Open Road and Freedom

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Indie William "Bill" Anthony Harvelle from Supernatural. Most of this blog will be pre-canon. However would be willing to work on post-canon as well. Shoot me an Ask. Mun and muse are 21+ Smut is likely. Ye be warned. Tracking tag: harleyedhunter Abandon all hope ye who enter here.

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homecomings

Jo leans into the kiss to her temple, relaxing at the compromise. She knows she’s lucking out pretty fiercely, which is okay by her. Her spirits are high—-her family is back to the way it was, and it feels good to have him home. It feels like anything’s possible and they can make everything work out, simply because Daddy is home. ”Thank you, Daddy,” she says with a soft little smile. ”That sounds nice.” She’s hoping for warm milk. Warm milk and cookies before bed is the best, if you ask Joanna Harvelle.

Ellen smiles and nods ever so slightly at his suggestion that they all have milk and cookies. ”Help me in the kitchen?” she proposes, as she settles the shotgun behind the bar, in a safe place. The fire will sit low in her belly, but it will stay. The heat of it may burn slowly inside her for the rest of her life. Her husband is home. There’s nothing more important in the world than that. Or keeping him where he belongs. She has so many questions only he can answer, and she’s longing to ask them. Why that hunt? Was there something wrong? When she pleaded with him to stay…why didn’t he?

Bill still wants a little time with his bit, and he thinks that this is a fair suggestion, honestly. It's a special time, he's home, so she should be allowed a little indulgence. Just not too long, because he may jump his wife first if they wait a little too long. He nuzzles Jo's hair with a bigger smile for the agreement from Ellen. "You're very welcome, Baby." And of course it will need to be warm milk! He knows that helps her falls asleep too, so there's a double reason for warming her milk.

Shifting, he lifts Jo from the bar and nods. "We'd love to help you in the kitchen. Right, Jo?" He's hoping she meant all of them as he moves to the end of the bar and waits for her to slip out from behind it. His arm is out when she gets close too, so he can draw Ellen into a hug and have her closer. There are a lot of answers he knows he owes her, ones they'll need to discuss and for her to hear. But that can come tomorrow. After they get their girl to bed, after she has her anger out, and then they can sate that fire that burns in them both. "Warm milk and cookies for our daughter."

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homecomings

Private time, healing wounds, they all need it. He, his wife, and his daughter. The three need time to do just that. With hugs, and kisses, and holding each other, and all those kisses. And he loves those gentle touches and kisses from Ellen as she works.

He never wants to take that bright hope from his daughter. He likes that she’s so hopeful, because with that attitude, she can really do almost anything she puts her mind to when she gets bigger. And he’ll be here to help her get where she needs to be to accomplish any and all of those goals.

There’s a softer smile for that young wife he’d left the day their world turned upside-down. He’s missed that face, and nothing in heaven could compare to having it in front of him now. Though, that kiss as he kisses her back has him groan low, hand sliding into her hair to keep her close even when she pulls back a little.

His hand strokes Jo’s hair gently when she pleads to stay with them. “I’ll be here when ya wake up, Baby Girl. Your momma and I need some time t’talk.” He knows there will be more of those kisses in the talking, and that slap he’s still waiting for. Figured that Ellen’s waiting until their daughter is in bed before she hits him.

If it weren’t for the fact that the Roadhouse is pretty much a hub for the hunters, Ellen would even suggest they close shop for a few days and just have a staycation of sorts. But, knowing some of the hunters, they’d burst down the door just to make sure that Ellen and Jo were alright.

Jo’s definitely strong willed and bull-headed at times. She’s also a sweet child, under her “gruff” exterior. She’s been in fights and in trouble, but a lot of that will be put to rest now that her father’s home. She’s just missed him, is all; there’s damage that can be undone, and she can blossom into the girl she was meant to be.

Ellen makes a small noise into the kiss, as always, a promise of what will come later, after their daughter is tucked into bed. There’s a fire raging through Ellen, now that the ice has melted away, and it won’t be tamed until she’s in his arms, making sure all of him is really back.

Jo pouts and looks up at her father, clinging to his shirt collar. ”Daddy, don’t send me away yet,” she pleads. ”Y’just got here…how about…after we have rootbeer floats like we used to?” Oh, did he miss that Jo has also become a con-artist in his absence?

"Joanna Beth," her mother starts, exasperatedly, but will wait to see what her husband has to say about it. "Y’never listen."

Having some hunters busting in to check on her in the midsts of family time with her newly back husband would be very bad, and in the end just cause more stress than anything. It wouldn't help any. But he can help out around here, and run things with her while staying close instead. Plus, he saw a couple employees that could probably handle the three of them disappearing up stairs for a while at a time.

Jo is his daughter, and she's a strong mix of both her parents. Both Bill and Ellen are strong willed and can be bull-headed at times, so there's no surprise that she is, and leaving her like that he can understand her getting into trouble at school. She's been put through a lot, losing him. But he's home. And he'll help to heal the damage he caused.

That small noise from Ellen is echoed by Bill, eyes darker as he watches his wife. As much as he loves his daughter, and doesn't want to let her go, he wants to embrace that fire that's burning in Ellen. And Jo needs to be in her own room for that. He wants to feel his wife again, in all ways.

Dipping, he kisses Jo's temple gently at her pleading though. "How about a glass of milk and a couple cookies tonight. Root beer floats tomorrow night." A compromise, because ,I'll and cookies won't take as long to make or eat. But it will still give Jo a little more time with him before she's put to bed. "For all three of us." He offers a smile at Ellen, because that fire isn't going anywhere until sated, he knows that well enough.

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homecomings

It’s another thing that just shows she loves him. There’s always gentle touches as she works, and a kiss or two for him as well. This will be good for them, to have some private time to heal some wounds.

Jo most certainly believes in angels. And most certainly believes that they can and do help people. She’ll alway see the best in the world, and angels are not an exception.

It sheds years off her face. Years of pent up hurt and too much loss. Bill is a cure to a sickness she thought she’d have until she died. Ellen kisses him, deeply and possessively. ”It’s time for bed, Joanna,” she says, when she pulls back.

"No! Momma please!" Jo insists. "I wanna stay with you and Daddy!"

Private time, healing wounds, they all need it. He, his wife, and his daughter. The three need time to do just that. With hugs, and kisses, and holding each other, and all those kisses. And he loves those gentle touches and kisses from Ellen as she works.

He never wants to take that bright hope from his daughter. He likes that she's so hopeful, because with that attitude, she can really do almost anything she puts her mind to when she gets bigger. And he'll be here to help her get where she needs to be to accomplish any and all of those goals.

There's a softer smile for that young wife he'd left the day their world turned upside-down. He's missed that face, and nothing in heaven could compare to having it in front of him now. Though, that kiss as he kisses her back has him groan low, hand sliding into her hair to keep her close even when she pulls back a little.

His hand strokes Jo's hair gently when she pleads to stay with them. "I'll be here when ya wake up, Baby Girl. Your momma and I need some time t'talk." He knows there will be more of those kisses in the talking, and that slap he's still waiting for. Figured that Ellen's waiting until their daughter is in bed before she hits him.

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homecomings

Truthfully, he’d like if Ellen trimmed him, because it would mean just a little longer holed up with his family while they get reacquainted. Eventually they’ll surface, eventually a couple of the old gang will be around to check on her and find out. But for now, it’s just them. And he likes it to stay that way. As for angels, well. Bill doesn’t think they do all that much. But he won’t stop his baby from prayin’ to them. Maybe they did listen.

He smiles softly at her, that private smile that’s all hers. “I’m real, Ellen. I’m home. And I ain’t leavin’ again. Stayin’ right here with my family.” He raises her fingers up and brushes a kiss to the knuckles gently. He knows she has every right to slap him, and that his arm is stabbing slowly from where Jo tested him with iron. But none of that matters with her skin under his lips.

Ellen will be happy to keep him close and trim his hair. She’s missed having her man to look after. Not that she doesn’t look after her daughter, but it’s different. She’s glad he’s back.

Jo’s got her own views and she’s at the age that Bill probably shouldn’t crash those dreams quite yet. Innocence still preserved and all.

That smile is like an ice pick, chipping away the coldness around Ellen’s heart. When his lips brush against her knuckles, everything floods back to her. The loss, the love…everything. This is her man. This is her Bill. ”You son of a bitch, if y’ever so much as think about leavin’, I’ll sling yer ass t’Hell myself.”

He likes it better when she trims her hair anyway, there's something special when she wants to do it. And he gets it, really. There is a difference to the way you look after a husband verses a daughter. And he plans to look after his wife and daughter now that he's home.

He won't hurt those views, some things are good for a kid to believe in. And he'll encourage her to have faith and believe as he can, even if he knows fairly better. Besides, you never know. Maybe he just had a bad experience.

The smile only grows as he watches emotions flood back into his wife. She looks better than ever as she embraces and feels what has been stuffed away in his absence. He kisses her knuckles again before he leans across the bar for a kiss, a slap, or both. Whatever she'll give him. "I ain't goin' anywhere, Wildflower. Learned my lesson, an' learned it well. My place is here, with you and Jo. And I ain't bein' that stupid again."

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homecomings

He’ll get that trim later. After time with his family. So long as Ellen doesn’t’t mind the scruff until he can bare to leave long enough to get it trimmed. Right now, he’s just glad to have his daughter back in his arms. He’s hated missing all those firsts, for not being here for her and Ellen, to help Ellen with her. “I am, Jo.”

Reaching out, Bill slides his fingers around Ellen’s on the shot glass, both because she’s specifically not touched him but also because he wants to sooth that tremble. They don’t always, but when the work is put into it, it can happen. “There can be now, Wildflower. I have missed you so much.”

It doesn’t matter. Maybe Ellen will trim his hair for him, if he wishes it. Maybe they’ll have to spend the day out as a family before too awfully long. He’s returned to them, and she’ll do anything to keep him close. They both will. Jo mentally swears that she’ll be good—-a promise she’d prayed to heaven many times. Maybe her angel listened?

He feels real. He feels alive and warm, and rough and a little bloody. He feels like her husband. Her soulmate, and the only man she could truly love. ”Bill…,” she breathes, looking at his fingers on hers. ”Tell me yer real..”

Truthfully, he'd like if Ellen trimmed him, because it would mean just a little longer holed up with his family while they get reacquainted. Eventually they'll surface, eventually a couple of the old gang will be around to check on her and find out. But for now, it's just them. And he likes it to stay that way. As for angels, well. Bill doesn't think they do all that much. But he won't stop his baby from prayin' to them. Maybe they did listen.

He smiles softly at her, that private smile that's all hers. "I'm real, Ellen. I'm home. And I ain't leavin' again. Stayin' right here with my family." He raises her fingers up and brushes a kiss to the knuckles gently. He knows she has every right to slap him, and that his arm is stabbing slowly from where Jo tested him with iron. But none of that matters with her skin under his lips.

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homecomings

He did. And it was the worst mistake of his life. One he fought hard to correct, to get back to them, and he knows he’ll have a lot to make up for now that he’s back. He will stay though. He doesn’t plan to go anywhere. No, this time he wants to never leave his family so that’s a non-issue. “I won’t, Jo, I promise.”

He looks over at Ellen, eyes heavy. “I did die, Wildflower. I went on a hunt ha told me not to, and I screwed up.” There’s a slow step toward her. Just one. Just to test. “Ya’ain’t dreamin’. I found a way t’slip outta heaven, inta purgatory, an’ then finally here. It wasn’t easy. But…you and Jo are worth it.”

It ain’t djinn. He swears.

Ellen’s hoping that he’ll learn from that, if he is, indeed truly back to them. She wants this too much and knows it. If it doesn’t last, they’re going to shatter into a million pieces.

Jo’s fingers slide against his face, up and down over his scruff and beard, memorizing him again. Making sure he feels real. She trembles in his arms as she opens her eyes wide enough to look at her mother. ”It’s him, Momma,” she hiccups, watching her mother.

The hope in Ellen’s heart swells with her daughter’s words, with her husband’s words. But good things like this…don’t happen. They don’t get this. ”How?” she breathes, as she moves to the bar, uncocking the shotgun and pours them both a shot of whiskey.

He has already learned from that, from being separated from his family. It’s why he didn’t stay in heaven, because without them it wasn’t a heaven he wanted. He’d rather be here, alive and feeling the pain and pleasure of every day with his wife and daughter.

Bill leans into the touches with a soft smile, letting Jo memorize him again. He hasn’t changed much since he left, though his beard is a little over grown at the moment, and Ellen will find that he’s got a little more muscle. Purgatory isn’t a stroll in the park. “It’s me, Baby Girl.”

It’s a good thing, for sure, but it was also hard work to make it happen. Bill’s determination to reunite with his family fueled this. “It hurt up there, t’watch you and Jo without me. An’ I couldn’t rest without you.” He walks to the bar with Jo, setting her on the top but keeping an arm around her. He needs a free hand to take that shot of whiskey. “Found a little crack in heaven. Learned that heaven and hell are linked by purgatory. Slipped in, and purgatory has a crack t’get back to earth. To you and our daughter. Wasn’t easy. But…I need my family.”

She feels the overgrownness and also that his hair could use a trim as she strokes at her father’s hair. He’s back. He’s really, really back to them. Jo settles on top of the bar, but keeps herself touching her father. She’s idolized this man since birth, and now he’s back. Now he’s theirs again. ”My daddy is home,” she finally murmurs, relaxing.

Ellen’s head hurts. This doesn’t happen. Hunters don’t ever get happy endings. That’s just something that doesn’t happen for them. She knows this. So she knows there has to be some sort of catch. There’s always a catch. ”There wasn’t any rest here, either,” Ellen admits as her fingers wrap around the shotglass, trembling. ”I’m glad yer home.”

He'll get that trim later. After time with his family. So long as Ellen doesn't't mind the scruff until he can bare to leave long enough to get it trimmed. Right now, he's just glad to have his daughter back in his arms. He's hated missing all those firsts, for not being here for her and Ellen, to help Ellen with her. "I am, Jo."

Reaching out, Bill slides his fingers around Ellen's on the shot glass, both because she's specifically not touched him but also because he wants to sooth that tremble. They don't always, but when the work is put into it, it can happen. "There can be now, Wildflower. I have missed you so much."

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homecomings

He did. And it was the worst mistake of his life. One he fought hard to correct, to get back to them, and he knows he’ll have a lot to make up for now that he’s back. He will stay though. He doesn’t plan to go anywhere. No, this time he wants to never leave his family so that’s a non-issue. “I won’t, Jo, I promise.”

He looks over at Ellen, eyes heavy. “I did die, Wildflower. I went on a hunt ha told me not to, and I screwed up.” There’s a slow step toward her. Just one. Just to test. “Ya’ain’t dreamin’. I found a way t’slip outta heaven, inta purgatory, an’ then finally here. It wasn’t easy. But…you and Jo are worth it.”

It ain’t djinn. He swears.

Ellen’s hoping that he’ll learn from that, if he is, indeed truly back to them. She wants this too much and knows it. If it doesn’t last, they’re going to shatter into a million pieces.

Jo’s fingers slide against his face, up and down over his scruff and beard, memorizing him again. Making sure he feels real. She trembles in his arms as she opens her eyes wide enough to look at her mother. ”It’s him, Momma,” she hiccups, watching her mother.

The hope in Ellen’s heart swells with her daughter’s words, with her husband’s words. But good things like this…don’t happen. They don’t get this. ”How?” she breathes, as she moves to the bar, uncocking the shotgun and pours them both a shot of whiskey.

He has already learned from that, from being separated from his family. It's why he didn't stay in heaven, because without them it wasn't a heaven he wanted. He'd rather be here, alive and feeling the pain and pleasure of every day with his wife and daughter.

Bill leans into the touches with a soft smile, letting Jo memorize him again. He hasn't changed much since he left, though his beard is a little over grown at the moment, and Ellen will find that he's got a little more muscle. Purgatory isn't a stroll in the park. "It's me, Baby Girl."

It's a good thing, for sure, but it was also hard work to make it happen. Bill's determination to reunite with his family fueled this. "It hurt up there, t'watch you and Jo without me. An' I couldn't rest without you." He walks to the bar with Jo, setting her on the top but keeping an arm around her. He needs a free hand to take that shot of whiskey. "Found a little crack in heaven. Learned that heaven and hell are linked by purgatory. Slipped in, and purgatory has a crack t'get back to earth. To you and our daughter. Wasn't easy. But...I need my family."

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homecomings

Jo sobs against him, tiny body wracked with the tears of a broken little child getting her pieces put back together. She clings to him as if letting go even a tiny bit would lead him to disappear forever. She can’t go through that again. She won’t. ”Daddy…” she sobs against his throat. ”Never ever….you…stay with us…” Hiccupping, she tries to breathe, and calm herself.

His wife, on the other hand, is watching. The telltale sound of a shotgun getting cocked gives away her appearance. Maybe a slap and a kiss will be his greeting from Ellen, then. ”Let go of my daughter.”

Bill bounces her gently as he hugs her to him, pain in his chest for just how much he hurt his little girl. He never thought there would be a day when he wouldn’t come home, honestly. Too cocky in himself and his ability to come home. But he really won’t leave his family again, it would kill him too much after how long they had been separated. “I’m here, baby girl. And I’m staying. Always. I promise.”

The sound of the shotgun has him still a little, taking a slow breath before he turns to face her. The slap will have to wait until Jo is set down, which he doesn’t want to do too soon. “Our daughter, Wildflower. Who already tested me with holy water, silver, and iron.”

He took himself away from them. It was a shock, to lose him. And now another shock to have him back. Never again will either of them let him out of their sight. He has to stay. Neither girl will let him leave. ”I…don’t leave us!” she cries against him, clinging to him as he bounces her.

"Y’died," Ellen says, striding into the room, boots hitting the floor in a matched time. "Y’can’t be here." It’s not going to relax her yet. "I’m dreamin’. Shit."

Is this a djinn? It’s got to be.

He did. And it was the worst mistake of his life. One he fought hard to correct, to get back to them, and he knows he'll have a lot to make up for now that he's back. He will stay though. He doesn't plan to go anywhere. No, this time he wants to never leave his family so that's a non-issue. "I won't, Jo, I promise."

He looks over at Ellen, eyes heavy. "I did die, Wildflower. I went on a hunt ha told me not to, and I screwed up." There's a slow step toward her. Just one. Just to test. "Ya'ain't dreamin'. I found a way t'slip outta heaven, inta purgatory, an' then finally here. It wasn't easy. But...you and Jo are worth it."

It ain't djinn. He swears.

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homecomings

He lifts her off the bar, far easier to not worry about the knife but also far easier to hug her to him tightly as he dips to rest his head against her hair. Eyes close at both the words at the fact that Jo’s crying, curling around her as he settles himself on a stool. “I’m back, baby girl. And I ain’t goin’ no where from now on less it’s with you an’ yer momma.”

Speaking of his wife, he’s wondering just where she might be, though he doesn’t worry too much about it. It’s about time for Jo to be getting to bed, so he’s sure she’ll be along to shoo their daughter to bed soon. He’s just not sure if he’s expecting a slap or a kiss when she sees him. “I missed you so much, Jo.”

Jo sobs against him, tiny body wracked with the tears of a broken little child getting her pieces put back together. She clings to him as if letting go even a tiny bit would lead him to disappear forever. She can’t go through that again. She won’t. ”Daddy…” she sobs against his throat. ”Never ever….you…stay with us…” Hiccupping, she tries to breathe, and calm herself.

His wife, on the other hand, is watching. The telltale sound of a shotgun getting cocked gives away her appearance. Maybe a slap and a kiss will be his greeting from Ellen, then. ”Let go of my daughter.”

Bill bounces her gently as he hugs her to him, pain in his chest for just how much he hurt his little girl. He never thought there would be a day when he wouldn't come home, honestly. Too cocky in himself and his ability to come home. But he really won't leave his family again, it would kill him too much after how long they had been separated. "I'm here, baby girl. And I'm staying. Always. I promise."

The sound of the shotgun has him still a little, taking a slow breath before he turns to face her. The slap will have to wait until Jo is set down, which he doesn't want to do too soon. "Our daughter, Wildflower. Who already tested me with holy water, silver, and iron."

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homecomings

Jo watches her father closely, studying and evaluating every movement. She wants this to be him. Wants him to pass every test, and fix what’s been broken. Fix her mother. Fix her. Fix what he messed up by going with John Winchester when his wife begged him to stay home.

Her eyes follow his hand as he tips the shot of water into his mouth, and she physically relaxes. That wire tight stress is released, as she climbs over the bar, careful of the knife, and hugs him around the neck, squeezing. ”Daddy,” she murmurs. ”You’re back…” She buries her face as she starts to cry. ”I’ve missed you so much.”

He lifts her off the bar, far easier to not worry about the knife but also far easier to hug her to him tightly as he dips to rest his head against her hair. Eyes close at both the words at the fact that Jo's crying, curling around her as he settles himself on a stool. "I'm back, baby girl. And I ain't goin' no where from now on less it's with you an' yer momma."

Speaking of his wife, he's wondering just where she might be, though he doesn't worry too much about it. It's about time for Jo to be getting to bed, so he's sure she'll be along to shoo their daughter to bed soon. He's just not sure if he's expecting a slap or a kiss when she sees him. "I missed you so much, Jo."

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She’s over-cautious. And that comes from picking up pieces of her life and her mother after her father died. Everything changed. Ellen…well, Ellen lost a lot of herself when Bill died. Lost a lot of her sweetness, her gentleness, and her smiles. Jo prays that if this really is her Daddy back, that he can fix her.

The glint of the long knife in her hand will indicate that yes, she decided to remain armed as she approaches the bar, ducking behind it to drag her little stool over to the holy water and special shot glasses, sitting up on it so she can see him over the bar. ”Here you are,” she says, sliding it to him. ”And…yes. You can have a hug.”

Bill's hoping he can put his family back together again as soon as he proves that he's really come back to them, that it's not a joke, or a demon, or anything that needs slayin'. That the man is really back. He fought so hard to get back here, all he wants to do is have the family he lost when he died. He wants to bring those smiles back to his wife's face, to have her laughing and loosening up. He'd seen a little of how she had turned before he'd fought to get out.

He sets his knife on the bar gently, handle facing sideways so it's not pointed at Jo or him, and either can take it easily. Once the shot glass is in front of him, he slides his fingers around it, thumb brushing along the silver on the rim as an early show that the silver doesn't hurt him. And then he kicks back the shot easily and sets the glass upside down on the bar gently. "See. Really me, baby girl."

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She listens to the words, but they don’t entirely make a lot of sense to an eleven year old. She’s afraid, because this is everything she’s ever wanted. Everything. She can have her family again. ”Daddy,” she murmurs in spite of herself, wincing. Never let them know it hurts. That was something Rufus said.

Watching the blood well one his arm makes her scoot a little closer to out from under the table. ”One holy water shot, comin’ right up,” she says, sliding out from under the table. She still won’t touch him, and will dance out of his reach as soon as she’s able. She doesn’t trust it yet.

He didn't expect his explanation to make a lot of sense, he still had a little bit of trouble wrapping his head around some of it. He does however expect Ellen to understand it better when he sees his wife. He hates that Jo is afraid, and there's nothing stronger than the want to pick her up and snuggle her in his arms. But he's careful, to make sure to not spook her as well as he could. "I'm alright, Baby." Nothing a little bandage wouldn't take care of after the tests were done.

He won't try to touch her, won't make a move to pick her up. Much as his hand has to fist at his side to stop himself from doing so. He gives her a few steps head start to the bar, before standing and moving after her. "After I take the shot do I get my hug?"

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30. "Let me come in the changing room and help you out of that."

31. "You know what the best thing to do while camping is? Fuck."

32. "Is a playground at night a totally inappropriate place to fool around?"

33. "I need you to come in the supply closet and look at something."

34. "I don't want to go all the way home. Lets just do it here."

35. "You know...I've never actually had sex on a beach..."

36. "Lets just duck into the toilets. Nobody will know."

37. "What if we stayed in the department store until after closing and had sex."

38. "Just put your hand under the table and feel it."

39. "I wonder if we can have sex in Ikea without being caught."

40. "This ghost train is supposed to last half an hour. I wonder what we can do in that time.."

41. "Looks like we're stuck here. How about we fool around?"

42. "It's dark enough in here to get away with anything"

43. "How great would it be to have sex on the London Eye?"

44. "Who cares if everyones watching?"

45. "I know the catacombs are spooky, but how about we explore it in our own way?"

46. "I would love to look over the whole of Paris while making love to you."

47. "who knows how long we will be stuck in this lift. Might as well occupy ourselves."

48. "Are you really flashing me? Here, of all places?"

49. "Lets see how much fun we can have in the library without making any sound."

50. "I've always wanted to fuck on a yacht."

#beforetheroadhouse #meme

Well we can have a verse were he fell, the only thing is dean is kind of not all together right now during the canon verse you know with the mark of Cain and everything. Maybe Bill can help him out somehow, help him learn to control the best inside of him. I don't know just an idea.

Fallin’s good with us. =) And he’d be happy to help Dean try to learn control as he can, because yeah, Dean’s a little loose in the screws right now. Especially when it comes to the killing and what not. So fallen and helping Dean works. You wanna set us up? I’m in and out because I’m headed to a Christmas party tongiht.

#markedhunter #marked-hunter

homecomings

"How are you back?" she asks, suspiciously, as she slides the knife along the polished wood floor. "And don’t think that’s the only one under here, buddy. Try anythin’ and I’ll cut somethin’ off ya."

She’s watching him like a cat, hair in her face and eyes stony. She wants to believe him, but how? How is this possible? Was John Winchester wrong? What’s her mom going to think? She and John…well…

They both missed Bill.

"I found a hole that lead to purgatory, and then found my way home from there." His hand reaches and takes the knife carefully as he watches her. Blue eyes only turn away from her when he's shifting to settle the knife along his arm. "I won't hurt ya, Baby Girl."

The blade cuts skin easily, but then his knife was always kept up. He's missed his family. It's why he didn't stay in heaven waiting for them, he pushed to find a way through to get back to them. Ellen, well, he'll just hope that she's happy he's back.

He bleeds freely, the only reaction the wince from the pain of the knife. "You wanna come outta there and we can test holy water in the glasses rimmed with the sliver?"

#jharvelle47 #t: homecoming

homecomings

The flash of blond hair before she slips under her table, and he moves slowly to her table. Part of him hurts that she’s hiding from him, but the hunter in his is proud at the same time. She’s being smart. Even if he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and just hug her again.

"Jo, angel, please come out from under there." He squats a little so be can look under the table at her. He isn’t reaching in to try and grab at her though, instead he’s waiting. Patiently."Please?"

She’s huddled towards the back of the booth, legs tucked up under her chin, but she is savvy. Dean’s been teaching her things, and she’s got her booth well fortified. It’s not something her mother likes, but at least she’s making her father proud.

He is smart to not reach for her. She’s got a knife at the ready. His knife. The only part she had of him once he died. ”Y’know the drill,” she drawls, tiny voice trying to sound tough. ”Silver, Iron, and Holy Water. Only way I’m comin’ out from here without a scrap.”

It shows that she's being cautious, and being safe. And while it can make it hard sometimes, it means she is okay and they won't have to worry too much about her if she bunkers down like she's doing now.

He shifts to sit on the floor as he offers a small smile. Very proud of her. And it shows well. "I'll do th'irkn now if ya'll pass the knife, bit."

#jharvelle47 #t: homecoming

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