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Marry me Mikey

This had been the fifth time in a week that they’d ended up arguing. The first through the fourth it had been about Michael’s work ethic, how he’d never seem to be there when Jo needed him the most — a constant problem he’d had in Heaven, as well; and the fifth time had been about Michael forgetting their anniversary.

Supposedly.

He hadn’t actually forgotten, but, fearless leader of the formidable Heavenly Host be damned, he was nervous. He’d planned this for about a year now, and it was just his luck that everything would fall to shit right before his plan could come to fruition…“Michael!” and Jo’s snapping her fingers in front of his face, calling him back to attention. He furrows his brows at her, but says nothing. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes.”

The petite blonde rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest and shoving past him. “Yeah? And why don’t I believe that?” she mutters, and Michael manages to reach for her arm just before she’s completely past him. That only further enrages her, causing her to wheel around and glare at him, eyes blazing.

Michael wants to think of something, anything to say to rectify this, his own sky blue eyes searching Jo’s for a hint of understanding, and in a split second decision, he decides to go for it, before he makes things any worse. Which is pretty inevitable, by this point.

And so he drops to one knee.

Jo’s eyes widen and he sees them glistening with unshed tears before he’s even spoken a word. So he breathes deeply, taking the ring box out of his pocket and opens it before taking Jo’s hand in his again. “I didn’t forget,” he begins softly, shyly. “I just didn’t know how to do this.”There’s a long pause and tears are rolling down Jo’s cheeks now as she bites her wobbling lip to hide a smile. The notion causes Michael to smile, too, and suddenly encouraged, he presses on. “Jo, I… I love you. More than the sun and the stars and the moon, more than Heaven itself. And I truly have no intentions of upsetting you; I only wish to make you happy. Always.“And so, if you’ll— if you’ll marry me,” Damn his stuttering; he could give an inspiring prebellum speech to thousands of angels, but couldn’t tell one woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. “I promise to do that, no matter what the cost may be.”

And when he heard Jo answer, a whispered, nearly imperceptible yes, Michael knew that he’d have no problem keeping his promise, this time around.

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Is it just me or do I sense more estrogen in Big Fork?

...it might just be me.  Goddamn hormones.

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Dream a Little Dream of Me | Jo and Lucifer

Just when everything seemed to be getting better.  Just when everything that was impossible was finding some way to work itself out.  Jo wanted to scream at the top of her lungs that it wasn't fair! but she wasn't ten and this had been her life for years.  This is the life that she chose and feeling sorry for herself wasn't exactly working out for her lately.  It was why she'd gotten into that nasty fight with Dean at the house, whether some of her points were valid or not, it was why she locked herself up in her motel room, avoiding his brother and his father.  And just when the little pregnant blonde thought she'd unstuck herself from the miserable place she'd been in--at least talking to John and Sam, no matter to what ends and working things out with Dean--he was gone.  Maybe it was all in her head.  Every part of her seared with rage and wanted to blame Sam, did blame him right to his face and violently, but she knew deep down that if Dean wanted to leave then he'd tell Sam and leave her out of it.  So was that it?  His brother was trying to save her the pain of knowing her boyfriend had simply left her?  The more she thought about it the more it sounded like him and with that thought, she flopped down onto her bed with every kind of exhaustion.

She couldn't even cry.  There just wasn't anything left to give, no tears or even the energy to crumble into a million pieces and suddenly it was like the huntress couldn't catch her breath and was choking and heaving on sobs that wouldn't come.  She'd been very wrong about one thing; before she'd had Dean, even if only a sliver of him but now she was alone.  Whether or not he left her intentionally or not, it didn't change her circumstances.  Somehow she always ended up here.  Standing on her own two feet with no one to hold onto and one reason to keep it all together, however she could.  What she wouldn't give to have something to hold onto right now, something grounded and willing to grip her back hard enough so that she wouldn't fall right into the abyss.  It was secret wishes and fears and worries troubling her mind and exhausting her body as her lids fluttered closed and Jo felt her reality shift and morph into something else entirely.  Suddenly, there was energy pumping through her veins as she blinked her eyes open, the bright yellow light shining through her motel room window like a beacon.  Her brow furrowed in confusion and curiousity as she climbed out of bed and felt her feet taking her one step and then another and so on and so forth in that direction.  The blonde wasn't in complete control of where she was going but she wasn't fighting it either and looked down to see the silvers vines crawl up her feet and incase them in some kind of sandal.

They were warm and shoes were good for walking outside on the pavement or gravel so any fear of the strange occurrence never entered her goal-oriented mind.  There was something calling out to her and it was important; nothing would stop her from walking right into it and finding the source.  This...this could fix things, this would make things better again.  They were like mantras in her mind until Jo realized that it wasn't thoughts at all, she was saying this all out loud as her surroundings slowly started to disappear as they were enveloped into the warm light.  She felt like her body was being healed from the inside out; relaxed, calm, safe, a nurturing place for her child to grow.  And then there was a figure with his back turned; a shadow in the valley of light.  Tall, broad, with long legs and large hands hanging by his narrow hips.  The brightness caught his hair as she closed the distance between them and it gleamed with golden highlights.  His head turned and she could just make out his profile, "...Dean?"

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Knock Three Times | Jo and Jessica

It just didn't stop.  If coming back from the dead, having visions and memories resurfacing, and coming into contact with friends of the past, angels and demons who tried to kill you, then getting pregnant when you didn't have any family or many close friends left just pushed Jo over the cliff.  She hadn't freaked out as badly as expected or done anything stupid so far but the sickness and exhaustion was making her incapable of doing much of anything lately.  Dean was coming to her room more often the not with food and things to keep her occupied in her room so she wouldn't go roaming about the town out of boredom because it was "dangerous now".  The fact was, it had always been dangerous but now the blonde and Dean too had another life to consider so she was trying to control her more reckless impulses.

He hadn't come by today yet and it was after noon and she was hungry so she sent a text his way and waited for a response.  It was unlike him and while it wasn't like Jo was mad or anything, she just didn't want to leave to get something to eat when he finally showed up to have a complete panic attack over the fact that she wasn't there.  Slipping her keys and wallet into her back pocket, the blonde threw her hair into a messy bun and wore a baggy t-shirt and jean shorts since everything in her wardrobe was getting just a tad tight to wear comfortably, especially with her queasy stomach.  Other guests of the motel, some she'd seen before and some new were exiting their rooms with smiles or scowls as the huntress walked down the hall a few doors down and knocked casually.  The room was only so big and unless someone was in the shower or out, it was easy to hear so she knocked again after a few silent beats.

The second time there was a huff in her voice and a tap to her foot, as the pregnant and impatient Jo sat on her hip and waited for it to open.  This wasn't like them, especially since the "hey, I'm having a baby" was out in the open.  They coddled and hovered over her usually and now she was practically being ignored.  An irritable stomach and just nauseating morning which was a regular occurrence lately didn't help her patience or understanding and she knocked a bit harder and held back the urge to yell threateningly through the door, if not because it might work then because she could at least get some frustration out.  Coffee was the only thing in her system and she needed sustenance.  With a roll of her eyes as the huntress tilted back her head, the door unlocked and squeaked open but not entirely which had her looking curiously and ready to unleash her rage at the culprit. 

Blonde curls and a pretty face made her eyes narrow in shock and confusion before she asked, "What the...--"  It didn't make any sense as to why a girl would be opening the door to Sam and Dean's room since Sam was practically abstinent and Dean was with--unless...  Jo licked her lips in angry suspicion and told herself not to overreact without more information, "I'm looking for Sam or Dean.  Are they in there?"  If they were, especially Dean, then he should just pray that his balls were still attached by the time she left.

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The Things You Know... | Dean and Jo

It had been days.  Again.  Only she didn't know how many this time because it was her damn fault in the first place.  Dean hadn't been fighting her too hard on it but he'd made it known a few times that he'd like her company and she'd made up some excuse about plans with Ash or more reading that needed to get done on the aethyr information she'd collected in Billings.   For once, the awkwardness was more powerful then both their libidos and all because she couldn't muster up the courage to walk a few doors down and knock to explain that it was the afterglow talking; "You fucked me crazy, Dean.  I wasn't making any goddamn sense, so really, it's all your fault."  They could laugh it off, probably fight about who's actual fault it was until they tumbled back into bed where everything was simple again.  So why was she alone in her room late at night again when there was a perfectly willing male to satisfy her every need in close range?  With a deep sigh, the defeated blonde slipped under the covers and gave into the sleep that had been hard to come by for the past few lonely nights since she'd slept on the couch. 

Jo had woken up to find him gone like she suspected and while it was easier to handle without the shock or expectation, it had only given her more reason to believe that he was spooked.  She'd spent the next few days distracting herself with as many errands as possible and surrounding herself with anyone other then Dean.  The thoughts and recent memories flitted about in her mind until they dulled and shifted into something else.  Jo had a task.  A task that had been appointed to her, specifically, but one she didn't want to go through with.  The cool breeze and midnight blue sky with flickering stars over head as they sat on the impala, Jo heard herself say, You carry all kinds of crap you don't have to, Dean.  And then more... It kinda gets clearer when you're dead--but she wasn't--hadn't been--  Only when she looked at his face as it betrayed the pain stirring beneath that had confused her, it shifted into some other version of him, in another place where he didn't stay quiet at all; I am 90%... crap.  I get rid of that, what then?  Her voice sounded eery and withdrawn, her face pale and eyes dark and without an ounce of life in them; You really want to die not knowing? 

There was a stove and a window that she needed to open to let the breeze wash away the salt ring around his feet; You know I'd never do this.  His conflicted green eyes stayed on her absent brown ones to console and show his understanding; I know.  It's okay.  No, it wasn't okay and she needed him to know that you deserve better--his gruff voice cut her off before she could explain, make him understand, it's not your fault, it wasn't on you--No, you did.  You deserved better, Jo.  The words caught in her throat and suddenly, it's time.  She couldn't stall forever, the task needed to be done; he was making her do it but Dean knew and wanted to take his punishment at her hands.  It wasn't how it was supposed to be when she stepped into the open salt circle and saw his fear-stricken face, he was only human after all, lifting the lighter from his breast pocket and flicking it open as the carbon dioxide lifted from the stove and filled the motel room.  One sparked flame and it would spontaneously combust, letting him experience the same fate as mother and daughter that day in Carthage; some kind of twisted eye for an eye.

Sitting straight up in bed, chest heaving and her baby blue nightgown sticking to her body as the tears streamed down her face, Jo almost let out a scream of protest to the...memory?  Vision as Sam had called it?  It sure as hell hadn't been there yesterday or any other day until this very moment but it had happened, that she knew for sure.  Her body was trembling, goosebumps forming all over her skin as the tiny blonde tore her blankets and sheets away and got out of bed in a hurry, unsure if she was freezing cold or boiling hot.  Foggy mind racing with panic and worry, she shoved her icy feet into her shoes and stormed down the hallways in a fit of emotions and banged on the motel door.  Not considering the other patrons or his most-likely sleeping brother, Jo pounded with what little energy she had and couldn't stop her cheeks from being covered with salty drops again and again.  When the door swung open, she couldn't look at his face but knew it was who she was looking for and before he could grumble or question her, Jo blurted, "Did I kill you?!?--I know you probably came back to life right after or something but... I need to know...did I kill you?"  Hysterical would definitely be a way to describe her as she furiously rambled and finally had to see the confusion and concern written on his face as she pleaded.

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I just couldn't resist.

First impression: A silly human who joined up with equally as silly humans that thought they could beat my Father. Didn't work out too well, did it?

Truth is: I enjoy tormenting you. I might even label it as one of my favorite hobbies. 

How old do you look: Twenties, I guess.

Have you ever made me laugh: Countless times. I just don't think you really ever meant to. 

Have you ever made me mad: Not that I can recall, no.

Best feature: You're persistent, and hard to rattle. Which can be a good and a bad thing, I guess. I can't believe I just complimented you. 

Have I ever had a crush on you: Absolutely not. Sorry, darling.

You’re my: ......begrudging acquaintance.

Name in my phone: I don't see why I would have your number.

Should you post this too?: You already did, I think. 

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Hell Bent for Leather | Jo and Ruby

After dealing with Sam's revelation about the angels' involvement in the recent resurrections, Enochian aethrys that she was possibly a human-version of, and dealing with a drunk angel and his brother who may or may not have brought her back to life and be a part of the next big pain in their ass, Jo needed a break.  And like other girls her age she couldn't but want to shop off the stress.  Nebraska wasn't exactly fashion central but it didn't mean the Harvelle girls didn't have their vices and she had two years of indulgence to make up for.  When the blonde thought back to her mom's search for flannel and jeans in strip malls unless they made an occasional trip to the city where she insisted Jo by everything at least two sizes too big because it made everything last longer.  To Ellen Harvelle it was pure practicality doused with some Irish Catholic modesty and propriety stirred in.  Finally, teenage Jo learned to switch sizes when the older woman wasn't looking before they went to the cashier to pay for everything.  It was one of the more pleasant mother-daughter trip memories that she'd accumulated over the years.

Jo slug her cargo jacket around her shoulder and when it twisted around her arm uncomfortably, she pulled a bit too hard and the shoulder tore at the seam.  Letting her arms drop in defeat, she shrugged it off before grabbing her keys and wallet and exiting her motel room.  She was so frustrated that she didn't quite hear her thoughts until she got into the truck she'd stolen a few days before out of necessity; seems like a good excuse to finally replace it with leather.  Her mother had always said it was expensive and meant for adults who were finished growing when she'd begged her for one when she was young but last time she checked, Jo was adult with a credit card in her...fake name.  It was good enough for her as she drove off into the town and searched for the leather boutique she'd passed on the way in.  The hunter parked and entered the mostly empty store in the middle of the afternoon as the afternoon sun shining through the windows and warming the place.  A blonde in a red leather jacket caught her attention and she admired the smooth material and vibrant colour before she started scowering the racks and eventually made her way to the sale items.  There were certain things that you couldn't beat out of a Harvelle woman.