Banner By: 800bs
Title: Never Again
Pairing: Jo-Centric, Ellen
Word Count: 550
Prompt: “Tag to 5.02 Jo’s thoughts on Sam being possessed again.” from Astralavator
Ellen glanced at her daughter in the passenger seat and frowned. Something wasn’t right. Case in point she was the one driving to their next hunt. Jo didn’t let anyone drive her truck is she could help it and yet she’d offered up the keys the minute it was time to head out on the road.
She sighed. Maybe it was time she had a little chat with her daughter. Jo could feel her mother’s eyes on her, but she ignored the older woman.
If Jo acknowledged her it would only make her mother want to talk about it and that was the last thing she wanted to do. She glanced out the window and let out a long breath. It had been three years since she’d seen Sam Winchester.
Three years of dealing with the nightmares that had been left in wake of the last time they’d seen each other, nightmares that hadn’t ever fully gone away. Duluth. The name alone made a shiver course through her entire body.
She wrapped her arms tighter around herself and watched as the scenery flew by all around her. That night that Sam made his way to the bar she worked at had been a turning point in her life.
She’d gone back to the Roadhouse less than two months after it happened where she met up with an old friend of her father’s who had taken her under his wing, training her to be the kid of hunter she’d always wanted to be.
It had helped Jo get over what happened back then, but seeing Sam again eyes black as night had flipped a switch inside of her. She knew now it hadn’t been real, it was the horseman messing with their heads, but at the time Jo hadn’t known that.
So she attacked him, brought Sam to Rufus and helped tie him up and torture the demon out of him. All she had been able to think about at the time was how she refused to be a victim again. Jo refused to let some demon son of a bitch make her his pray.
She refused to be weak…not again and it had worked. She’d held her own against Sam and somehow that made things better. Even if it was all an illusion, proving to herself that she could handle Sam if the need ever arose again was closure she hadn’t realized she needed.
Jo smiled to herself as Ellen glanced at her daughter out of the corner of her eye. She cleared her throat and curiosity colored her tone as she spoke. “What are you smilin’ ‘bout over there?”
Jo shrugged, finally feeling like she was able to close the door to a part of her life that she’d feared for years. “It looks like the storm is finally passing.”
Ellen looked at the sky then back at Jo before turning back to the highway and nodding. “Looks like.”
Jo’s grin widened as she slipped on her sunglasses, turned up the music, and leaned back in her seat. The memories would always be there, but from this point on they’d no longer haunt her. They’d just be another one of the pieces of the never ending puzzle that formed the person she was and the person she would become.