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@1oadedgun
1oadedgun independent blog of cw supernatural’s jo harvelle. this blog revolves around jo coming back to life. loved and cherished since september 15, 2025 by lumi (26+ , pst , she/her) sideblog to @snnynatural
biography. memes. headcanons. edits. scenes.
affiliates. @hcrv3lles @rottenache
guidelines below...
@1oadedgun asked: - Why are you still here? I mean, you could go anywhere. Be with anyone.
Sam paused for a moment, knowing the answer but taking his time to answer. There was a great many reasons he was still here with Jo rather than with someone else. It had started slow, gradual. Before he knew it, feelings had begun to set in. Friendship, caring, and then maybe even something more. The faintest smile formed on the hunters face as he sat across the bar with a drink in hand. "Maybe. But what if right here is exactly where I want to be and what if you are who I want to be with right now?" The question was bold, forest colored eyes regarding her with warmth and kindness.
since being resurrected, jo hasn't been at all herself. trying to find answers, trying settle her nightmares, everything was flipped upside down and she barely knew how to handle it all. so she jsut kept hunting. trying to keep her mind off everything. despite knowing she'd run into a winchester at some point, she didn't imagine it to be so soon.
sam has been visiting her more often ever since. it was always like him. always gentle and kind to everyone around him. she didn't know what to do with it. she appreciated the company, but what was growing more into that began to scare her. "you're just saying that." she attempted with a shake of her head.
open starter. "i know what i saw, and don't you dare call me crazy." jo stood there as she looked at the other. body trembling and tears streaming down her face. they managed to escape the demons, but it left her frozen in place. was this her punishment for being brought back to life? "that was a hellhound. i can see hellhounds." she didn't know she could until now.
@1oadedgun for will - ❛ This can’t be your burden. ❜
oh, how she must not realize the truth that has since been ingrained into william's system the moment that their parents announced to him as a kid that he was going to be an older brother. the responsibility for family immediately took shape in that moment, when jo came home from the hospital and she was a small thing in the boy's arms, whose head had to be cradled by not only william's smaller hand, but with their father's palm pressed against his son's knuckles, holding joanna beth harvelle together for the first time. a weight that william bore proudly, like a badge of honor to be an older brother to not just a sister but a baby brother as well.
it's his burden from the moment she opened her eyes and blinked up at him, and he swore he would fight the world if they ever tried to hurt her. his burden from the moment she would get bullied at school for being a freak, never finding interest in the studying of books, but rather the art of living that she grew up with, surrounded by stories of hunters that lived to tell the tale, and a growing need to explore that. william watched with a worried gaze as she grew up, gotten taller behind the bar counter, she would slowly reach to her tip toes to listen more intently to the stories that drunken hunters would spew out to anyone that would lend an ear.
william smiles sadly at his sister, who is at war with herself now having death lick at her heels, warning her of the grave that she clawed herself from. he wishes that he was there when she rose, not anticipating that the moment he crashed his lips against the red-eyed demon's, that life would breathe back into jo's chest once again. "i'm your big brother," he replies, as though it is as simple as stating a fact. "it was going t' be my burden the second you and wally were born." and he would take that so called burden time and time again, to have his siblings. "that will never change."
the moment jo found out that will sold his soul for her to come back weighs heavy on her shoulders and chest. her entire being. she was already dead. already suffering in hell, only to now be replaced by him. and she was trying so desperately to find another way. to even go back because she was dead. he still had so much to live for. to do what he wanted. to find love and be in love. "will, i don't care that you're my big bgrother. you can't just take my place."
she was doing her best not to cry. to not scream and beat at his chest. jo couldn't feel anything. it's been this way the moment she got back. "i shouldn't even be here. you and wally were supposed to move on."
hellhound. since being brought back, not only is jo left with the nightmares of her trauma... but she is now able to see hellhounds with her naked eye.
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a reminder that jo sees hellhounds since being resurrected :)))) imagine her freezing when she first finds out she can-
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM ACTS PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT. SEND "REVERSE" TO SWITCH THE ROLES OF SENDER AND RECEIVER.
PLATONIC / STRANGERS
SENDER drapes their jacket over RECEIVER'S shoulders.
SENDER signals RECEIVER with a subtle gesture.
SENDER slows their pace so RECEIVER can keep up.
SENDER whispers from just behind RECEIVER'S shoulder.
SENDER offers RECEIVER the last piece of food without comment.
SENDER sits beside RECEIVER without needing to be asked.
SENDER asks if RECEIVER made it home safe.
SENDER shares an umbrella with RECEIVER, leaning into the rain.
SENDER listens to RECEIVER without interrupting.
SENDER steals a glance when RECEIVER isn't looking.
SENDER smiles at RECEIVER without explanation.
SENDER carries RECEIVER'S bag when it gets too heavy.
SENDER passes RECEIVER a note that says ________.
SENDER nudges RECEIVER with their shoulder playfully.
SENDER reminds RECEIVER to eat.
SENDER guides RECEIVER through a crowd by the hand.
SENDER holds the door open for RECEIVER without rushing.
SENDER offers quiet RECEIVER company instead of advice.
SENDER stays with RECEIVER even when they could leave.
SENDER brushes lint from RECEIVER'S sleeve.
SENDER leans their head against RECEIVER'S shoulder.
SENDER slips something into RECEIVER'S pocket.
SENDER hides behind RECEIVER when trouble passes by.
AFFECTIONATE / ROMANTIC
SENDER tucks loose hair behind RECEIVER'S ear.
SENDER squeezes RECEIVER'S hand gently.
SENDER rests their chin on RECEIVER'S head.
SENDER kisses RECEIVER deeply.
SENDER traces idle shapes on RECEIVER'S arm.
SENDER pulls RECEIVER into a lingering hug.
SENDER presses their forehead to RECEIVER'S.
SENDER bites RECEIVER'S lower lip gently.
SENDER rubs slow circles into RECEIVER'S back.
SENDER pulls RECEIVER closer by the hips.
SENDER presses their body against RECEIVER'S.
SENDER kisses RECEIVER'S temple softly.
SENDER cradles RECEIVER'S face in both hands.
SENDER smooths a hand down RECEIVER'S hair.
SENDER interlaces their fingers with RECEIVER'S.
SENDER trails kisses down RECEIVER'S neck.
SENDER leans in just close enough to feel RECEIVER'S breath.
SENDER kisses RECEIVER slowly, unhurried.
SENDER guides RECEIVER'S hands where they want them.
SENDER murmurs praise against RECEIVER'S skin.
SENDER guides RECEIVER closer by the waist.
SENDER whispers something meant only for RECEIVER.
SENDER presses RECEIVER gently against a wall.
SENDER traces RECEIVER'S jawline with their thumb.
SENDER pulls RECEIVER into their lap.
SENDER brushes their lips against RECEIVER'S knuckles.
SENDER tilts RECEIVER'S chin up.
SENDER pulls RECEIVER back when they try to leave.
AGGRESSIVE / VIOLENT
SENDER blocks RECEIVER'S path.
SENDER crushes RECEIVER'S fingers underfoot.
SENDER shoves RECEIVER back a step.
SENDER crowds into RECEIVER'S space.
SENDER grips RECEIVER'S collar.
SENDER shoves RECEIVER against a surface.
SENDER bashes RECEIVER'S head against a wall.
SENDER steps closer when RECEIVER backs away.
SENDER shoves past RECEIVER hard.
SENDER yanks something from RECEIVER'S hands.
SENDER slams a fist beside RECEIVER'S head.
SENDER strikes RECEIVER to instigate a fight.
SENDER chokes RECEIVER until they struggle.
SENDER grabs RECEIVER'S wrist.
SENDER slams RECEIVER into the ground.
SENDER breaks RECEIVER'S nose.
SENDER drags RECEIVER across the floor.
SENDER pins RECEIVER in place.
SENDER forces RECEIVER'S head under water.
open starter. "i know what i saw, and don't you dare call me crazy." jo stood there as she looked at the other. body trembling and tears streaming down her face. they managed to escape the demons, but it left her frozen in place. was this her punishment for being brought back to life? "that was a hellhound. i can see hellhounds." she didn't know she could until now.
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we thank lilly for jo being alive
dean finding out that jo is alive
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open starter. "i know what i saw, and don't you dare call me crazy." jo stood there as she looked at the other. body trembling and tears streaming down her face. they managed to escape the demons, but it left her frozen in place. was this her punishment for being brought back to life? "that was a hellhound. i can see hellhounds." she didn't know she could until now.
@1oadedgun - don't give me that look.
“alright . . . let's stop stalling here and how about let's tell wally what we have up our sleeve. clearly, you're plotting something.”
"i'm not stalling." jo spoke as she looked at her youngest brother. "and i'm not plotting anything. i'm just hunting like the rest of you."
open starter. there was shuffling that didn't go missed. jo was quick to pull out her gun. holding it out with a finger on the trigger. footsteps were quiet as she inched forward. careful not to be loud or sudden. not when someone was trespassing her motel room. finally, she turned the corner and was greeted by the figure's back. “who are you?!” she spat, “turn around. now!”
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