Hey guys! Here's just a short chapter. I'm going to try and upload another chapter later this week since this one is so short. Happy Easter!
Goodbyes are a bitch.
In Jo's opinion, goodbyes were designed by Satan himself to further torture innocent humans. Jo always made a point never to say goodbye to anyone, and nothing was ever going to change that. When the door appeared behind her and Dean, Jo knew she had to leave, even before the Voice whispered it in her ear.
Leaving Dean was one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do, so she promised she'd be back, even though she had no way of knowing if it whether or not that was possible. She told him she loved him, something she'd been dying to say for years, and walked towards the door with tears shining in her eyes. She didn't dare look back at Dean, worried her eyes would betray her promises. She had hoped that her promise would comfort him, but she now worried that she had only caused him pain.
Hope was the most painful of all emotions.
Jo stepped back into the hallway, hearing the door close behind her. When she turned around, she was greeted with a blank wall; the door had vanished. Jo stared at the wall dismally and realized that she had something more powerful than hope: determination. Nothing was going to keep her from Dean, not now, not ever. She would find his door again; she'd figure out how to get back into Dean's world and she'd figure out how to stay.
Jo had been a weakling today-she should've challenged the Voice, shown it that it couldn't boss her around, but Jo had a feeling that she hadn't heard the last of the voice. She'd have her chance. Jo didn't care how long it took; she would find her way back to Dean… No matter what.