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Dean cursed for the third time and once again received an eyeroll from Lucy. "If you had listened to me, you wouldn't need me to do this."

"I wasn't going to let you hunt that thing on your own!"

"I was fine!"

Dean muttered a few more curses as she finished stitching up his arm. "You're such a baby," Lucy teased. Dean just glared at her.

She laughed at him as she put the rest of her stuff into her duffel bag. Sam walked up to her motel room door carrying his and his brother's bag, "Done yet?"

"Yeah, I'm done, but he may need sticker and a lollipop to cheer him up," she said as she carried her bag out to her car.

"Cheer up, Dean. We're going to the Roadhouse," Sam tried.

Dean grumbled past him and out to the Impala, but Sam could've sworn he saw his brother's eyes brighten up just a bit.


Lucy was following the Impala to the Roadhouse to meet the girl that the unflappable Dean Winchester based his opinions on. She actually couldn't wait to meet the girl. She'd heard other hunters talk about the Harvelle's Roadhouse, but she'd never been herself.

She grinned as she saw her chance. She sped around Dean's car and wheeled into the parking lot leaving a cloud of dust and an offended looking Dean just behind her.

She almost fell over laughing at the sight of Dean's glaring, which was not only aimed at her, but at her car as well. Sam desperately tried to keep from laughing, but failed and had a next to murderous glare directed at himself.

The looked melted off the older brother's face at the sound of a screen door slamming. Dean turned to see the one and only Jo Harvelle standing in front of the Harvelle Roadhouse. "Dean?"

"Hey, Jo." The two just watched each other for a few seconds, before Sam breaks the silence.

"This is Lucy, uh-"

"Thorne."

"I'm Jo Harvelle," she smiled politely at Lucy. "You coming inside?"

A few moments later, Lucy was sitting next to Sam and Dean was next to him. Jo was handing them all beers before getting her own. Jo grinned at Dean and said, "I haven't seen you in months, what made you come back around?"

He smiled and it made his face light up a bit, "Well, there's this girl, she works at this bar nearby. She loves REO Speedwagon and she can punch like hell and I just can't stay away." She laughed, and he continued, "She refuses to be a one night stand, but I don't think she knows that she-" he faltered for a second, this had started as a joke, but it had taken a turn too fast for him to catch himself. Lucy realised where it was going just as Dean paused and grabbed the younger Winchester's arm and mumbled something about going outside for some air before half-dragging Sam out of there. Dean would have been grateful had he been aware of anything besides Jo. He swallowed and continued, "she couldn't ever be just another girl." He took a breath, all traces of the joking smiles gone from their faces, "Not to me."

He couldn't look away. His eyes were searching hers, and all he could hear was his own heart pounding.

She opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by the sound of Ellen Harvelle. "I see you boys are alive. Thank goodness, now I can kill you two for not calling."

"Hey, Ellen."

"Don't 'Hey, Ellen' me, you two should've called. Where's your brother? I need him in here, so I can yell at him, too."

Dean and Jo glanced around not having noticed the other two hunters slip out. "I think they, uh, went outside. Something about getting some air," Dean recalled.

"They?"

"We met some other hunter that evidently knows Bobby. He sent us on the hunt when she called him for information. My guess is that he watched her a lot when she was a kid, she's obviously been doing this for a long time, but he's protective of her."

"Mmm," was Ellen's response and she headed for the door as Dean silently hoped his younger brother would have a good explanation.

Jo smirked at the nervous look on his face, "You really are scared of her, aren't you?"

He looked at her pointedly, "Your mother is a terrifying woman."

She laughed at him and said, "You look like you need another beer."

When she walked away to get one he watched her go. He sighed, realizing that their conversation would not be resumed tonight, and probably not for a long time.


Sam jumped at the sound of Ellen Harvelle's voice. "Sam Winchester you know you're supposed to call me or Jo so that we know that you two knuckleheads are still alive!"

Lucy giggled at how the six foot four Sam Winchester cowered at the sound. She hopped of the hood of her car and walked over. "I'm Lucy Thorne," she said. Sam noticed that she had a slight southern accent.

"Ellen Harvelle," she said kindly, "Are you Alex Thorne's daughter?"

"Yes ma'am," her smiled dimmed ever so slightly at her father's name.

Ellen chuckled, "A Thorne hunting with a Winchester…"

"Wait… Winchester?" She laughed, "As in John Winchester?" Sam nodded, clearly confused. "My dad hated John Winchester. They went on a hunt together and he used to rant on about how bad he was. I think he hated him 'cause they were so much alike."

Ellen laughed at that, "He would've hit anyone that told him that. now enough talking." She turned to Sam, "Get inside so I can yell at you and your reckless brother."

There was no argument.


Lucy and Jo had sat down at a booth while Ellen lectured the Winchester brothers. Lucy was the first to speak, "Dean Winchester?"

Jo smiled slightly and explained, "The first time I met him, he was standing in the middle of this room, after closing time. Sam had gone around the other way. I snuck up behind him and pressed my rifle against his lower back. The first thing he said to me was, 'Oh gosh, please let that be a rifle.' The first thing I said to him was, 'No, I'm just really happy to see you.' He took my rifle, I punched him in the face, my mom realized who they were, we talked, he started to flirt but it was the wrong time and wrong place. I said I wouldn't hate to see him again. A few weeks later he was back, I gave him a file on a case I'd wanted to go work, he left, I snuck off and met them there. He saved my ass, and it started as a crush, but now he's my last thought at night, and my first in the morning."

"Damn. You fell hard."

"One-sided love sucks."

Lucy raised an eyebrow, "One-sided?"

"Yes. One-sided. Trust me."

Lucy laughed and took a sip of her beer, "You are blind." Jo furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "You think that's one-sided? Did you not hear him?"

"He flirts all the time."

"Dean? Yeah, I'm sure he does, but not with you. That was not flirting."


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