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Post by Jo Harvelle on Jul 2, 2011 16:23:46 GMT -5
She nodded softly, looking back at her drink. She didnt want to push. But she knew he had someone already. There was no point in her trying to be with him when he already had a girlfriend or whatever Lisa was to him. Leaning forward against the counter, she finished her drink and rested her chin on her palm.
She blinked, "Careful Winchester. A girl might think you're trying to keep tabs on her." she said, smiling at him. She stood, "Lets go. Its late. We might as well go get some sleep." she said. She walked outside and headed toward her car; a newer model that looked more plastic than anything. Dean would definitely make fun of it. She grabbed her bag from the trunk and checked it to make sure the things she needed were in it.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 3, 2011 14:53:02 GMT -5
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say [/size][/font] Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. [/size][/font] ---------------------------- Dean smirked at Jo’s words and stood up putting his jacket on, just having her back was a big thing, rather than having that group photo on his phone he now had Jo back and it meant a lot to him, he didn’t tell Lisa what the significance of the photo was as he told her it was some friends, not that it had would have been Jo he would have gone to rather than Lisa for a normal life if Jo had been alive, but the fact that Jo had been dead meant that he had gone to Lisa and tried to have a normal life with her. “well maybe if I didn’t have to keep tabs on you we would all be happier,” he said following her out.
When they got to her car Dean just shook his head, he didn’t know what she was going to do if she was going to leave her car there and go back with him in the impala or if she was going to keep her car, it would be harder to be on the road together in two different cars but it was doable.
“So are you keeping your car?” he said “or are you driving with me and my baby?”
---------------------------- Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Jul 3, 2011 15:12:56 GMT -5
"What? You suddenly have to keep tabs on me?" she asked, smiling. She closed the trunk of her car, moving to heave the bag over her shoulder as she reached into her pocket and pulled her car keys out. She wasnt about to go on the road with the guy in a separate vehicle. It wasnt worth the waste. She'd rather hang out in the Impala with him instead. She smiled, "Hey, I found this," she said, pulling out their last picture together from her jacket pocket. Cas gave it to me when I was brought back. I guess he thought maybe I could use the memory. Its a little frayed around the edges but its still good. He probably dug it out of the rubble of the Roadhouse."
Looking at the car, she set the keys on the hood, "Whoever wants it can have it. I have half a mind to just give it to the first person I see but since everyones in the bar, I'll settle." she said then grinned at him, "Plus, the Impala is more familiar than this piece of junk." she nudged him with her shoulder, "Lead the way to the motel, then."
God, it was good to be back. Maybe Dean challenging God hadnt been such a bad thing after all. Either way she was back and she was close to the man she'd sacrificed her life for. More to the point, she was happy. It wasnt everyday that you got the chance to relive life and she was going to do whatever she could to keep her life now.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 3, 2011 17:16:07 GMT -5
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say [/size][/font] Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. [/size][/font] ---------------------------- Dean sighed when Jo made the comment about him keeping tabs on her, he didn’t see it as keeping tabs on her but more looking out for her because of the fact that he wanted to keep her safe and make sure that nothing happened to her. Of course it was something that she might not have wanted him to do but at the same time he didn’t really care, he just wanted to keep an eye out for her and to make sure that she was safe because of the fact that she meant a lot to him and he did care for her, he wouldn’t really say that he loved her because of the fact that they hadn’t had a chance to be together but he wanted to be with her which was an important factor in that.
“I am not allowed to keep you safe now?” he said with a shrug as he lead her towards the impala. When she made the comment about the photo he sighed, he had thrown the photo in the fire because of the fact that he had been angry with himself because of the fact that he hadn’t been able to keep her and Ellen safe he had failed them and cost them their lives, that had been on him and it had been his fault.
“Course the impala is better,” he said opening the door to the impala “it’s mine.” Then he got in the car and started the engine whilst waiting for her to get into the car.
---------------------------- Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Jul 4, 2011 1:36:23 GMT -5
"Actually... I was thinking more along the lines of I like that you're trying to play protector." she said softly, following him. She'd missed his huge hero complex and his always trying to keep her safe thing. She headed around to the other side of the impala, settling into the passenger seat. She looked at him and grinned, "Just because it gets irritating sometimes, doesnt mean I dont like when you try to protect me."
Smiling softly, she looked out the passenger side window at the stars outside. It was a beautiful night. Her first night back alive. Looking down at the photo still in her hands after a moment, her gaze softened. Cas, her mom, Dean, Sammy and Bobby had all been there with her. They'd all been there when she'd needed them. Their last picture together before she'd died. She moved her fingers over the picture, "I miss them.. Mom and Bobby and Sam.." she mumbled.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 5, 2011 14:38:15 GMT -5
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say [/size][/font] Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. [/size][/font] ---------------------------- As Jo spoke Dean knew that he had been protective of her because of the fact that A she was younger than him and she was closer to Sam’s age than to his own therefore he had wanted to keep her safe because of the fact that he had wanted to ensure that they had been safe and that she had been able to hunt in a way that she was safe and that she could do the job well, Dean had seen a number of different amateur hunters die over the years and he had done the best that he could to try and keep as many hunters that he could safe an she was one that he did truly care for.
He knew that it would be hard for her to get back to normal especially without her mother but at the same time the fact that she was back on earth was something that they had to appreciate right now if he was being honest and he was just happy to have her back all of the other things could have been worked out at another time but right now they could appreciate the fact that they had the war to fight but at the same time she had came back from hell and that was a big thing. “I’ll take you to see Bobby and Sam soon.” He said driving towards the motel. “When I am on speaking terms with them that is.”
---------------------------- Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Jul 6, 2011 1:07:29 GMT -5
She looked at him, "Was it hard for you to adjust when you came back from hell?" she asked softly, moving over a little to rest her head on his shoulder. She wasnt normally like this. She never would have shown how weak she felt before. At least not in front of him or Sam or any demon they would ever face. She didnt feel strong like usual though. She felt small, weak, helpless. Closing her eyes, she breathed in slowly, inhaling the familiar smell of worn out leather. She'd missed that smell. She'd always smelled it on her father whenever he came back from a trip. It was nice to be able to have that familiarity again.
She looked foward at the dashboard of the impala, thinking about her father and everything that had happened to her before she'd died. She smiled a little. One of the happiest memories she'd ever had was the feeling that she'd earned a family in the Winchesters, Bobby and Cas. Looking down at the photo, she held it close to her, refusing to let it go, "I'm afraid that all of this is some sort of dream or illusion.. That it isnt really happening." she mumbled, holding the picture close to her heart, afraid to let it go should she suddenly wake up or something.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 6, 2011 5:19:06 GMT -5
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say [/size][/font] Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. [/size][/font] ---------------------------- Dean was slightly surprised when Jo moved closer to him, they hadn’t really been ones for touching before she had gone to hell or heaven, Castiel had told him that it had been heaven but he did wonder if it had been with the fact that Hellhounds had killed her and the fact that demons had been present at the time, yet he didn’t know the lore of hellhounds and what they did to their victims as well as Castiel because of the fact that Cas was probably around a lot longer before the hellhounds where so he had a greater understanding of them than what Dean did. “When I got back it was so hard trying to get use to what I had done, the actions that I had committed down in hell are things that I will have seared onto my soul until I die and there is no getting away from what I did Jo.” He told her “the evils I committed while in hell to avoid being put back on that rack.... they’d sicken you.”
That had been one of the reasons why it had been hard for Dean to be with Ben and Lisa they wouldn’t understand because they had never had this life, they hadn’t had to kill or fight not that Dean would want them to but it was a situation where you couldn’t judge until you had done it which neither of them had done so it was a fair assessment to guess that they wouldn’t get it. When Jo spoke of it being an illusion he smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Nope your back and in a car with me,” he said “what a good way to get use to being alive again huh?”
---------------------------- Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Jul 6, 2011 13:52:00 GMT -5
She closed her eyes, "It might not make me happy to hear what you've done, Dean, but I'd always understand why." she mumbled. She looked up at him and kissed his cheek gently, "Thank you for being here for me." She'd surprised herself with that one. It was weird enough being back and alive but touchy-feely crap was just something she'd only ever done with her mom and even then it was rare. She just needed to be close to someone right now and she was happy it was Dean and not one of the others who would be there when she got back. It was easier for her to be around him than it would be for her to be around the others after everything that'd happened.
She smiled when he reassured her that what was happening was real. She would have been devastated if it hadnt been. Resting her head on his shoulder again, she closed her eyes, "You're right.." she said, "Its a good way to learn how to get used to it all again. I almost cant wait to get back in the game." she stretched out, rubbing at her eyes sleepily. She'd always been one for a hunt of any kind. As long as she could kill as many evil demons and creatures as possible. But right now she just wanted to relax and spend some time with a close friend, getting used to living again.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 14, 2011 9:21:23 GMT -5
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say [/size][/font] Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. [/size][/font] ---------------------------- Dean was surprised by Jo’s reaction to what he had said, there had been things that he had done and been through in hell was not something that he wasn’t going to spill his guts on any time soon and certainly not to Jo as he didn’t want her to know about it, simply because of the fact that he didn’t expect anyone to understand, yet the fact that Jo had kissed his cheek was something that he hadn’t been expecting either, he thought of the fact that he had kissed Jo before she had died, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen with himself and Jo but at the same time he knew that he had to resolve the problems he had been having with Lisa one way or the other.
As Jo snuggled up to and seemingly wanted to relax against him Dean couldn’t help but wrap an around her shoulders snuggling her into his chest so that she was closer to him but not enough that it was uncomfortable. “Everything will be fine.” He said “I promise.”
---------------------------- Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Jul 18, 2011 11:17:52 GMT -5
She looked at his arm then up at him, pushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face. Everything will be okay. She smiled, "Maybe. I'm not quite so convinced yet." she looked out the wind shield of the impala, biting her lip thoughtfully. She, Ash and her mom had died for the cause. Warriors deaths. And she was brought back. It was all she could do not to show her grief for the others who'd died for the cause and had never been brought back. Maybe I do have a destiny that doesnt involve death.. she thought, closing her eyes. After a moment she opened them again and looked up at him, "Out of all the people we know who died fighting against these things why was I only brought back?" she mumbled, "He could have brought mom or dad back too.. Or Ash. Why only me?"
She hated that God had given her life back but couldnt have been bothered to give any of the others a second chance at life too.Her father had died trying to kill a demon. He'd fought a good fight and died a warrior just like she and her mom had and still he wasnt brought back. She sighed and nestled into his chest, curling up against him, "Its not fair that he'd do this--bring me back--but he wont bring them back."
She knew though that no matter if God had brought them back or not, they were still with her in a way. They were still close to her. That was good enough no matter how unfair it seemed. Resting her hand on his arm while she snuggled up against his chest, Jo thought about all the sacrifices they'd made in the past, all the good they'd done and promised herself she'd never quit fighting.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 19, 2011 5:11:32 GMT -5
Dean felt his heart break when Jo spoke. He hadn’t thought of the grief that she would have had for her family, he had not thought that God would have brought her back. Sure he had had the argument with Cas over Jo before he had challenged god but he hadn’t thought that God had been listening to them then, maybe there was more to god then they all knew and than they would ever know, Dean didn’t know but he got the feeling that it was something that he wouldn’t be able to work out on his own and more to the point it was something that he hadn’t put much thought into.
As he hadn’t seen anything really he hadn’t thought that there would have been any response from God, however he had been wrong an God had acted in a big way which had helped the people that Dean cared for and he was thankful for that but he just wished that Jo had been able to have her family also or that more of his own family had been brought back. Yet even though Sam had been back they had kept that from him, they had kept Sam being alive from him and it hurt like hell. Something he knew too well.
“These angels are dicks with wings, I guess they get it from dear ol’ dad.” He said “I thought Sam was dead, that is why I am alone it turns out Sammy is alive and well and has been for around a year that he had hardly been dead at all, factor in that Bobby and Castiel both knew and that is something that makes me a really unhappy camper so trust me I am right there with you on not understanding how this all works.”
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Jul 19, 2011 12:15:08 GMT -5
Jo saw the guilt that crossed Deans face and instantly felt sorry for bringing it up. He'd lost as many people as she had. Maybe more. But when he told her about Sam, she sighed, "Cas didnt tell me either." she muttered then moved, sittin up and looking at him. She didnt like making him feel guilty for something that he couldnt have known would happen. Gently taking his hand, twining her fingers with his, she looked at him, "Dean, it isnt your fault, you know that right? I dont blame you. You didnt know that God would actually take up the challenge. Hell neither did I. But just because I'm sulking about mom and Ash not being here doesnt mean that they arent here in spirit."
She already felt like a sap for this, God help her, but she might as well continue. She smiled at him softly, "I have a small piece of all of them in my heart. And another piece of my father here." she drew her fathers knife which was now slightly rusted around the part of the blade that was inside the handle, "Dad and mom and Ash are always with me. Me being back means that I can continue our family's legacy and that I can make the three of them proud. Or try to."
Letting go of his hand, she looked at him, "When we get the time, you're coming with me to go talk to Sam and Bobby." she said, "No questions asked. If I have to drag you there unconscious I will but you will talk to your brother and your friends. They're the only family we have left now, Dean."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 21, 2011 13:42:38 GMT -5
Dean didn’t give a damn if Jo had said it was his fault or not, if she had said it was his fault he would have believed her, it had been his words that had brought only her back, not any of the people that she had cared about, she was only back because he had cared about her, if he hadn’t cared about her as much as he did then she would have been with her family, now because of him she had been taken away from that. That was why he wouldn’t believe her when she said that it wasn’t his fault she should have been given the chance to bring people back with her but she hadn’t which meant that she had to come back without her mother.
When Jo continued to talk he knew that she had meant well but he had already had conversations like this with Cas and he wasnt in the mood for more of them especially with the fact that he didn’t want them with Cas in the first place, of course he had worked out that nothing was easy but at the same time that didn’t mean that he had to like it. Sighing he could see the motel in the distance. “I know,” he said “I just wish that things had gone better but we have to play the hand we are dealt I suppose.”
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Jul 21, 2011 14:07:00 GMT -5
She sighed, "Dean, I'm being given the choice here. If I wanted to be put back where I came from, all I'd have to do is call to God myself. But I dont want that." she said, "I dont want to go back to being able to do nothing to stop the things that are constantly hurting innocent people. I want to be here to help. Its my destiny. Maybe it isnt moms or Ash's or even dads now.. But it is mine. I chose this. I chose to stay. I still have family here. You and Sam, Bobby and Cas. You're my family." she said, "I wouldnt change any of this."
She wished she could stop him from feeling so guilty, but she obviously couldnt. Dean had set his mind to it and now no one could stop him. All she could hope for was that he would be able to realize that she'd chosen this whole thing, that if anyone was to blame, it was herself for not choosing to go back. Settling back into her seat, she leaned her head back and looked up at the roof of the car, wishing she could reassure him but not being able to.
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