Ahh... SequelLand. I love it here. Don't you?
Anywho, this is the sequel to "The Grapefruit Analogy," which I suggest reading before you start on this one. Trust me, it's not as bad as it looks. :)
Title: Black, Black, No Trades Back
Summary: TGA sequel. It's been thirteen years since Sam and Dean exorcised The Demon, and things are going great. The only problem? A certain teenage girl who's dying to meet her mom. Oh, and that Demon? Won't stay gone forever...
Rating: Gonna be K+ unless I really get it gross in chapters that haven't been written yet...
Warnings: None! Unless you hate the idea of Dean possibly having a crush on Ellen and them having a kid. Told you ya should have read the first one :)
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, that hug in AHBL2 would have actually meant somethign and Ellen would go hunting with the guys every once in a while... and maybe Sam would be nicer to his brother... and John would have died a horrible death... multiple times...
Black, Black, No Trades Back
Jo couldn't help but wonder about the little girl who had just walked in. She couldn't have been more than thirteen, with long auburn hair and sparkling hazel eyes. She was too young to be a hunter, too young to really fit in with the saloon's other patrons, yet there she was, dressed in tattered jeans and an old flannel shirt, her hair tied back into a messy ponytail.
The girl walked up to the bar and slid effortlessly onto one of the stools. The few hunters in the room turned to look at her with shocked respect in their eyes. She owned the place, commanded the room. She just had that air about her, that confidence. It wasn't just a teen thing, either.
Sighing, Jo set down the glass she'd been cleaning and walked over to the girl. "Aren't you a little young to be in here, honey?"
The girl smiled up at her, a radiant, somehow familiar expression that instantly melted her. "I'm looking for Ellen Harvelle," the girl answered, pushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, "are you…?"
Jo shook her head, trying on a smile of her own and finding it to be genuine. "No. I'm, uh, I'm her daughter, Jo."
The girl's eyes widened a bit, her confidence shaken. "Her daughter? If… um, how old…?"
The smile faded from the blonde's face. "A lady never tells her age. You should know that."
"I'm sorry," the girl replied, her confidence back, winning smile in place. "It's just that you look about as old as my dad. I'm just… sorry."
Jo sighed. "Mom went out to grab some stuff at the store. I don't know when she'll be back. If you want to wait, feel free."
"I'd like that."
"Great." She turned to walk away, almost did, but curiosity stopped her. "Hey, you know, you probably shouldn't be here alone. Where's you mom?"
The girl's smile changed. No longer was it one of confidence. It was a secret smile now, one that boasted superiority and forbidden knowledge. "I really need to talk to Ellen."
Jo nodded. "All right. You want anything to drink while you wait?"
"You got Coke?"
"Coming right up, uh…?"
"Jaydin," the girl nodded, "my name's Jaydin."
"That's really pretty."
"Yeah, my dad thinks so, too."
Short first chapter, I know. Just hang in there and review a lot (loves me some reviews).