All Roads Where They Lead 3/?
Title: All Roads Where They Lead 3/?
Author: not_from_stars
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Jo Harvelle
Rating/Category: PG-13/Gen
Summary: She almost didn't answer it because the last time she answered a call late at night, it had nearly broken her.
Words: 658
Notes: This fic is part of a work in progress that was started last year for the j2_spn_bigbang. I plan to finish it at some point because I like the ideas that were running through my head after tinylegacies and I came up with the original idea.
She was alone at Bobby's place when the phone call came in. She almost didn't answer it because the last time she answered a call late at night, it had nearly broken her. However, nursing a broken leg meant that there wasn't really much she could do right now besides answer the phone and take messages for him. He had been very insistent that if she tried to go on hunts before she was completely healed that he'd call Ellen. The last thing she wanted was to have to deal with both Ellen and Bobby, so she hadn't pushed it. The phone rang again and she reached for it.
"Singer Salvage."
There was dead silence on the other in and then a husky voice said. "I need to talk to Bobby."
"Bobby's not here right now, can I take a message?"
"Who is this?"
"Jo. Who the hell is this?"
"Dean."
Jo's breath caught and her hand clenched around the phone. "I don't know who the hell you think you are but that's not funny and I hope Bobby kicks your ass when he finds out who you are!" She slammed down the phone, her entire body shaking.
The phone rang again, and instead of answering, Jo just let it ring. When the phone stopped ringing, she swallowed hard and started to relax into the couch, trying to still her shaking.
A joke. Someone's idea of a sick prank.
That's what she kept telling herself, but the small voice in the back of her head kept telling her that whomever had been on the phone had sounded an awful lot like Dean. That voice in her head was very insistent, and Jo kept trying to shake that thought away.
Dean was dead. Sam had called her to tell her the news himself. He wouldn't have told her something like that unless he had confirmed it himself. He wouldn't have done that to her -- or to anybody.
She didn't know who had been on that phone, but one thing was clear in her head. If someone had Bobby's number than it was possible that they also had his address. If someone had his address than it was entirely possible that they might show up here. That someone would probably be counting on finding her helpless in the house since she had said Bobby wasn't there.
That someone was going to be awfully damned surprised then.
Jo spent the next half an hour moving slowly around the house, making sure the usual protections Bobby had in place were still there. She even put fresh salt along the windows and doors. She had a flask of holy water in her pocket and a pistol in the chair cushion where she was sitting -- as well as her dad's knife. She also had grabbed one of the salt-filled shotguns in the house and had it by her side. She wasn't taking any chances, and if someone was pretending to be Dean they were in for a world of hurt.
When she heard the strange vehicle pull up outside the house, she was ready for it. She brought the loaded shotgun up to aim at the door. She was quiet as she heard footsteps coming up to the door and her hand tensed when the knock came. However, she didn't answer or let out a sound. When she didn't answer the knock, she saw the doorknob begin to turn. She positioned her finger on the trigger and when the door opened, she waited until the man stepped across the threshold before she fired.
The shot caused him to fly back out onto the porch and she heard silence for a long moment. That silence was broken but a string of curses ending in something that she couldn't make out.
She stood up, but didn't move towards the door. She heard him get up.
"Damn it, Jo! You didn't have to shoot me!"
Author: not_from_stars
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Jo Harvelle
Rating/Category: PG-13/Gen
Summary: She almost didn't answer it because the last time she answered a call late at night, it had nearly broken her.
Words: 658
Notes: This fic is part of a work in progress that was started last year for the j2_spn_bigbang. I plan to finish it at some point because I like the ideas that were running through my head after tinylegacies and I came up with the original idea.
She was alone at Bobby's place when the phone call came in. She almost didn't answer it because the last time she answered a call late at night, it had nearly broken her. However, nursing a broken leg meant that there wasn't really much she could do right now besides answer the phone and take messages for him. He had been very insistent that if she tried to go on hunts before she was completely healed that he'd call Ellen. The last thing she wanted was to have to deal with both Ellen and Bobby, so she hadn't pushed it. The phone rang again and she reached for it.
"Singer Salvage."
There was dead silence on the other in and then a husky voice said. "I need to talk to Bobby."
"Bobby's not here right now, can I take a message?"
"Who is this?"
"Jo. Who the hell is this?"
"Dean."
Jo's breath caught and her hand clenched around the phone. "I don't know who the hell you think you are but that's not funny and I hope Bobby kicks your ass when he finds out who you are!" She slammed down the phone, her entire body shaking.
The phone rang again, and instead of answering, Jo just let it ring. When the phone stopped ringing, she swallowed hard and started to relax into the couch, trying to still her shaking.
A joke. Someone's idea of a sick prank.
That's what she kept telling herself, but the small voice in the back of her head kept telling her that whomever had been on the phone had sounded an awful lot like Dean. That voice in her head was very insistent, and Jo kept trying to shake that thought away.
Dean was dead. Sam had called her to tell her the news himself. He wouldn't have told her something like that unless he had confirmed it himself. He wouldn't have done that to her -- or to anybody.
She didn't know who had been on that phone, but one thing was clear in her head. If someone had Bobby's number than it was possible that they also had his address. If someone had his address than it was entirely possible that they might show up here. That someone would probably be counting on finding her helpless in the house since she had said Bobby wasn't there.
That someone was going to be awfully damned surprised then.
Jo spent the next half an hour moving slowly around the house, making sure the usual protections Bobby had in place were still there. She even put fresh salt along the windows and doors. She had a flask of holy water in her pocket and a pistol in the chair cushion where she was sitting -- as well as her dad's knife. She also had grabbed one of the salt-filled shotguns in the house and had it by her side. She wasn't taking any chances, and if someone was pretending to be Dean they were in for a world of hurt.
When she heard the strange vehicle pull up outside the house, she was ready for it. She brought the loaded shotgun up to aim at the door. She was quiet as she heard footsteps coming up to the door and her hand tensed when the knock came. However, she didn't answer or let out a sound. When she didn't answer the knock, she saw the doorknob begin to turn. She positioned her finger on the trigger and when the door opened, she waited until the man stepped across the threshold before she fired.
The shot caused him to fly back out onto the porch and she heard silence for a long moment. That silence was broken but a string of curses ending in something that she couldn't make out.
She stood up, but didn't move towards the door. She heard him get up.
"Damn it, Jo! You didn't have to shoot me!"