Title: What Was and What May Possibly Be?
A Dean/Jo Supernatural Story
This is an alternate universe fanfiction and is based on the storyline premise and monster from the "What Is and What Will Never Be" episode of season two! This author is in no way associated with the writers and/or producers of the Supernatural show and all characters belong to the awesome Eric Kripke and his associates. No copyright infringement is intended.
The story is told in the first person from the POV of Jo Harvelle.
Chapter Seven: Another Mother
OK so things are not exactly perfect in this reality. I mean Sam is dead, Bobby's practically alienated from the family and my mom's husband is a complete ass. I manage to make it through my birthday dinner without incident. Lil' Sammy kept the tension to a minimum with his little boy charm and enthusiam. When is came time for cake and the singing of "Happy Birthday" even the ever stoic Chuck sang along. Maybe Dean is right and it shouldn't matter that my mom willingly married a non-believer. But it does. Somehow to me, it feels as if she's betraying my dad's memory just by being with him.
After dinner, Dean offers to clean up and sends everyone out of the kitchen to relax. It's getting late so I put L'il Sammy to bed. He doesn't protest when I suggest it, just kisses both of his grandparents goodnight before we head upstairs. I read him a story and tuck him in, checking to ensure the windows to his room are secure before heading to bed myself. I take a quick shower and throw on my robe as I hear a knock at the bedroom door. It's my mom.
"I just wanted to say goodnight and happy birthday honey."
"Thanks mom! Dinner was great."
"Are you sure you're alright?" Ellen asks with concern as if she can sense somethings is wrong.
"I'm fine really. Just tired."
"Why do I have the feeling you're not telling me everything?" she questions again.
"Because you're suspicious by nature," I reply.
"Jo?"
"I just...haven't been feeling totally myself lately. Mom about Chuck..." I start.
"I know you don't like him Jo but just because you and Dean wanted Bobby and I to be together, doesn't mean you shouldn't at least give him a chance."
"Why didn't you and Bobby stay together?"
"I dont' think that's any of your business Jo."
"It is when you marry someone who doesn't believe in what we do. Someone who's sheer presence in our lives scars the memory of my dead father!"
It was the wrong thing to say. I knew it as soon as the words uncontrollably escaped my mouth.
"Mom..." I start as if to appologize.
"Don't. Just don't. You feel what you feel Jo. You shouldn't appologize for that. Bu this is my life daughter, not yours. You don't get to decide what's right for me."
"I'm not trying to. I just want to understand mom!"
"No. You want to judge Jo! God you're so righteous, just like your father. It's one of the things I loved about him...that I love about you. Sometimes the ways things are, are not for you to understand. Is it really that wrong for me to want a normal life? Is it? Everyone seems to think so except me. God even Bobby...," she stops herself as if almost giving away too much truth.
"I've already lost one man to the supernatural cause and I almost didn't get over it. I won't put myself into a situation where I'll lose another. "
"That's it isn't it? You can't be with Bobby because of hunting. You're too afraid of losing him like you lost Dad so you cut it off before you things became too serious? I hate to break this to you mom but if we ever lose Bobby, you'll probably feel the same heartbreak as you would if you'd given yourself the opportunity to be happy with him. The only difference is the regret you'll feel for the time you missed out on."
"I can't talk about this Jo. It's done. I've made my choice."
"You're right mom. What you do with YOUR life is not my business but tell Chuck that he can't command me like a soldier in his army brigade. If you don't want me to judge him, then I expect the same from him."
"I'll make sure he knows. Goodnight Jo" she says and turns to exit my room
"Goodnight," I stop her calling "Mom" once she reaches the door.
"I love you. I just want you to be happy."
"Who says I'm not." Then she leaves running into Dean as he enters our room.
"Night Ellen," he says as mom enters the hallway. She just smiles.
Dean closes the door before turning to look at me with a quizzical expression.
"Yeah that didn't go so well," I sigh.
He smiles and holds up some old dusty texts I hadn't noticed he was holding.
"Up for some research?" he asks.
"Why not," I reply sitting down on the bed.
I guess my perfect little Djinn reality doesn't include a tension free relationship with my mother. I mean it's not like we didn't fight like cats and dogs in my other reality too. It's just in this world, she isn't really like the Ellen Harvelle I know and it's freaking me out! I mean when did my mother ever want a normal life? She has a shot gun collection for gods sake!
I guess it's time to figure this bitch out.
End Chapter Seven.
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