Jo Harvelle

"Glad I have that honor." Sam said with a sarcastic bow and a chuckle. "Let me guess, hangover? You should really go home and get some sleep. How’s you’re leg?"  He knew she was working, but he didn’t know how she was even able to function. Coffee had always been his best friend on sleepless nights. "I’m fine. I think I’m going to crash as soon as I get to the motel." 

Sam was done with the case for the day. The younger Winchester decided to stop by the grill for something to eat. He was starving, and he realized he could swing by to visit Jo.  The hunter knew she had to be in the back. He didn’t see her out in the front or the bar.  ”I’m going back to the motel. Just stopped by to say hey and grab a bite. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Sam was glad he was going to get some sleep but felt bad that Jo had to work her shift. He was with her the entire time of the ‘apocalypse’, she got as much sleep as he did.

A fresh start, huh? That’s.. interesting. Want to join me for a drink?

She was nervous, but he couldn’t tell if it was because of the situation outside or the fact that she was alone with a stranger in a dark street. Of course she was safer with him than without him, but she couldn’t know that. He remained where he was, listening to her, then frowning at her words. Perhaps he had underestimated her.

“I know how dangerous it is and I can look after my self – but why are you outside all on your own then?”

The question about the bow and him being a ‘hunter’ made him pause and he eyed her up and down. There was something special about her, something different from most people, the way she was looking at him almost made him think they weren’t talking about ‘normal’ hunters.

“I need something to protect myself with and with all those wild animal attacks around here I figured a crossbow would be the best choice.” His frown deepened.

“And speaking of protection – we probably shouldn’t stay outside and talk – like you said, it’s dangerous…”

Suddenly she turned around, looking behind her, but before he could ask her what she had heard, she was talking again – and she was right.

 "I'm out trying to get people to go inside. Make sure no one is hurt, help the people I can. Yourself?" she did her best not to look nervous as she spoke, though in truth, she was.

"That would make sense," she replied. glancing down at the weapon. "You're right, it's a smart move." Out of instinct she wanted to put her hand on her gun, but resisted the urge. She didn't want him to get the wrong idea. Instead, she wrapped her arms around her torso to help keep her warm in the cool night air.

Inside? Jo took a step back, alarmed. There was no way she was going anywhere with him. "You're almost right," she said evenly, inching her way towards the wall with her hand now firmly on the hilt of the weapon strapped to her side; still concealed under her shirt. "It is dangerous outside, and you probably should go inside. I can take care of myself out here though, thanks."

She was now on full alert. There was something behind her, probably not a human or a vamp, but still something there. She wanted to turn around, approach it and take care of that situation all together. She knew however, that would mean turning her back to an armed stranger, which could be worse.

Despite the tension, despite the anger flickering past her eyes, Jason was stubborn enough to not shift his gaze elsewhere. He had always been wired in this fashion; too stubborn for his own good; too late to change that now, wasn’t it?

The laughter that came from within him was that of irony, his head tilting back before he looked back at her. “Nothing of what you do is my business,” he told her, as though he were handing her brand new information. “It’s the very reason we’re stuck in this position.” She was a hunter, had been one from the moment they met yet he had been unaware of such throughout their friendship, never knew of her knowledge of the supernatural. Looking back, Jason realized he should have suspected when she recovered quickly from the shock of hearing of his experience with demons. “Tonight’s the best night to be suicidal,” he argued. “It might actually get done.” He was such a pain in the ass, keeping his calm - well, somewhat - when Jo’s anger was almost taking over entirely. 

"What is it? Can you at least let me park?" His question was answered as she jumped out of the car. Sam slammed on the breaks, not knowing where she was headed or what she was even doing. He swung the door open and got out. "You’re trying to tear open your stiches aren’t you?" He asked as he got out, then fell silent. A figure with the similar outline as his brother was walking on the sidewalk, that must’ve been what set her off. It couldn’t have been his brother. Could it? 

It was cold and the longer he stayed outside on the dark streets, the less he wanted to be here. So far it had been quiet, no unexpected vampire attack and whatever else was happening – was happening some place else, in a different part of the town.

He should have taken Damon with him for back-up – and to have someone to talk to, but his call had gone unanswered and he had yet to receive a reply to his text message. Idiot was probably out doing things that would make Alaric roll his eyes if he knew about them.

So instead he had gone out on his own, crossbow and vervain/wolfsbane darts at the ready, patrolling the darkness that seemed to have swallowed Mystic Falls.

He didn’t really know how long he had been out when he decided to switch to a different part of the town, the one closer to the cemetery, usually the part of the town where, sooner or later, something would happen.

And he was right, suddenly there was a voice in the darkness, female, warning him that it was dangerous to be outside.

He turned around to search for the origin of it and frowned when he found a young woman in the shadows.

She looked him up and down once more, still analyzing the situation. He was taller, more than likely stronger, and armed. But, Jo was more than likely faster, fairly experienced thanks to the last few months, and certainly not afraid to stab him if need be. So, even though he had an advantage, she knew she may be able to escape.

"That's a pretty big bow, to be packing around downtown." She noticed, tugging at her shirt to make sure it covered her gun. "Are you a hunter then?" Hopefully if he wasn't, he wouldn't think the question to be too suspicious. It was a strategy she had learned from Sam that seemed to work well enough for him. Mind you, she thought to herself, most people wouldn't really want to get cheeky with someone the size of Sam Winchester.

The graveyard was where it all began and Sam realized that. “Wait, no. We can’t.” The graveyard was the center of it all. Not only would Dean not have lasted, they’d be lucky if they got out alive. “You should’ve seen me in the impala. You know what I think I should drive.” the hunter chuckled as he realized just how small that honda was. He took Jo’s keys and started the car. Dean being the usual driver, it had been awhile since Sam drove.

He could feel her defenses creeping up. Good. This was what he did best, fuck good things up though he found comfort in knowing this time he had not been the first to make a mistake. Not that that mended anything; if anything he was more at an impasse. 

The guy with the puppy dog eyes? Did he mean Sam? Jo stood puzzled for  minute before responding. "I don't save people to make myself feel better, Jason." Jo replied, her tone even but harsh. "And why I do it is none of your god damn business. But that's not the point. You think you can sit here, and just drown in self pity? Do you really think that it will help anything, deciding on tonight of all nights to be suicidal?" she stopped for a second, shaking her head, trying to make sense of everything he'd said. "You know what, screw you Jason! You and your self pity, and your asshole-I-don't-care-about-anyone attitude! I don't care how mad you are, or how upset you are or anything else!" she stopped, taking a deep breath. "I- I- No! You can't! I care, okay? Too much to watch you sit here and wait to die. Because I've seen it. It isn't quick, or simple and you say you want it but you don't! So get up, and get the hell out of here!" 

Sam nodded and did a quick sweep of the room, making sure there was nothing left they needed. He slipped his jacket on in the process. He noticed the beer was still remained on the counter, it couldn’t have been more then half empty already. 

Sam finally got off the bed, he didn’t know when the next time they would get any sleep would be. The grill was the safest place he knew of right now, being warded off from just about everything. “I’m fine.”he answered, knowing it was a huge lie. Sam realized she actually seemed to have cleaned up. He felt bad for not doing the same. He could feel his hair matted from fights, and blood remained on his clothes.

You only kill those that kill. That is a form of revenge.