The Stories of Jo Harvelle
Terminal Velocity Chapter 3
Jo finished her and thought she might go check on Sam if he didn't appear soon. But a minute later Sam walked through the front door. Jo laughed to herself it only took maybe five seconds before ninety percent of females were staring. One pretty redhead waitress stopped in mid-delivery and asked Sam what she could get him. Jo shook her head, Sam looked like he was blushing. To darn funny, the man knew he had some effect on women but seemed uncomfortable with it. Maybe he just had the good graces to look flattered who knows. But Dean would have strutted his stuff all the way to the bar. Jo was glad Sam was different than Dean in this way, because she could only put up with so much.
As Sam approached Jo got up, gave him a light hug and whispered, we are going to drown in the drool you've created. Sam did his quick laugh and put his head down. Jo told him to sit and walked over to the bar and ordered them both a beer. She leaned against the bar waiting for her order to be up when the "reckless driver" came to stand by her. He told the bartender give the lady whatever she likes, it's on me. Jo plastered a huge smile on her face and turned to face the man. Jo said thanks grabbed the beers and started to walk away, when the guy touched her arm. He told Jo, a least give me your name, I'm really sorry I almost hit you. He held out his hand again, Jo seen Sam starting to head towards her. She gave him a look and he sat back down. Jo moved both beers to one hand and shook the guys hand. I'm Jo and you are, she asked. I'm Michael. Well thanks again for the beer. And with that she walked back over to Sam. Sam asked what all that was about. He was frowning when she finished the story. Jo changed the subject and asked how Bobby was doing. He's alright grumpy as heck but you know Bobby.
Jo looked Sam in the eyes and stated so what did Dean do that you needed to get away, she asked. Sam smiled you know me to well. The usual, he's just being Dean. Jo caught moment in the back ground, looks like its time to race. They got up and followed the crowd outside. Sam looked at Jo, how about I ride with you and pick up the car later. Jo cheerful, hoped in the truck. Well hurry up, I don't want to miss the first race. Sam through his bag behind the seat and got in. Most of the cars were speeding down the road already, so Jo gave the truck some gas and off they went. They drove in silence for a few moments, then Sam spoke. Jo I really am sorry things are so messed up. Jo turned to Sam and said, it's not your fault Sam. Life is crazy, you never know what's going to happen. That's partly the beauty of it, full of surprise. Sam looked like he had a lot more to say but stayed quiet. They arrived just as some girl started waving what looked like a bra to signal the racers to take off.
Sam put the tail gate and held out a hand to help Jo into the back of the bed. Normally Jo would have told a guy she could do it herself. But with Sam it didn't matter he knew who she really was. They sat on the cab watching the race. So what did you find asked Jo. Nothing, everything came out clean, replied Sam. The races continued, the crowd was to loud for much conversation. Looking out at the races Jo thought, these people have no idea what's really going on. She hoped they could find and stop whatever was killing before it happened again. Sam tried to watch the races and keep his mind blank. But he was having a hard time. Sitting here with Jo reminded him attending football games with Jessica. Jessica had been an avid fan and very vocal. He could reminder the feeling of excitement when her favorite team would score. Tears threatened but Sam held them in. He felt more lost than ever, he wondered how he and Dean had gotten to the place they were now. Dean may have went to hell, but he was sure they were living in part of it right now.