Joanna Beth "Jo" Harvelle (freakwithknives) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-10-03 13:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, jo harvelle |
Who: Dean and Jo
When: After their network conversation
Where: His place.
What: Playing videogames. The usual.
Rating: TBD.
Status: Closed; Incomplete
While going over to a guy’s house might have been scary and rather intimidating territory for most women, a certain dangerous situation, Jo found it familiar. It helped that most of her friends were of the male species and that she’d spent a lot of time at all their houses, alone with them or not, since she was still in overalls and toddler sizes. Going over to see Dean at his place? It was a walk in the park. A breeze. It was true; she didn’t know him from shit and she’d just met him over the network, but Jo was confident in her ability to take care of herself in any situation regardless if she knew the other person well or not. If he tried anything, Jo’s fist would be in his face instantly or foot in other places. Thanks to her dad and her mom, Jo was far from harmless and even farther from the damsel in distress type. They made sure she knew how to survive, how to defend herself if she was ever put in a messy situation. Of course, it wasn’t actual strict, by the book training, and what she’d ended up using it for-to punch guy the in the face who killed her dad-was probably not what he intended. She’d gotten into deep trouble with her mom and the law, but Jo was sure her mom was much worse than the police or even the judge. Still, Jo was almost positive if Bill was still alive, he would have laughed his ass off though, but if he was then…
She knew the answer and hated thinking about it. It would have never occurred because William Harvelle would still be alive. They would never have moved or lost the bar. Jo might have actually stayed in college. Her mom wouldn’t cry herself to sleep at night and then pretend she had allergies the next day. She wouldn’t be a bartender at a place that paid peanuts and that would never in a million years be hers. She wouldn’t have to worry about barely making the rent each month or the fact that most of their meals were far from the home cooked variety Bill had inspired when he was alive. That the two of them drank entirely too much sometimes or her mom did. Jo sipped on a beer and watched whatever junk was on the television that night when they actually had a night off at the same time. That was rare. Most important? Her dad would be there and when he was around she just knew everything would be okay somehow. No matter what happened or how much shit went down, they had each other and they could weather anything and everything. Now, Jo felt her mother and her were living in different worlds sometimes and in a house made of straw instead of bricks. Extremely overprotective of her one and only child, Ellen saddled Jo with a heavy crefew despite being 21 and of legal adult age. Sometime, if her mom worked, she’d be able to stay out longer than the depressing midnight mom had deemed appropriate. Lucky for her and lucky for Dean, it was one of those nights and Jo’s beat up truck had actually started on the first try.
She swung by the nearest liquor store, dropped probably too much on a decent six pack or what she thought was decent and drove to the address. Putting the car in park and switching off the rattling ignition, the blond found herself in the shadow of a apartment building. It wasn’t a shabby one either. Stuffing her keys in her pocket, the blonde grabbed the beer and walked towards the front door. Someone was just leaving the building at that moment and Jo was able to get inside without being noisy about it. After checking over the mailboxes and the numbers, she found him and it wasn’t long before she was knocking on his door with pale knuckles.