moonlight secrets :: dean

[joanna beth harvelle]

In some ways, it was really great to be back. But in other ways, it was also weird. Jo had missed so much these passed three years. And there was still so much that she had to learn of. Well, at least she knew that the Winchester's were still alive. That was something at least, wasn't it? Now, if only she could figured out where they were exactly. But how would they feel? How would Dean feel? Would he be happy to see her? There should not be any reason why he would not be happy. She was alive again. She was back in the game. Hopefully for the long haul this time.

Jo did feel a whole lot better after getting some food in her and getting cleaned up. Plus she got a good night's rest. Boy, the young hunter must have been tired because she slept for almost twenty-four hours straight. But now, she felt refreshed and just wanted to get out on her own, to gather up her thoughts. Luckily she had run into her long-time pen-pal, Zelda. Otherwise, she would probably still feel completely crappy. She was happy to have a place to stay that did not revolve staying in some crappy cheap ass motel. Hopefully her friend would not mind her staying there for a little while longer. Until Jo got back on her feet, that was.

Asking if it was okay to borrow the car, Jo decided to just go out for a drive. Just to get away, to clear her mind. She felt like she just needed a little time to herself. After driving around for about an hour or so, Jo pulled into the parking lot of some club or whatnot. Well, she could use a drink or two after all. Parking the car, she got out and made sure to lock the car up before ending into the building. Definitely seemed as though it were a busy night. Very loud. Very crowded. But that did not really matter to Jo. Pushing past all of the people dancing and talking, Jo slowly made her way up to the bar and took a seat on one of the bar stools. And the guy behind the counter made his way over to her asking what she would like to drink. “A beer. Thanks.” He nodded and grabbed a beer bottle, setting it down in front of her. She quickly took a drink from her, looking around at the crowds. But they were nothing but strangers. Nobody that she knew.

Tagg :: Dean Winchester
Word Count :: 426 words

[dean caleb winchester]

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[/color][/size]asn’t life just absolutely peachy. The world was going to hell in a handbasket, just as it always was, but, this time, things were even worse than before. This time, it wasn’t just demons or werewolves, vampires or Rugarus, skinwalkers or spirits. This time, it was Leviathans. Leviathans were every hunter’s nightmare; unkillable, very powerful, power hungry, and very organized, they were smarter than anything the Winchester brothers had ever hunted, there were more of them, and they had a plan which they were in the process of executing. Sam and Dean had to stop them…but how was one supposed to kill the unkillable? Stop the unstoppable? They’d done it before, sure. They’d ended the apocalypse, cast two rampaging angels into a giant angel time-out pen...but this time was different. Dean was tired; tired of hunting, tired of running, tired of having to knock demon-caused dents out of his precious vehicle, tired of playing hero for a world that kept ending up in the same situations over and over and over again. Trying to keep the world together was like trying to build a barn in an earthquake. If the world kept shaking, as it would, the whole thing would simply fall apart. Everything was starting to seem so futile…

A[/color]nd then there was Lisa. No one knew how horrible it was to see absolutely no recognition in the eyes of the woman he’d spent an entire year with. Was that time truly so easily erased? Just call your little angel and ask and, bing bang boom, your happiest memories erased from the minds of the people who made those memories so beautiful? Maybe it had been wrong for him to ask that of Castiel, but he knew things would be so much worse if she knew what had happened. She’d been stabbed and Ben had had to shoot so many demons during their escape…and all of it had been his fault. It isn’t exactly easy to hide a relationship when you’re a hunter. The monsters are always watching from the shadows, waiting, plotting, scheming, hoping you’ll reveal some weakness so they can pounce on it and take you down so you no longer ravage their nests or decimate their populations. He knew he shouldn’t have gone back, but he hadn’t known what else to do.

A[/color]nd what about Sam’s blonde bombshell, Jess? Back from the dead and still all wrapped in her pretty packaging as though she hadn’t been pinned to the ceiling, bleeding and screaming, and set on fire. That wasn’t normal. None of it was normal, nothing in their lives could ever be normal. Dean still didn’t know if Sam knew about her. He was trying to figure out the best way to bring her up. He also hadn’t asked why Sam hadn’t told him about Lisa doing research for her brother’s hunting, but he expected that would come up in the same conversation. Man, their lives were turning into a soap opera.

W[/color]ith all of these things going on at the same time, Dean’s drinking had spiked to an all-time high. It still wasn’t enough to make him drunk or lose control; just enough to loosen him up and make things seem perhaps just the tiniest bit more bearable. No, it didn’t truly help much, but anything that dulled the pain and kept him going for another day was good enough. So here he was again, this time at the Club Decatur, pulling up in the Impala and dodging people to get to the bar. Some days, he’d enter with a sort of swagger and air of confidence that drew the ladies to him, asking if he was a police officer or an FBI agent and allowing him to launch into elaborate lies that lured them to him. But, today, though he didn’t want to be alone, he didn’t want those sorts of girls. He approached the bar, and ordered whiskey, a whole bottle, because this was going to be a long apocalypse and why the hell not. He sat down a seat away from a blonde and instinctually glanced over to check her out…“Jo?”[/color] He laughed, the laugh of someone in internal pain, broken at the heart. “Man, I don’t know where I got on the crazy bus, but it looks like I’ve reached my destination.”[/color] He took a shot of whiskey, letting it burn its way down his throat, then pushed his bottle and glass down the bar and scooted to sit next to her. He was silent for a moment, just looking at her. “It’s good to see you up and about again,”[/color] he said with a fond smile, forcing the warning bells in his head to go silent once again. Everyone dead was coming back. What the hell. This time, he was just going to go with it.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[joanna beth harvelle]

Now that she had gotten through the most tragic part and got herself taken care of, Jo did not feel or even seem to be as sensitive like she had been when she first saw Zelda. But how could one person not be emotional after coming back from the dead? It was not normal, that was for sure. But then again, the life of a hunter was never normal. Now was it? No. No, it was not. And it never would be either. Jo had excepted that a long, long time ago. After all, her father had been a hunter. And she had grown up around hunters practically her entire life. Hunting was something that Jo had always wanted to do. And at the same time, it was a way for her to be close to her father after his death.

However, now Jo did not know what to do. She was dead. What is dead should stay dead, right? So why was she back? It made no sense to the young hunter. Who would have brought her back? And why? Why would anyone bring her back? Jo hated not knowing the answers to those questions. And she was absolutely determined to get those answers. Even if it was the last thing that she ever did.

But for right now, her mission was to find Dean. She had to know that him and Sam were alright. Needed to know what had gone done after her death. If they had, in fact, beaten the devil. It seemed to have been several years after her death. And the world really did not appear to be in chaos. But, well, you could never really know nowadays, now could you? Taking a sip of her beer, Jo had suddenly heard someone say her name. In the form of a question. Not surprising. She should be dead. And if she was back, well, then you must be losing your marbles. Right? Wrong. No, no one was going crazy or 'losing their marbles'. No, she was not some hallucination. Jo was really back. For how long? For what reason? Well, all of that is still yet to be determined. But the important thing was that she was here right now.

Jo did not even look up, just took another sip of her beer. She did not have to look up to know who the guy was. She could never forget that voice. Not in a million years. It was a voice that she always loved to hear. The same voice that she had fallen for. But she should not have fallen for Dean Winchester. Though, she could not help it. Because she did do just that. She just never spoke of it. Never would. He probably would not feel that way toward her, so why risk it? Why risk getting hurt or rejected? Why risk ruining their friendship? No, instead she would just keep that little secret to herself. For now. Maybe forever. Finally, Jo looked up in time to see Dean scoot down closer to her and she could not help but smile. “Hey, Dean. It's really good to see you.” In a way, Jo was actually a little surprised. Shouldn't he be a little more guarded? After all, she could have been a demon or shapeshifter or what not. But she did not mention that little fact running through her head. “I've actually been trying to find you the past couple of days.”

Tagg :: Dean Winchester
Word Count :: 579 words