Tip of my Tongue
It began as any old, boring, day, the day that changed my life. I woke up early and spent the day helping my mom around The Roadhouse. I spent the day cleaning, serving, hustling, and bickering. Nobody came in looking for hunts; it was a pretty slow day with customers actually. There had been a lot of monster activity lately, and that meant less people stopped by.
My life changed when we were cleaning up for the night. We had already set the chairs on the tables, and were in the middle of sweeping/mopping when we heard the roar of an engine traveling up the road toward us. Ash was closest to the front so he peeked out the window, and then shook his head. An unfamiliar car. We rushed into position: Ash "passed out" on the pool table, and my mom and I hidden with our shotguns. It was a sort of initiation ritual of sorts with new, hunter, customers, and a way to protect ourselves.
What started as a routine ritual quickly took a turn when my baby blues met his moss greens. Gorgeous hunters don't come around here, and that was exactly what he was. He was different in other ways too, and I fell for him hard. Of course, I tried to keep my cool around him. I didn't want to drool all over him, and announce to the entire world that I, Jo Harvelle, was crushing hard on The Dean Winchester.
My mom knew immediately of course. She was a sharp woman, and barely anything got by her. She didn't like it at all. She warned me away from him. She had nothing to worry about. Over the five years that I knew him, I saw him a handful of times. Those times were mostly brief meetings, but they impacted me profoundly.
He gave me the push to go out and do what I always wanted to do. I never had the guts to go through with hunting before I met him. Dean would hate and deny it if he knew. He never wanted me to get further into the life, and he was terrified of my mother.
My feelings for him never faded. They only grew, but we never got together. We flirted, but who doesn't he flirt with? My mind would go back to him constantly. I wished for girlfriends more than ever so I could gush over his lips with them. His name was always on the tip of my tongue, especially when waking up from dreams of him, but I could never say it aloud. My mother would have killed me, and then go and kill him.
My mother thought all Winchesters brought trouble no matter what. Well that was true, but still. They were nice looking trouble. She cursed their very being whenever I got caught up in their plan for bait, even though that whole mess was my fault. Eventually she was okay with them, but she still warned me about keeping my distance.
So much for that, I thought, gasping for breath. Dean Winchester never knew how much he impacted my life, and he probably never would. His taste lingered in my mouth, his name at my tongue, and his name on my mind as I took one last breath for him, giving up my life for him.