"Ha ha yeah she's a real pistol but I bet you deserved every word she said." Now Jo did look at her father only it was more of a glare and Sam could see this would turn into another fight.
"So anyways, since we're all here we might as well work this case. Together." Sam was trying to be fire wall between them. Stop the fights from happening before they started. He also knew they wouldn't talk about their feelings, they were too alike. Jo was more than happy to let the fight die. She had a new outlook, peace not war. They ended up agreeing and she told them her number one suspect. After dark they snuck in and shanked the monster from behind. Not the most dignified way to do the job, but it got it done. After that they sat awkwardly in the car on the way to Ellen's road house, Jo and Dean were covered in disgusting monster blood and Sam was in the backseat intending to let them have their moment.
"What do you want from me?" Dean was asking her this not in an accusing way, more like he wanted to heal the wounds that developed between them. Jo scowled at the floor but ended up answering him.
"I don't know, an apology maybe? I want to know why... how you could give your only daughter away." Its not that she thought an apology would help her at all and she could see small bits of what he thought when he gave her to his father. Mostly it seemed like the decision came completely out of the blue, so she wanted it in his words what he was thinking.
"Jo, I was damn scared, and stupid and I couldn't handle it, I was only a kid, I thought you would be safer this way. I didn't think about how it could end up scaring you." Dean was trying to explain how he was thinking, he could give her that much at least.
"No you didn't think, thats the problem." Neither of them looked at each other choosing instead to stare at the road and out the window.
"You don't think if I could do it all again, I would never have chosen this. Now that I know how you feel when you find out? I missed a lot of your life, and now its like your all grown up." This was a very rare moment, he was being serious and tears were actually developing in his eyes, he blinked them away furiously. She was still mad at him and she knew she owed him nothing, but fighting wouldn't help either of them.
"I know Dad. Why don't we hunt together again? Like we used to. Not that its going to be the same, I mean this dead weights coming with us after all." She ruffled her uncles hair, and brought a more joking atmosphere to the tense car. Then she turned on the cassette player and sang along to her favorite tape. After a while Dean joined her and Sam watched happy that his family was finally getting along. All of that changed when they got to the road house.
As soon as they pulled up Jo raced out of the car, he hadn't even actually put on the breaks. Apparently the thought of seeing Holli made her so excited she needed to run. She literally saw her the day before, but she just couldn't get enough. When Dean and Sam got inside Jo and Holli were already sitting at a booth talking in low tones. Holli had to restrain herself from putting her arm around her girlfriend, they didn't' want Jo's family to know about their on-going relationship. They may need an alibi one day and Jo had a sneaking suspicion Dean would ask her 3 trillion questions and think she wasn't good wasn't going to put Holli through that.
"Hey ladies what is happening over here?" Ash walked up to them and it was clear he knew what was going on. Luckily Dean saw this as more of a flirtation then a teasing about relationship thing.
"Ash? Did you spend all your time hitting on underage girls or did you actually find us a way to track this damn demon?" He backed away sensing a fight and not wanting to be involved.
"Cool it man, Peace not war. I've got it right here." Ash went back to the computer and showed them his algorithm.
"You can track the demon with this?" While they talked about finding demons and completely ignored the sharply dressed man stuck on a stool at the other side of the bar, Jo and Holli talked about their respective stalkers.
"Your so lucky you get an angel, as soon as he sat down I knew I wouldn't be able to get rid of him." Holli was talking about the demon that walked into a hunters bar while it was at full swing, sat down and ordered a drink. All while never taking his eyes off of her. He was trying to figure out what was so special about her. Other people that knew her were cautious of the man, but not overly upset about him being here. She got her fair share of stalkers and much fairer share of perverts that hit on her constantly. It didn't seem to bother her so no one bothered the man. Until he burnt himself on the drink he was given that is. Then every eye was on him and every person had some form of weapon out about to let all hell break loose. Before that could happen she sat down next to him, going to give him some mercy for being so stupid.
"What in the hell are you doing here pal? You do know this is a hunters bar, the drinks were turned into holy beverages, the caps of bottles all have salt glued to the top, wine glasses are melded with iron grips and most importantly a pentagram is carved into the bottom of every seat. In other words you are totally screwed."
"That would have been nice to know before I got this assignment." His accent was incredibly thick and he didn't seem too upset at being in the middle of the worst trap imaginable.
"What assignment?" She had to play dumb, not wanting him to know she can actually read his mind.
"Oh you know, an angel told me to make sure you didn't cause trouble, I care about my life so here I am. You think you can take the heat out for me?" For some reason he thought she owed him something for causing this mess. She scoffed and walked away, totally okay with him being torn to pieces. Then as predicted all hell broke loose, chairs were thrown by the force of people getting up. Within seconds the king of the crossroads was surrounded.
"Hello boys, here to take me away?" He took another drink of the scotch not really caring that it burnt.
"Thats the plan." One of them said this before stabbing him, others followed suit but when they were done he was still sitting there smug as ever, without a rip on his clothing or an expression of pain on his face. Plan B they one of them opened a book and started reading, he read the excersisim 3 times before giving up seeing that it wasn't working at all.
"Well boys it appears i'm protected by the divine, but better luck next week." He turned back to his drink. Its not like they gave up but after throwing everything they had at the son of a bitch and not even ripping his suit they eventually went back to their drinks. Satisfied that he was stuck to the stool. After that Holli made him his own bottle of scotch that would fill itself up when it was empty and had no demon proofing, plus it was his favorite kind, incredibly rare, only sold in one place about a hundred years ago. That and the fact that he felt like worshiping at her feet cemented in him the belief that she was A Queen. Now he watched interested as the Queen of Hell talked with some other girl, they were very close it was obvious, perhaps even lovers. Crowley hated the girl immediately and could guess why. Now he looked at both of them intently and cat called, which might not have been the best idea with Dean in the room.
"Hey girls get your butts over here. I want to talk to you real close." He meant to sound intimidating, as in scare the Queens, the people that didn't even have to move to turn him to dust. They laughed and didn't come to him, ah well points for trying. Dean however did.
"Hey pal, what are you doing." This wasn't going to end well. Jo got up and got between them, if Crowley said the wrong thing this could end bloody.
"Calling to those whores over there, I have enough money to get both of them I think, after all I get free drinks." Uh-oh Dean took the bottle from him and smashed it against the counter. He had such a temper, but stabbing the demon wasn't going to do anyone any good.
"Dad dad, hey its okay he's joking, actually he's a friend of ours. Its just a joke calm down, put the bottle down." Jo was trying to diffuse the situation, Deans face started to slack, he wasn't exactly calm but he did put the bottle down. Crowley stared at him, if he was the father of a queen, he had to be something special.
"You better listen to your bitch wouldn't want you getting hurt, no would we?" Now Sam had to physically restrain him from stabbing the man with the knife in his back pocket. Thats exactly what Crowley wanted.
"Listen here you limey, mother..." Holli came up behind him and touched the side of his neck, knocking him out cold. The whole bar froze. This wasn't going to end well.
