A/N: I want to thank you all for reading and enjoying the story enough to review, follow and favourite. I hope I will keep making you enjoy this story. For those of you who are wondering, yes, I will be integrating Charlotte into the series, but not the whole 'OFC follows the boys along in every episode' style. Happy reading this chapter, a little something with Jo and Ellen. Enjoy I hope.

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2004 – March

Nebraska – Harvelle Roadhouse

Jo Harvelle. Or Joanna Beth as her mother called her whenever she was in trouble. The only other female child she knew that had grown up around hunting. Bobby had taken Charlotte to the Roadhouse when she was fourteen, wanting to meet an old friend on neutral territory. When the twenty two year old arrived at the Roadhouse, the eighteen year old was perched at the bar, eyes fixed on a handsome twenty something hunter.

Charlotte rolled her eyes and took a seat at the other end of the bar. Ellen gave the girl a quirk of the brow. This was her first visit without Bobby. "Where is he?"

"Home."

Ellen narrowed her eyes. "You on a hunt?" It was said low and Charlotte answered with a nod. "Alone?"

The younger woman looked up at her with a mock hurt expression. "I'm twenty two. I can take care of myself."

She shook her head in response and grabbed a beer for Charlotte. "Whatever you do, don't tell Jo. I don't want her hunting."

Charlotte nodded and took the beer. "Of course. How's everything been?" She nodded her head towards the room and Ellen sighed. She talked about how business was business, about how some days the place was silent and awkward as tourists came in. With every sentence her eyes were on Jo and the guy she was talking to. "A little harmless flirting never hurt anybody Ellen."

The woman glared and Charlotte shrank in her seat. The seconds seemed to drag and Charlotte begged anybody in the bar to please order a drink. Another guy approached next to her and Ellen turned her eyes away to take the order.

Jo bounced into the seat next to her then and let one brow dance upwards. "Where's Bobby?"

"I needed some time with girls. Away from the men. The testosterone was killing me."

She laughed and nodded her head towards the main room. "I know that feeling." Then her eyes were back on Charlotte. "So what've I missed?"

"Nothing," she said straight off the bat. Jo only narrowed her eyes with a smirk and Charlotte rolled her own. "What? I have nothing to tell!"

"Uh huh. Spill it Dixon! I want details of him. Now."

Charlotte rolled her eyes and sighed. "He's a douche. Big deal."

Now Jo rolled her eyes. "Yet you still scored with him. He must've been hot to some degree."

"Okay," she said with an air of finality. "Maybe a little. So? Still a douche."

"Wait a minute," Jo leaned forward in her seat and Charlotte busied herself with her beer. "You're talking like you're going to see him again. Are you?"

"No! Yes! Maybe. Ugh."

"So the problem is?"

Charlotte sighed and released her bottle from her mouth. "The problem? There is no problem. Everything's fine. Have you found anybody worth keeping a hold on?"

Jo pulled a face and rolled her eyes, "In this place?"

As if to prove a point a man appeared on Charlotte's other side, a smirk on his features. "Who's your friend Jo?"

And when Charlotte looked at him she couldn't help the appreciative smile that curled itself up. "Charlotte, and you are?"

"George, nice to meet you Charlotte. I haven't seen you around here before. You new?"

She could feel Jo's shaking head on her back and did her best to ignore it as she took in warm brown eyes and a head of black hair. The guy wasn't much taller than her and he looked a few years older too. But she could deal with that. "I don't make it a habit of coming here, I know I should though."

"If you did then I would have already introduced myself."

She quirked brows up at him. "Is that so?"

He nodded and took the seat finally. "Yep and I assume you're on a job right?"

"Nope," she lied, "just catching up with some old friends. Let me guess, you've just finished one?"

"Bingo. Bagged me a poltergeist."

"Really?"

"It's killed seven others and somebody had to put it down."

Charlotte smirked and leaned closer to say, "A poltergeist. Wow. Check you out." And the guy seemed to lean in closer. She squashed the eye roll and pulled herself back up in her seat. "Sorry George, I've only got eyes for Jo."

Out of the corner of her eye she watched Jo splutter on the drink she'd had in her hand. Another smirk coiled itself around her lips. "That's a little hard for me understand you see," and she could feel the heat of his body just inches from her. She turned and found him leaning a little too close for comfort. "I can spot a queer from the other side of the room. You are no queer."

"And you have no concept of the word personal space."

"Come on," he said and he got up off the bar stool to stand next to her. "I can have you done and begging for more in ten minutes." She stared at him. Long and hard. For several seconds. Eventually George began to shift in his seat. "Oh come on girl, you gotta give a man an answer."

"You know, up until you said that, I was interested. Now? Not so much."

"Hey Jo," the man said as he stood up, "You got a prude friend here or what?"

Charlotte almost jumped up and smacked in him in the mouth. It was the look from Ellen that pinned her to her seat with a glare. Once she was certain the man had shuffled away she spoke, "What? The man thinks he's a sex God! He doesn't deserve anybody in bed with him."

Jo chuckled as she brought herself back to her other side. "Yeah well, he still scores."

"Because the girls he does score with have half of their brain cells." The other girl just laughed and Charlotte swore she saw Ellen's mouth twitch with a curl. "How's everything been down here with you anyway Jo?"

"You know what would be great to do? Go on a hunt."

Charlotte rolled her eyes and shook her head. "It's not all it's cracked up to be. Trust me."

"You've been on a hunt? What did you hunt?"

Fuck. She ducked her eyes, ground her teeth together and took another sip of beer as she collected words in her mouth. "Just a ghost. But I hated it. It's not glamorous and it is not worth wasting my life on."

"Yeah but, you're helping people though."

Charlotte levelled a gaze with her. "And still most of them want you to turn around and never come back again. My advice? Don't get into it."

Jo held her gaze with Charlotte for several seconds before she jumped off from her seat and strode across to the opposite side of the room, a glare set into her features. Charlotte sighed and fixed her gaze on the bottle in front of her. "I hope you're happy Ellen. Your daughter hates me for what I just said."

"Yeah well, I appreciate it. At least it's one more voice to back her down."

She offered the older woman a tight smile before she slumped and turned to face the room. "Can I get another beer?"

"Sure."

Jo was stood talking to patrons, customers and eventually the girl sat herself next to Ash on the pool table, just talking. She hated lying to Jo but Ellen and Bobby had asked that she kept the hunting side of her life on the low down whilst she was in the roadhouse. Even Bobby wasn't a hundred percent with her hunting. The man vocalised that she do nothing but the simple of ghosts, salt and burn, and that if it were anything else to leave it to somebody else or for him to take it with her.

The man had asked her more than enough times if she would just settle down with a normal job and try to live a normal life. At least for a while. He'd asked that just a few days ago and she'd turned round and said, "How can I when I know what's out there? I can't. Simple as that. I can't just turn my back on it and forget it all."

The look on his face had made her hate herself, the way his eyes fell, sad and angry in the same moment. That was her main reason for coming out to the roadhouse. Ellen was the closest thing she had to a mother and when Bobby couldn't be asked for advice she was the next best thing. Even if she was in another state.

She turned back to the bar and looked up to see Ellen staring at, one brow up. "Talk sunshine."

Charlotte sighed and started, "Bobby wants me to try to live a normal life. To you know, get a job, a house, have co-workers who are friends, a nine to five job. Commuting. I-" she searched for the words and let her head hang for a second whilst she shook it. Then her eyes found Ellen's. She shrugged, opened her mouth to speak and let it fall shut again.

"You know what I'd say Charlotte. I'm with Bobby. Hunting ain't what everyone here makes it out to be."

"I know that, I do." She nodded. "I almost watched somebody be killed by a frigging poltergeist of all things. But I can't just, just turn my back on it all. My mum died to supernatural things, so did my mum and I've practically been brought up around it. I see stuff everywhere and, I just can't stop that." And now Ellen was wearing the same look Bobby had given her and the pit of self-hatred started again. "Please don't look at me like that."

Ellen sighed and settled both hands onto the counter. "Okay. You know about hunting and you can't forget about it. So don't. But try to get a job. Try to do you know, normal things. For Bobby's sake and mine. But hunting is not worth wasting your life on."

She pulled a face at the echo of her words and lost herself in her beer. Some days, she hated coming to the Roadhouse.

Some days she hated that Ellen was right.

By the time Hunters had started to file out of the Roadhouse Jo was softening up to Charlotte. By the time the last Hunter had left Jo sat down next to her. "You mean that?"

She put her sixth bottle of beer down and looked over at the other woman. "Mean what?"

"About not wasting your life on hunting?"

No. "Yeah."

"You got anywhere to stay tonight?"

Charlotte smirked. "Why? You want to braid each other's hair and do our nails whilst we talk about boys and the latest fashions?"

Jo laughed and shook her head. "We still have that guest room and it'd be nice to play pool with somebody new. Plus maybe we can talk about boys."

"On one condition."

"What?"

"I don't pay for the beer."

"Oh you're paying for the beer alright."

Charlotte smiled as the younger woman jumped from the bar and ambled over to the pool table, already picking up a cue as Charlotte said, "Fair enough. Game on bitch."

"Oh you are so going to lose!"