William Anthony Harvelle

William Anthony Harvelle.

[ahunterreborneh]

<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?-

[alwaysahunter]

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.

[roadhousehunterwill]

It seemed to him, that years had passed within the flash of an moment. He could barely remember heaven, he remembers the Roadhouse, of seeing Ellen there, with little Jo, welcoming him home from the dangerous hunt with John Winchester. A hunt that he remembers vividly, every tear into his body by the hell Spawn, and begging John to end his life, before he turned into one of the monsters they hunted. Did he survive?

He barely had time to enjoy even then breath of his own heaven when he felt something grab him, and pull him down, so violently and fast, it felt like he was about to explode from the inside out. Then he was on the ground, fighting for his breath, cold and confused. He heard the birds up in the sky, screeching because he had disturbed them, he heard scattering hoof steps as deer scattered away from the scene.

He rolled on to his side and lay there for a long while, catching his breath, feeling the crisp air breeze through his hair, listening to the sound of his own heartbeat, and he knew he was alive. He pushed himself to his feet and looked around, he was in the middle of the forest, but around where he landed, the trees had been knocked down. His clothes were still torn from the attack, but there was no blood, no gapping wounds, just nothing but he knew he had been torn apart. He began to talk through the forest, his mind trying to process what was happening, spinning off in different directions and he continued to walk, thinking to himself he was bound to come upon some sort of road or high way sooner or later.

[roadhousehunterwill]

Journal Entry — William Anthony Harvelle (Undated. Ink shaky. Pages smeared with dirt and dried blood.)

I don’t know what day it is. Don’t know how long it’s been since everything went dark. But I’m writing because the silence in my head is too loud, and the air feels wrong—too sharp, too cold, too alive.

I remember dying. Not in the vague, shadowy way a near-death story goes, but in full color. The Hellspawn—teeth like cracked obsidian, eyes burning with something older than hate—hit me hard enough that I felt my ribs give. I remember John yelling for me to move, his boots scraping gravel, the scent of gun oil and sulfur mixing in the air. I remember trusting him.

And then I remember the moment I shouldn’t have. The moment where everything slowed down. The creature lunged at John, and he fired—too fast, too wide, too damn reckless. I saw the muzzle flash before I felt the pain. His bullet hit the wrong target. Hit me.

The Hellspawn finished the job.

I should’ve stayed dead. I did stay dead. There’s nothing but cold on the other side, for what felt like an eternity. No light. No sound. Just waiting for something that never came.

Then—something pulled me back. Not warm, not gentle. More like a hook in the spine yanking me upright. I woke up gasping like I’d surfaced from under ice. My chest was whole again. My blood where it belonged. My heart beating like it remembered how out of spite.

I don’t know what brought me back. Angel? Demon? Something worse? All I know is I’m here. Breathing. And with every breath, I remember the way John looked at me right before that shot—panic, desperation, and maybe… guilt already settling in behind his eyes.

I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do now. Ellen and Jo deserve the truth, but how the hell do I walk into the Roadhouse and say, “Hey, surprise, I’m not dead anymore”?

And John… God help him if he tries to spin it. But a part of me wonders if he’s already carrying enough ghosts without adding my name to the pile.

Still. He killed me. Intentional or not. And something out there wanted me back.

I don’t know what that means yet. But I intend to find out.

— W.A.H.

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[roadhousehunterwill]

@barmaidhunter the father and daughter are back

[roadhousehunterwill]

Never give up on us  @harvellereborn

[roadhousehunterwill]

The Harvelles. These two really are my world. 

@harvellereborn @novicehuntress

[novicehuntress]

Love you too, dad! ❤️

[roadhousehunterwill]

Love you too my sweet angel 

[roadhousehunterwill]

The Harvelles. These two really are my world. 

@harvellereborn @novicehuntress

[roadhousehunterwill]

To my wife the woman who makes life worth living. I love you, happy Valentine's day baby @harvellereborn

[harvellereborn]

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Love you Always!! 💕❤️

[roadhousehunterwill]

Not as much as I love you Ellen you are everything to me.

[roadhousehunterwill]

To my wife the woman who makes life worth living. I love you, happy Valentine's day baby @harvellereborn

[horrorshub]

The Shining (1980) dir. Stanley Kubrick

[coolmomdean]

he was pre-law

[roadhousehunterwill]

Bill smiled at Ellen, he too was still getting use to being back again and being with his family again.

“You know me too well honey. Grab a glass and have a drink with with,” he lifted the bottle in his hand and gave it a little shake. They always promised each other that they would keep nothing from each other, it was the way it has always been since they married. When she sat at the table with him he poured her a drink and retouched his own. “I miss it Ellen, I miss the hunt,” he took a sip of his drink and twirled the glass between his hands “And yet I am scared to go back out there again and maybe not come back again,” he turned his gaze to hers. That was one thing about his relationship with her, he could talk to her, she was the only one who saw into him completely. “Did you just jump back into the hunting when you came back,” he knew of what happened to her and Jo ten years ago, Jo had told him of it and he and Ellen never really talked about it either, about what really happened in that hardware store and if she remembered anything after “I built up this file for that young hunter Rikki, he seems capable and yet I think I want to keep it for us, I want to partner up with my old partner again,” he nudges her shoulder with his “That is, if she is wanting to partner up with her old man again?” @harvellereborn

[harvellereborn]

-I was lying on my side and slowly began opening my eyes. I turned around and noticed that Bill was out of bed. I knew that we were all having a hard time with things lately.

I had no idea how much pain Bill was going through. I slipped out of bed and put one of Bill’s shirts on. If I knew my husband, I knew where he was sulking.

I walked out of the bedroom and walked downstairs to where the bar was. I watched and saw that he was deeply in his thoughts. I approached the table and sat in one of the empty seats. -

You want to go hunting?

-I try not to think about the time when Jo and I had died. It’s not something that I like talking about. It wasn’t easy for both of us. -

You know our daughter. She has always been involved in this kind of business. I would love to go with you. What are we hunting?

-I took the file from you and started to read through it.-

[roadhousehunterwill]

Bill watched his wife go through the file he had made for the young hunter and he rested his hand on back and rubbed her back gently and looked at the file he had been working on. He was nervous yet excited about going on a hunt yet terrified although he wouldn’t admit this to anyone. 

“A zombie,” he told Ellen and watched her express change to surprise “I’m not pulling your leg, honest,” he held up his hands in surrender and took out a newspaper article from the file “In Pierre South Dakota, there was a young woman who committed suicided after her boyfriend ran around her and her marks went down the toilet,” he handed Ellen the article and lay his chin on her shoulder while she read the article. It was amazing that he was back home with her again although he remembered nothing about what happened to him after his death, “Now there have been several reports from people in that college community that state they saw the young woman Amanda Harold, walking around the campus in a sort of stunt state. Police are telling the papers that it wasn’t Amanda, that it was either college kids pulling pranks and getting someone to dress up like Amanda and haunt the campus, or it is just some kid who looks like her,” He picked up the bottle of Whiskey and poured her a glass, putting the bottle down he waited for her to read over the file before he spoke “You think it is something worth checking into?”

[harvellereborn]

- I looked over at you and nodded my head in agreement.-

I believe it is worth checking out. Does this mean we’re leaving for a couple of days?

- I asked. I had to get things ready and we had to tell Jo that we were leaving for a few days. I didn’t want to leave her alone, but I also knew she was going to be okay. -

We’ll have to text Jo and tell her what’s happening. If she can keep an eye on this place while we’re gone. Maybe we should keep it locked until we get back. What do you think?

[roadhousehunterwill]

Bill looked at Ellen and he nodded “I think Jo can handle running the Roadhouse for a couple days,” he pulled her down to sit on his lap and he wrapped his arms around her waist and looked at the file she was still reading over “Course you know our daughter, she will want to come with us on this,” Bill shrugged because he wasn’t sure how to feel about their daughter hunting and yet she was old enough “I think we can handle this one on our own, and Jo can run things, that is if she isn’t out there running after her own case,” Bill was anxious to go and he trusted Ellen with his life. She always had his back and was one sharp and prepared hunter. He gave her a fast kiss “Alright, we can start to make preparations to go in the morning? Sound like a plan?”

He nodded his head at her suggestion that they text Jo to let her know what was going on.

“I think it’s a good idea, that we text her,” Bill looked the case over again and he scrubbed his cheek “Imagine that, zombies. I never really thought that they actually existed,” he was a hunter use to all sorts of creatures but zombies, that was just something that was very Hollywood.

[harvellereborn]

- I loved it when you put me on your lap. I was listening to you and reading what was in front of me at the same time.

I nodded at the things Bill said about our daughter. I also knew that Jo was smart enough to know how much time we needed to be alone. -

Jo will understand that she can’t go with us and that we’re old enough to hunt by ourselves.

-I paused a minute.-

After all, she goes hunting alone and sometimes with whoever she is with. I believe she’ll be fine.

-I stood up and turned to look at you.-

You can send her a text and get things organized around here. I’ll get our things ready and packed.

[roadhousehunterwill]

Bill listened to his wife speak about Jo and he nodded sadly. She would know more about Jo, she raised Jo and did an amazing job. He smiled at his wife as she got off his lap.

“I’ll send her off a text and tell her we’re going and if she can look out for the Roadhouse for a few days and if she can’t we can have Louise and her Husband run things, they seem pretty reliable,” he grabbed his phone and immediately called up the text screen sending Jo off a text. He looked at Ellen and with a smirk he slapped her ass just as she was going to walk out of the room. “Still the sexiest woman in the in the world,” he told her and no matter what happened he would always be in love with Ellen. He got up from the chair and he started to make some calls and then he went to the back room to check on their weapons they had locked in a storage room beside the pantry. He flicked on the light and looked at the collection of weapons that Ellen had collected over the last year that she and Jo have been back and she had a pretty fine collection of rifles, shot guns, hand guns, knifes and blades as well as ingredients for spells and other weapons for monsters. 

[roadhousehunterwill]

Bill smiled at Ellen, he too was still getting use to being back again and being with his family again.

“You know me too well honey. Grab a glass and have a drink with with,” he lifted the bottle in his hand and gave it a little shake. They always promised each other that they would keep nothing from each other, it was the way it has always been since they married. When she sat at the table with him he poured her a drink and retouched his own. “I miss it Ellen, I miss the hunt,” he took a sip of his drink and twirled the glass between his hands “And yet I am scared to go back out there again and maybe not come back again,” he turned his gaze to hers. That was one thing about his relationship with her, he could talk to her, she was the only one who saw into him completely. “Did you just jump back into the hunting when you came back,” he knew of what happened to her and Jo ten years ago, Jo had told him of it and he and Ellen never really talked about it either, about what really happened in that hardware store and if she remembered anything after “I built up this file for that young hunter Rikki, he seems capable and yet I think I want to keep it for us, I want to partner up with my old partner again,” he nudges her shoulder with his “That is, if she is wanting to partner up with her old man again?” @harvellereborn

[harvellereborn]

-I was lying on my side and slowly began opening my eyes. I turned around and noticed that Bill was out of bed. I knew that we were all having a hard time with things lately.

I had no idea how much pain Bill was going through. I slipped out of bed and put one of Bill’s shirts on. If I knew my husband, I knew where he was sulking.

I walked out of the bedroom and walked downstairs to where the bar was. I watched and saw that he was deeply in his thoughts. I approached the table and sat in one of the empty seats. -

You want to go hunting?

-I try not to think about the time when Jo and I had died. It’s not something that I like talking about. It wasn’t easy for both of us. -

You know our daughter. She has always been involved in this kind of business. I would love to go with you. What are we hunting?

-I took the file from you and started to read through it.-

[roadhousehunterwill]

Bill watched his wife go through the file he had made for the young hunter and he rested his hand on back and rubbed her back gently and looked at the file he had been working on. He was nervous yet excited about going on a hunt yet terrified although he wouldn’t admit this to anyone. 

“A zombie,” he told Ellen and watched her express change to surprise “I’m not pulling your leg, honest,” he held up his hands in surrender and took out a newspaper article from the file “In Pierre South Dakota, there was a young woman who committed suicided after her boyfriend ran around her and her marks went down the toilet,” he handed Ellen the article and lay his chin on her shoulder while she read the article. It was amazing that he was back home with her again although he remembered nothing about what happened to him after his death, “Now there have been several reports from people in that college community that state they saw the young woman Amanda Harold, walking around the campus in a sort of stunt state. Police are telling the papers that it wasn’t Amanda, that it was either college kids pulling pranks and getting someone to dress up like Amanda and haunt the campus, or it is just some kid who looks like her,” He picked up the bottle of Whiskey and poured her a glass, putting the bottle down he waited for her to read over the file before he spoke “You think it is something worth checking into?”

[harvellereborn]

- I looked over at you and nodded my head in agreement.-

I believe it is worth checking out. Does this mean we’re leaving for a couple of days?

- I asked. I had to get things ready and we had to tell Jo that we were leaving for a few days. I didn’t want to leave her alone, but I also knew she was going to be okay. -

We’ll have to text Jo and tell her what’s happening. If she can keep an eye on this place while we’re gone. Maybe we should keep it locked until we get back. What do you think?

[roadhousehunterwill]

Bill looked at Ellen and he nodded “I think Jo can handle running the Roadhouse for a couple days,” he pulled her down to sit on his lap and he wrapped his arms around her waist and looked at the file she was still reading over “Course you know our daughter, she will want to come with us on this,” Bill shrugged because he wasn’t sure how to feel about their daughter hunting and yet she was old enough “I think we can handle this one on our own, and Jo can run things, that is if she isn’t out there running after her own case,” Bill was anxious to go and he trusted Ellen with his life. She always had his back and was one sharp and prepared hunter. He gave her a fast kiss “Alright, we can start to make preparations to go in the morning? Sound like a plan?”

He nodded his head at her suggestion that they text Jo to let her know what was going on.

“I think it’s a good idea, that we text her,” Bill looked the case over again and he scrubbed his cheek “Imagine that, zombies. I never really thought that they actually existed,” he was a hunter use to all sorts of creatures but zombies, that was just something that was very Hollywood.

[roadhousehunterwill]

How lucky I am, to have been blessed with these two women in my life. First the woman I fell in love with the moment I saw her, I never believed in love at first sight, always thought it was just a joke for fools and then I met Ellen and she made me a believer and then we have been blessed with our angel, our daughter Joanna Beth, we created her and she has both our stubborness and fierce independence and so I have to say I am very fortune to have my family my world with me wherever I go and whatever we may do. We have each other. Always @harvellereborn @novicehuntress

[roadhousehunterwill]

Bill had his car parked in the carport beside the Roadhouse and the hood up, with his tool box sitting beside the car, he checked over every inch of the engine and he was at a loss. There wasn’t anything mechanical wrong with the car and yet it had come to life just the other day when he and Jo were going on that hunt for a demon in a teenager’s body. Jo wanted to push ahead and hunt down the demon, she really believed that the demon had something to do with his car having a mind of its own and the disappearance of the group of people at the picnic area, which was where Bill and Jo had been when everything happened, but Bill didn’t want to rush head on into something they had no idea what they were dealing with. He insisted they head back to the Roadhouse and regroup, calm down and ground themselves  try and get some research done, see if there was anything on the police wire or the newspapers about the disappearance of that group of people. To rush head on and try and confront that demon might get them both killed. It was better they regroup and Bill would feel better heading out again if he knew what they were dealing with. He’d been blindsided once before and it lead to his death, it wasn’t going happen again, not when his kid was involved. He looked towards the Roadhouse, expecting Jo to come out and check up on him, she had been staying with them more now because Dean was out on the road hunting long weeks and the bunker had gotten lonely for her.

@novicehuntress

[novicehuntress]

Jo was in her room, resting after the long drive. She’d called Dean shortly after arriving back at the roadhouse, and had asked him to put out some feelers and see what he could find out about the demon they were hunting and the way the people who were missing. He promised to help out, and would call later that day. Once she was off the phone, she headed outside to find Bill, who she knew was working on the car. “Hey, dad. How are things going? Did you find anything?”

[roadhousehunterwill]

Bill pulled himself out from under the car and he stood up. “Nothing is wrong with the car, so I’m thinking maybe a spirit might have started the car up when we were at the picnic area,” he used a rag and wiped his hands “so we have a demon possessing a teenager and lightning fires and looks like we got a spirit that might have killed those people at the picnic area,” he leaned back against the car “you ever hear of a demon without a vessel able to start up cars?”

[novicehuntress]

“No, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t possible. I asked Dean to give us a hand sending some feelers out. Between us, we have a lot of connections and should be able to find something.” She knew Dean was a sore subject with Bill, but this was on a professional level, and not just a personal one.

[roadhousehunterwill]

Bill looked at her and nodded “well he can help research or get info, that I don’t mind,” he was trying to accept that Dean was going to be a part of his daughter’s life whether he liked it or not. “But the case is mine, I don’t like any other hunters sticking thier noses into my business, no matter how experienced they are,” he looked at her “with the exception of you and your mother,” he stuck the rag into the back pocket of his jeans “hopefully we can find something out before we head back out,”

[novicehuntress]

“Dean is the same way. He won’t interfere unless specifically asked by one of us. Since you and I are both too stubborn to ask for help, it’s unlikely that will be happening any time soon.” She knew her dad was having a hard time adjusting to the idea of a Winchester in the family. Jo and Dean had no plans to marry at the moment, but they were together all the time, and were practically married already.

[roadhousehunterwill]

“Well who says I’m stubborn,” Bill remarked and a smile twitched along his lips. He looked towards the Roadhouse, “I did some digging on line, the newspapers and such and there has been no mention of the murders, those people at the park area are just listened as missing and that teenager possessed by the demon, she actually escaped the jail this morning,” Bill slammed the hood of the car down “A couple of injuries to the cops, the news wire said but you know that is bull. I think the cops at the station are probably dead,”

[novicehuntress]

“Where do you think I get it from,” she retorted. Both her parents were stubborn, and Jo inherited that stubborn streak twofold. “I’m not surprised. You know how the authorities like to cover up things they can’t explain. It puts their power into question and makes people think about things the authorities would rather they didn’t.”

[roadhousehunterwill]

Bill walked into the Roadhouse followed by his daughter and he headed to the kitchen in the back and standing at the sink he washed his hands and saw Jo standing in the door way of the Kitchen. He grabbed a dish towel and dried his hands “I’m not sure if the demon has something to do with the murders at the park but I think we need to head into that town and try and find that possessed teenager,” Truth be told he wasn’t sure if the girl was possessed or was it really Carrie situation and what happened at that park, it was just a separate incident a different case.

[novicehuntress]

“I guess we should do some digging and see if the two events are connected. If they are, it would be helpful to know that so we can establish a strategy.” Jo wasn’t one hundred percent sure about any of this, but she did think the timing was rather odd.

[roadhousehunterwill]

“I think the best way to do research is to actually going to that town in Connecticut and see what we can dig up. Interviews can dig up things the papers don’t have,” he walked into the Roadhouse and went behind the bar “maybe you should stay here with your mom,”

[novicehuntress]

“No way.” She shook her head emphatically. “I’m not sending you into who knows what without back up. Something could happen. We both know that. Mom will be pissed if we both go, but she’ll be even more upset if you go alone and we end up losing you again.”

[roadhousehunterwill]

“Boy you sure won’t let me protect you, will you,” he poured them both a drink and put the bottle back on the shelf. “And your mom will kill me, if anything happens to you. She damn near tore me a new one when you were seven and you fell off the swings, cracked your lip open you needed stitches,” he swallowed back his drink. Things sure were simpler than.

[novicehuntress]

“That couldn’t have been your fault. I probably jumped or fell off because I was getting careless. We can protect each other. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work when you’re hunting with someone?”

[roadhousehunterwill]

“When did you get to be so damn grown up?” He asked with a note of laughter. “Yeah well I think your mom was just a little over protective, you are our only chick so we have to keep you incubated,” he had to be funny or tried to be funny. He pushed the glass towards her and took a sip of his own drink. “All right you can be my partner in this, you started it with me might as well end it with me right but if we get our hands too full we’ll call your mom for backup, then maybe we will bring Dean aboard, but I think in the end the three of us can deal with this if need to be,” he really didn’t want Dean involved in this case just yet. He was stubborn and independent and wanted to handle things with his family.

[novicehuntress]

“Fair enough.” Jo ignored his comment about her being incubated. She had the argument with Ellen so many times before it wasn’t funny. She didn’t want to get in argument with her dad. Not when they were getting along and he had so recently come back. She wanted to be able to enjoy her time with him. If there was one thing this life had taught her, it was that nothing lasted forever.

[roadhousehunterwill]

Bill saw the pinched expression on her face and knew that she wasn’t pleased with his joke about being incubated, but she had no idea how much she meant to him and Ellen, how they would lay their lives on the line to save her if they had to. He finished off his drink and pointed to hers “If’ you’re not going to finish that I will,” he told her, still pointing a finger at her drink that she seemed to be ignoring. They were getting along for once since his return and not stubbornly butting heads together, especially when it came to the subject of one person. 

     “All right we will leave straight away, I have my stuff in the car already,”

[novicehuntress]

“What?” She glanced down at her mostly untouched drink. “Yeah. Sure.” She slid the glass toward Bill. “I can grab my stuff and be ready to go. I tossed it behind the bar when we got back. I can grab it while you finish the drink.”

[roadhousehunterwill]

Bill looked at the drink he had poured her and then at her. He was nervous and tried not to show it, he hasn’t been hunting very much since his return and he still felt rusty and uncertain. “Maybe I shouldn’t,” he picked up the shot glass and poured the whiskey down the drain,” he didn’t need to have his head in the drunken clouds on this one. “All right I’ll meet you out front, we’ll take the General, he seems to lost his hic-up now,” he grabbed his keys and started for the door.

[novicehuntress]

“I’m right behind you.” Jo had grabbed her bag from behind the bar while they’d been talking. Now, she had it slung over her shoulder as she came from around the bar and followed Bill out the door. There were still a few hours of daylight left, so they should be able to make some decent progress that day.

[roadhousehunterwill]

Bill had his duffle bag already, it was packed in the back seat of the General and when she followed him out the door, he locked up and they headed towards the Charger and Bill took the bag from Jo and shoved it in the backseat of the General and he walked over to the trunk. He opened the trunk and checked out their weapons in the hidden false bottom of the trunk “I think we got everything we need for this, I say we head into this town where this teenage demon child had made her escape and investigate, see what we can find out from the locals and the authorities,”

[textsfromthe-impala]

[roadhousehunterwill]

“I love you come hell or high water, I wouldn’t be me without you,” @harvellereborn