Damn right, REO

Intrigued || Damon and Jo

"A little bit of an inflated ego never hurt anyone." Damon smirks, almost winking at the hunter. He somehow stops himself, he’s not sure how she would react to such a move this early in the morning. And considering Jo has let him into her home, and is also a hunter in easy reach of salt, it would be wise for Damon to watch his step.

He blinks at the harsh sound of the oven timer, caffeine still doing its work to wake him up. But at Jo’s request he sets down his mug and passes over the frosting.

"Oh no, I’d love frosting." He replies with a warm smile, still at a loss as to how generous Jo has been…

#paras #intrigued #damon flint #demonsjustwannahavefun

Jo laughed and shook her head; he was incorrigible, but not in a bad way. Honestly, she liked his attitude, the way he chose to see things and seemed to refuse to let the circumstances get him down. "I think I'll leave the inflated ego to you, sweetheart," she teased, borrowing one of his favorite endearments.

She plucked the can of frosting from his hand with a sassy smile, opening it and getting out a knife to spread it over the warm rolls. "That's good, if you hadn't wanted any I would have been forced to put the extra on mine and then I would have to run an extra two miles today to work it off," she replied lightly.

greeneyedsoldier-deactivated201

It's happy hour

Hey Jo.

How are you?

#chats #Dean Winchester #greeneyedsoldier

Walkin' and talkin'... can't really ask for more than that these days.

What about you?

Intrigued || Damon and Jo

Damon matches Jo’s grin, her mood infectious. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he steps forwards and pours coffee into the offered mug. Ignoring the cream and sugar - Damon prefers his coffee black - he turns to lean against the counter, facing Jo. “They’ll be fine, love, thank you.” He smiles, taking a sip at the hot drink clutched in his hand.

Scrubbing a hand over his face Damon lets out a contented sigh as he swallows the almost scolding liquid. He hums softly, smiling at the hunter only a few meters away.

"I did, Jo. Thank you, again." He says, "I don’t think I could ever repay you for all you’ve done."

#paras #intrigued #damon flint #demonsjustwannahavefun

"You really need to stop thanking me, you're going to inflate my ego to the point where it'll never be deflated. I'll be insufferable," she teased, a faint blush covering her cheeks. She was just doing her job, after all, and if it was above and beyond what other hunters did, Damon had Ellen to thank for it. She had never turned away a person in need from the Roadhouse, always willing to offer a bed or food or, more often than not, first aid.

The timer on the oven beeped loudly, bringing Jo from her reverie. She grabbed a hot pad and pulled the tray of cinnamon rolls from the oven. They smelled wonderful, so that was a positive sign.

"Hand me that tin of frosting?" she asked, pointing to it on the counter beside him. "Unless you don't want any on yours."

Monster Mash || Bobby & Jo

bobby-ya-idjit

Bobby was asked for help so often that he became the go to guy, but when he got stuck.. He understood Jo, but she has made the same exact choices as Bobby has made and it has evidently not been the best path to travel on. He didn’t want her to continue like she was and turn into him.

"Look. I of all people understand that asking for help is the last thing you think of or want." He stopped washing and turned to Jo. "But you gotta let me help you, kid."

#paras #monster mash #bobby singer #bobby-ya-idjit

Jo nodded, feeling a bit like a child being scolded by a parent. Oddly enough, it was a welcome and comforting feeling. How long had it been since anyone had cared enough to scold her like that? She tucked her hair behind her ear and took a deep breath, chocolate brown eyes steady as she stared at him.

"I'd like that, Bobby, thank you."

There, that wasn't so hard was it? The world hadn't ended because she admitted she needed help. A small, relieved smile quirked her lips. Maybe now things could finally start getting back to normal.

Instinct || Jo & Jacob

He growled low at her touch, feeling nails on skin. But it was good, and he kissed her harder, his grip on her tightening, reminding her that she was his. The moans that came from her didn’t help Jacob keep much control, the wolf, too, wanting to take her in every way then and there, the female under him and wrapped around him and a part of him.

She was on fire, and he felt every inch of her, shrugging out of his jacket with her assistance, not caring as it hit the cold ground at their feet. He didn’t feel the wind as it blew past them, the shudder that ran through Jacob more from Jo’s touches than any cold weather that happened to be around them. His hands moved down from her hair, along her back and pressed her up against him, moved around her sides to the front of her body, her abdomen and up under her shirt to feel at the soft, untarnished skin beneath.

It was warm and smooth under his rougher, larger hands, and he pushed her shirt out of the way as his hand traveled higher, towards her breast. All the while, he maintained his hungry kiss with Jo, the taste of her fresh and wild on his tongue, no matter how much time passed.

#instinct #jacob bennett #paras #callxofthexwild #I don't know if the readmore is really necessary but better safe than sorry?

She hadn't expected it to be like this, fire simmering under her skin. It was as though she'd been living her life in the dark and he was the sun. Hot, blinding, burning, but oh so wonderful. They'd barely even begun but she could already tell there would be no going back. It was a runaway train and she had no intention of trying to stop it.

Her stomach tightened instinctively when his slid over the skin; the hunter had a vague memory of the scars that should be there, the hounds ripping into her but it was soon gone. Like a puff of smoke, her mind couldn't hold on to it. There was no pain now, only heat and passion. Jo arched her back, aching to have him really touch her. He was taking too long; she grabbed his wrist, sliding his hand up over her breast, a low groan sliding from her throat. Her other hand held the back of his neck, gripping tightly to keep herself upright.

The depth of her passion surprised even her. She was typically so careful to avoid entanglements, preferring her self respect to one night stands. Even when she dated someone (which was rare) it took time for the physical aspect to develop. But Jacob was different. He was a part of her, she belonged to him and to deny this desire was unthinkable.

heartjoharvelle-blog

" My life was good , really . "

Intrigued || Damon and Jo

Demons don’t have to sleep, not like humans do. But they can. And, if he is honest with himself, the various wardings around the house drain him of energy. So he had fallen into bed - and into sleep - gratefully. He stumbles out of bed, woken by the faint rays of sunlight filtering through a gap in the curtains.

Running a hand through his hair he ponders the thought of a shower. Damon does like to keep himself presentable, but he hears soft noises coming from the kitchen. Jo must be up.

He makes his way out, remembering the way to the kitchen with ease. His bare feet pad softly over the floor, and he is greeting with the smell of coffee.

"Morning, sweetheart." He says, smiling.

#damon flint #demonsjustwannahavefun #paras

"Morning," Jo replied, turning to look at him.

She couldn't help but grin at his disheveled appearance, his hair rumpled from sleep. Honestly, it was kind of adorable. "There's coffee and I'm making cinnamon rolls. Don't get too excited, though, they're from a can." She held up the empty package as evidence before tossing it in the garbage can under the sink.

Jo opened the cupboard and pulled down a mug, setting it beside the cream and sugar that were still out next to the coffee pot before leaning back against the counter and returning her attention to her own coffee.

"You sleep alright?"

greeneyedsoldier-deactivated201

It's happy hour

Do you even need to ask?

#chats #Dean Winchester #greeneyedsoldier

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Hey Dean.

joandsamsource

camboycalum-deactivated20190114

spn ladies meme – [1/1] hunters: joanna beth harvelle

I can’t fight. I can’t walk. But I could do something.

annamariehowlett

Jo Harvelle per Episode

↳ “Everybody Loves a Clown” (S02E02)

jofuckingharvelle

My daddy shot your daddy in the head

It's happy hour

insomniumnox

Y’know? As much as Chuck’s books were embarrassing as all hell, and I didn’t envy the guy the headaches — it’d be kinda handy to be able to see what’s comin’. Because right now, all I have is a handful of pieces with the wrong shaped edges and none of them are fitting together…

Mhm — Would you believe I’m a light sleeper? I guess you just learn to tune it out after a while.

And… Thanks.

For the vote of confidence.

#chats #Sam Winchester #insomniumnox

You know, I only ever read one of Chuck's books... and I immediately regretted it. There are some things I really just don't need to know, you know? But yeah, it would be nice to know exactly what was happening and why and where and for how long... Whatever happened to Chuck anyway?

You're welcome. I mean it, too. You guys have overcome worse than this, I have complete faith in you both.

Intrigued || Damon and Jo

"When it comes to this life they’re usually one and the same." Damon replies, smiling. And it’s true, paranoia is an attribute to be proud of in the hunting life. Without it you will die a nasty and horrible death. Damon laughs, "Holy water ice cubes, that’s certainly an intriguing idea, Jo."

He is a little surprised when Jo returns the wink, her own words taking on an almost flirting nature. He doesn’t push it though - as he usually would - instead he just smiles.

Standing up Damon trails after the hunter, taking note of the layout of her apartment. “Thanks, Jo.” He says again, catching her eyes. “Really.”

#intrigued #damon flint #demonsjustwannahavefun #paras

The next morning Jo was up fairly early, something about having a guest making it impossible for her to sleep in. She padded to the kitchen, still wearing her pajama shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, her hair loose and messy down her back. With a yawn, she started coffee then began rifling through the cupboards to see what she had to make for breakfast.

The answer was not much.

Still, she managed to find a tube of bake and serve cinnamon rolls buried in the back of the fridge and got to work making them. It was either that or her usual breakfast - coffee and coffee.

Once she got the cinnamon rolls into the oven, she yawned again, grateful that the aforementioned coffee was ready. Pouring herself a cup, she leaned against the counter, letting the steaming mug of caffeine go to work on waking her up fully.

Instinct || Jo & Jacob

She tasted good, the smell of wood and liquor that Jacob had sensed from the very first moment of meeting her even stronger now that he held her against him. His wolf could feel hers, sense hers, and it wanted to embrace the other even more. To wrap up and protect, to shelter and ensure she was as strong and powerful as could be.

The passion he tasted, the fire he could feel running through him, was something he hadn’t felt in a while, either. It had been ages since he’d been with another wolf. Humans could only do so much; other creatures could only go so far. Those of his kind were a whole other story, a completely different level. There was a connection that lay there that was inexplicable.

The kiss was all tongue and teeth, growls leaving his throat, deeper as Jacob heard his name upon her lips. Felt her breath upon him. He shook his head, silencing her with a deeper, harder kiss, letting the wolf take over, his eyes flashing gold.

Don’t speak, he wanted to say. Don’t question. Hands tangled deeper in her hair, tilting her head back to kiss and bite at her neck, marking her. Making her his.

In more ways than one…

#instinct #jacob bennett #callxofthexwild #paras

Jo whimpered softly, completely caught up in him and the feelings he was awakening in her. Her nails raked down his back, scoring his skin as the kiss grew more carnal. She didn't care that they were out in the open, not far from a popular hiking path. It was late and the likelihood of anyone finding them was slim. And even if someone did stumble on them, they'd never get a chance to say anything.

Her teeth captured his lower lip, tugging him closer and stealing his breath. She let her hands explore his body, familiarizing herself with the way his lean muscles moved beneath his skin. Despite the cold temperature, her body felt as though it was on fire everywhere he touched and kissed her.

When his teeth found her neck, she moaned out loud. On one side of her neck was the healing bite that turned her into the wolf she'd become, on the other, the love bite he'd just given her. Somewhere deep in her mind the hunter muttered something about having to wear a turtleneck the next day.

Of their own volition, her hands began shoving his jacket from his shoulders, seeking to further their contact without the barrier of clothing. There was no stopping now, no turning back, nothing but the two of them and the moonlight.

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'We're the Galdiators'