Disclaimer – Unfortunately, I don't own Dean, John, and Sam Winchester or anything else that you may recognize. I hold claim to anything original, which, in this story is not much.

Well, this story is titled after the Nickelback song "Animals". It's one of my faves. You might be wondering why I entitled this story after this song, but you'll find out soon. Don't worry this isn't exactly like other "Song-Fictions" that have lyrics and everything. If you haven't heard this song click on the link on my homepage, it's a Dean/Jo vid. FYI this story is a John/Jo romance.


Animals

Chapter 1 – Return

John Winchester's car rumbled to a stop in front of the Roadhouse. He dropped by every once in a while, because of a promise made long ago to a man he would never see again. John had to make sure they were safe and provided for. It worried him sometimes, Ellen, her little girl, and Ash running a bar for hunters, exclusively. Then he would remember, it was Ellen, one of the strongest people he new. She had to have been strong to be able to forgive him for killing her husband.

He felt bad about going in, he hadn't been in a while. Hell, 'a while' didn't begin to cover it. John hadn't been to visit in a little over four years, but he hadn't broken his promise William. John would call Bobby or Pastor Jim and they would gladly go check on the Harvelle's. If he ever had a bad feeling, he would call Ellen and check up.

Ellen, well, Ellen was probably going to be pissed when he walked through the door. He had, in a way, abandoned them. Jo, with her long blonde hair in pigtails, used to squeal and run and give John a hug every time he made an appearance. She would listen to his stories about hunting while her mother would bandage him up. Ash and Ellen would give him leads on hunts, not to mention free beer. But, that had been when he would come every few months or so and he would stay sometimes up to a week before heading back out on the road. They had felt almost like a normal family, but his boys are what kept him away for so long, his real family. He had never developed any feelings for Ellen, he had never let Jo feel like his daughter, to him, she had just been a little girl in need of his attention, and he never would see them that way. He just knew that he never would be able to love anyone other than Mary; he also knew that Sam and Dean were his sons and no one could ever take place of his children.

John finally mustered up the courage to open the car door and walk inside. As the door shut behind him and his eyes finally adjusted to the dim light, he took in the familiar sight with weary eyes. Other hunters were scattered here and there among the bar, booths, and tables. However, the sight was odd to him, where was Jo? She was always the first to greet him, pull him to the bar, give him a beer, and wait expectantly for stories. The last time he had been there she was just about to turn sixteen and Ellen had been angry because he left right before Jo's birthday. A second thought occurred to him, where was Ellen and who was watching the bar?

He glanced up from the floor because he had been expecting some dangerous glares from Ellen, but she wasn't there. Just from a view of her back John could tell the woman behind the bar was beautiful. Her form fitting top showed off a small waist and her jeans were certainly not taking away from the whole picture. Golden blonde curls cascaded down her back. She was chatting up some hunter at the other end of the bar and as he finished his beer another was placed in front of him. He turned a little so John got a view of her side. 'Well endowed' John thought. As he was taking it all, well, her in he realized something. Who would Ellen ever trust the bar with? Then, it dawned on him as she spun around at the call for a beer from another hunter.

"Jo?"


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