Jo's Journey to Happiness
Title: Jo's Journey to Happiness Chapter: 5 Fandom: Supernatural Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Jo, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just play with 'em. Feedback: Absolutely! Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #071-Broken. Jo and John's relationship affects everyone around them.
Bobby was watching television when he heard screams. He turned off the TV and realized they were coming from upstairs. He bounded upstairs to find Jo's door locked. He kicked it in and ran to Jo. She was sitting upright in bed and Bobby couldn't tell if she was still asleep.
"Jo," he spoke gently as he approached her. "Jo, it's okay. You're safe now." He put an arm out to hold her.
She jumped and her eyes opened frantically scanning the room. When she saw Bobby beside her, she just started to cry.
"It's going to be alright, Jo," Bobby soothed her. "We'll get through this."
Slowly, the tears stopped and Jo spoke, "You don't need to put up with me, Bobby. I can just go back to the Road House."
"No, you can't. Not after what happened. I want you here. I want you safe."
Jo looked up to face him, "Really?"
Bobby nodded.
That made her cry all the more.
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"I think it would be best if we moved you into the boys' room. That way if you have a nightmare during the night, I won't be downstairs."
"I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for."
Jo laid down in the other room while Bobby moved her things. He asked her if she wanted a sedative. She shook her head, "I don't want to live in a haze like that."
At suppertime, Jo was still just picking at her food.
"You have to eat," Bobby reminded her.
"I know," she replied as she moved more food around her plate.
"How far along are you?" Bobby asked.
"The doctor at St. Luke's said about 22 weeks."
"Didn't you see a doctor before that?" Bobby asked.
"No. I didn't want anyone to know and spread rumors in the small town."
"Don't you think you should find a doctor up here? I could take you in to the clinic and see who is available," he offered.
"I'd rather give birth at home," Jo replied. "I hate doctors. Do you have someone around here who could help with the delivery?"
"I--I don't know," Bobby was taken back by surprise. A home birth?
"You know how there are doctors who aren't real doctors that treat hunters? I'd rather have one of those."
"They usually just patch you up, honey. They don't deliver babies much, if at all."
"Can you check for me?" Jo's eyelids drooped. "I just don't need more strangers peeking and poking at me. If it's so easy to figure out how to kill the evil in this world, the same person should be able to figure out how to deliver a baby. It can't be that complicated."
"I'll see who I can find," Bobby was running through all of his contacts in his head. "Now you just try to eat."
With that, he cleared his plate and started to wash dishes. Jo brought her plate over half-eaten and offered to do the dishes. Bobby just told her to go relax in the living room, maybe call her mom so she'd know Jo was okay.
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"Road House. This is Ellen."
"Hi, Mom."
"You at Bobby's?"
"Right. I'm doing okay. John left this morning but Bobby's been doing everything the can to make me feel at home. I think I am going to be alright."
"You can always come home," Ellen reminded her. "
"Not right now," Jo tried to explain. "It was hard for me to be there after what happened. Maybe later on."
"Okay. Glad to hear you're feeling at home at Bobby's."
"I'll call in a few days, Mom. Don't worry about me."
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The next days blurred together. Jo would be fine when she was awake. She was beginning to eat better at Bobby's insistence. At night, though, she was still plagued by nightmares and did not get a decent night's sleep. Bobby slept lightly, keeping an ear open for Jo in case she needed him. If she slept during the day, she still had nightmares. Bobby wanted to be able to make them go away but he had no clue who to do that.
Bobby located a midwife who would come to the scrap yard to see Jo. During her first visit, Bobby found himself waiting in the hall impatiently. Then, the midwife opened the door and asked him to come in.
"She should be gaining more weight," the midwife told them. "but considering the unique circumstances, she is doing okay. I've recommended some prenatal vitamins that Jo needs to take everyday with food. You can pick them up at any drugstore. Her other injuries are healing well. I know about the nightmares and I don't know of anything to help you. Sometimes talking about the experience helps. I'm always available to listen. Another idea is to have a relaxing night-time routine and see if that puts Jo in a more restful sleep. Having Bobby nearby is a good idea too since Jo has said that she feels safer when he's there. Jo doesn't want to go to the hospital and I think she could give birth at home if she has enough support for her and the babies. I'll plan on coming back in about a month and at that point I can go through the birthing process with you in case it happens before I can get here. Now, don't go getting that panicked, I'm not far away. You have my numbers." And she left.
"I liked her," Jo said. "She was really nice and genuinely concerned about me and the babies."
"She sure gives out lots of information," was all Bobby could think of to say. "Do you really feel better when I sleep in here?"
"Yes."
"Good. I started just doing it for myself so I could keep a closer eye on you, but I'll stay. Until you decide I'm crowding you."