I pretend and pray it all away searching for a place to hide
She doesn't talk to her mother. They exchange terse voicemails, but not much else. Mostly they correspond by way of Bobby. It's an arraignment none of them favor, but she thinks it's better than nothing.
They fight too damn much, but that's just how they are.
She's pulling her hair -- way too long now and in dire need of a trim -- into a braid when the door opens, but she doesn't pay it any mind. Her hunter instinct turned off a couple weeks back. She figures it's just either Sam or Dean with breakfast.
Whoever it is clears their throat and she whirls around, braid whipping around too fast to be safe and she has to bat it out of her face. "Mom?"
Ellen nods like the answer was going to be something different and she's across the floor in a second flat and she's already crying.
See, her Mom knows what it's like to lose someone you love to this sick life they have, so she just rubs Jo's back and doesn't tell her it's gonna be alright, because they both know it ain't. Just like they both know Jo isn't gonna leave until Dean has.
"M'sorry Mom," comes out in a crackly whisper and she presses her forehead into Ellen's shoulder.
"I know, Jo, I know."
They fight too damn much, but that's just how they are.
She's pulling her hair -- way too long now and in dire need of a trim -- into a braid when the door opens, but she doesn't pay it any mind. Her hunter instinct turned off a couple weeks back. She figures it's just either Sam or Dean with breakfast.
Whoever it is clears their throat and she whirls around, braid whipping around too fast to be safe and she has to bat it out of her face. "Mom?"
Ellen nods like the answer was going to be something different and she's across the floor in a second flat and she's already crying.
See, her Mom knows what it's like to lose someone you love to this sick life they have, so she just rubs Jo's back and doesn't tell her it's gonna be alright, because they both know it ain't. Just like they both know Jo isn't gonna leave until Dean has.
"M'sorry Mom," comes out in a crackly whisper and she presses her forehead into Ellen's shoulder.
"I know, Jo, I know."