Jo's Hunt
Title: Jo's Hunt
Author: my_sam_dean
Rating: R
Warning(s): Some language
Spoilers: Refers to Season 2: No Exit
Word Count: 541
Challenge: kowaiyoukai, Jo, hunt, tablecloth, kitchen knife, "That remains to be seen, ass hat."
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW. No profit is being made from this fanfiction.
Beta Acknowledgment: moonstone
Summary: The activity around Jo as she tries to put together a hunt.
A/N: None
Jo researched a hunt, noting the clues on each sheet of paper she had spread out before her. She was busy concentrating, idly flipping her knife back and forth as she read. She listened to the rumble of noise coming from the bar. The sound broke through every time someone came through the swinging doors to go into the basement or back to the kitchen.
She knew her mother hated the fact that she wanted to hunt. Hell, she'd handed off Jo's last hunt to Sam and Dean. If Jo wouldn't have flown out there on her own, she wouldn't have had a part in the hunt that she found. How fair was that?
As if on cue, Ellen came from the bar and refused to look at her daughter at the table. She'd told Jo her feelings about hunting. It was plain to see that her wishes were being ignored. She'd lost many hours of sleep over that girl of hers, and she just decided that she wasn't going to lose any more. If Jo was going to go hunting, nothing was going to stop her, especially not her mother.
Jo didn't look up as Ellen walked past her. The last thing she wanted to do was make eye contact. That would only lead to another argument, and they were always the same. Jo just wanted to figure out what she'd need for this hunt and get out of the Roadhouse so she wouldn't have to work so hard at avoiding her mother.
Ash came out of his room and approached Jo. "I don't think you're going to find all the connections you need in those papers," Ash told her as he scratched the back of his neck.
Ticked, Jo replied, "That remains to be seen, ass hat."
Ash snorted a little and walked a small distance away. He walked back holding a kitchen knife. "So you think tossing one of these around will actually help you?"
"It makes me relax, helps me concentrate."
Considering what Jo said, Ash tried to imitate Jo's knife work. Luckily, the knife hit the table, didn't even mar the tablecloth and clattered on the ground.
"Hmm." Ash rubbed his chin as he looked at the knife on the floor. "There could be more to that than I first thought."
"Ya think? Put it in the sink before my mom sees it on the floor and bans you from the kitchen altogether."
Not wanting to bring Ellen's fury down on him, Ash quickly put the now dirty knife in the sink.
"Well, if you don't think you need my help . . . " he trailed off. Jo just stared at him. "I think I'll go have a beer."
The swinging doors opened again and this time Jo could hear the jukebox playing. It was amazing she could stay sane with all the noise. Just when she thought she was going to have to call it a night because she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore, it all clicked. She scribbled it down before she had a chance to forget anything.
Jo gathered up her papers and brought them to her room. She had a hunt. She could pack tonight and leave in the morning.
Author: my_sam_dean
Rating: R
Warning(s): Some language
Spoilers: Refers to Season 2: No Exit
Word Count: 541
Challenge: kowaiyoukai, Jo, hunt, tablecloth, kitchen knife, "That remains to be seen, ass hat."
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW. No profit is being made from this fanfiction.
Beta Acknowledgment: moonstone
Summary: The activity around Jo as she tries to put together a hunt.
A/N: None
Jo researched a hunt, noting the clues on each sheet of paper she had spread out before her. She was busy concentrating, idly flipping her knife back and forth as she read. She listened to the rumble of noise coming from the bar. The sound broke through every time someone came through the swinging doors to go into the basement or back to the kitchen.
She knew her mother hated the fact that she wanted to hunt. Hell, she'd handed off Jo's last hunt to Sam and Dean. If Jo wouldn't have flown out there on her own, she wouldn't have had a part in the hunt that she found. How fair was that?
As if on cue, Ellen came from the bar and refused to look at her daughter at the table. She'd told Jo her feelings about hunting. It was plain to see that her wishes were being ignored. She'd lost many hours of sleep over that girl of hers, and she just decided that she wasn't going to lose any more. If Jo was going to go hunting, nothing was going to stop her, especially not her mother.
Jo didn't look up as Ellen walked past her. The last thing she wanted to do was make eye contact. That would only lead to another argument, and they were always the same. Jo just wanted to figure out what she'd need for this hunt and get out of the Roadhouse so she wouldn't have to work so hard at avoiding her mother.
Ash came out of his room and approached Jo. "I don't think you're going to find all the connections you need in those papers," Ash told her as he scratched the back of his neck.
Ticked, Jo replied, "That remains to be seen, ass hat."
Ash snorted a little and walked a small distance away. He walked back holding a kitchen knife. "So you think tossing one of these around will actually help you?"
"It makes me relax, helps me concentrate."
Considering what Jo said, Ash tried to imitate Jo's knife work. Luckily, the knife hit the table, didn't even mar the tablecloth and clattered on the ground.
"Hmm." Ash rubbed his chin as he looked at the knife on the floor. "There could be more to that than I first thought."
"Ya think? Put it in the sink before my mom sees it on the floor and bans you from the kitchen altogether."
Not wanting to bring Ellen's fury down on him, Ash quickly put the now dirty knife in the sink.
"Well, if you don't think you need my help . . . " he trailed off. Jo just stared at him. "I think I'll go have a beer."
The swinging doors opened again and this time Jo could hear the jukebox playing. It was amazing she could stay sane with all the noise. Just when she thought she was going to have to call it a night because she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore, it all clicked. She scribbled it down before she had a chance to forget anything.
Jo gathered up her papers and brought them to her room. She had a hunt. She could pack tonight and leave in the morning.