A Tale of Woe
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Dean sat miserably in the driver's seat of his prized '67 Chevy Impala as he drove once again to the Roadhouse where he knew he would have to face the one thing in this world that he didn't know how to handle…A girl that wasn't throwing herself at him.
Jo Harvelle wasn't your typical girl. The fiery blonde had been raised a hunter and knew her way around a shot gun; but that wasn't the only thing that was different. What made her really unique was that she did like Dean but she just always seemed to be able to brush him off. A talent no girl before her had been able to accomplish.
Dean continued his drive in silence while his brother Sam sat in the seat beside him sound asleep. His mind continued to flash between Jo and her protective mother Ellen. Ellen could put the fear of God into any guy with just a passing glance; that included Dean Winchester.
Somewhere, deep down, he knew he felt something for Jo, but his rough exterior prevented it from showing.
Jo sat miserably behind the counter of her mother's bar, the Road House. She knew that it was about time for a visit from the Winchesters. They stopped by every 3 or 4 months and that cycle was about to come around again. Jo knew she felt something for the elder Winchester brother but she just couldn't bring herself to let him in knowing that he would be gone a day or two later. Up till now, she had always been able to brush him off but eventually, everyone cracks...
A/N: How'd I do on my first story? I'd love your feedback.