Fic: Long Road | SPN | Jo, Sam/Dean | R | 1/1
Title: Long Road
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Jo, Sam/Dean, Ellen and Bobby briefly
Rating: R - for Jo's mouth
Word Count: 1,144
Summary: It's a long road to becoming a family, and Jo suffers just as much as her brothers.
Disclaimer: WB and Kripke own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: AU where Jo shares a different kind of connection with the boys, this is a quick look at some moments we saw and some we didn't, all from Jo's POV. Potential SPOILERS for S4!! Also, written to quiet the plot bunnies, and as a lead in to the new season. Angst ahead!
Long Road
The day Jo finds out that Sam and Dean's father was responsible for her own father's death, she blesses them out and closes the door on anything she might have felt for either of them. Too consumed by her anger to give a rat's ass about the other secret her mother confided in her, she turns her back on them, leaves them swinging in the proverbial wind. Self-important bastards.
And so what if they'd worked well together? So what if she'd saved their asses, and they'd returned the favor? So what if she'd taken to the road like she was born there, hunting alongside the two men she'd have gladly called brothers?
* * * * *
It takes all of her restraint not to completely freak out on Sam when he starts getting handsy, insinuating all sorts of things about her feelings for Dean, when Sam doesn't even know the truth about the three of them. That knowledge and the sudden realization that Sam isn't Sam anymore are the only things that keep her from lashing out with everything she has. And when Dean barges in, points out the obvious, all Jo wants to do is smack the shit out of both of them.
Saving Dean's ass - again - is just the icing on the cake of her shitty existence. It's pretty clear that he thinks he gets the picture, but like Sam, he's so far off target it's ridiculous. All he sees is the little girl that he thinks has it bad for him, wounded, unprepared, and out of the loop.
His departure to throw himself after Sam puts something into perspective for Jo, however. Sam and Dean might as well be joined at the hip. And her presence has been a threat to that.
If it wasn't so horribly fucked up, the entire scenario might be funny.
* * * * *
Jo hears about the fire at the Roadhouse only when her mom comes looking for her. Damn, but isn't it poetic justice? She and her mom spend a few months on the road, stop in at Bobby's every once in a while, hunt because there's no bar to go back to and too many evil things running around that escaped when the door to hell got opened.
They don't talk about the things Ellen told her that day at the Roadhouse, don't talk about Sam and Dean. Neither of them brings up the worry that something really bad is looming on the horizon, and the boys are right smack in the middle of it. Ellen doesn't let on about what she knows about Dean, and Jo doesn't ever tell her what happened with Sam. Like everything else, the important things go unsaid.
* * * * *
The call from Bobby wakes the two women in the middle of the night, and Jo knows from her mom's expression alone that something bad has happened.
"Dean is dead," Ellen whispers after hanging up, the cell slipping from her hands to the floor.
Jo wants to cry and scream, her insides turned to a raging hurricane, but there's no time. In a few minutes they're on the road again. Ten hours to Indiana, and Dean will either have been buried or burned by then.
An hour into the trip, they stop so Jo can vomit by the side of the road. Dean didn't even know she was his sister.
* * * * *
The heat of summer is unbearable. Sam's been missing for going on two months now, having disappeared on his quest to find a way to get Dean back, so when the Impala rumbles too a stop in the middle of the burnt up yard in front of Bobby's, all Jo can do is wipe the sweat from her forehead and wait for him to get out and come sit beside her on the porch. He looks a wreck, not surprisingly, nothing at all like the man she'd once hunted with, nothing like the possessed body that once tried to kill her.
"No luck, I take it," she says as he slumps down onto the steps.
When he shakes his head, she can see that the fire has left his eyes. All that anger, hatred, pure violent rage at Hell for taking Dean away is simply gone. All that's left is an empty shell.
"Sam," she starts, but is cut off as he leans over and kisses her squarely. Backing away abruptly, she scowls at him. He still doesn't know. She couldn't bear to tell him, not after Dean died, while Sam was so utterly ruined. But now's a good a time as any, she supposes. "Save it for Dean, for when he comes back," she says, knowing it's a risk to shed light on their relationship, but putting it out there anyway. "You're my brother, and I love you, but not the way you love Dean."
Sam's eyes go wide, and there's a flash of anger, finally. Then, "...Brother?"
"Yeah."
When Sam starts to cry and collapses into her arms, she silently curses the universe, and promises retribution upon God if he doesn't make good on her promise.
* * * * *
Of course Jo happens to be on a hunt with her mother when the news comes from Bobby. Dean's alive. Whole. Real.
The vampire doesn't stand a chance when Jo - fueled by elation that her oldest brother is back - comes charging, and the trip back to Bobby's is punctuated by whoops and tears and smiles that neither woman has worn in at least a good two years.
Jo only wishes she could have seen Sam's face when he first saw Dean again.
* * * * *
Now the hunt is on for things bigger and badder than Jo has ever had the displeasure of dealing with, and the drama, as insane as it was, has finally settled into some semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos. Sam and Dean bickering about music in the car and stealing kisses when they think no one's looking, Dean teaching her the finer points of car repair like the big brother he should have been, if he'd known, Ellen and Bobby off on hunts of their own while Jo takes the back seat of the Impala. They're a family, as dysfunctional as they are, and with the knowledge that they're stronger together than they ever were separated, they're committed to never letting anything tear them apart again. Not old grudges, not secrets - everyone knows about Sam and Dean at this point - or lies, not demons, not Hell itself.
Passing a tape over the seat, Jo smirks at Dean in the rear view. "Throw this on, I could go for a little Metallica."
Dean and Sam smirk back, and the eldest slides the tape into the player, chuckling, "Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Lil' sis has good taste."
Jo shakes her head and rolls her eyes, "Shut up and drive, Dean," and with peals of laughter and a hard base line, the Winchesters thunder down the road.
* * * * *
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Jo, Sam/Dean, Ellen and Bobby briefly
Rating: R - for Jo's mouth
Word Count: 1,144
Summary: It's a long road to becoming a family, and Jo suffers just as much as her brothers.
Disclaimer: WB and Kripke own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: AU where Jo shares a different kind of connection with the boys, this is a quick look at some moments we saw and some we didn't, all from Jo's POV. Potential SPOILERS for S4!! Also, written to quiet the plot bunnies, and as a lead in to the new season. Angst ahead!
Long Road
The day Jo finds out that Sam and Dean's father was responsible for her own father's death, she blesses them out and closes the door on anything she might have felt for either of them. Too consumed by her anger to give a rat's ass about the other secret her mother confided in her, she turns her back on them, leaves them swinging in the proverbial wind. Self-important bastards.
And so what if they'd worked well together? So what if she'd saved their asses, and they'd returned the favor? So what if she'd taken to the road like she was born there, hunting alongside the two men she'd have gladly called brothers?
* * * * *
It takes all of her restraint not to completely freak out on Sam when he starts getting handsy, insinuating all sorts of things about her feelings for Dean, when Sam doesn't even know the truth about the three of them. That knowledge and the sudden realization that Sam isn't Sam anymore are the only things that keep her from lashing out with everything she has. And when Dean barges in, points out the obvious, all Jo wants to do is smack the shit out of both of them.
Saving Dean's ass - again - is just the icing on the cake of her shitty existence. It's pretty clear that he thinks he gets the picture, but like Sam, he's so far off target it's ridiculous. All he sees is the little girl that he thinks has it bad for him, wounded, unprepared, and out of the loop.
His departure to throw himself after Sam puts something into perspective for Jo, however. Sam and Dean might as well be joined at the hip. And her presence has been a threat to that.
If it wasn't so horribly fucked up, the entire scenario might be funny.
* * * * *
Jo hears about the fire at the Roadhouse only when her mom comes looking for her. Damn, but isn't it poetic justice? She and her mom spend a few months on the road, stop in at Bobby's every once in a while, hunt because there's no bar to go back to and too many evil things running around that escaped when the door to hell got opened.
They don't talk about the things Ellen told her that day at the Roadhouse, don't talk about Sam and Dean. Neither of them brings up the worry that something really bad is looming on the horizon, and the boys are right smack in the middle of it. Ellen doesn't let on about what she knows about Dean, and Jo doesn't ever tell her what happened with Sam. Like everything else, the important things go unsaid.
* * * * *
The call from Bobby wakes the two women in the middle of the night, and Jo knows from her mom's expression alone that something bad has happened.
"Dean is dead," Ellen whispers after hanging up, the cell slipping from her hands to the floor.
Jo wants to cry and scream, her insides turned to a raging hurricane, but there's no time. In a few minutes they're on the road again. Ten hours to Indiana, and Dean will either have been buried or burned by then.
An hour into the trip, they stop so Jo can vomit by the side of the road. Dean didn't even know she was his sister.
* * * * *
The heat of summer is unbearable. Sam's been missing for going on two months now, having disappeared on his quest to find a way to get Dean back, so when the Impala rumbles too a stop in the middle of the burnt up yard in front of Bobby's, all Jo can do is wipe the sweat from her forehead and wait for him to get out and come sit beside her on the porch. He looks a wreck, not surprisingly, nothing at all like the man she'd once hunted with, nothing like the possessed body that once tried to kill her.
"No luck, I take it," she says as he slumps down onto the steps.
When he shakes his head, she can see that the fire has left his eyes. All that anger, hatred, pure violent rage at Hell for taking Dean away is simply gone. All that's left is an empty shell.
"Sam," she starts, but is cut off as he leans over and kisses her squarely. Backing away abruptly, she scowls at him. He still doesn't know. She couldn't bear to tell him, not after Dean died, while Sam was so utterly ruined. But now's a good a time as any, she supposes. "Save it for Dean, for when he comes back," she says, knowing it's a risk to shed light on their relationship, but putting it out there anyway. "You're my brother, and I love you, but not the way you love Dean."
Sam's eyes go wide, and there's a flash of anger, finally. Then, "...Brother?"
"Yeah."
When Sam starts to cry and collapses into her arms, she silently curses the universe, and promises retribution upon God if he doesn't make good on her promise.
* * * * *
Of course Jo happens to be on a hunt with her mother when the news comes from Bobby. Dean's alive. Whole. Real.
The vampire doesn't stand a chance when Jo - fueled by elation that her oldest brother is back - comes charging, and the trip back to Bobby's is punctuated by whoops and tears and smiles that neither woman has worn in at least a good two years.
Jo only wishes she could have seen Sam's face when he first saw Dean again.
* * * * *
Now the hunt is on for things bigger and badder than Jo has ever had the displeasure of dealing with, and the drama, as insane as it was, has finally settled into some semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos. Sam and Dean bickering about music in the car and stealing kisses when they think no one's looking, Dean teaching her the finer points of car repair like the big brother he should have been, if he'd known, Ellen and Bobby off on hunts of their own while Jo takes the back seat of the Impala. They're a family, as dysfunctional as they are, and with the knowledge that they're stronger together than they ever were separated, they're committed to never letting anything tear them apart again. Not old grudges, not secrets - everyone knows about Sam and Dean at this point - or lies, not demons, not Hell itself.
Passing a tape over the seat, Jo smirks at Dean in the rear view. "Throw this on, I could go for a little Metallica."
Dean and Sam smirk back, and the eldest slides the tape into the player, chuckling, "Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Lil' sis has good taste."
Jo shakes her head and rolls her eyes, "Shut up and drive, Dean," and with peals of laughter and a hard base line, the Winchesters thunder down the road.
* * * * *