Jo Harvelle

Joanna Beth Harvelle, Bartender, Hunter (most gifs by sweethearttal)

[theheartfelthunter]

Favor for a Favor|| Jo and Open

[samuelsamsammywinchester]

Sam breathed a little easier when he saw that Jo put the silver on her arm without any incident.  He let his hand fall away from the gun that was stuck in the waistband on his pants and rest at his side.  He watched her walk around the car and frowned a little.   “How are you here?  Dean and I…we watched you…Jo who brought you back?”  He asked quietly.

He ran his fingers through his hair and let his mind wander.  He knew he wasn’t Jo’s favorite person, especially after the whole Meg incident.  He was surprised that she was happy to see him at all.  He said some horrible things.  He knew it was Meg that did it, but it was with his body, he had seen and felt everything that happened, and it ate away at him.  

“Jo, what are you doing all the way out here anyway?  And a Honda…really?  That thing isn’t fit to sell for parts.”  He said while looking at the pathetic vehicle the other had in her possession.

[theheartfelthunter]

Jo shrugged halfheartedly, trying to play it off with a smile. It wasn’t the first time she’d tried to explain what happened, but that didn't keep a cold hand from clenching around her heart. It hurt, thinking about it all. “I don’t know Sam, I was dead... and then I wasn’t. I woke up, in a motel room bed, alone. I don’t remember heaven, or hell, or... anything. I have absolutely no clue.I looked for you, and for Dean and Bobby and my mom... but it was just me, for about the last year or so.” 

She watched, him obviously deep in thought. They had a history, maybe not the best one either, but Jo had always been the same, she trusted easily, got hurt and then forgave. It was her pattern, of sorts. She gave him another half smile, being that he looked so stressed. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Sam?” she asked. 

“I was driving home from work and then I broke down,” she exhaled giving her car an exasperated look, “I was in a pinch... its not ideal, it doesn't run worth a crap but its all I have right now.” she shot the vehicle another dirty look before looking back at Sam. “Don’t judge.” 

[hunterlottie-blog]

Caught in a trap || Lottie & Open

[hunterlottie-blog]

Charlotte eyes narrowed at the eerie space left by the creepy toddler throwing a temper tantrum. Making a mental note to never walk into a place like this again she turned on the spot and jumped up onto the cabinet in a swift motion. She lifted the pole out of its hooks, and quickly undid the ends so the curtains fell into a heap on the floor. Then with all her strength she jabbed the pole through the window shattering the glass. 

“These curtains look like a blind person picked them,” she remarked as jumped down onto them through the cabinet. Picking one up she scrunched up her face in disgust at the layer of dust which coated them. “Just don’t-” she stopped her sentence not wishing to mention the eyes that seemed to bore holes into her back, “you know what I mean.” 

Getting to the task at hand she started knotting the curtains together as best she could making sure they don’t break. “I once did his when escaping a guys house, as he refused to let his Christian parents know he had a girlfriend!” Charlotte knew that small talk would keep them both occupied in their current predicament.

[theheartfelthunter]

Jo watched the other woman move swiftly and surely, and she flinched slightly at the sound of the glass breaking, turning sharply to look at the door out of habit. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized there was nothing to see, and they were safe for at least another second. Her attention turned back when the other hunter spoke, and the remark startled a laugh out of Jo. She had a point, they were a pretty awful shade and fabric. The layer of dust wasn't helping anyone, and it wasn’t easing Jo in any way either- god knew how many people had died in that very room over the years. 

The thought of death caused her to cast another glance towards the dolls. Nodding in agreement, she half expected the dolls to move their heads and follow Lottie’s movements. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on it.” She took a step closer to examine them, but shoved both hands in her pockets- she wasn’t touching anything. A minute of looking closer made a shiver crawl up her spine, and she decided they didn't need any more examination. 

Jo accepted the small talk gratefully, avoiding the shattered glass and grabbing the drapes, beginning to tie ends together. “They didn’t find you in the rose garden come morning, did they?” She joked half hardheartedly, smiling. Jo had done her fair share of sneaking over the years as well, with Ellen being as strict as she was about Jo being out and about. She had a good feeling the two of them would be able to relate one way or another. 

[avengedhunter-blog]

Fancy seeing you again || Nick and Jo

[avengedhunter-blog]

Nick lent back with a smirk splattered across his face, and wiggled his eyebrows in an attempt to tease. “Of course I have a plan, and if you guess it I may have another plan for you,” he winked at her. Nick had all sorts of plans and knew she’d never guess any but still he may just make her think she guessed it then spring a surprise on her. 

[theheartfelthunter]

Surprise caused the blonde’s doe eyes to widen even more. She wasn't great at guessing, so she figured something outrageous would be the best attempt. At least she could maybe get a laugh out of him, right? Jo found herself starting to love his laugh, and the way he tipped his head back as he did.”No hints? You play a hard game, Mr.Stone,” she said, raising an eyebrow in return. “Hmm... Are we racing motorcycles across the beach?” she joked. 

[theheartfelthunter]

Favor for a Favor|| Jo and Open

[samuelsamsammywinchester]

Same stood there and watched her.  He wanted to laugh at her reaction to having holy water splashed in her face.  It reminded him of Dean.  He managed to hold back the mirth as he studied her, intently.  

He tensed and his hand twitched back to the gun at the small of his back.  Long fingers curled around the handle and he left it there.  He swallowed thickly and glanced around, just in case there was someone else there, ready to get the drop on him.

He was relieved that the holy water didn’t do anything, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t a shapeshifter, or worse.  “Fair is fair, and I would love to hug you back, but…”  He nodded to her and tipped the vial back, drinking the liquid.  He slid the vial over the hood and nodded to her.  “Go ahead and pick it up.  It’s silver.”  Not as good as a knife, but had the same reaction when touched.  

[theheartfelthunter]

She watched carefully as the bottle went to his lips and nothing happened. The hand that had been clenching around her heart released slightly as she caught the bottle being slid towards her. She picked it up, also laying it against her arm for good measure. She looked up to give Sam a smile, “Its just me Sam, even better off than last time we met up,” she shrugged her shoulders, a million memories flashing through her mind.                                                       She had a strange feeling in her stomach as she walked a few steps closer, slow steps as she worried slightly that he might freak out and shoot her on her way around the hood, but in all reality she was just more than happy to finally see someone she considered family. 

[bullshxtuberalles-blog]

you look like i need a drink/stark + jo

[bullshxtuberalles-blog]

Still lost in thought, it takes the magician a moment to catch on and follow Jo to the store room.  "I sorta picked up on that.  Is this some sort of hobby for you?  Knitting didn’t appeal?“  Despite the flippancy of his words, Stark is curious - what would make an apparently healthy and otherwise sane human take up killing monsters?  He imagines there might be some out there who feel a moral obligation or have some sort of superhero complex.

Ducking into the storage room, Stark hunts down a few sticks of lead and a large canister of salt, then heads back out.  "Yeah, not a problem.”  He freezes briefly for the warning, then makes a noise of exasperation (at himself) in his throat, taking the cigarette from his mouth and squishing the glowing cherry out between two fingers, pocketing the butt.  "Sorry, keep forgetting that’s illegal now.“  Far from thinking she’s overreacting, he merely nods, letting the girl leave to set up her armory while he goes to the front wall and starts sketching protection circles, searching his memory for the symbols to go in and around them.  Thanks to Stark’s chicken-scratch writing, the Latin looks about as indecipherable as the more occult symbols.

[theheartfelthunter]

Jo laughs at the thought of all the hunters she knows sitting around knitting together. “You can only have so many scarves ya know,” she joked lightly before deciding that it would be smarter to just be honest, who knew what situation she would end up in. “I grew up around hunting, and it runs in the family... it just made sense.” 

“Now?” Jo cocked an eyebrow curiously, “hasn’t it been for awhile?” Stark seemed like the kind of guy to break the rules, but she couldn't help asking.While he writes on the walls, she makes sure her gun is loaded with the safety on, and makes sure her knife is strapped securely into her belt. She’s searching for an extra knife to hand to Stark when she hears the gravel outside the bar crunch under the weight of a coming vehicle. Her head snaps up to look at her companion, and holds her breath while waiting to see who or what is about to walk through the door.

[theheartfelthunter]

Favor for a Favor|| Jo and Open

[samuelsamsammywinchester]

Sam was on his way back to the hotel from a simple salt and burn.  He was tired, had been thrown around and was certain that at least one rib was broken.  He frowned when he saw a blonde girl standing beside a car on the side of the road.  He could tell she was annoyed by her body language.  He sighed, silently debating whether to stop or not, because, well, the car he was in was stolen.  He also knew that the road was deserted, having only seen one car and it was on the side of the road.  He checked his mirrors, and flicked on the turn signal, pulling over to the side of the road with a sigh.  He couldn’t leave someone out in the middle of nowhere, who knew what else was lurking in the area.  He pulled up and rolled down his window.  He leaned over the passenger seat and froze once he got a good look at her face and heard her speak.  

“Jo?”  He asked, his voice taking on a surprised timbre.  He had seen her and Ellen…they were dead.  Of course in his experience people tended to not stay dead for long.  

He put the car into park and stepped out, keeping the vehicle between them.  He had his gun tucked into the back of his pants and a vile of holy water was suddenly in his hand.  With a flick of the wrist, he had flung the liquid at her and waited with baited breath.

When the car pulled up and Jo realized she recognized the voice from somewhere, she started to panic. A man, tall with a decently built frame emerged from the vehicle, and just as she began to register that her name had been spoken, something cold and wet splashed against her face. Taking two fingers up to her face, she flung the water out of her eyes. “That’s exactly what I needed.” She said slightly exasperated, pulling the iron knife from her belt and keeping it in her hand just to be safe. Something told her she wasn’t dealing with a typical civilian.  

Taking a small step backwards, she looked up to see a very familiar face. Sam Winchester, in the flesh. “I... Sam,” she said happily, a smile spreading across her face and excitement filling her chest. “You don’t know how good it is to see you!” She was about to step forward and hug him when she stopped. “I’d love to hug ya... but fair is fair.” she nodded at the holy water in his hand. “You’re up.” she said, her tone not unfriendly. 

[theheartfelthunter]

Favor for a Favor|| Jo and Open

The blonde stood beside the Honda, which sat, yet again on the side of the road. Running her hands through her hair, she huffed to herself, “Its about time I get something that actually runs.” She shook her head and pulled out her phone, getting ready to call for a tow when another vehicle pulled up beside her. “Are you by any chance offering a ride?” she asked as the window rolled down, letting out a bitter laugh. 

[bullshxtuberalles-blog]

you look like i need a drink/stark + jo

[bullshxtuberalles-blog]

theheartfelthunter

“We’re not even sure anything’s coming…” Bullshit.  Stark can just feel it.  It’d be helpful if he could feel what was coming. “So calling other people would be kinda silly.  And if it’s just the two of us, they might underestimate us and make more mistakes.”  Stark stares contemplatively at his empty glass, but not because he wants another drink; he isn’t really seeing it.  Not that he’s opposed to another drink, ever, just maybe it’ll be more reassuring if he doesn’t.  Given the liquor he’s accustomed to having this earthly human whisky might take an entire bottle to get him tipsy but Jo doesn’t need to think she’s having to depend on a total alcoholic three sheets to the wind.  So instead of liquor he considers possibilities.

“I’m always prepared.  I’m the goddamn Boy Scout poster child.  Some salt and wards would be a good idea, though.  You got any lead?”  Paint might work just as well in this case, since they’re not actually doing any hoodoo, but lead will be easier to clean up afterwards and be much better than his usual method of just carving stuff into the walls and floor.  Straightening away from the bar, Stark doesn’t think before retrieving his cigarettes, drawing one out with his teeth and lighting it - plainly he’s only getting used to being on earth.  Hell still allows smoking in the bars.

[theheartfelthunter]

Jo just nods, taking a sip of coffee. He has a point, they aren’t sure... but the feeling in her gut is telling her otherwise. “True,” she sighs, feeling exhausted with the whole situation. She’d just like to know whether or not something- or someone- is coming. She looks outside at the parking lot, and when she turns back Stark appears to be deep in thought. She eyes his empty glass, but figures he’ll tell her when he wants another.  

A slight laugh and a nod, Jo points to the upstairs storage room. “This ain’t my first rodeo,” she half mumbles, walking over and opening the door. “Can you handle the wards? Everything you need should be in there.” When she turns back around, he’s already lit a cigarette. On a normal day, she’d be pissed that someone lit a smoke in her bar- but today isn't a normal day. “Don’t drop the butt of that on my floor,” she warns him, but makes sure to keep her tone good mannered. She owed him, plain and simple, and she could handle a little smoke. “I’m going to get my gun set up just in case.” He could think she was overreacting all he wanted, but she’d died once already and the young Harvelle did not plan on doing it again any time soon. 

[dean-pieating-winchester-blog]

Bad to the Bone. Dean & Open

[dean-pieating-winchester-blog]

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re good. I’m sorry about your mom.” Dean eyed the cut and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her without warning and hugging her tight. A year. She’d been back for a year and he hadn’t known. Would it have changed anything if he did? Sam and Cas would still be M.I.A. Her mom would still be gone. And Hell-bitches would still be walking around, just as they are. But …But he would have known. He would’ve tried to keep her safe this time. Like that worked out so well before. Pushing that unhelpful thought aside, Dean released her and sighed. “Where you hiding out, kid?” 

There were plenty of other things he could have said, things he could have asked, But right now, none of them were important. Jo was back. She was alive and well and here in front of him. That was all that mattered. “Come on. You think you can drink me under the table? Or are you a lightweight now?” He gave a teasing smile. They could have their tough discussion later. Might as well catch up and enjoy one another’s company while they could. Shit would hit the fan soon enough, he was sure. It always did after all.

[theheartfelthunter]

To some, the words may not have seemed like much, but to Jo they meant the world. Dean was someone who knew Ellen, and who respected her, and Jo knew he felt the loss of her just like she did- even if it wasn’t nearly as much. The hug caught her by surprise, and she hoped he didn’t notice how tense she was at first, but within a millisecond she relaxed and wrapped her own arms around him and let herself relax against him. She smiled softly as he released her, pulling her shirt down over her arm. “I'm running a bar and living in a motel,” she laughed lightly. “Living the dream.”

She scoffed, cockily, “C’mon Winchester, just cause its been awhile doesn't mean that anythings changed. You know I could drink you under the table any day of the week.” She was kidding, the truth was that even though she handled her liquor remarkably well, Dean could and always would be able to hold a lot more alcohol than her. However, that didn’t mean that she had to admit it to him. She waited for him to start walking towards the car, not wanting to be the first one in. She had a feeling they’d be having a long talk later. 

[hunterlottie-blog]

Caught in a trap || Lottie & Open

[theheartfelthunter]

hunterlottie: 

Charlotte ripped the curtains down from the pole with great force and threw the fabric over the creepiest of the dolls, before she turned to face the woman who was now stuck in the same situation as her. “Its nice to meet you. I’m Charlotte but call me Lottie,” she puffed out as she tried to calm herself down, which she was managing to do out of determination not to become some little girls play toy forever.

Everything in the room was covered in a thick layer of dust which seemed to be untouched for decades. As she scanned trying to plot a route out of the hell hole she started singing gently under her breath. “To answer your previous question we are going to get out of this room and this house,” she spoke as she knocked a bunch of dolls from a cabinet with a shudder. “Help me move this to the window,” she started pulling the cabinet towards the window causing shrieks from the wooden floorboards. “If I can get up to the curtain pole I can use it to smash the window and then we can use it to anchor the curtains fashioning a rope,” she pulled the cabinet again causing a sound that set her teeth on edge.  “As for killing the freaky girl scout,” she paused her movement to take a deep breath. “We are gonna have to figure out a cunning plan after we escape and avoid becoming..” she didn’t speak the last part of sentence out of fear.

Coming out of shock a bit, Jo rushed over to help push the cabinet, it was large and heavy, so she knew it would be safe to stand on. “Alright, I’m gonna cover the door, you grab the rod.” She replied once it was pushed to the wall. Turning her back to the hunter, Jo’s eyes raked over the rows of dolls and she had to resist the urge to stare- scared if she looked for too long one would begin to move. 

As she reloaded her gun, a singsong sort of laugh erupted from behind the door, and it flew open violently crashing into the wall. “Lottie...” she half whispered, her voice becoming raw as the little girl stood in the door, head cocked and a sickening smile playing on her lips. Jo fired the gun, rock salt causing the figure to disperse into the air. Biting her lip hard, Jo whirled around. “Okay, so we get the rope fashioned, and get the hell out of here.” 

Shaking her head as though it would clear her thoughts, Jo took a deep breath. “I’m going to...” she paused, her shoulders shaking. “I’m gonna look through the dolls and see if I can find a name written on any of them... Maybe it’ll help us find the bones once we’re out.” 

[bullshxtuberalles-blog]

you look like i need a drink/stark + jo

[theheartfelthunter]

bullshxtuberalles:

“That’s a pretty long story, maybe we’ll leave it for a less active night.”  Because Stark is starting to enjoy this girl’s company, and he doesn’t need to rehash his glory years in the fighting pits of Hell now and scare her off.  It’s not like he has friends to spare.  He follows her over to the bar and does his job of being ugly and menacing, but even when he breaks down and asks questions himself, they aren’t making much sense.  Stark’s pretty glad to see the back of them when Jo sends them off, taking it upon himself to relocate Stitchy as well.  Luckily the guy’s still passed out, making him easier to carry.

Gratefully taking the glass, Stark lifts it to Jo in tribute before draining half of it, leaning against the bar.  "I really can’t say.  I mean, I don’t do this shit professionally or anything.  But what I do think is, it’s astounding those rubes all got back here alive.  I guess God really does give retards a break.“  Shaking his head in disgust, he finishes the whiskey.

Jo smiles politely, “I can handle that,” she replies, and they set off to handle the drunks. Jo is especially Grateful of Stark’s presence when he carries Stitchy away, because god knows Jo wouldn’t have been able to support him herself. 

Jo just nods, agreeing that they are lucky to have made it back. She contemplates pouring herself a drink, but decides against it, hoping to keep her thoughts clear just in case. Putting one hand over her eyes, she tries to rub away her headache. She has a bad feeling in her gut that something is coming for them. “I know a lot of people...” she starts, mentally correcting herself to ‘knew’. “But I don’t think we have enough time to be making calls. I’m thinking maybe we should just be prepared in case?” she leaves the question open, hoping for some insight. Even though the blonde has hunted before, it was seldom in situations like this. Usually she had the Winchesters, or Bobby, Ellen or Ash to help. Now she was just damn happy that Stark had wandered through.

[bullshxtuberalles-blog]

you look like i need a drink/stark + jo

[theheartfelthunter]

bullshxtuberalles:

Stark nods his agreement, looking back at the bar.  After his last interjection, the group has cooled down the free drinks thing, but that might be because they’re all pretty drunk by now.  Not that Stark has anything against unnecessary drunkness, but leaving their friend to be stapled back together by strangers while they get wasted was a shit move.  "Even if they won’t talk, might be a good idea to get them out of here.  Whatever they were after shows up, they’ll just get in the way.“

One side of Stark’s mouth crooks up for that request, pretty certain he knows what the motivation behind it is.  Idiots like these are precisely the type to not take a petite woman seriously until she’s kicking their asses, and maybe Jo wants to avoid that.  "How about I’ll look ugly and menacing while you talk, and anyone who talks back gets a swift bottle of bourbon straight to the temple.”

“You have a good point, “ Jo says honestly, trying to think of where she’ll send them. They’re too drunk to drive, but they can’t stay up top.. Its looking like she’s going to have to put them all in the basement if anything does come by. Its nice to see Stark smile, although she hardly knows him she’s taken a liking to the mysterious man. “Where have you been all my life?” she asks him jokingly, and with one last look at the passed out man- who she’s mentally named Stitchy- she walks up to the bar, snatching away liquor bottles and starting to ask the serious questions. 

“Well...” Jo starts, but not knowing what to say she leaves the sentence hanging. After getting some incredibly mixed up information, she sent the drunks down to the storage room, (just to be on the safe side) and poured Stark a drink. “Here,” she says, absentmindedly sliding the glass to him. “So what do you think it is?” she inquires, because it truth she has no idea what to go on. 

[hunterlottie-blog]

Caught in a trap || Lottie & Open

[theheartfelthunter]

hunterlottie:

The music was getting closer and closer. Instinctively she reached for the salt next to her and readied it in her hand. Whatever that creepy son of a bitch was going to try this time, she was ready. Preparing herself for the attack she rose from her position, completely backing herself against the dusty wall. Her mental preparation was broken by the sound of a person running down the corridor. Frozen she listened more to the sound and determined the footsteps belonged to a member of the living.

Charlotte rushed over to the door trying to force it open to let the person in. “Its stuck they have been for about an hour now,” she yelled as she twisted the handle anyway it would. Scanning the area she saw nothing of weight that would managed to knock the door now. Deciding that there was only one way to get the damn thing open she called out, “back away from the door!”  Jogging to the other-side of the side of room she ready herself. At full pace she ran towards the door. Dropping her shoulder ready for impact, but to her surprise the door swung open and revealed a blonde woman standing completely still, with only a few feet away a small transparent figure that must have been a child. Raising her shotgun she shot at the figure then proceeded to grab the hand of the woman. “RUN!” All the doors of the room where now swinging widely on their hinges as the music reached a deafening volume. Deciding it best to run in any direction but the one with the creepy ass girl she ran into the adjoining room. The door swinging shut trapping them in the new room. Scanning her surroundings she noticed the room was filled with about fifty dolls, all of their eyes seemed to follow her around. They were so life like- it then hit the hunter and she let out a blood curdling scream.

Jo let out a sigh of relief when she heard another voice ring out, and waited for the door to open before the ghost got any closer- but the feeling of relief was short lived. Before she knew it, her breathing was ragged and she felt unbelievably panicked. “Okay!” she called back, taking a small and shaky step away from the door, casting worried glances back down the hall anticipating a figure to come out at her at any second.                                                             Sadly, she was right. Seconds before the door opened, a small figure appeared, bringing an icy chill with it that made Jo’s chest ache. Frozen, her mind flashed back to the night she had died, and the pain and the numbness that came with it. The hunter couldn’t move, she was completely helpless and petrified when she felt a warm, human hand grab hers; and before she knew it they were flying down the hall. 

They ended up in a room and the blonde was confused as to where they were. “What the he-” Jo started to ask, when she realized why the other girl was screaming. Her blood ran cold, and she could officially say that it was the second worse experience of her life. “I... I... oh my god.” she whispered, pushing her back into the wall. “What the fuck are we going to do?” she asked, not really expecting an answer. but speaking aloud nonetheless. Holding her knife firmly in her left hand, she fumbled in her back pack and grabbed a salt shaker, making a quick circle around the pair of them. “My name is Jo,” she said shakily, still eyeing the door and waiting for the girl to come back. 

[avengedhunter-blog]

Fancy seeing you again || Nick and Jo

[theheartfelthunter]

liavengedhunter:

Nick’s eyes lit up at her question. Of course Nick had plans. He had so many written down on random of pieces of paper scattered everywhere that most were unfortunately not in his head at that moment in time. “Well, I have this one idea that I could probably get arranged in the half an hour you have left of work,” he picked up a place mat from the bar and a pen. “What size helmet would you need for a motorcycle,” he placed the pen between his lips. “Any allergies?”

Jo couldn’t help but be amused by the look on Nick’s face, and she let her expression show it. “Oh? That sounds interesting,” she said, intrigued. “I'm not allergic to anything,” she told him, focusing on his lips briefly; Remembering the kiss form the other night and taking a second to realize what he had said first.  Jo was a hunter, she was willing to put herself in a lot of dangerous situations, but she wasn’t comfortable with speeding down a road on some small mechanism that didn’t balance well and was the cause of many deaths. “I mean uh, probably like a medium?” she said, doing her best to cover and hoping Nick was okay with her having a death grip around him if he did plan on taking her on a bike. “That sounds adventurous,” she said with a smile, deciding to trust he wouldn't let her get hurt.

[bullshxtuberalles-blog]

you look like i need a drink/stark + jo

[theheartfelthunter]

bullshxtuberalles:

Stark watches Jo’s stitching job distantly, probably running through a similar list in his head.  "Maybe it is a velociraptor.“  Unlikely, but it would be something new to fight.  He’s never taken down a dinosaur before.  Not looking very enthused at the thought of research, and even less enthused at the idea of cops, Stark makes a thoughtful noise.  "By the time you’re done with this, his friends might be wasted enough to tell us what it was.  If they know. There’s a lot of shit that could’ve done that.”

The thought of working here is, surprisingly, not one that Stark immediately discounts.  It’s not like his search is going anywhere.  He would be drunk all the time, but that’s actually a perk.  And since Jo seems to be well informed, he wouldn’t have to hide much about what he is…unless she’s one of those ignorantly set against magicians.  "Well, I’ll think about it.“

Finishing the last stitch, Jo smiles down at her work. All the stitches are the same length, and neatly done- not bad for a few months between doing it. Grabbing another clean cloth she cleans up around the wound, and begins straightening  up. A noise from Stark makes her look up at him. “Hopefully they’ll talk...” she mumbles, scenarios running through her head. At this point, she’s just hoping no one starts a fist fight by taking a comment the wrong way. God knows drunks can be oversensitive. 

“Okay, let me know.” In truth, Jo is happy about the fact she might have some more help around the bar, especially a little muscle to back her up. Although she can both take and throw a decent punch- especially for her size- most men don’t find her intimidating enough to take her seriously. Stark on the other hand... Jo looks up at him, deciding to test her theory. “You want to try and talk to them?” she offers, hoping he’ll come with her. She really isn't in the mood for anymore bullshit tonight. 

[dean-pieating-winchester-blog]

Bad to the Bone. Dean & Open

[theheartfelthunter]

dean-pieating-winchester:

Dean eyed the blonde. He wanted to believe the best, but he’d seen too many come back in a way he never wanted to see Jo come back. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s do the checks. That way I can give you a hug and not worry about you trying to bury a knife in my back or crush my heart.” He let out a dry chuckle, but he halfway meant what he said. The urge to just run over and hug her was increased when she said that. He gave her a small smile and took Holy Water from his bag and tossed it to her. “Glad to see you topside. But let’s do this, just to be safe.”  

“How long have you been back?” Dean felt a pang in his chest as he thought about the last time he had seen her. “Is…Is your mom…?” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the question. He didn’t know if it would be better for Ellen to be back or not if Jo came back as a demon. But…what could he do? Fighting the tightness in his throat, he moved closer and held out a blade for her to take. Silver, of course. “Try not to stab me with it.”

“Sure,” she told him softly, for some reason relieved he was happy to see her. “I could say the same thing,” she said honestly, a half smirk playing on her lips as she took a small drink of the holy water. “There’s one,” she said as she handed him back the bottle, her hands shaky.  Memories were hitting her like bricks, forcefully and painfully, but she was trying not to let him know.

The blonde  had to take a deep breath before she could answer his questions. “Its been about a year,” she said, each word hard to spit out. A hellious, sad year, she thought bitterly. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes briefly before tearing her gaze away so he wouldn't see the tears ready to fall. She was determined not to cry in front of him. Shaking her head a little harder than necessary she managed to get the words across clearly, her tone hiding how badly it hurt to talk about mom, but her body language not being as discreet. “She’s... no. She’s still gone.” When dean moved a little closer, she relaxed ever so slightly and took the knife, running the blade across her arm and revealing a small cut. “Are we good now?”  she asked, her words barely above a whisper. 

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