Introducing Jo! She's harder to write than I expected, please let me know what you think. Not too much in this chapter, but she'll be in the next couple quite a bit. :) As always, thanks for reading and reviewing!

Sometime in the afternoon, the third day after Bobby left, Amelia heard a car pull up and then a knocking at the door. Placing her most recent book on supernatural creatures on the floor, she wandered to the door, checking her holy water and salt. A petite young woman stood there, twenties maybe. Fitted flannel, ripped jeans, nice blonde hair. She gaped at Amelia. Bobby had drilled the importance of observing into her, so she quickly glanced up and down the strange woman. Shapeshifter, maybe, or demon. Most likely not a vampire out in the sunlight.

"Where's Bobby?" the girl took a step back, reaching behind her back.

"Whoa," Amelia held up her hands. She now wished she had put on something more presentable than her brother's ratty old oversized sweatshirt and yesterday's jeans. A shower would have been a good idea as well. "He's out helping Garth."

Amelia glanced at the car, and saw a middle aged woman in the front seat, sleeping against the window.

The strange woman's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"

"I'm Amelia," she answered.

In response, she received a face full of water. "Not a demon," she snapped, and in return splashed the girl on the porch with her holy water.

She sputtered, and wiped a hand over her face. "I'm not a demon either."

"Silver?" Amelia tossed the girl her silver knife. She caught it, sighed, and held it to the inside of her arm, hard enough to draw a thin line of blood.

"No shapeshifter, you?"

Amelia took the girl's knife, and repeated the demonstration on her own arm.

"I'm Jo Harvelle," she said, and they gave each other back their knives. "Now who the hell are you and why are you in Bobby's house?"

"Ah, Jo, right," Amelia nodded, "Bobby told me about you. Your mother's Ellen, she used to own a hunter bar, right?"

Jo crossed her arms, glaring at Amelia. "Yes. Stop avoiding the question. Who are you?"

"I'm Amelia, like I said. Vampires killed my family a couple months back, Bobby's showing me the ropes."

"Right. Bobby the paranoid hermit," Jo scoffed.

"Call him up if you want," Amelia shrugged. "Why are you here anyways?"

Jo glanced back at the car. "My mom got her leg broken by a ghost, and I decided this would probably be the best place for her to heal up."

"Sure, I'm sure Bobby wouldn't mind. The spare bedrooms are empty if she can make it up the stairs."

"She's pretty strung out on pain pills right now," Jo sighed.

"Well, the couch then."

After Amelia had been introduced to Ellen, who also insisted on dousing her with holy water, the two girls managed between them to get Ellen in the house and deposited more or less comfortably on the couch. Ellen settled back into the couch, pain wrinkling her face, but fell asleep again fairly soon.

The girls stood in the kitchen, trying not to make eye contact.

"Beer?" Amelia suggested, grabbing one for herself.

"Sure," Jo jumped on the suggestion.

They opened them, and sipped, again lapsing into silence.

"So you hunt with your mother," Amelia volunteered.

"Yea," Jo nodded. "The last couple years."

"Cool," she took a sip.

A few awkward seconds passed.

"I'm sorry about your family," Jo told her.

Amelia shrugged. Nothing to say to that, really. Just take another drink.

The silence grew.

"Well, I'm going to grab a couple bags from the car. You said the bedrooms are open?"

"Yea, need a hand?"

"No, I got it," Jo turned to the door, and paused. "Where are you staying then?"

"Panic room."

"Oh." Jo studied her for a few seconds, then opened the door.

Amelia took a breath when Jo stepped outside. She had used more words in that conversation than Bobby and her usually exchanged in a whole day. With a grimace, she drained her beer, and tossed the bottle in the garbage, pulling another one from the fridge. Wonderful. Hopefully Bobby would be back soon. At this rate, by the time he returned she would be more of an alcoholic than him. She picked up her book, and re-immersed herself in the lore of corporal monsters.

Jo brought a couple duffel bags in from the car, and walked past her up the stairs without a word. Amelia heard the shower turn on a few minutes later. Ellen dosed on the couch, tossing and turned every now and then. Amelia rubbed her eyes. The handwritten words had faded a few centuries ago, and it strained her eyes to concentrate on the yellow pages for too long. Jo emerged from upstairs before Amelia made it too much farther in the book.

"Leftover lasagna in the fridge," Amelia told her, without looking up. "If you're hungry. Lettuce, too, if you're the salad type."

"Thanks," Jo grunted, and Amelia heard the fridge door creak.

A ringing phone suddenly split the air. Amelia rocked back in her chair, grabbed the ringing phone, and double checked the name underneath it.

"Agent Willis' office," she answered in her best secretary voice. "No, I'm afraid he isn't in today... I can have him call you back when he gets back in?... Of course... Ah yes, Agents Wayne and Kent... No, not at all... Have a nice day sir."

She hung up the phone, then chuckled. "Wayne and Kent," she shook her head, with another laugh. "That has to go down on my list of favorites."

Jo took the head of lettuce out of the fridge, and laughed with her. "If you're going to make fakes, might as well have some fun with it."

"Superheroes though?" Amelia flipped a page. "Has to be the Winchesters."

"You know them, too?" asked Jo, as she made herself a salad.

"Yea, they were the ones who found me."

"How long have you been here?"

"About two months, now."

"I see. Where are you from?"

Amelia shrugged. "All over. My family moved around a lot when I was a kid. Midwest, mostly. Went to school in Nebraska before I came here."

"I grew up in Nebraska," Jo said. "That's where the Roadhouse was before it got blown up."

Silence fell again.

Two days later, Bobby came in the front door, duffel slung over his shoulder. Jo and Ellen sat at the kitchen table, pouring over old books. He stopped short when he saw them.

"Bobby!"

"Ellen, Jo."

"My leg got broken," Ellen explained, "ghost. Jo drove us up here and Amelia let us stay. Hope you don't mind."

"Course not," Bobby shook his head. "Where is the kid?"

"M'in here," she called out from the couch. "Could use some help, Irv called, has some wacky case. Can't make any sense of it."

Bobby tossed the duffel on the floor, and walked to Amelia. Books surrounded her, papers with scribbles all over them, and she held onto her coffee mug tightly. Huge dark circles were under her eyes.

"Whatcha got?"

With Bobby back, they solved the case within the next hour, and Bobby called the hunter up.

Amelia rolled over on the couch without another word, burying her head in the pillow, and fell asleep almost instantly.

"I'm taking a nap, too," Jo announced with a yawn, and wandered upstairs, leaving Ellen and Bobby alone.