Jo Harvelle (Parody)

@alwaysahunter

Hunting is the only life I have ever known. It’s what I was meant to do.

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<Storyline With @alwaysahunter & @roadhousehunterwill >

#OrderOfReplies

- Ellen

- Jo

- Bill

-Our time was up and my daughter and I were killed while helping Sam and Dean, which I don't think either of us regret. This was the life we chose to live, and now we are being given another chance.

There are a few questions I have, and they are: will we choose the same type of lifestyle? Does it even exist where we are going? Are we going to the same place? My mind was filled with thoughts and the only thing I could see was darkness around me.

I sat on the floor with my legs crossed and my eyes closed. Years have passed since my daughter and I died, and I slowly opened my eyes to see the light now surrounding me.

I looked around and saw that I was sitting in the middle of the woods on the dirt ground. I stood up and looked around before taking notice of the blue sky above me. I am being surrounded by the trees as the birds sing. It felt like I was alive again. Was I?-

Years had passed since that fateful day in Carthage. Jo and her mother had sacrificed themselves to allow Sam and Dean to escape and go after Lucifer. She didn’t regret the decision for a second. What they were doing was important. End of the world important. She would have preferred not to die, but that wasn’t in the cards for her.

Jo had been in her own version of heaven. One where her parents were together and they were safe and happy. It was a warm feeling and Jo was at peace.

And then suddenly, with no warning, she found herself in a dense forest where a watery light filtered through the trees. There was dirt on face and clothes and leaves in her hair. She lifted her shirt to discover some silvery looking scars on her abdomen. She traced them lightly with her fingertips. They didn’t hurt, but there was a tingling feeling in her body as if it was just waking up. With no desire to remain where she was, she started walking with the hope of finding civilization.

"Come back to me?" He could feel her touch, he swears he can even hear her breathing, and yet, he feared this was just another dream. He would wake up, cold, alone and sweating, his heart twisted with guilt from her death. Something he still could not live with. How he missed her so. @alwaysahunter

No matter where she was in this life or the afterlife, she would always find her way to him. She would watch over him forever

Dean felt her touch, it was real. Too real. He opened his eyes and looked at her, eyes wide. She was there. His heart was in his chest. He blinked.

"Jo?"

“It’s really me, Deano.”

Her hand caressed his cheek, letting him get used to the feel of the warm weight of it against his skin.

“I missed you so much,” she said softly.

Her touch was like a slice of heaven and he felt the tears burn behind his eyes. There was so much guilt living within him. Guilt over what happened, her death, it was because of him. Sure, they could say that she made a sacrifice to save the world, but it was because of him. He had lost so much and now she was back. He put his hand over hers, pressing the palm of her hand to his cheek and a little smile drifted over his lips.

"I've missed you," he whispered, and normally he would never let his emotions show so easily, or speak of them but this wasn't a normal situation. He pressed his forehead to hers.

"But how?"

Jo shook her head. “I don’t know how I’m back or why. All I know is that I woke up a couple of miles away and just kept walking until I ended up here.” There were tears in her brown eyes, but not of sadness. She didn’t what she did to deserve this, but she had come back and he was the first person she saw after an hour of walking alone.

“Where is here, any way?”

Dean laughed, it wasn't his usual loud, cocky laugh, it was a quiet amused one. She was back, and like so many other hunters that have been brought back, she was in a daze. He softly wiped away her tears and then lay a kiss to her brow. He was still in shock that she was here. He had carried the guilt of her death so heavy in his chest, that not a day went by where he didn't wish things went differently.

"You're at the Sea Drift Motel, on route 29, just outside the state line of Nebraska, I think...I think Jack brought you back" he saw her confusion and realized she has no idea who Jack is. Taking her hand, her hand, he brought her into the motel unit and shut the door behind her.

"I have a lot to tell you. Jack, is the child of Lucifer, and he has a human mother. He's powerful, even...even more powerful than Chuck who by the way, is the creator of this big messy world of Supernatural,"

“You have completely lost me with all of that.” She shook her head and laughed. “So, you’re telling me Lucifer has a son and some guy named Chuck created our world and orchestrated everything that’s ever happened to us? Wait.” She held up a finger. “Are you talking about that Chuck guy who wrote all those books about you?” She was dumbfounded.

She had stopped walking to look Dean in the face. He was right about where she was staying. More than likely, he was staying there too.

They would both need a drink. He walked over to the mini bar, pulled out a bottle of gin and poured them each a drink. With his back turned to her, he slipped the flask of holy water, he carried in his jacket pocket, and poured some into her drink. He had to be sure, right. He stuck the flask back into his coat pocket, and carried the drinks back over to where she stood.

"Yes, the same Chuck. Apparently, although I still don't believe it myself, he is the long lost God that Cas was searching for, the one who was sending Michael and Lucifer after each other," Dean told her, although he still didn't believe that Chuck was God, or any kind of God. Why would God sit around, writing books. Dean handed her a glass, and then tapped his glass to hers.

"To the return" he spoke and took a sip of his gin, and he waited.

“No whiskey?” She arched a teasing eyebrow at him. Jo knew he would slip holy water or something into her drink. She didn’t have to see him do it to know he would. It was the smart Hunter move, and Dean was nothing if not smart.

She took the drink from him and took a sip without even flinching. She was no demon or other evil creature. She was 100% Jo.

“To the return,” she echoed as she took another sip of her drink. “I hope it’s a permanent one.” She didn’t want to get sent back to wherever she’d come from.

"Come back to me?" He could feel her touch, he swears he can even hear her breathing, and yet, he feared this was just another dream. He would wake up, cold, alone and sweating, his heart twisted with guilt from her death. Something he still could not live with. How he missed her so. @alwaysahunter

No matter where she was in this life or the afterlife, she would always find her way to him. She would watch over him forever

Dean felt her touch, it was real. Too real. He opened his eyes and looked at her, eyes wide. She was there. His heart was in his chest. He blinked.

"Jo?"

“It’s really me, Deano.”

Her hand caressed his cheek, letting him get used to the feel of the warm weight of it against his skin.

“I missed you so much,” she said softly.

Her touch was like a slice of heaven and he felt the tears burn behind his eyes. There was so much guilt living within him. Guilt over what happened, her death, it was because of him. Sure, they could say that she made a sacrifice to save the world, but it was because of him. He had lost so much and now she was back. He put his hand over hers, pressing the palm of her hand to his cheek and a little smile drifted over his lips.

"I've missed you," he whispered, and normally he would never let his emotions show so easily, or speak of them but this wasn't a normal situation. He pressed his forehead to hers.

"But how?"

Jo shook her head. “I don’t know how I’m back or why. All I know is that I woke up a couple of miles away and just kept walking until I ended up here.” There were tears in her brown eyes, but not of sadness. She didn’t what she did to deserve this, but she had come back and he was the first person she saw after an hour of walking alone.

“Where is here, any way?”

Dean laughed, it wasn't his usual loud, cocky laugh, it was a quiet amused one. She was back, and like so many other hunters that have been brought back, she was in a daze. He softly wiped away her tears and then lay a kiss to her brow. He was still in shock that she was here. He had carried the guilt of her death so heavy in his chest, that not a day went by where he didn't wish things went differently.

"You're at the Sea Drift Motel, on route 29, just outside the state line of Nebraska, I think...I think Jack brought you back" he saw her confusion and realized she has no idea who Jack is. Taking her hand, her hand, he brought her into the motel unit and shut the door behind her.

"I have a lot to tell you. Jack, is the child of Lucifer, and he has a human mother. He's powerful, even...even more powerful than Chuck who by the way, is the creator of this big messy world of Supernatural,"

“You have completely lost me with all of that.” She shook her head and laughed. “So, you’re telling me Lucifer has a son and some guy named Chuck created our world and orchestrated everything that’s ever happened to us? Wait.” She held up a finger. “Are you talking about that Chuck guy who wrote all those books about you?” She was dumbfounded.

She had stopped walking to look Dean in the face. He was right about where she was staying. More than likely, he was staying there too.

"Come back to me?" He could feel her touch, he swears he can even hear her breathing, and yet, he feared this was just another dream. He would wake up, cold, alone and sweating, his heart twisted with guilt from her death. Something he still could not live with. How he missed her so. @alwaysahunter

No matter where she was in this life or the afterlife, she would always find her way to him. She would watch over him forever

Dean felt her touch, it was real. Too real. He opened his eyes and looked at her, eyes wide. She was there. His heart was in his chest. He blinked.

"Jo?"

“It’s really me, Deano.”

Her hand caressed his cheek, letting him get used to the feel of the warm weight of it against his skin.

“I missed you so much,” she said softly.

Her touch was like a slice of heaven and he felt the tears burn behind his eyes. There was so much guilt living within him. Guilt over what happened, her death, it was because of him. Sure, they could say that she made a sacrifice to save the world, but it was because of him. He had lost so much and now she was back. He put his hand over hers, pressing the palm of her hand to his cheek and a little smile drifted over his lips.

"I've missed you," he whispered, and normally he would never let his emotions show so easily, or speak of them but this wasn't a normal situation. He pressed his forehead to hers.

"But how?"

Jo shook her head. “I don’t know how I’m back or why. All I know is that I woke up a couple of miles away and just kept walking until I ended up here.” There were tears in her brown eyes, but not of sadness. She didn’t what she did to deserve this, but she had come back and he was the first person she saw after an hour of walking alone.

“Where is here, any way?”

"Come back to me?" He could feel her touch, he swears he can even hear her breathing, and yet, he feared this was just another dream. He would wake up, cold, alone and sweating, his heart twisted with guilt from her death. Something he still could not live with. How he missed her so. @alwaysahunter

No matter where she was in this life or the afterlife, she would always find her way to him. She would watch over him forever

Dean felt her touch, it was real. Too real. He opened his eyes and looked at her, eyes wide. She was there. His heart was in his chest. He blinked.

"Jo?"

“It’s really me, Deano.”

Her hand caressed his cheek, letting him get used to the feel of the warm weight of it against his skin.

“I missed you so much,” she said softly.

"Come back to me?" He could feel her touch, he swears he can even hear her breathing, and yet, he feared this was just another dream. He would wake up, cold, alone and sweating, his heart twisted with guilt from her death. Something he still could not live with. How he missed her so. @alwaysahunter

No matter where she was in this life or the afterlife, she would always find her way to him. She would watch over him forever

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