SPN Fic: Never Cry Like a Lover || Part 9, BWW
Title: Never Cry Like a Lover (9/9)
Series: Blood, Water, and Whiskey
Author: neetha
Rating: PG
Word Count: 437
Characters: Jo
Warnings/Disclaimer: All your SPN are belong to Kripke and Co. Also? Please read part 7 to better understand this one!
Summary: There was a dirt driveway, lots of land, and a little barn out back that served as a garage, storage shed, and arsenal. The arsenal wasn’t that full these days.
Part 1. || Part 2. || Part 3. || Part 4. || Part 5. || Part 6. || Part 7. || Part 8.
Jo felt road-weary, which was strange, because it had been months since she’d been on the road. She had only been back to Nebraska once in the past few months, and had even switched jobs so she was closer to the small house she’d bought outside Billings. She had come to this place out of sadness, but stayed out of comfort.
There was a dirt driveway, lots of land, and a little barn out back that served as a garage, storage shed, and arsenal. The arsenal wasn’t that full these days.
She visited town a few times a week, stopping by Pug’s to say hello to everyone and to pick up some of her favorite beer. Once, when she first moved to the house, she accidentally brought home a bottle of Stone Thrower from Big Sky. It had become his favorite after the second visit to Billings. She threw it out without opening it.
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Her cell phone was always close. It had been dropped many times, even fell off the truck hood when she backed out after forgetting it, but she never replaced it. It was one thing she couldn’t get rid of, just because she knew someone important had that number.
Months went by without any unfamiliar numbers showing up, and somehow, she just moved on. Not that she forgot, more like she put it in the back of her mind. All the plain black Hanes t-shirts she had picked up last summer got dropped off at the Goodwill, except one. She used it to polish hubcaps. When she found the Old Spice deodorant tucked underneath the sink from when she moved in, she threw it away.
She went about her life, made friends, and worked on her house, but the phone was always there, maybe out of habit. Maybe just in case. She never decided.
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May turned out really nice and Jo took to sitting out on the back porch with a glass of spearmint tea or some Huckleberry’n’Honey. One night, sitting out there with her beer, she heard her phone ring through the open kitchen window. Thinking it was one of the girls from work, Jo eased out of the comfy swing and went inside. She caught it on the third ring and flipped it open without checking to see who it was. After saying hello and hearing a reply, she quickly realized it wasn’t a girl. Her hands began shaking and she had to swallow several times before any words could come out.
Every time Dean had impacted her life, she cried. This time, the last time, there weren’t any tears.
Series: Blood, Water, and Whiskey
Author: neetha
Rating: PG
Word Count: 437
Characters: Jo
Warnings/Disclaimer: All your SPN are belong to Kripke and Co. Also? Please read part 7 to better understand this one!
Summary: There was a dirt driveway, lots of land, and a little barn out back that served as a garage, storage shed, and arsenal. The arsenal wasn’t that full these days.
Part 1. || Part 2. || Part 3. || Part 4. || Part 5. || Part 6. || Part 7. || Part 8.
Jo felt road-weary, which was strange, because it had been months since she’d been on the road. She had only been back to Nebraska once in the past few months, and had even switched jobs so she was closer to the small house she’d bought outside Billings. She had come to this place out of sadness, but stayed out of comfort.
There was a dirt driveway, lots of land, and a little barn out back that served as a garage, storage shed, and arsenal. The arsenal wasn’t that full these days.
She visited town a few times a week, stopping by Pug’s to say hello to everyone and to pick up some of her favorite beer. Once, when she first moved to the house, she accidentally brought home a bottle of Stone Thrower from Big Sky. It had become his favorite after the second visit to Billings. She threw it out without opening it.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
Her cell phone was always close. It had been dropped many times, even fell off the truck hood when she backed out after forgetting it, but she never replaced it. It was one thing she couldn’t get rid of, just because she knew someone important had that number.
Months went by without any unfamiliar numbers showing up, and somehow, she just moved on. Not that she forgot, more like she put it in the back of her mind. All the plain black Hanes t-shirts she had picked up last summer got dropped off at the Goodwill, except one. She used it to polish hubcaps. When she found the Old Spice deodorant tucked underneath the sink from when she moved in, she threw it away.
She went about her life, made friends, and worked on her house, but the phone was always there, maybe out of habit. Maybe just in case. She never decided.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
May turned out really nice and Jo took to sitting out on the back porch with a glass of spearmint tea or some Huckleberry’n’Honey. One night, sitting out there with her beer, she heard her phone ring through the open kitchen window. Thinking it was one of the girls from work, Jo eased out of the comfy swing and went inside. She caught it on the third ring and flipped it open without checking to see who it was. After saying hello and hearing a reply, she quickly realized it wasn’t a girl. Her hands began shaking and she had to swallow several times before any words could come out.
Every time Dean had impacted her life, she cried. This time, the last time, there weren’t any tears.