The Lonely Back Roads

[ironknifehunter]

Nebraska was a quiet state, even with the trouble these days. The back roads were mostly dead now. Few people were brave enough to travel where there weren’t lights every couple of feet. Still, there was one beacon in the dark, Harvelle’s Roadhouse. It still wasn’t the nicest looking place on Earth, though someone had attempted to paint it and fix

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[likely_evil]

ooc: backdated to just after Dean's death.

Sam drove up in the Impala to the roadhouse alone, knowing this was a call he had to make on his own. Alec and Ben were both safe at Bobby's now, and Ruby was checking up on the demon army.

So Sam had enough time to come and tell Jo personally what had happened. She deserved to hear it in person. And when her camero was the only car in the area, Sam was grateful that they could get time together.

And he had taken the Impala as a way to not only keep Alec at Bobby's, but also... Sam just needed that connection with his brother for a moment. Or, well, a few hours in the drive.

But soon it was over and he got out, heading into the roadhouse after making sure there wasn't anyone following him.

[ironknifehunter]

Jo recognized the engine outside the Roadhouse. That was the Impala. She didn't think Dean and Sam were supposed to be in the area, but they'd always been harder to track than the other Hunters.

In preparation, she got two beers out and set them on the bar for the boy. They always seemed to want a drink after a hard job when they stopped by. At this hour, they had to be getting off of a Hunt.

She looked up when Sam walked in, smiling. "Hey, Sam."

[likely_evil]

"Hey Jo."

He stood in the doorway a moment, looking at all the work she had put in to finishing the place. In the last few years he had stopped in less and less.

He saw the two beers and sighed. No, she hadn't learned on the grapevine. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

[ironknifehunter]

Jo tilted her head to the side slightly, watching Sam. She hadn't seen a lot of him, but she could still tell when something was wrong. Those eyes of his were looking sad.

"What's wrong?"

[smart_alec494]

It was late October when Alec eased the Impala into one of the non-parking spaces outside the Roadhouse. He'd found the website. Now he'd found the place

[ironknifehunter]

When she heard the Impala, Jo smiled a little. She hadn't been expecting Sam to visit. Of course she never expected Sam to show up when he did. She dug out a beer for him and set it on the bar.

Her happiness quickly changed when someone definitely not Sam, and practically a carbon copy of Dean walked in with a Hellhound. She grabbed her shotgun and leveled it.

"Who are you?" She demanded. "What do you want?"

[smart_alec494]

Jinx went from amiable to someones worst nightmare in negative point two seconds. He pushed in front of Alec all teeth and anger.

"Whoa!" He was clearly more startled than afraid, though it never paid to dismiss someone pointing a gun. He held one hand out away from his body and slipped the other one through Jinx's collar. It was more of a signal to the dog to hold off more than a restrant. Alec knew he couldn't hold the dog. Not when he didn't even have to stay corporial. "Not looking for trouble lady." He desided to leave it at that for the moment.

[ironknifehunter]

"You're driving the Winchester's Impala and wearing the skin of one." And damn if it hadn't shaken her to the core. "You've got five seconds to explain before I blast you."