Then and Now

“Damn it.” Dean cursed walking down a courtyard. They were in formal attire looking like professors of that college. They didn’t stand out that much, which was a good thing in their situation.

“Damn it Sam!” he repeated. “Why do we have to be professors? Why this college? Why the college with the stupid uniforms?” Dean was obviously annoyed. It was obvious that all his negative feelings were all gathered up, judging by the face he wore.

“Do you want to do this? Or not?” Sam looked at his brother. Dean moaned. He couldn’t do anything but complain. He wanted to help these people but why this college, he thought. He felt like there was something/someone there he wouldn’t want to meet any time soon.

Sam started to interview some students while dean looked up and around for something to entertain him. Looking around, a familiar knife caught his eyes. Turns out, the petite figure, the pale skin, the honey blonde hair that was wavy and formed ringlets at the end, was all familiar. He rushed to the girl and squinted his eyes trying to see if it was really her.

“Jo?” he called at out as soon as he got near enough. She turned around just from a conversation with a half smile on her face. Her face fell down seeing him. But it was really her as Dean thought.

“Dean.” She breathed out as his smile made her smile.

“Great. No one’s mentioning my name?” Sammy appeared beside Dean with a smile.

“She’s not gonna greet a bitch.”

“Neither is she interested in any jerks.”

“Hey Sam.” She laughed. And there was this awkward silence surrounding them, as if their stares said enough and as if they were talking with those smiles.

“I’m…uh…gonna go…. over there…far away. See you Jo.” Sam seemed to get the message from eyes that looked at him. And the two waited until he got far enough before they turned to each other.

“What are you doing here?” Dean straightened up his face and erased affectionate smiles that seemed to linger on his lips a little while ago.

“Hey. I’m fine.” The girl said sarcastically.

“I’m serious, Jo. What are you doing here?” he demanded for an answer by the tone of his voice. She kept quiet but looked at him with eyes that said so much more.

“You’re here for the hunt.” Dean exhaled.

“Ya think?” she sarcastically threw a question again.

“You can’t be here. We have the job now.” Dean goes there again. He has always thought that she was too young, inexperienced, and well…she was a girl.

“No way! I’m not backing away now. I took the job before you. I’m not giving up on it.” She argued.

“Jo, your mom gave us the job. She obviously doesn’t want you to take it.” He grabbed her arm. And before dragging her too far away, she broke loose from his tight grip.

“My mom doesn’t have control over me anymore.” She looked at him with anger and hurt in her eyes. “And neither do you.” She turned around and walked away, her hair bounced with every step she took.

“Why do you have to be so difficult?” Dean muttered to himself as he felt a mixture of regret, pain and frustration inside. It wasn’t actually how he wanted their first conversation after a very long time go. He imagined it more peaceful and a little less walking out since they both have done that quite enough to each other.

“I’ll call you later, ok?”

The memory still hurts. He could still feel the burn in his chest. The same pain as the night he had said it. He didn’t want to but he had to. Looking at her walking away, he didn’t exactly know what to feel. He wondered if she was waiting for his call. He wondered what she felt like when he didn’t call when a lot of things have happened. He wondered if she felt something some long time ago. He wondered. It was all he could do for the moment.

She continued walking away. She wanted to get as far away as possible. After all that time, he didn’t care to call when she was waiting aimlessly for that ring of the phone with him on the other end. And now, he comes out of nowhere being an overprotective brother he was. He always thought of her as an amateur. A burden in their job. Jo was fed up with his crap. She was the little sister. The problem was that she didn’t want him as a brother.

“No you won’t.”

Those parting words tasted so bitter. The bad part is that the memory of the night just keeps coming back to her. Though she tried so hard to forget and though she tried her hardest to understand why, she failed. Slowing down her pace, she thought of something. Turning around, she saw Dean watching her.

“Hey” she called out. He quickly responded to her voice. “Tonight, your motel room. Meet me there.” She shouted out. He was confused of the move she made. All he was able to do was nod obediently.

The move may be stupid. But everything had to be settled right there and then.