spn - The Freak with the Gun in Her Lunchbox
Title: The Freak with the Gun in Her Lunchbox
Author: Liv
Characters: Joanna Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, a few oc’s, mentions of Jo Harvelle
Rating: PG-13
Summery: In which Joanna kicks ass and takes names.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural, any characters you don’t recognize are mine and should not be used without my permission.
Author’s Note: written for spawnfic-tues. I’ve insinuated that Jo is an important hunter, and when I’ve figured out what important things she’s doing I’ll write about it.
“Got your homework?”
Joanna nodded, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder. “Sam helped me finish it.”
“What was it? Spanish?”
“It‘s not like we use it,” said Joanna with a shrug. “If we could take Latin I’d be all over that shit.”
“Life’s full of disappointments,” said Dean, the corners of his mouth tugging into a grin. “What about your gun?”
“In my lunchbox,” Dean gave her a look and Joanna rolled her eyes at him. “In the compartment under my lunchbox.”
“How’s you’re tattoo?”
“It doesn’t itch anymore,” said Joanna pulling up the sleeve of her left arm to show Dean the three week old tattoo on her arm, craning her head around to see the ink. “I still don’t get why I had to get this now.”
“Better to be safe than sorry,” murmured Dean. “A necklace can be taken off, ‘sides I don’t want to have to exercise your ass.”
Joanna rolled her eyes again, pushing her sleeve back down. “Love you too, Daddy.”
“You want me to drive you?” Joanna gave him a look. “What? Oh, c’mon driving to school in the Impala? You’ll have people worshiping the ground you walk on.”
“You assume I enjoy the attention I get,” Dean chuckled at her and jerked his head in the direction of the car.
“Go get into the car and I’ll drive you to school.”
Joanna muttered to herself, turning on her heel and stalking out of the motel room, Dean on her heels. At thirteen years old Joanna Winchester had gone through being labeled as the new kid three times in the last year. It was the middle of April with only two months left of the school year and a werewolf running rampant through the hole in the wall town in Indiana that Joanna hadn’t bothered to learn the name of.
Dean slowed to a stop in front of the middle school, staring out the window with disgust. He winced at the clicks of middle schoolers and turned to Joanna. “You have any problems just call me.”
“I wont.”
“Just in case you do-”
“Dad, I’ll be fine,” said Joanna, leaning over and kissing Dean on the cheek. “I’ll see you after school?”
“Right here.”
Joanna climbed out of the car, moving around it to the other side, folding her arms across the open window and giving her dad a grin. “Have fun with Sam.” Dean reached out the window and ruffled her blonde hair.
“Go learn some shit.”
Joanna flipped her hair over her shoulder and adjusted the straps on her backpack, turning and walking into the school yard. Dean waited until she disappeared into the building before he turned the car back on and drove away.
.
“I’m just saying, maybe we should try other methods to bring it out instead of stomping around it’s hunting ground,” began Sam for the third time, following a few steps behind Dean as they examined the recent crime scenes. Dean opened his mouth to nix the idea again when his phone went off. The two men stopped bickering as Dean pulled out his phone, frowning when he didn’t recognize the number.
“Hello?” a pause and then, “Yeah, this is him.” Sam frowned, watching Dean expression change from confused to worried and finally to annoyed. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“What’s going on?” asked Sam. Dean pocketed his cell and turned back in the direction of the car. Sam followed. “Dean, what’s going on?”
“Joanna got in a fight.”
“She what?” shouted Sam, stopping in his tracks. “Did she win?”
“She better had.”
.
Dean stalked into the main office of the middle school he had dropped Joanna off at maybe two hours ago, not in the mood to deal with the snot nose brat who was going to whine and bitch and moan until they got their way. He didn't want to deal with Joanna or the kid she beat up either.
It wasn't like this was something new. Joanna got into fights all the time, usually with older boys who thought she was older than she looked and couldn't keep their pervy hands to themselves. Hopefully, this would be the same thing.
The woman behind the desk was too thin, too old and looked like a dolphin if she turned her head just so.
Dolphin Lady looked up at him when he walked in, her eyes narrowing as he stopped at the desk and flashed a grin at her.
"Dean Winchester-"
"The principle's office is the last door at the end of the hall," interrupted the Dolphin Lady, turning her head back down, leaning Dean with his mouth still hanging open. He shut it and moved quickly down the hall, shooting a glare over his shoulder at the woman before he reached the end of the hall.
Dean knocked as politely as he could and entered when he was told, his eyes sweeping the office, taking in the degrees on the wall, photos of old class pictures, the woman herself and finally landing on Joanna. She had a bloody lip, her knuckles were split open and the beginnings of a striped bruise down the left side of her face, like she'd been slammed into a locker.
The other kid looked just as bad (he had given as good as he'd gotten), with a fuming mother fussing over him at the other end of the office who kept shooting glares in Joanna's direction.
Joanna looked up at him as he entered and her eyes immediately filled with tears. Dean felt his heart melt at the sight of her and motioned her forward with a jerk of his head. Joanna obliged, burrowing her face in his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist.
The principle cleared her throat, a Doctor Lee or something like that, and asked if Mr. Winchester and Mrs. Clement would please sit down then they could get to the bottom of this.
"We were able to break up the fight in the hallway before Derek's friends started joining in," started Dr. Lee, looking warily at Derek, who was slumped in the chair next to his mother. Dean looked over at Joanna and raised and eyebrow, there were more of them?. Dr. Lee cleared her throat again (the woman did that a lot…) and continued. "The nurse has assured me that no permanent damage was done, however, Mr. Winchester, I suggest you take Joanna to the emergency room so she can get stitches for her hand, and Mrs. Clement, Derek shouldn't walk for a while."
Dean frowned and glanced over at Derek, noticing for the first time that the kid was in a wheel chair with a bag of ice in his lap. He and Everyman winced at his pain.
"Neither Joanna or Derek has explain the cause of the fight-"
"My Derek had nothing to do with this," said Mrs. Clement, sniffing indignantly. "Obviously she provoked him."
Dean's temper flared and Joanna tensed in her seat. "Joanna doesn't start fights, she finishes them. You can check her permanent record, every fight she's been in she hasn't started."
"See! This has happened before!" said Mrs. Clement, clearly outraged. Derek flinted at the pitch in his mothers voice and opened his mouth to speak.
"I started the fight," said Joanna softly. Dr. Lee, Derek, Mrs. Clement and Dean all looked over at her, her arms folded over her chest, looking small and broken. Mrs. Clement looked satisfied enough, turning back to Dr. Lee with a well, what are you waiting for? look on her face. Dr. Lee sighed and turned in her seat to talk to Joanna and Dean.
"Joanna will have to be suspended. We have a strict no fighting policy here, and first day or not, Joanna will have to pay the consequences."
Joanna nodded and Dean shrugged. "Well, what are you gonna do. How long before she can come back?"
"Thursday at the earliest," said Dr. Lee. "If this happens again, she'll have to be expelled."
"It wont," said Dean. He gave the principle a smile, a curt nod to Mrs. Clement and a warning look at Derek before he stood up. "You mind if I take her home?"
"Not at all," said Dr. Lee, her face slightly flushed. Joanna stood up, gingerly picking up her backpack and heading for the door, not looking at anyone. Dean followed behind her, his eyes narrowed in thought.
Neither of them said a word as they walked to the car and climbed in. Dean settled back in his seat, but didn't start the car, instead looking over at Joanna.
"What happened, Jo?"
She shrugged. "Nothing happened."
"You don't start fights. We both know that."
She shrugged again. "I started this one."
"Why?"
"I need a reason?"
"I want a reason. Hell, you can make it up for all I care, just give me something-"
"He called me a freak, ok?" Joanna folded her arms across her chest and turned toward the window.
"What?" Joanna sighed, dropping her temple agains the window and scrunching up her face.
"He called me a freak."
"Why?"
"He found the hoodoo bag Jo gave me for my birthday last year," said Joanna. "I know you told me not to take it to school, but Jo told me to screw what you told me to do and take it with me wherever I went. He opened it, saw what was in it and called me a freak. Then he ripped open my backpack and found the silver knife Bobby told me to take with me wherever I went and if he found my gun-"
"Jo-"
"I don't care if I get expelled. It was worth see the look on his face when I beat the crap out of him. He only got in a few punches because his friends threw me into the row of lockers."
Dean shook his head and reached out, turning Joanna's face so she would look at him. "Are you okay?"
"Nurse said I was fine-"
"That's not what I meant," said Dean. He sighed, he sucked at this chick flick crap. "You wanna go see Jo? I'm sure she'd understand if you wanted to."
"She's busy," said Joanna with a shrug. "I don't want to bother her."
"She's not too busy for you, you know that."
"I guess."
"Alright. Sam and I'll finish this werewolf and you can go get all girly with Jo."
Joanna gave him a look as he pulled away, starting the car. "We don't get girly! We go knife shopping or the shooting range or shop for clothes that hide blood well!"
Dean just grinned, pulling out of the school parking lot and heading back to the motel. Joanna frowned after a few miles, turning in her seat and looking around.
"Hey, Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Where's Sam?"
"...ah, fuck."
Author: Liv
Characters: Joanna Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, a few oc’s, mentions of Jo Harvelle
Rating: PG-13
Summery: In which Joanna kicks ass and takes names.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural, any characters you don’t recognize are mine and should not be used without my permission.
Author’s Note: written for spawnfic-tues. I’ve insinuated that Jo is an important hunter, and when I’ve figured out what important things she’s doing I’ll write about it.
“Got your homework?”
Joanna nodded, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder. “Sam helped me finish it.”
“What was it? Spanish?”
“It‘s not like we use it,” said Joanna with a shrug. “If we could take Latin I’d be all over that shit.”
“Life’s full of disappointments,” said Dean, the corners of his mouth tugging into a grin. “What about your gun?”
“In my lunchbox,” Dean gave her a look and Joanna rolled her eyes at him. “In the compartment under my lunchbox.”
“How’s you’re tattoo?”
“It doesn’t itch anymore,” said Joanna pulling up the sleeve of her left arm to show Dean the three week old tattoo on her arm, craning her head around to see the ink. “I still don’t get why I had to get this now.”
“Better to be safe than sorry,” murmured Dean. “A necklace can be taken off, ‘sides I don’t want to have to exercise your ass.”
Joanna rolled her eyes again, pushing her sleeve back down. “Love you too, Daddy.”
“You want me to drive you?” Joanna gave him a look. “What? Oh, c’mon driving to school in the Impala? You’ll have people worshiping the ground you walk on.”
“You assume I enjoy the attention I get,” Dean chuckled at her and jerked his head in the direction of the car.
“Go get into the car and I’ll drive you to school.”
Joanna muttered to herself, turning on her heel and stalking out of the motel room, Dean on her heels. At thirteen years old Joanna Winchester had gone through being labeled as the new kid three times in the last year. It was the middle of April with only two months left of the school year and a werewolf running rampant through the hole in the wall town in Indiana that Joanna hadn’t bothered to learn the name of.
Dean slowed to a stop in front of the middle school, staring out the window with disgust. He winced at the clicks of middle schoolers and turned to Joanna. “You have any problems just call me.”
“I wont.”
“Just in case you do-”
“Dad, I’ll be fine,” said Joanna, leaning over and kissing Dean on the cheek. “I’ll see you after school?”
“Right here.”
Joanna climbed out of the car, moving around it to the other side, folding her arms across the open window and giving her dad a grin. “Have fun with Sam.” Dean reached out the window and ruffled her blonde hair.
“Go learn some shit.”
Joanna flipped her hair over her shoulder and adjusted the straps on her backpack, turning and walking into the school yard. Dean waited until she disappeared into the building before he turned the car back on and drove away.
.
“I’m just saying, maybe we should try other methods to bring it out instead of stomping around it’s hunting ground,” began Sam for the third time, following a few steps behind Dean as they examined the recent crime scenes. Dean opened his mouth to nix the idea again when his phone went off. The two men stopped bickering as Dean pulled out his phone, frowning when he didn’t recognize the number.
“Hello?” a pause and then, “Yeah, this is him.” Sam frowned, watching Dean expression change from confused to worried and finally to annoyed. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“What’s going on?” asked Sam. Dean pocketed his cell and turned back in the direction of the car. Sam followed. “Dean, what’s going on?”
“Joanna got in a fight.”
“She what?” shouted Sam, stopping in his tracks. “Did she win?”
“She better had.”
.
Dean stalked into the main office of the middle school he had dropped Joanna off at maybe two hours ago, not in the mood to deal with the snot nose brat who was going to whine and bitch and moan until they got their way. He didn't want to deal with Joanna or the kid she beat up either.
It wasn't like this was something new. Joanna got into fights all the time, usually with older boys who thought she was older than she looked and couldn't keep their pervy hands to themselves. Hopefully, this would be the same thing.
The woman behind the desk was too thin, too old and looked like a dolphin if she turned her head just so.
Dolphin Lady looked up at him when he walked in, her eyes narrowing as he stopped at the desk and flashed a grin at her.
"Dean Winchester-"
"The principle's office is the last door at the end of the hall," interrupted the Dolphin Lady, turning her head back down, leaning Dean with his mouth still hanging open. He shut it and moved quickly down the hall, shooting a glare over his shoulder at the woman before he reached the end of the hall.
Dean knocked as politely as he could and entered when he was told, his eyes sweeping the office, taking in the degrees on the wall, photos of old class pictures, the woman herself and finally landing on Joanna. She had a bloody lip, her knuckles were split open and the beginnings of a striped bruise down the left side of her face, like she'd been slammed into a locker.
The other kid looked just as bad (he had given as good as he'd gotten), with a fuming mother fussing over him at the other end of the office who kept shooting glares in Joanna's direction.
Joanna looked up at him as he entered and her eyes immediately filled with tears. Dean felt his heart melt at the sight of her and motioned her forward with a jerk of his head. Joanna obliged, burrowing her face in his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist.
The principle cleared her throat, a Doctor Lee or something like that, and asked if Mr. Winchester and Mrs. Clement would please sit down then they could get to the bottom of this.
"We were able to break up the fight in the hallway before Derek's friends started joining in," started Dr. Lee, looking warily at Derek, who was slumped in the chair next to his mother. Dean looked over at Joanna and raised and eyebrow, there were more of them?. Dr. Lee cleared her throat again (the woman did that a lot…) and continued. "The nurse has assured me that no permanent damage was done, however, Mr. Winchester, I suggest you take Joanna to the emergency room so she can get stitches for her hand, and Mrs. Clement, Derek shouldn't walk for a while."
Dean frowned and glanced over at Derek, noticing for the first time that the kid was in a wheel chair with a bag of ice in his lap. He and Everyman winced at his pain.
"Neither Joanna or Derek has explain the cause of the fight-"
"My Derek had nothing to do with this," said Mrs. Clement, sniffing indignantly. "Obviously she provoked him."
Dean's temper flared and Joanna tensed in her seat. "Joanna doesn't start fights, she finishes them. You can check her permanent record, every fight she's been in she hasn't started."
"See! This has happened before!" said Mrs. Clement, clearly outraged. Derek flinted at the pitch in his mothers voice and opened his mouth to speak.
"I started the fight," said Joanna softly. Dr. Lee, Derek, Mrs. Clement and Dean all looked over at her, her arms folded over her chest, looking small and broken. Mrs. Clement looked satisfied enough, turning back to Dr. Lee with a well, what are you waiting for? look on her face. Dr. Lee sighed and turned in her seat to talk to Joanna and Dean.
"Joanna will have to be suspended. We have a strict no fighting policy here, and first day or not, Joanna will have to pay the consequences."
Joanna nodded and Dean shrugged. "Well, what are you gonna do. How long before she can come back?"
"Thursday at the earliest," said Dr. Lee. "If this happens again, she'll have to be expelled."
"It wont," said Dean. He gave the principle a smile, a curt nod to Mrs. Clement and a warning look at Derek before he stood up. "You mind if I take her home?"
"Not at all," said Dr. Lee, her face slightly flushed. Joanna stood up, gingerly picking up her backpack and heading for the door, not looking at anyone. Dean followed behind her, his eyes narrowed in thought.
Neither of them said a word as they walked to the car and climbed in. Dean settled back in his seat, but didn't start the car, instead looking over at Joanna.
"What happened, Jo?"
She shrugged. "Nothing happened."
"You don't start fights. We both know that."
She shrugged again. "I started this one."
"Why?"
"I need a reason?"
"I want a reason. Hell, you can make it up for all I care, just give me something-"
"He called me a freak, ok?" Joanna folded her arms across her chest and turned toward the window.
"What?" Joanna sighed, dropping her temple agains the window and scrunching up her face.
"He called me a freak."
"Why?"
"He found the hoodoo bag Jo gave me for my birthday last year," said Joanna. "I know you told me not to take it to school, but Jo told me to screw what you told me to do and take it with me wherever I went. He opened it, saw what was in it and called me a freak. Then he ripped open my backpack and found the silver knife Bobby told me to take with me wherever I went and if he found my gun-"
"Jo-"
"I don't care if I get expelled. It was worth see the look on his face when I beat the crap out of him. He only got in a few punches because his friends threw me into the row of lockers."
Dean shook his head and reached out, turning Joanna's face so she would look at him. "Are you okay?"
"Nurse said I was fine-"
"That's not what I meant," said Dean. He sighed, he sucked at this chick flick crap. "You wanna go see Jo? I'm sure she'd understand if you wanted to."
"She's busy," said Joanna with a shrug. "I don't want to bother her."
"She's not too busy for you, you know that."
"I guess."
"Alright. Sam and I'll finish this werewolf and you can go get all girly with Jo."
Joanna gave him a look as he pulled away, starting the car. "We don't get girly! We go knife shopping or the shooting range or shop for clothes that hide blood well!"
Dean just grinned, pulling out of the school parking lot and heading back to the motel. Joanna frowned after a few miles, turning in her seat and looking around.
"Hey, Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Where's Sam?"
"...ah, fuck."