Crossing Paths and Hunting Things [John]

[Jo Harvelle]

Jo Harvelle had been in town for a total of two days with her new-ish hunting partner, Dean Winchester. The two hadnt separated at all since they found each other the day she came back, at least not willingly. Now, she was separated from him, and freaking scared out of her wits. They'd been hunting a very pissed off, very dangerous werewolf. And the thing had caught onto her scent the first time they encountered it. Which meant she might very well be in some sort of danger. Not that everyone else in town wasnt, but it'd caught her scent and it knew she'd tried to kill it.

God, she really hated werewolves. They were irritable as it was and now that she was separated from Dean, she had no backup, save her guns and her dad's knife. Not that that was a hell of a lot reassuring with a rabid werewolf on her tail. Sighing, she walked through the alleyway, having the strangest feeling she was being watched or followed by someone. Of course, with this kind of profession, it wasnt all that crazy. Reaching for her knife, she looked around, trying to register where whoever or whatever was watching her from. This would never be easy. Sometimes she wished Dean would just keep his arse in the same place for once so she could find him. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed him right now.

[John Winchester]

John wasn't really very good with waiting. Like at all actually. The man always reprimanded his boys about being so impatient but he was the same damn way, when anyone pointed it out though he brought up the 'do as I say and not as I do' rule. Since he disliked waiting so much, he had to take something on to fill his time while he waited for the proper paperwork to get pushed through for the bar he wanted to open. Honestly the man didn't know there would be so much paperwork and waiting involved and since he wasn't good with either of those two things the man defaulted back to what he really was good at and found himself a hunt.

There was a werewolf two states over, the damn things had been getting bolder as of late, actually he had noticed that to be the issue with a bunch of different creatures. But tonight he was walking down the dark streets with revolver with silver bullets in it and a sawed off hidden under an old worn out leather bomber jacket that he had pulled out of storage, because he was coming after this one tonight. The man almost felt bad for the creatures he hunted, mainly because whatever he went after he didn't stop until it was dead and gone.

Turning into an alley he saw a blond walking down, he easily sped up to catch up to her, "Look. I'm not tryin' to make a pass at ya doll, but you should really stay out of the alley and get on home, haven't you heard about all the murders?" What could he say? The man didn't like the idea of anyone potentially getting hurt, especially pretty young women who had their whole lives ahead of him, he was just about to offer to escort the lady home when he heard what sounded distinctly like a growl coming from behind them, towards the end of the alley and John turned quickly, gun in hand. He wasn't here to play with the werewolf, just to put it down.

WHERE: Alley in Utah
MUSIC: Back in Black -AC/DC
WEARING: Some plaid and jeans
NOTES: time to go a'huntin'

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[Jo Harvelle]

Jo hadnt been expecting someone to come up behind her with a gun, acting like a hunter. She looked the man over slowly. He looked like a hunter though, gun, jacket, jeans, the whole nine. And he definitely acted like one when the growl came from the alleyway behind her. Putting her knife into her jacket and grabbing her gun instead, she aimed it toward the sound, "Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but i'm not some helpless little girl you can save. My partner and I called this hunt."

Little did she know that he was her partners father. Dean would flip shit if he saw him. Looking down the alleyway, muscles tensed, gun pointed steadily toward the sound the werewolf had made, she looked just as much a hunter as John did, dressed in torn up blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a black and white plaid shirt--with her blonde hair down. Glancing at him, Jo sighed, "Who are you anyway? I havent seen you in hunter bars before. Or anywhere for that matter."

Jo waited for the werewolf to come closer, trying to get a clear view of it. Where was Dean when you needed him? The two of them could've gotten this together better than if they'd gotten separated. At least she had someone else with her now.

[John Winchester]

John raised a brow at the little blond, well she had spunk, he had to give her that, unfortunately he was never good at tolerating snark, "Now I never said you were, did I?" A hand balled up and came to rest on his hip in what was a deeply fatherly gesture, looking very much like he was all but lording over her without trying, "As for your partner girl, I don't see him anywhere around here, do you? And honestly, I could care less who called the hunt as long as this werewolf get's dead so it doesn't hurt anyone else, and that should be your main concern too, " He was not about to have a pissing contest with a girl over who got to kill the big bad wolf. John didn't care who did it so long as someone did, so the people in this town could live safely again.

Yep, he couldn't help going into the 'reprimanding old man' mode, because as far as he was concerned, kids these days needed to get their priorities straight. So you wanted to kill the monster, fine, but you should be willing to take help if it came. Giving her a sidelong glance at the question he turned his attention to back to the creature that could potentially kill them both, "Maybe you should worry about the murderous wolf coming at us as opposed to me and my name right now," Again, priorities. Kids these days.

Stepping closer the creature snarled and he didn't wait for the thing to get closer before rapidly firing off three shots that hit the werewolf right between the eyes just as it was crouching low to make a leap at them. It let out something like a strangled whimper and crumpled, John strode towards it though, not quite done with it yet. Replacing the pistol with the shotgun he aimed it down at the werewolf's head and fired at near point blank range, causing it to explode like a pumpkin with firecrackers stuffed in it, "Need to be sure, best way to make sure a werewolf is dead is to destroy the head or the heart," John said like what he had just done was normal as he casually wiped some brain bits off his bomber jacket, "Been busy, that's why I don't hang out at hunting bars, name's John by the way" That and the whole 'supposed to be dead' thing. God that had been too easy, and here he had been worried that he was would be rusty after being in hell for so long.

WHERE: Alley in Utah
MUSIC: Back in Black -AC/DC
WEARING: Some plaid and jeans
NOTES: he's too badass for his own good

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[Jo Harvelle]

"My name isnt 'girl'." she said, glowering at him. Looking at the werewolf when John shot the wolf, she watched as the man moved to shoot the things brains out, keeping her gun aimed at it right until he finished. Yeah, of course its the only way to be sure. God, he must think I'm an amateur. she thought, putting her gun away and crossing her arms after a moment.

"Yeah, I've hunted werewolves before. Bitch to deal with. My partner, Dean, and I were separated during the hunt... I couldnt exactly turn back and go after him since it was stalking me, so I kept going, waited for him to find me. I should probably call or text him and tell him to meet me somewhere." she said, digging around in her pocket for her phone to send a text.

Looking up at the man infront of her, she nodded. She could understand being too busy to spend any time in hunter bars. After all, even she didnt spend time in any now. The Roadhouse had been the only hunter bar she really hung around in. When he introduced himself, she blinked, thinking he seemed a bit familiar too her. But she'd never met him before, or so she thought. Offering her hand, she shrugged, giving him a smile, "Name's Jo. Jo Harvelle."

[John Winchester]

"Well seein' as how I don't know what your name is, my options are a little limited, aren't they?" Kids these days, no respect, he didn't know what the blonds problem was but John was definitely too old to care for the attitude, too old and too tired and honestly the fact that he was admitting that even to himself showed just how old he was feeling lately. He brushed it off his shoulders though, the old man had more to deal with then young blonds with too much spitfire to them, even if that sort of spirit did remind him of his lovely Mary, the girl was a little more rough around the edges though.

Now, John tried his best to be the gentlemen sort but at the end of the day he was still an old man and when the much too spirited blond started talking he did what every man on the plant would and sort of tuned her out without really meaning to. His wife had always been on his ass about that, but he was always the type of guy that believed conversation was to be to the point if he had other things going on, and man did he have a lot on his mind...and did she just say Dean? There was a very mild thread of panic at the name, he had wanted to meet up with his son again yes, but not like this and not with a hanger on.

Wait, that meant this was the blond that Dean had left him roasting in the pit for, she was cute but damnit he had been expecting a tall leggy model looking type. Either way he shook her hand quickly, oh god it was Jo, and the first thing that tumbled out of the old mans mouth, who had definitely had too many surprises in the past three week was, "You've got that same fire your momma did," Vague enough that she probably wouldn't be able to guess who he was, after all her momma knew many different hunters,"So is your partner coming? Cause he and I have some....history and I should be headin' off," See he wasn't lying or anything, just withholding some information. He needed to see his son on his own terms, and he was not prepared for the inevitable tantrum that would happen should they meet right now.

WHERE: Alley in Utah
MUSIC: Back in Black -AC/DC
WEARING: Some plaid and jeans
NOTES: old man is feelin' old

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[Jo Harvelle]

Well, she thought to herself, He's kind of a hard head for an old man but he is a hunter. Kinda reminds me of Dean. She looked him over, curiously. Something was very familiar about him, that was for sure. Maybe she'd seen him around the Roadhouse before. After all she had met hundreds of hunters there, crossed their paths once or twice or even hustled a few in some silly game. But her dad had also been a hunter. Maybe her father had met this one too.

When he commented about her mom, she couldnt help but smile at that, "You arent the first hunter to tell me that." she said, shrugging, "Mama's temper and Daddy's knife collection. Aint much to it than that I guess." She was modest, thats for sure. She didnt think much of herself beyond the fact that she was a hunter. Knew she wasnt a great hunter, but just good enough to keep herself alive. Dean might say something different about her that contradicted her own self evaluation but that was his opinion.

She blinked when John asked about Dean and shrugged, "Dunno. Gotta wait for him to text back. How do you know Dean?" she asked curiously, looking at him. She wasnt sure what to make of this. He seemed to know a lot more than he was saying about her and Dean.