All Roads Where They Lead 1/?

[deeperwonderment]

Title: All Roads Where They Lead 1/?
Author: not_from_stars
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Jo Harvelle
Rating/Category: PG-13/Gen
Summary: She wondered if this was how her mom felt when her dad was killed.
Words: 485
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.




Jo Harvelle could tell you exactly what she was doing and where she was when the world came to the proverbial end for her. It was true that the world didn't really end, but for Jo, the news had meant the same thing to her. The world as she knew it was over and it would never be the same.

Dean was gone.

Those three words had continued to echo loudly in her head ever since she had talked to Sam. Those three damning words echoed and wouldn't give her any peace.

After receiving Sam's phone call, Jo had stayed in her motel room for a few days, never venturing out that entire time. One of the first things she had made herself do was call her mom to tell her what had happened. Feelings about their father aside, Ellen would want to know about Dean.

After a long moment of silence, Ellen spoke. "Why don't you come home for awhile, Jo?"

"I can't right now, mom," Jo had responded as she stared at the wall across from her bed. "I just... I can't."

As much as she hated to admit the truth, Ellen understood what Jo was going through. "All right then," she said quietly. "You come home when you're ready. Just don't take too long."

Too long meant that Ellen would get a call from Bobby or someone telling her that Jo was never coming home again. Too long meant that someone else they cared about was gone for good.

Jo said goodbye, hanging up the phone to go back to staring at the wall as she played with her knife. Her ever present knife carved with the initials of her father -- another man a Harvelle girl had loved and lost to the hunt.

She wondered if this was how her mom felt when her dad was killed. Did she have this same hollow feeling inside her and was it a struggle for her to breathe? Did she cry so many tears that her eyes burned long after she was out of tears and her throat ached. Had her mom felt like things would never be right again?

There were so many answers that she didn't know if she wanted the answers to, so she refrained from picking up the phone to call home again. For now, she might just be better off not knowing.

Sometime during the third day, Jo brought herself out of her stupor and dug in her pack for the journal she had taken to updating on all of her hunts. However when she opened it, she found that she just couldn't write about Sam's phone call. Writing it down would make it more than real. Making a record of it would mean that it was permanent and that she would never see Dean again.

She closed the book, feeling tears start up in her eyes again. "Dean."

Comments

[sxymami0909.livejournal.com]

OMG...You broke me with this. This was absolutly beautifully written and heartbreaking. God...I hate that they killed Jo, I hate that Ellen's gone and I hate that even after months I'm still tearing up and crying about 'Abandon All Hope' Thanks so much for sharing this. I really like how you've been doing your drabbles from different character's points of view. Really great! :-)