It opened her up more and with just a bit of movement, his cock slipped down to rub against her neither lips as they kissed. It would be all to easy to just lift her at the moment and take. But he remembered what she said last night. It caused him to ease off her a bit. His kisses became more gentle, tender.

She sharply as she felt him rub against her entrance. Too tempting, even as he backed away, to let him take what they both wanted. Instead she slowly pulled away from his mouth, but not his body. Light, biting kisses were placed along his jaw and down his neck as her hands rubbed up and down his sides.

John released her leg, both his hands coming to cup her breast. He had to bend his form some to reach but he was able to lightly run his tongue over each center, feeling them become tight under his tongue. Of course doing so stopped the wonderful little kisses along his own skin but he was getting just as much pleasure from hearing her breath quicken.

She let out a soft whimper, feeling warm wet heat that had nothing to do with the water falling from the shower head. Her hands cradled his head as her chest heaved. She was feeling sharp tingles between her legs with each pull on her breasts.

John lifted his head, his mouth sliding along her skin, over her neck and chin till he reached her lips once again and he kissed her more fiercely this time. His body was revved up. It tingled with every touch.

Her tongue dueled with his, dancing and darting in his mouth. She could feel every drop of water hitting hypersensitive skin, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of his lips and hands. But after a few seconds, she pushed away, panting heavily. "I think it's time to put something on, John."

"Soap?" he joked as he twisted his body, not wanting to loose contact. But sadly, he had to. He grumbled something under his breath as he reached out of the shower, taking a small packet out and his hand reached back to her, nearly dropping it as he wasn't really looking while trying to put the box back without it falling in the toilet.

Maybe she should go on the pill, the part of her brain that never shut up said. After all, if they both tested clean, they'd not have to worry about forgetting something... and what the hell was she thinking? It was pretty obvious as she took the condom from John and tore the package open.

John turned back, his cock more than ready. As she opened the packet, his hands wondered over her, fingers testing sensitive areas. He leaned against her to the side, his hand going down between her legs, rubbing them over her before, with a little dip of his body, his fingers slipped inside her.

It was hard to coordinate the movements of her hands at his all too knowing touches. She let out a sharp gasp and a hiss, catching her lower lip between her teeth, feeling his fingers pushed inside of her. "John," she gasped.

"Better hurry," He breathed against her ear as his fingers kept working her. And she better, John didn't know how much longer his own restrain would hold.

"I would if someone stopped distracting me," she squirmed. Jess tried to ignore the jolts of pleasure that he sent shooting through her with each wiggle of his fingers. Somehow she managed to fit the condom to him, and exact a little teasing revenge by squeezing his hard erection.

John gave a growl then turned her around, pulling her hands up over her head a bit while his other pulled her hips back. It took little effort to find her entrance but when he did, the slide was easy, due to water and the fact of how wet she was. "Distractions can be good sometimes," he breathed against her ear. And once he was seated in her, he didn't move. All he did was press his body against her, giving a little rock of his toes to force him up a bit and her as well, causing her nipples to scrape against cold tile.

She let out a loud yelp, a shiver running through her at the contrast of the cold, wet tile and the heat of his body. Her hands had splayed against the wall, fingers curving for purchase. For several long moments, it felt like he was the only thing holding her upright. But soon she wanted more. She let out a soft growl as she pushed back against him.

John gave a smile before he drew back slowly and pushed back in at the same speed, forcing her to feel every inch of him as he did. He let his mouth wonder over her shoulder and along her neck, his breath heated against her wet skin.

And that earned him a drawn out groan. She bit her lower lip between her teeth relishing the feel of him moving in and out of her. Unconsciously her breath matched his pace as she rubbed her body against him.

John reached up, fingers turning her chin to him. His mouth found hers in a kiss, not deep but tongue allowed to play and ease. Their breaths exchanged. His hips started to move a bit faster, at times, John would give a rough thrust, rocking her up on her toes. As he did this, a hand moved down between her and the tile, finding her clit to rub with his middle finger.

Now she was squirming almost constantly, rubbing against his hand and churning him inside of her. One hand pulled away from the wall to reach behind and grab at one cheek and thigh, trying to pull him deeper inside.

John groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and more erratic. He dropped his head to her shoulder, his other arm coming around her to take hold of her nipple and pinch it, flick it and add what she needed to bring her higher.

Jess let out a loud squeal, the hand tightening and nails digging into his flesh. Her body tensed and froze before she melted against him, head lolling forward.

John felt the insides of Jess squeeze him and he moaned as he gave a few more thrusts to bring himself off. His last one stayed deep inside her as he grunted out his release into her neck. He sagged a bit himself, his knees wanting to buckle.

Slowly Jess raised her head as she caught her breath. Her grip relaxed on his ass, but her hand remained there. There was a lazy smile on her face as she turned her head to brush her lips against his cheek and temple.

"You are wearing out an old man," he kissed her softly as he pulled from her, the water beating over them both.

"Is that a complaint?" she asked as she turned to face him.

"Not in the least, just an observation to remind myself why I am aching," John chuckled.

She let out a soft laugh as well as she grabbed the cloth and soap. "Turn around, John. Let me try to wash away those aches and pains."

John slowly turned around, working the condom off and leaning out for a second to toss it away.

She rubbed the soap along the cloth until she had it nice and foamy. Then she ran it firmly over his shoulders and up and down his back. She worked against the knots she could find, trying to make sure he stayed relaxed.

John groaned, his hands going against the tile for support. He looked back at her under his arm, "I hadn't had a massage in... forever it seems. You are to nice to me."

"Hey, you were very nice to me a little bit ago. Seems only fair that I return the favor." She kept up the firm pressure as her hands worked lower. "Let me know if you need me to back off. I don't want to wear you out too much."

"Uhuh, like that is gonna happen," he teased. John groaned again and he could feel muscles that had been tight for years loosing up. He was getting so relaxed he didn't even notice the scratches she placed on him.

"Hey, a girl can dream." She knelt down and began to work on his hips and legs. "It probably won't be light out when I get off my shift, but I'm off the next day. Would you like to give me that shooting lesson then?"

"Sure," John easily agreed then looked back to her. "I'll walk you back after your shift. It's not safe in the dark."

She moved her finger in a circular motion, indicating for him to turn around. It was an offer she really didn't need to take him up on. Under the right circumstances, she would be one of those things that wasn't making the dark safe. But she reached up to kiss his cheek. "Thanks, John. I appreciate the offer."

John turned around, closing his eyes as she kissed him. It was the father in him that made the offer. John reached up and ran his hand over her wet hair. "Your turn?"

"Okay." Jess turned around, stepping a little further into the spray of the water.

John soaped up the cloth again and started to wash her in turn, taking his time and lingering on the more sensitive part of her body while he was pressing his own into her.

She stretched under his hands, almost letting out a purr. "I thought you were worrying about wearing me out."

"No, worried about me," he smirked then nipped her neck. He moved her deeper into the water to get her rinsed off.

"You seem to be keeping up fine so far," she said, reaching for her shampoo.

John grabbed it form her and used it to wash her hair. He hadn't washed a woman's hair in a long time. He took his time before getting her to rinse. He then washed his own which didn't take long. Playing with her to keep her from helping.

Jess remained under the spray as John finished washing himself. The water was just starting to turn cold as they stepped out of the shower. Fortunately she didn't have an urge to shake herself dry. "So, you were saying earlier about breakfast..."

John stepped out, reaching for the extra towel and drying off. His hands merely shook the water from his hair before slicking it back which some didn’t stay. “Hmm... Want to risk my cooking or shall we go out for that? Risk being seen on the town for peering eyes and giving something to talk about, an old man and a pretty young thing gallivanting around together?” It might have been a joke but it was half truth. Not that he cared what people thought. He had gotten used to people whispering years ago, especially his own family members. More like Mary’s family members. Every year he visited Mary’s headstone, on her birthday. It was all that was left to represent her. That and the ring he wore which would never come off. Not that it could. He worn it so long he didn’t think, even if he could, take it off.

Towel about his waist, John walked out to get dressed once again. Clothing was littered about the room and he had to pick through them to get his own. He laid her own upon the bed as he did so, pulling his on as he found it. He should go check on his room. Make sure no one broke in. Or more like thing. He was hunted as much as he was a hunter. He moved over to the window, looking out before turning back to the pretty young woman, “So which shall it be?”

"John, we're probably already being talked about. People did see us leave together last night. Not to mention my purchase this morning." She was pulling on her clothes as she spoke, muffling the words somewhat. "And working in restaurant, one of the perks is free meals. Of course, the down side that it gets old after about a week." Her head popped through the collar of her shirt. "As much fun as gallivanting about sounds, I'd like to do breakfast here before I put in my ten hours at the diner."

John raised an eyebrow then grabbed for his jacket. Figures people would wonder about her purchase. "Okay, you wait here and I'll be back shortly." He reached the door, "And while I'm gone, how about some caffeine," he winked at her. He left the room heading over to his place to gather the hot plate and other things he stored in it for cooking. He looked about at the papers taped to the wall. If she found out... He'll need to clean this up later while Jess was working.

"You got it," she said as the door shut. Quickly, she dumped the remnants of last night's coffee and started a new batch. And while John was out of the room, she took a moment to step out and sniff the morning breeze. It wasn't that she wanted fresh air. She was searching for something. And relaxed when she didn't find it. No musky male odor, no tracks in the gravel by her bike. Maybe she was just being paranoid.

John had everything in a bag as he was making his way back but as his steps started quick, he slowed them as he looked at the ground. He paused in looking about then moved to his truck. He walked around it before heading to the room. He tapped upon the door.

Jess checked through the peephole before opening it to him. "Took you long enough," she teased with a grin, totally at odds with her worried expression of a few minutes ago. "I'm starving."

John smiled as he stepped in, "I should say, you used a lot of energy." He started pulling out all he needed including the half of dozen of eggs. He had pretty much everything one could need even bread and a pan. John started cooking, toasting the bread on the pan with butter first then cooking the bacon and last the eggs.

Jess let out a low whistle at his set up. "Okay. I'm impressed." Since John seemed to have everything else in hand, she poured two cups of coffee. "You look like you're an old hand at doing this."

"You could say that," John answered, remembering how at first he used to cook for the boys then Dean started cooking. Dean... John took the coffee to cover the frown. He sat the cup down then served up the eggs onto two plates. "Here you go." He sat it down at the table before sitting himself. Now here comes the uncomfortable time. Trying to figure out what to say. He was used to hiding behind newspapers and letting the boys talk about whatever, especially Sammy.

She settle on the chair opposite of his, also grasping for some sort of conversation starter. Failing in that, she did the obvious and lifted a forkful of eggs to her mouth. "These are good, John."

This was one of those times John wished he had grabbed a newspaper while he was out. At least that he could hide behind. "Thanks," he stretched his long legs out when he stopped and tipped his head. Someone was walking by the window but they kept going. "What time do you have to go to work again? I have some... things I need to take care of this afternoon."

She glanced at the clock, surprised to see that it was so late in the morning. "I have to be there in about an hour," Jess answered. "I should be off around seven tonight. Then I'm off the next day."

"We're going shooting," John pointed his fork at her. "Don't think my memory is that bad."

"But apparently mine is," Jess said with an apologetic smile. "Sorry."

She took another bite of eggs, thoroughly enjoying them. Most of her meals were fast food or extras from where she happened to be working at the time. So having something semi-home made was a treat for her. Which triggered another question. "John, can I ask something that's kind of personal?" She waited until he looked up at her. "Ever think about settling down?" And then blushed when she realized how it could be interpreted. "I don't mean with me," she stammered, growing redder. That sounded even worse, like she had her fun and now was through with him. "But I don't mean that I don't want to see you tonight... oh hell. I'll just shut up now."

John nearly, repeat, nearly choked on his eggs as the question came out. He lifted his head to her then sat his fork down, wiping his lips with the paper napkin. "I did settle down... once. I..." He drew a breath, "My job won't allow me to settle." That was a good excuse wasn't it?

She winced as he almost choked. "I don't mean it as a 'you and me' specific thing," she said, hoping that she didn't sound like she was backpedaling. "I'm still getting used to this whole moving from place to place lifestyle. I mean, do you ever get used to it? Or are you always wondering what might have been?"

It's a lie, "You get used to it." John had two boys to remind him every day of what might have been. Lucky, Jess didn't have that. "You better get ready for work," He pointed the fork at her.

"Okay," she said, and picked up the piece of toast. She glanced over at the clock and realized that he was right. She didn't have too much time left before her shift started. So the rest of the meal was silent for her part.

John cleaned up while Jess was getting ready. He would go back to his room and clean up the rest of the way. And take all the papers down off the wall. It didn't seem like anything was gonna turn up like he thought. And he didn't feel like working on the demon problem at the moment. But he did go back out and check on his truck, walking around it and noting, no new fresh tracks.

Ducking into the bathroom, she brushed her teeth, put on a little makeup and she was ready. "So," she said as she returned to the main room and picked up her badge and apron. "I'll see you tonight? And maybe cook you breakfast tomorrow?"

John nodded, "I'll meet you there tonight. Man still has to eat." He went to open the door for her.

Jess paused at the door to press a kiss to his cheek. "See you then," she said as she walked out.

John had returned to his room, going back to his research while alone. He had cleaned up the room once he finished, showered again and shaved this time. A clean tee shirt, in gray and a jean shirt was tossed on. His jeans were still rough but at least not torn at the knees or threatening to near the crotch. His brown leather jacket with his journal was tossed on for the evening.

He spent the day looking into Were-creatures. He suspected one or more was lurking about. The patterns where there. A hunt would need to be done soon but he was waiting for more evidence and he would look into it soon. A day off was needed however.

He made his way to the dinner, pushing the door open in his usual manner. He found his way to a booth and sat down.

The mood was subdued in the diner, and had been for most of the day. When Jess arrived, she got confirmation of the rumor she heard earlier. She had seen this before, and knew exactly what was going on. And this time, she knew for certain that she was a part of it, but not the cause of it.

The question was what could she do about it? Normally she would high tail it out of town and find a new place to settle, until the pattern started again. This time, she had other concerns. How could she protect John, who would be the next target?

She was still turning it over in her mind when she saw him walk in the door. And she felt several eyes on her as she walked over to his booth. She couldn't help the smile that spread over her face. But there was still a troubled look in her eyes. "Hey. Same thing as last night?"

John had looked over the menu that was at every table before looking up and seeing that smile but the look in her eyes didn't reflect it. She was troubled. "Chicken salad sounds nice. And coffee. No, make that a beer this time. And what's wrong. What is bothering you?"

"Um, I'm just rattled," she said as she scribbled down his order. Jess gestured towards the empty table where the young man had sat last night. "Billy, the guy who couldn't take no for an answer? He hasn't been seen since last night. His car was found abandoned about five miles down the road with blood on the driver's seat and animal tracks around it. They're saying a black bear, or a grizzly." Although the tracks had more of an lupine appearance, they were too big to be a wolf's, according to the sheriff who had been telling the latest to to the customers.

John suddenly pushed up, "Hold that order, I just remembered something I need to do. I'll be back before you get off." His face had changed from something kind to something harder and more intense. He headed out the door quickly.

Jess' face wore an expression of surprise as John abruptly left. What had she said that set him off like that? Confused, she headed over to the counter, where the cook was putting out a set of plates for her to pick up. He looked at her with a knowing smirk. "Trouble in paradise, Jess?"

She had a good working relationship with her boss was the only reason she said her next words. "Shove it, Chris."

It was a good couple of hours before John returned. He had went out to the car and found some fur. And then he went to the area where the car was found, looking at the tracks then followed them as far as he could. When he returned, his expression was one of thinking. The hour was late and hardly anyone was inside. He pushed open the door, catching sight of her.

"Hey," Jess said as she was wiping down one of the tables. She didn't have much of a choice but to finish out her shift, even though she was wondering what John suddenly had remembered that he had to do. "Still hungry? I've still got the ticket for your order."

John knew now, with what he was suspecting, Jess was not going to walk home by herself this night or any other night if he can help it. It was too dangerous. "Yeah, I'll take that order." he answered. He walked over to the booth to sit down pulling out his journal to make some quick notes while she was away from the table.

John closed it as the food was brought and he started to eat. When he was finished, he ordered another beer and half thought he wished he was in his room with a bottle of something stronger. How this job could do that to a person. John was always surprised Dean didn't drink more than he did. The boy was strong. He raised him well and John only hoped when the time came...

He looked up when Jess came over. He reached for his wallet to pull out some money.

Jess shook her head. "This one's on me," she said. She had stayed away for the most part while he was eating, not wanting to give the gossips of the town more ammunition than absolutely necessary. Which for the most part, she knew was a lost cause.

She had seen him scribbling notes in his book, and hiding it away when she came too close. That had piqued her curiosity, as well as the fact that he hadn't explained where he disappeared to suddenly. "I'm about done here, John," she said, reaching behind to untie her apron. "Did you finish what you needed to get done?"

John nodded, putting the money back. If there was one thing he had learned from being married, not to argue with a woman and to accept when she said this one was on her. He pushed up from the table, taking the journal and tucking it away.

"For now," he answered as he headed for the door to wait for her. As he did, John looked up at the sky, blues falling upon the moon before he glanced back in to see Jess talking to Chris then heading his way. John's hands were deep in his pockets but when she reached him, he offered her his arm so she could hook her own around his, but the hands never left the pockets.

"Umm, about tomorrow?" He was looking away.

She had taken his offered arm and walked along side him. Something was up, but she didn't have a clue as to what. Perhaps he was already bored with her? Jess looked up at him as they continued walking along. "What about tomorrow?"

"Something important came up," John was looking down as they walked, "I have to take care of some important things for my job but I should be finished up by the afternoon. If you don't mind going shooting in the afternoon?"

"Yeah, I could do it in the afternoon," Jess said. Something still wasn't right, although she couldn't put her finger on what. "Some day I'm going to have to get you to tell me exactly what this mysterious job is."

"Some day," he said in walking her to her door. He stopped at her door.

She pulled out her key and opened the door. "You coming in?"

"Do you want me to?" John asked.

And for the first time, there was a slight blush on her cheeks. "I was hoping you would."

John cupped her cheek then leaned in to kiss her lips. He was backing her into her door as he did so, pressing his body against her. "Then get it open."

She eagerly kissed him as she reached behind her and turned the key and door knob. She barely kept herself from falling as she stumbled into into the room, dragging John with her.

John stumbled in with Jess as well, mouths parting but connecting again as they kissed. Once inside, John was already tearing at her clothing, trying to get it off as he kicked the door closed and locking it quickly. Her shirt was nearly torn open and her bra was shoved up so his hand could cup her breast.

Backing them up toward the bed, he was taking off his own jacket and shirts, pulling them off as quickly as possible so their skins to touch. Undressing was something that could be counted as seductive foreplay. Slowly revealing but at moments like this, it wasn't wanted. This was the most that John Winchester had ever, he meant EVER, spent time with just one single woman.

Once they were both topless, John pressed them close as he devoured her with his mouth, his breath heavy through his nose and his hands holding her at her back to press them closer.

She kissed him hungrily, barely taking any time to breathe. Whatever had been bothering John earlier clearly wasn't at the moment. Her hands at first went to his shoulders, keeping them pressed together. Part of her was surprised that John as still here, as was part of herself. If she were smart, she'd reverse course, kick him out, for his own sake. Maybe he hadn't been around her long enough that he was in danger.

For a moment, she did push away from him, immediately missing the warmth of his chest against hers. But she didn't go far away. Jess dropped to her knees in front of him, hands sliding down his sides. She let out a soft moan as she nuzzled his crotch, and then undid his fly. She only pulled his jeans and underwear down far enough to free his erection. She paused long enough to inhale deeply, and then her mouth was around his cock.

John also missed the contact but it wasn't long before the contact was back but in a place he hadn't expected. He let out a low groan and his head fell back as she took him down. He let his hands go into her hair, thumbs brushing her cheeks. Air hissed out of clenched teeth. His breathing became deep. He watched as she took him in and out, his cock glistening from her saliva.

"God, you are... incredible at this." He loved how her lips formed around him and it was all too tempting to grip her hair and force her upon him.

Jess smirked up at him, but didn't bother responding. Besides, that would mean she would have to interrupt how she was sucking on him. Instead she worked on relaxing the muscles at the back of her throat, trying to draw him in deeper as she kept up a steady pace.

John groaned deeply, giving a shuddering moan and feeling his fingers tighten but forced himself to flex them as she took him deeper. Instead of forcing with hands, his hips were the ones that responded, rocking forward, feeling himself slide deeper.

Her tongue was magic when she would draw back to just get his crown. He could feel his body heating, his breath hitching at times as she pulled upon him. He was panting hard before he gazed down at her. "You keep this up, you are gonna have to wait a while on this old man."

The gasps and pauses in his breathing were music to her ears. At his words, Jess pulled her mouth off of him, reaching up to grip him and keep the stimulation going. "You're worth the wait," she said, smiling up at him. Her hand continued to pull on him lightly. "But I guess I should let it be your decision."

John gave a chuckle, "I get a choice. That's a first from a woman. I thought it was a known fact you women wanted to control us men." He paused a moment then moved to climb on the bed, pulling her with him. "If you want to continue, at least let me lay down so I don't fall on you and end up crushing you."

She pulled away from John long enough to step out of her shoes and shimmy off her jeans. "That is a known fact. But some of us are a bit more subtle than others." After waiting for him to settle, she crawled onto the bed. "Now, where did I leave off?" she murmured as she lowered her head.

John groaned, his head pushing back in the pillows as one hand came to rest in her hair. He wasn't pushing down, even if he really wanted to. "I think... I think your memory is coming back just fine." He closed his eyes, letting the sensations drive him as appose to the view, even if it was a very nice one.

God, he was feeling like a teenager. Like the life was being sucked from him.

Jess didn't start up the same fast, almost frantic pace. Now she was taking her time to relish his taste, to let her tongue and lips learn more intimately the shape of his cock. She lightly nipped at the prominent vein before taking him between her lips again. Her fingers lightly glided along the inside of John's thighs before lightly brushing against his balls.

John nearly had to use all his restraint to keep from pushing the woman down on him or to stay upon the bed when she lightly nipped at him. What came from his lips was a flow of soft curses while eyes closed tightly.

The soft moist heat and the glide of her lips made him groan deeply. It was wet silk being dragged over him. Her tongue knew just the right pressure to keep him from settling into to much comfort. Her fingers knew just when to tease him to draw his attention back as well. A leg moved, jumping a bit from the tension building up inside him, making him even harder and his balls to start drawing up.

John's breath was becoming more ragged and his hips moved a bit more. He was getting close to his release. And for once, it didn't need to be in some latex covering.

The perverse imp in her was tempted to pull off of him and leave him aching and wanting before letting him release. But that would be too cruel, Jess thought. Instead she increased her suction, making her touches firmer. He was so close to letting go and she did everything she could to urge him on. Her pleasure could wait.

John gave a gasp, sharp and a hard one. He pulled his hands away to grip the pillow behind him as his hips surged up and his release pumped into Jess' waiting mouth. He didn't know how long it lasted, but it was longer than before. Frequent love making like this was causing him to last longer even if she might not of thought so. It beat having to get a quick jack off in the shower that was for sure.

Jess swallowed everything that John had to give her. As he softened, she released him, slowly and lightly lapping at him. She crawled up alongside him and settled next to his side. One arm propped up her head, and there was a pleased smirk on her face.

John sagged into the bedding. He opened his eyes, turning his head back to her. "You look like a cat who just ate the canary? Does that make me a canary?" He slipped his hand behind her head, pulling her down to him to kiss her.

If only he knew the truth. Jess let out a snicker, more at the thought of her being feline. But the sound was swallowed by the kiss. When it broke, she cast a mock critical eye over him. "Well, you haven't grown feathers or turned yellow..."

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Time had passed, a rather nice two months. When the full moon came, lucky for Jess, John was not around. He had left town for a few days, merely telling her he had to go see an old friend. An old friend he had to hunt. But they were not a friend of his. But it was a life of a hunter and John seemed dedicated. There were a few more times when he left, being gone for at least three days before returning.

In between, he and Jess grew close but yet he still kept her distant from him. Never really revealing to much more of himself. She still had not known he had two sons. And one was the cause of him leaving. John had to go check up on Sammy. His youngest. He was in school at Stanford.

Each time he return, he checked about town for more signs of what he was suspecting. Little by little the patterns were starting to piece together. He had learned some interesting things in another town. Deaths happened there as well, similar to those in this town. He then started to trace it back. He was still working on that when returned.

The two months that passed by far were the happiest that Jess had in a long time. It wasn't that she was regularly having sex. It more had to do with the fact that she wasn't lonely anymore. For some reason she didn't fully understand, she had let her guard down somewhat around John. But it didn't mean that she was being completely honest with him.

The fact that he had been gone for the night of the full moon had been a godsend. It had allowed her to not worry about how she was going to hide her wilder side. But at some point, she was going to have to tell him. She couldn't keep up the deception forever. But she intended to for as long as she could.

The other thing that had her uneasy was her fear of her stalker. There had been several times that she thought she had scented him, but nothing positive that she could pin down. Maybe it was just paranoia and she had managed to outrun her pursuer. Although Billy's death told her otherwise. But maybe she'd be able to protect John somehow.

Which meant doing some research. And while John was out of town, it was the perfect time for her to do it. She had found a book written in the 1860s on lycanthrophy, which she started reading with a sick sensation in the pit of her stomach. But what surprised her was although she read about the werewolves that had been burnt at the stake, disemboweled and otherwise executed for monstrosities they committed, there were a few stories in there that gave her hope.

Sitting in her room on her day off, Jess was rereading the book, scribbling down page numbers and phrases that caught her attention. John was gone on another one of those mysterious trips he took. He disappeared for a few days, and although she was curious, she didn't ask where he went, or what he did. But each time, there was some part of her that wondered not when, but if he would return.

John had tracked back to his room, his truck pulling up outside his room and he was climbing out. This time John was more battered. He was cut at his lip, bruises littered his body and he was cut at his leg. If Jess heard his truck and was coming over, he wasn't paying attention of that fact. He just wanted to get inside and collapse upon his bed. John half wished Dean was with him. The boy always tended him. Always was there for him. But he was a grown young man.

He tossed his keys down on the table and his journal while taking off his leather jacket. Shoes were kicked off and then his shirt was peeled away. He dropped upon the bed, closing his eyes and groaned. Every part of him ached, even parts he didn't think could.

Hearing the sound of a familiar engine, Jess looked out her window. She spotted John's truck, but frowned when she didn't spot him. For a moment, she stood there deliberating. And then she stepped outside. Maybe it was because of the nearing full moon, her senses were keener. Or perhaps just because she was learning to use them better. Jess could smell dried blood. And unless she was wrong, it smelled like it was John's.

Her skin crawled along her shoulders and neck. If she had fur, it would have been bristling. She marched over to his door and knocked on it firmly. "John?" she called out before trying the door to see if it was locked.

John blinked and turned his head when he heard the door knob turn. He reached for his gun but then heard her voice and he knew who it had to be. He pushed up with a groan. "Jess," he answered her back as he sat on the edge of his bed.

He looked at her as she made her way in.

Jess carefully stepped over the threshold. She had only been in his room a few times, but always wondered why the doors and windows smelled of salt. But that thought was pushed out of her mind when the blood smell became so much stronger. "Oh my god, John," she said, taking in his battered appearance. The predator in her growled, but she didn't let it surface.

"No, lay down." She crossed to the bathroom area and wet a cloth before joining him at the bed. "Who did this to you? What happened?" Cautiously she daubed at his split lip, cleaning it to get a better look. "Do I need to get you to a hospital?"

John frowned but then laid back, really just wanting to close his eyes and sleep. He gave a groan as she dabbed at him. "No, I'm fine, just some scrapes and bruises. I'll be okay." He moved to sit up again, "Can you get me some aspirins maybe? And something to drink? Pop maybe to wash it down?" He asked as he cupped her cheek.

She gave him a look that said she clearly didn't believe him. Jess gent