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And the verdict is in... rp for ironknifehunter

Sam came back from the doctors, the envelope from the blood lab tossed onto the counter as the puppy ran to try and tackle him to the ground. Usually Sam was careful on playing rough with Ford, but today he got down on his knees and played with him, play fighting and boxing until the puppy was exhausted and just wagging his tail and licking Sam's face.

"Alright kiddo, we're going to make a deal. I'm gonna take you on a really long walk, and then you're going to pass out on the couch for the rest of the night and leave Mommy and me alone. That work for you?"

Ford barked an affirmative, and Sam smiled. "Alright. Let me change into my jogging clothes and call Dean and Cas, then we're on our way."

He called both men and let them know how his blood tests had turned out. It was six months now since Dean had saved his sorry ass little brother, and while the doctor was still wanting him to gain more muscle and weight, he looked much better. His bones had a bit of padding around them now, and there was a bit of definition along his chest and a tiny soft stomach.

And the best news of course was that the drugs had worked their course, and the hep was gone. His doctor wanted him to take a different pill for another month just to make sure it was not just in remission, but as of that afternoon, he was no longer infectious.

That opened up a lot of new possibilities for Sam. He could now look for a job and not worry about getting anyone sick or have people look at him and just "know" he was a recovering addict. He was hoping to maybe talk to Captain Singer and see if there was something at the precinct he could do to help as a civilian. He knew Jo and Cas would put in good words for him.

But right now, he was thinking of the very immediate possibility that had been slowly coming to a boil for months now between him and Jo. They both knew what they wanted, and it wasn't like they were running into this - three months of frustration had given Sam too many cold showers than he wanted to admit. Tonight, however, that was going to change.

The jog with Ford went on for almost an hour, and he knew it was almost time for her to come home. He knew if he had called her at work, she would have come running. And while he wouldn't have minded, he needed the time to prepare.

So when Jo would get home, there was a pizza waiting along with a bottle of sparkling cider and two glasses. And in front of it was the envelope with his results, waiting for her to read it while he took a quick shower to get the sweat off him from the jog.

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Jo was not really in a good mood when she got home. Rufus made her do all the paper work and that included typing up two witness reports. Each took an hour and by the time she got home she was about an hour later.

"Sorry I'm late," she said as she came through the front door. "Rufus is such an ass sometimes. Did Ford get walked?"

Since she saw the puppy sprawled on the floor by the couch, she knew the answer to that one. "Never mind. Sam? You around?"

Well, the pizza might be cold, but that's what the oven was for.

"Yeah, just changing." He shouted from the bedroom. He walked back out, pulling a tight shirt on over his head that was tight to his skin but covered all the scars he hated. His jeans fit him better now, not just hanging on his hips but actually fit into the small curves that were coming back.

"What did Rufus do now?" He asked, walking around the other side of the island and turning to oven on to stick the pizza back in. He was becoming a reheating fast-food genius.

"Claimed the rookie needed to learn how to do paperwork properly," she said with a sigh and hopped up onto the counter. "Stuck me with all of it. I have typer's cramp."

She flexed her fingers and stretched them out. "I hope at least one of us had a better day."

"Ah, carpal tunnel. The worst enemy of all."

He slid the pizza in, then poured two glasses of the cider before handing her one. He then leaned next to her and picked up the envelope, handing it to her.

"I think I might have something that will make your day all better." He smirked just a bit and sipped his drink.

They had left context behind weeks ago and Jo was very open to telling Sam just how frustrated she was with him sexually and what she was going to do to him when this day arrived. Now he was going to make her come due on all those whispered dirty words in his ear at night.

He had been thinking ahead when he scheduled his appointment on a Friday, for the record.

"Special occasion?" she asked, but then he handed her the doctor's envelope and well she lost all interest in her glass.

She had an idea of what this could be, what it could mean and she was a little nervous. Sam was smiling though. It had to be good. She tore into the envelope and scanned the report.

Once she was done reading she set it down calmly and jumped down from the counter. After that she threw herself into his arms, laughing and hugging him tightly. "Congratulations, Sam!"

Sam's bright grin broke out as he swung her around a bit in his arms before lowering her feet back to the ground. "Well, I have all of you to thank for that. He's really impressed at the improvements, and except for that one bad day, I've also been clean for over six months. I haven't felt this good in years. Not since before Dad died."

He ducked his head down to kiss her quickly. "I couldn't have done this without you, Jo. You know that, right?"

She held on while they spun, laughing and then eagerly kissed him back. There was such a sense of pride, of love and she was just so happy for him.

"You could have," she said, kissing him again. "But... I helped."

"Helped a lot. Don't try to downplay your role in this." He savored her kiss, then picked her up to put her back on the counter. He handed her the glass back and picked up his own. Standing in front of her, she was now at eye level and he smiled as he held up the glass. "So I think this deserves a toast, right?"

She thought it deserved something else, but she could indulge him for a bit. She held her glass up, mimicking him. "To Sam Winchester and all the cold showers he'd had to take."

She grinned, unable to stop herself from teasing him.

He rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. "Who knew that cold water had such medicinal powers?" He took a sip of his drink.

"And you realize that I now have high expectations from you that you are going to have to uphold. I mean, working my hopes up only to have them crash to the ground when I find out you're just all talk and no follow through. That's gonna suck." He had every right to tease back.

She crooked a finger at him. "Get closer and I'll show you just how I... suck."

In truth, she was more than ready to be intimate with him. She had been going crazy these past few weeks just waiting for this moment. She might have gone crazy if the test results said he was still infectious.

"Mmm, very tempting." But the oven buzzer went off and he backed away. "However, dinner first. I'm starving."

He turned to lean over - on purpose - to pull the pizza out with the mitts and put it back in the box on the table behind her. He then pulled himself a slice and started to eat it, keeping himself just out of reach of her.

She pouted while he got the pizza out, not that she'd ever admit it. Jo Harvelle didn't pout. She was so going to get revenge later.

But, food was a good idea. They'd need energy for what she had planned, so she could be patient for awhile. Eating was a good distraction too.

"I took Ford on a long jog when I got back, plus rough housed with him for the first time ever. I don't think he'll be moving until tomorrow."

He grinned and reached for another slice.

"No wonder he was passed out when I got home." She hummed and then paused to lick some sauce from the side of her hand. "I didn't get a tail wag."

Sam had finished his second slice and was deciding to be a bit evil. He walked over and grabbed her wrist and sucked away a bit of the sauce as he looked at her.

"I figured if you plan on keeping your promises, we're better served not having him interrupt and see things his young puppy eyes shouldn't see."

She scowled at him, "You're smart and evil."

She was going to get back at him for this. Later and a lot.

"Well, I was going to be a lawyer. This skill are essentials in that field."

"You would make a great one."

"I don't think it'd work anymore." He bit his lip and looked at the ground. "You kinda lose credit and respectability from that field when you drop out to become a drug dealer."

"Hey," she reached out and ran her hand over his arm. "You're going to find something new, something better, Sam. You made it this far. There's no stopping you now."

"Yeah, I know. Was actually playing around with the idea of talking to Captain Singer and seeing if maybe there's a civilian job for the other Winchester brother." He rubbed his neck.

"Unless of course, you'd rather me not work there, which I'd totally get. Might get distracting."

"There's always filing to be done. He could probably do something for you."

But she stuck her tongue out at him for the distracting comment. "I only spend a lot of time in the office at the beginning and end of my shift. I'll be fine."

"Distracting," she snorted. "Yeah, right."

"It'd be nice being with everyone. Kinda like a family business."

He chuckled. "Uh huh. Sure. Like I don't distract you at all."

Once or twice. Maybe. She wasn't going to admit it though.

"Nope, not at all."

Of course, if he wanted to try she wasn't going to stop him.

And the verdict is in... rp for ironknifehunter

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