#cassiejo

[theedeangirl]

When Cassie realised her feelings for the blonde badass hunter ...

and when she realised she had to say goodbye.

for @lesbianjoannaharvelle <3 sorry it took so long and it's a bit sad x

tag list under cut, I’m just starting one so if you want to be on it let me know!

tag list. @november5th @yourfinalbow @charliesfandomlife @proudcasgirl @endvverse @breath-of-snow-and-ashes

[supersapphical]

oooh I would love to read your spin on JoCassie! so if you wanna write a drabble abou them, that would be so amazing <3

JOCASSIE!!! Okay, I wasn't sure exactly where to go with this prompt at first until I realized what Jo and Cassie would both care about so deeply: work and love. So this is a small moment between Jo and Cassie, many many years in the future, after they've made a life together built around their shared passion.

Read on AO3 or under the cut.

"Cassie, you almost done?" Jo pokes her head into Cassie's office.

"Yeah, almost, almost," Cassie says. She's sitting at her desk, crouching over several stacks of paper with hundreds of streams of numbers across them. "Five more minutes."

"Your five minutes will turn into an hour," Jo laughs.

"Fine," Cassie sighs and pushes the piles away from her. Her back pops as she straightens up. "Oof, I'm getting too old for this."

"Pouring through some scumbag politician's financial records is a young man's game," Jo smiles at her and moves to rub Cassie's back. Cassie groans and leans into it, her shoulders relaxing as Jo's strong hands quickly work some of the tension out of her back.

"We need to hit the farmers market quick, I need to leave for Tupelo by 3."

"Tupelo, what's in Tupelo?"

"A rugaru," Jo says.

"A rugaru in tupelo?"

"No, but that would be really funny, wouldn't it?"

Cassie sighs, pretending to be too tired to laugh at Jo's silly joke.

"Just a newbie hunter out there," Jo continues, bringing her elbow up to put more pressure on the center of Cassie's back. "Garth wanted me to check in with them. It should be an easy salt and burn but he says it's taking them a bit too long to figure out what's keeping the spirit here."

"Do you think he'll ever retire and get his nose out of everybody else's business?" Cassie says, unable to keep the fondness out of her voice.

"Garth? Never," Jo says. "You know he's probably saying the same thing about us."

"Hey, I'm a reporter," Cassie says. "All self respecting reporters work until they drop dead at their desks."

"Yeah, and all hunters drink themselves to death by 40 but I don't drink so I guess I need a new plan," Jo says.

"But that plan won't be retirement."

"Absolutely not."

Cassie sighs again and rolls her shoulders.

"You're going to have to promise me you won't get so wrapped up in your work while I'm gone that you let all the produce we're about to buy go bad in the fridge," Jo says as she moves her fingers to deftly work the tight points in Cassie's neck.

"Oh so you can abandon all the food here while you go running of on a hunt but if I forget it then I'm the irresponsible one?"

"Yup," Jo says happily.

"Why don't we just skip the farmers market this week?"

"Because if we buy the food, you have to make the food," Jo says, a smile in her voice. "If we don't buy the food then you'll just order takeout the whole time and I'll come home to a wife who won't let either of us sleep because of her terrible indigestion."

"I won't get—" Cassie starts to say but she cuts herself off. Jo knows her too well.

Eventually, Jo's hands drop from her neck, giving her one final comforting squeeze before falling away. Cassie stands up and turns to look at the other woman. She stares at Jo, her partner of two and a half decades now, her sight tracing the laugh lines around Jo's eyes and the shining locks of gray hair framing face.

"Ready to get to work?" Jo asks her.

"Always," Cassie says.

[caswlw]

cassie becoming a hunter for the sake of her daughter’s safety post s3 ep. cassie then keeping up w it in the year between s5 and 6 when dean is living with them full time. cassie taking up hunting More to get her mind off dean’s “death” between s7 and 8 and running into jo harvelle. jo and cassie are like oh wait aren’t u her? and it’s like how haven’t we met already! and they hit it off. dean comes back from his super gay purgatory year to cassie and jo dating and he’s like yk what. i have no room to talk

also cannot stop thinking about jo and cassie one night late at the bar, ellen’s watching the kid bc they need a Break and sam’s off fucking the military wife and jo being like yeahhh dean never really liked me like that but. idk. and cassie’s sitting there like i know he fucked ash on that pool table

[caswlw]

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The flight wasn’t taking off for another few hours- at least.  Maybe it was something about not being in control, or whatever rant Dean was going on that one time- but Jo wasn’t fond of flying.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket and Jo immediately answered.  “Babe, it’s gonna be a while.  You’ll have to tuck her in without me.”  Jo knew Aubrey was old enough to do it herself, but it was nice to have that simple nighttime routine.

“Aw.  Well maybe you’ll be home in time to tuck me in,” Cassie joked.

Jo blushed.  “I’m in an airport!”

“And am I on speaker?”  Jo scoffed as she heard Cassie laugh on the other end.  “I didn’t think so.”

“Well with a proposition like that, how am I supposed to get through this flight?”

Cassie hummed, and Jo could just picture the look on her face.  “I dunno, maybe ask one of the attendants for a drink to make it through.”

“As if we don’t have enough of that at home,” Jo said, remembering that she also had to open the bar tomorrow.  “God this red-eye is going to kill me.”

“Hey, you’re not allowed to leave me- especially not on a plane, I don’t think Dean would ever forgive me if I let his sister go on a trip and never come back.”

Jo sighed into the speaker.  “I think his fear of flying is rubbing off on me.”  

“You two are similar enough as it is-”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing.  Anyway, Aubrey’s calling me over- probably to the telescope again.”  Jo smiled.  The telescope was a gift for the girl’s birthday a few months ago, and she hadn’t missed a single day in checking the sky each night.

“Tell her I’m watching the moon with her, okay?”

“I will.  Come home safe.”  

“Of course.  I’m just waiting to get back to you,” Jo said, the weight in her voice matching her fiancée’s.  Hanging up, Jo cast her eyes to the large glass windows of the airport.  I’m watching the moon for you, kid.