#johnjo

So maybe my @dadfuckerfest prompt response for @carlgrimesghost has gotten a little out of hand. And maybe now the plan is for it to have at least 5 chapters. Maybe. But at least one of those chapters is now up? And I really like it.

Jo didn’t even have to wait a week. It was only six days later, on a Thursday night, when a hunter flagged her down in the roadhouse. His name was Will. Jo didn’t know much about him. That was usually a good sign. The really dangerous men never knew how to keep their mouths shut. “I’ve got someone on the phone who wants to speak with you. His name is Winchester.” Jo should have thanked him. That’s how her mother raised her. Instead, she grabbed the cellphone right out of his hands. “Hello?” The roadhouse was plenty loud, even on a Thursday, but it might as well have been silent. Jo only had ears for John. “Hello, Joey. I’ve got a hunt that’s taking me out to Nebraska pretty soon. Is there any chance you could get past your mother to meet up with me?” The pathetic thing was that Jo didn’t know. She never had evening plans. She didn’t even have a curfew. That would require her ever having a reason to be out late. Jo knew how her mother at John, though, and she remembered the way she warned Jo away from strange men. If Mom found out where Jo was going, she would be dead. Jo didn’t really think about what she said next. The words just slipped out. “I could cut class.” There was a moment’s pause. “You go to the school near the Sinclair station?” “Yes, sir.” “Could you meet me there Wednesday at noon?” Jo had never cut class before. But this was for John. He risked her mother’s rage to just to reach some teenage boy he’d never even met. He called another hunter just to get in contact with her. For him, Jo would figure it out. “I’ll be there.” The line went dead after that. Between this call and the last, it seemed John wasn’t much for goodbyes.

Not by that man, though. He was the first man to come through in a good few years who she didn’t recognize. He wasn’t all that remarkable, not in that crowd—dark hair, thick beard, a heavy coat, and a face wrinkled well beyond its years. At the time, she thought all men looked like that. She never had very many friends, but their fathers all seemed impossibly young and fragile.  Not this man. He looked the way men were supposed to. The only thing that set him apart was that she didn’t know his face.  Well, not the only thing. It was also that when he walked in, he came right up to her and asked, “How are you doing, young lady?” Sure, Jo was never exactly a masculine kid—she got bullied for it to hell and back—but no one ever thought she was a girl, either. Not until then. It was strange. All her life, she was nothing but a boy, and then a stranger walked in and saw something different. She didn’t understand why, not really, but she didn’t mind it. Something about it almost felt good.  Jo was so surprised by the whole fact of it, a man who came in seemingly just to meet the young lady that he thought she was, that she forgot to answer. The man looked down for a moment, shook his head, then smiled. “I guess you know better than to talk to strangers, huh?” Jo could answer that one. “Only the ones Mom warns me about.” He laughed at that. “And who’s your mom? She sounds pretty smart.”

Also here is the link to the Johnjo section of my ficrec. 

Opinion: A whole lot more consensual than the summary implies, an excellent bit of PWP

Listen to I'm Just Sayin - John Jo Prelude To An Epidemic #illfreewill by #ILLFREEWILL #np on #SoundCloud

Heart Toward the Highway by valiant Warnings/Spoilers: John/Jo, het, nc-17, AU, pre-series, cross-gen (Jo is 18), clothes fetishy, light Daddy kink, dirty talk, abuse of pet names, a lot of smut. Does not directly deal with events noted in 206/214 or 419. Summary: Jo, fresh out of high school, has left home and wound up on the road with John, trying to learn the ropes from someone who isn't exactly sharing and caring. John, distant and impatient, isn't really a partner, friend, or role model -- which means that Jo's gotta get all stupid and hot for him. Their stoic apprenticeship starts to unravel as Jo starts to run out of clothes and John can't ignore her anymore. Word count: 43,000