Part 21 - Epilogue

3 YEARS LATER

Jo was waiting tables at the Roadhouse, filling in for her mom, Ellen Harvelle. For the most part, she liked working here. Sure the hunters could be a little rowdy and obnoxious as they laughed and joked about hunting werewolves and vamps and the occasional demons and they drank a lot more than the average Joe, but Jo has gotten used to the hunting community, grew up in it thanks to her dad. She smiled as she slid another cold beer to a fellow named Garth. Guy didn't look like much, skinny as a stick with average brunette hair but Jo heard he was good.

Good hunter and from the conversations she had with the guy, he was a good person too. He wasn't like many of the other hunters that came by, all gruff and old and had those eyes that saw too much and kept too many secrets. She liked Garth.

"What brings you out here?" she asked as Garth chugged the beer like it was nothing.

He looked up at her with a stupid grin on his face and Jo walked around the bar to sit next to him. "I found someone," he whispered to her like it was a secret. Maybe it was.

Jo just smiled and said, "Oh yeah? Who is it?"

Garth looked around and looked back at Jo with a serious expression on his face. He didn't look like that often so Jo decided to lean in, giving Garth all of her attention, now intrigued even more. "Don't tell anyone, Jo," he said and waited for her to nod. "I met her on a hunt. She was the prettiest woman I've ever seen. But she's a werewolf."

And there it was. Jo raised an eyebrow as Garth looked down at his beer bottle guiltily. "I know we aren't supposed to love the monsters we hunt, but Jo, you gotta trust me when I say that I didn't mean to fall in love. It just happened and she's a good person, er, werewolf," Garth shrugged his shoulders, looking like an overgrown kid being scolded for taking cookies out of the jar without permission.

Jo almost wanted to hug him. "Look, I won't tell anybody," she promised him. "Love happens, right?" If there was anything she learned while watching and listening to other hunters over the years in working here, it was that the world wasn't quite as black and white as she first thought. Garth was a good man and he was usually a good judge of character too. She patted him on the shoulder as the doors opened up and they both looked up to see two tall men walk in.

Jo had never seen the two men before. One had long dark, brown hair that curled at the ends and dark brown eyes that swept across the room in a practiced, swift motion. He wore an old, worn leather jacket over a plaid shirt and dark blue jeans. His companion was almost as tall with cropped golden hair and bright green eyes and light freckles. He was wearing a simple gray tee shirt and jeans and each step he took oozed grace and confidence.

Jo's breath was taken away as she watched them approach the bar. They moved almost as one, like they were connected on a level that went beyond the physical plain. She had seen partners and couples before but this was different somehow.

The blond haired man smiled and Jo could feel her heart melt. His smile lit his whole face, made him shine like a beacon in the dark. Jo could see the brunette smirk at her reaction and Jo had to clear her throat as she tried to get the words out.

"Hi, my name's Jo. Welcome to the Harvelle Roadhouse," she said. "What would you like today?"

"Hi, Jo," the blond flashed another grin. "My name's Dean Singer and that's Sam Winchester. We're just here for some beer, right, Sammy?"

The other man, Sam, just nodded. Jo darted to grab the beer. "Coming right up," she said.

She heard the men talk quietly with Garth as she came back with two bottles of beer and empty glasses. She set them all down as the men took seats at the bar and poured them the beer. "Thanks, Jo," Dean said, before taking his glass and downing it in one swift motion.

Jo nodded, watching as they drank quietly. She went to grab another beer for Garth when he asked, silently grateful to be busy, if only for a moment. She came back to the sound of Garth in the middle of conversation with them again.

"What brings you two out here? Hunting a ruguru? Or is it another werewolf? Those things have been popping up everywhere lately," Garth was saying. He took the beer from Jo and smiled his thanks.

"Are you guys hunters?" Jo asked. She couldn't help it. She had always been fascinated with hunters, especially the son of John Winchester. She hadn't seen Sam personally but she heard stories from her mom and other hunters and she met his dad a couple times. In fact his dad used to hunt with Jo's dad and was one of the reasons Jo wanted to be a hunter.

"Yeah," Sam said. "We're hunters. We're actually trailing a demon this time. Got some intel one of Azazel's followers were still alive. Figured I'd finish what I started, well what my dad started." He looked over to Jo. "How's your mom, Jo?"

Jo blinked. "She's ok. It's her night off. I was just finishing my shift actually. Ash should be here in a couple hours to relieve me."

"Oh. Well that's good," Sam replied. He took a sip from his beer. "Just thought we'd stop by."

They talked for a little bit, each deciding to exchange numbers in case any of them needed help. Jo wanted to linger longer but she had a couple more tables to keep up with as more people decided to show up. Eventually she headed back to the bar.

"I think it's time to hit the road again," Dean was saying as he stood up and stretched. He grinned and looked over to Sam, "Come on, Sammy. That demon ain't gonna exorcise itself." He was already heading to the door before Sam could move.

Sam just sighed and stood up. "Well I guess I gotta go before he decides to leave without me," he told Jo. He slapped down a 20. "Keep the change and tell your mom I said hi," he said. He smiled at her. "See ya later, Jo."

"Bye," Jo said. She watched as the two left. She looked over to Garth who was still staring at the door. He looked curiously forlorn and she wondered if Garth must have known them. "So, you work with them before?"

Garth turned to look at Jo. He sighed. "Yeah. They were there to help me in a pinch. They're good hunters. Good people."

"Yeah," Jo said absently. They had been composed and graceful and just fit together like two halves to a puzzle. She picked up the 20 dollar bill still sitting on the bar.

She sighed to herself. Sam and Dean really did live up to the stories she heard. Beautiful. Mysterious. Dangerous. She looked down at the bill in her hand. Her mom would probably want to know Sam Winchester came by today, along with Dean Singer.

THE END

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