spn- Joanna Livingston I Presume? 1/?
Title: Joanna Livingston I Presume? 1/?
Author: Liv
Claim: Joanna Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
30_childrenTheme: 25. Bad News
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or it’s characters. I do own Joanna, so please don’t use her without my permission.
Author’s Note: Joanna’s about 16 here, in Elizaville, Indiana and the lore for that area is a ‘monster’ called Boone.
Joanna had her back to Sam and Dean as she riffled through her suit case, looking for her silver knife.
“Alright, Jo, what’s the rule here?” asked Dean, crossing his arms over his chest and giving Joanna a look.
“No screaming,” she said, finding her knife and running her index finger along the edge of it. “And no cemeteries.”
“Alright,” muttered Dean nodding approvingly. He placed his hand on his daughter’s shoulder and turned her around so she’d face him, her dirty blonde hair falling into her eyes. “You know you don’t have to go to school right?”
“Dean,” warned Sam, looking up from his laptop.
“I’ll be fine, Daddy,” said Joanna, rising up on her toes and kissing Dean on the cheek.
“Alright,” said Dean with a grin placing his hands on his hips and looking down at her. “Do you have your cell?”
“Yes.”
“Note books?”
“Yup.”
“Writing stuff?”
“Yeah.”
“Text books.”
“Yeah.”
“Silver knife?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Holy Water, rock salt and your gun?”
“Yup.”
“Alright- wait, did I give you lunch money?”
“Dad, just let me go,” said Joanna with a laugh, shaking her head and walking out of the slightly dingy apartment. Dean and Sam watched her go, a frown on Dean’s face.
“She’s gonna fuck everything up.”
“It’s what she does, Dean,” said Sam, patting Dean on the shoulder. “She’s get’s it from you.”
“Nuh-uh.”
.
Joanna stared in amusement at her ‘new school’. It looked just like every other one she’d been too. She looked over her shoulder discretely, knowing that Sam and Dean were watching her. She’d done this before, but never by herself. It was easy enough.
Joanna waited patiently in the admissions office, picking at her nails and giving almost dirty looks at the receptionist, who looked like she very much wanted to stick a ruler in her eye. After about ten minutes of waiting, the wretched woman looked up at her and sneered.
“Oh, you can go in now,” Joanna stood up, slugging her postal bag over her shoulder and giving the lady a look before walking past her and into the office behind her, muttering nasty things about where she could stick her yellow cardigan.
The admissions lady looked like the woman who played Professor McGonagall in those old Harry Potter movies. She beckoned Joanna to close the door and sit, standing up and adjusting the bun on the back of her head.
“Joanna...Livingston?” asked the woman, raising an eyebrow at Joanna who nodded politely.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Fantastic. Let’s get you your class schedule.”
.
Joanna was bored out of her fucking skull. The towns people were as boring as the fucking town. All they would talk about was mindless Valley Girl crap and muscle cars. She wondered briefly if Sam and her dad had to put up doing this while they were growing up. She’d been ushered into a fairly good-looking group of people, who had no opinions and fluff for brains. The only two worth mentioning were the only two who looked like they weren’t going to fuck each other right there on the lunch tables. She need to make conversation because the silence was killing her.
“So I heard this towns kind of haunted,” said Joanna, leaning forward over the table. The only two worth mentioning, Stacey and Ron, looked up at her and then at each other. Joanna saw something light up in there eyes and took it as a warning.
“Do you really want a thrill?” asked Stacey, glancing at Ron who smirked and leaned across the table to whisper in Joannna’s ear.
“There’s this old high school near the cemetery,” he muttered, his voice hissing in her ear. “It’s a wild time. Full of spooky shit.”
Joanna pulled away from him slightly, staring at him then looking at Stacey. Her dad was going to kill her. “I’m in.”
.
“Damn it,” muttered Joanna, giving the door handle another tug. Those bastard’s thought it was funny to take her up to the third floor? Now she was going to have to wait until morning to get out.
“Perfect,” she said, shaking her head and looking up at the ceiling. “Fucking fantastic.”
It took a her a minute to gather where she was, and she paced the room quietly, looking for any way to get out or pry the door open with. Nothing. Joanna groaned and sat herself down against the wall, staring at the door with venom. The thought of using her phone to call Sam or her Dad flashed through her mind. It was two o’clock in the morning and she wasn’t back, which meant one of them was waiting up for her, if not both.
Joanna pulled out her phone and stared at it for a moment, the half a bar blinked to nothing every once in a while, but it was her only shot. She pressed the speed dial for Sam and braced herself for the worse, listening to the ring in her ear before Sam picked up.
“Yeah?” He sounded tired, like he’d just gotten up, which meant her dad was waiting up for her. She swore at herself, not really in the mood for getting yelled at for being late, stuck in an abandoned school and waking up Sam.
“Uncle Sam?” asked Joanna hesitantly, her voice cracking slightly.
“Jo!?” Joanna flinched as Sam shouted into his phone, she heard something crash onto the floor, and figured her dad was just scared shitless. She heard arguing for a moment before Dean’s voice crackled through the receiver.
“Joanna Quinn Winchester, where in hell are you,” Dean shouted into the voice. Joanna flinched, opening and closing her mouth several times before speaking up, squeezing her eyes shut for her inevitable punishment.
“Trapped in an abandoned school,” said Joanna glumly, she heard Dean swear and her brain raced to come up with an excuse. “It wasn’t my idea though-”
“Tell me where you are, Jo,” interrupted Dean and Joanna heard the disappointment in his voice. She dropped her head against the wall she was sitting against and rattled off the address of the old high school.
“We’ll be there soon.”
“No, Dad-!” started Joanna but either her phone cut out of Dean hung up on her. She opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. After a few minutes she felt the temperature drop drastically and tightened her jacket around her shoulder, pulling her knees up to her chest for warmth.
Something scraped along the window pane to Joanna’s right and she turned her head, not seeing anything but her breath rising in the air. The scraping continued, becoming louder and higher pitched. Moving slowly, Joanna moved her hand to the back of her jeans, pulling her gun out from where she’d hid it.
Cocking it slowly, Joanna stood up, her hand running up the water stained wall, keeping her eyes trained on the direction of the noise. It stopped abruptly, which didn’t help her racing heart, she raised her gun a little higher, wishing Dean and Sam would get there faster.
Joanna’s head snapped in the direction of the locked door as something like shoes started clunking against the floor on the other side.
“Daddy?” she said loud enough for whoever it was behind the door to hear. “S-Sam?” something on the other of the door pushed the door open and for a second Joanna forgot about the rules for that stupid town and screamed.
Author: Liv
Claim: Joanna Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
30_childrenTheme: 25. Bad News
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or it’s characters. I do own Joanna, so please don’t use her without my permission.
Author’s Note: Joanna’s about 16 here, in Elizaville, Indiana and the lore for that area is a ‘monster’ called Boone.
Joanna had her back to Sam and Dean as she riffled through her suit case, looking for her silver knife.
“Alright, Jo, what’s the rule here?” asked Dean, crossing his arms over his chest and giving Joanna a look.
“No screaming,” she said, finding her knife and running her index finger along the edge of it. “And no cemeteries.”
“Alright,” muttered Dean nodding approvingly. He placed his hand on his daughter’s shoulder and turned her around so she’d face him, her dirty blonde hair falling into her eyes. “You know you don’t have to go to school right?”
“Dean,” warned Sam, looking up from his laptop.
“I’ll be fine, Daddy,” said Joanna, rising up on her toes and kissing Dean on the cheek.
“Alright,” said Dean with a grin placing his hands on his hips and looking down at her. “Do you have your cell?”
“Yes.”
“Note books?”
“Yup.”
“Writing stuff?”
“Yeah.”
“Text books.”
“Yeah.”
“Silver knife?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Holy Water, rock salt and your gun?”
“Yup.”
“Alright- wait, did I give you lunch money?”
“Dad, just let me go,” said Joanna with a laugh, shaking her head and walking out of the slightly dingy apartment. Dean and Sam watched her go, a frown on Dean’s face.
“She’s gonna fuck everything up.”
“It’s what she does, Dean,” said Sam, patting Dean on the shoulder. “She’s get’s it from you.”
“Nuh-uh.”
.
Joanna stared in amusement at her ‘new school’. It looked just like every other one she’d been too. She looked over her shoulder discretely, knowing that Sam and Dean were watching her. She’d done this before, but never by herself. It was easy enough.
Joanna waited patiently in the admissions office, picking at her nails and giving almost dirty looks at the receptionist, who looked like she very much wanted to stick a ruler in her eye. After about ten minutes of waiting, the wretched woman looked up at her and sneered.
“Oh, you can go in now,” Joanna stood up, slugging her postal bag over her shoulder and giving the lady a look before walking past her and into the office behind her, muttering nasty things about where she could stick her yellow cardigan.
The admissions lady looked like the woman who played Professor McGonagall in those old Harry Potter movies. She beckoned Joanna to close the door and sit, standing up and adjusting the bun on the back of her head.
“Joanna...Livingston?” asked the woman, raising an eyebrow at Joanna who nodded politely.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Fantastic. Let’s get you your class schedule.”
.
Joanna was bored out of her fucking skull. The towns people were as boring as the fucking town. All they would talk about was mindless Valley Girl crap and muscle cars. She wondered briefly if Sam and her dad had to put up doing this while they were growing up. She’d been ushered into a fairly good-looking group of people, who had no opinions and fluff for brains. The only two worth mentioning were the only two who looked like they weren’t going to fuck each other right there on the lunch tables. She need to make conversation because the silence was killing her.
“So I heard this towns kind of haunted,” said Joanna, leaning forward over the table. The only two worth mentioning, Stacey and Ron, looked up at her and then at each other. Joanna saw something light up in there eyes and took it as a warning.
“Do you really want a thrill?” asked Stacey, glancing at Ron who smirked and leaned across the table to whisper in Joannna’s ear.
“There’s this old high school near the cemetery,” he muttered, his voice hissing in her ear. “It’s a wild time. Full of spooky shit.”
Joanna pulled away from him slightly, staring at him then looking at Stacey. Her dad was going to kill her. “I’m in.”
.
“Damn it,” muttered Joanna, giving the door handle another tug. Those bastard’s thought it was funny to take her up to the third floor? Now she was going to have to wait until morning to get out.
“Perfect,” she said, shaking her head and looking up at the ceiling. “Fucking fantastic.”
It took a her a minute to gather where she was, and she paced the room quietly, looking for any way to get out or pry the door open with. Nothing. Joanna groaned and sat herself down against the wall, staring at the door with venom. The thought of using her phone to call Sam or her Dad flashed through her mind. It was two o’clock in the morning and she wasn’t back, which meant one of them was waiting up for her, if not both.
Joanna pulled out her phone and stared at it for a moment, the half a bar blinked to nothing every once in a while, but it was her only shot. She pressed the speed dial for Sam and braced herself for the worse, listening to the ring in her ear before Sam picked up.
“Yeah?” He sounded tired, like he’d just gotten up, which meant her dad was waiting up for her. She swore at herself, not really in the mood for getting yelled at for being late, stuck in an abandoned school and waking up Sam.
“Uncle Sam?” asked Joanna hesitantly, her voice cracking slightly.
“Jo!?” Joanna flinched as Sam shouted into his phone, she heard something crash onto the floor, and figured her dad was just scared shitless. She heard arguing for a moment before Dean’s voice crackled through the receiver.
“Joanna Quinn Winchester, where in hell are you,” Dean shouted into the voice. Joanna flinched, opening and closing her mouth several times before speaking up, squeezing her eyes shut for her inevitable punishment.
“Trapped in an abandoned school,” said Joanna glumly, she heard Dean swear and her brain raced to come up with an excuse. “It wasn’t my idea though-”
“Tell me where you are, Jo,” interrupted Dean and Joanna heard the disappointment in his voice. She dropped her head against the wall she was sitting against and rattled off the address of the old high school.
“We’ll be there soon.”
“No, Dad-!” started Joanna but either her phone cut out of Dean hung up on her. She opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. After a few minutes she felt the temperature drop drastically and tightened her jacket around her shoulder, pulling her knees up to her chest for warmth.
Something scraped along the window pane to Joanna’s right and she turned her head, not seeing anything but her breath rising in the air. The scraping continued, becoming louder and higher pitched. Moving slowly, Joanna moved her hand to the back of her jeans, pulling her gun out from where she’d hid it.
Cocking it slowly, Joanna stood up, her hand running up the water stained wall, keeping her eyes trained on the direction of the noise. It stopped abruptly, which didn’t help her racing heart, she raised her gun a little higher, wishing Dean and Sam would get there faster.
Joanna’s head snapped in the direction of the locked door as something like shoes started clunking against the floor on the other side.
“Daddy?” she said loud enough for whoever it was behind the door to hear. “S-Sam?” something on the other of the door pushed the door open and for a second Joanna forgot about the rules for that stupid town and screamed.