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Suddenly it all felt real. Jo looked about at her surroundings. She'd never been here before, she wasn't in heaven because this was not her memories, the best days of her life we left behind her in another realm far away that she could not reach and she had to admit it hadn't been all bad in heaven. It wasn't what she had expected but it was pretty special and Ash was incredible, he knew how to hack heaven, heaven of all places and so she got to spend time with her real family and in her own independent heaven, going over all the best memories of her life time, all be it a short lived one but one full of kick.

But back to reality because this was reality, the real deal, there as no faking this. She was sat in a café and she had no idea where. The air was different from what she was used to, she could smell pie and bacon with a whiff of toast, heaven was clean for a lack of a better word.

Jo looked out of a window to the left of her as traffic passed by, cars, buses, motorcycles and pedestrians as she remembered her last moments on Earth. She was dying, her mother's arm around her and a hellhound bite right across her midsection. She had closed her eyes only for a second but she couldn't remember anything else after that, it had only been heaven from then on.

A vague memory came back of Dean Winchester, had she tried to kill him while she'd been dead? It certainly seemed like a somewhat fresh memory but it wasn't overly clear, perhaps her time in heaven had driven her a little crazy, or just driven away her memory of being temporally on earth to kill a good friend.

Jo looked down to her body to see if she was still harmed or if she was all fixed up properly now, to see if she'd been brought back properly, in one good, solid piece. Her top was bloody but her body seemed clean, she stood up from the table she was at and made her way to the ladies toilets.

A woman was shaking her hands dry over a sink and inspecting her make up as Jo pushed open the two way door. They made temporary eye contact and Jo made her way to the mirror, next to the woman. Two toilet stalls, two sinks one hand dryer and the woman Jo was sharing the restroom with noticed her top and hastily made her way out. Jo felt slightly embarrassed but took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror.

"You can do this Joanna Beth Harvelle." She urged herself on and lifted her top up slowly, revealing her pale abdomen. It was perfect, just as it had been if not a little better. There were no scars from previous battles won, there were no scars from the time she had scratched at her chicken pox, nothing, nada, zilch. The only evidence of her face off with a hellhound was the blood on her top.

Pushing her hands into her pocket Jo felt everything that had been in them before she'd died. A bit of money, a hair band, her phone and a slip of paper on it from a fortune cookie she'd had a couple of days before death took her, Live every moment like it's your last. Not original granted, but good advice, especially considering what happened not long after she'd opened it.

Jo shoved her things back into her pockets and slipped her backpack off her shoulder. This had come back with her too? She opened it up and peered inside, everything was still in there and the thing she wanted most of all was her knife, pure iron with her father's initials on it, it had been his and she wanted it with her wherever she went.

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Crowley always had his ears to the ground, so to speak. He had spies everywhere, recently he had been sending them to Richmond and a little town near Richmond called Mystic Falls. They seemed to be breeding grounds for the supernatural. So when one of his spies contacted him via the BPN(Blood Phone Network), and told him Jo Harvelle was back from the dead, naturally Crowley's interest was peaked.

"Really... That is interesting." He replied to his spy, placing the cup back down on the table. He looked around, he was a long way from Virginia, but he was the King of Hell, so he had his ways. He was soon standing outside the cafe in which Jo returned in. He spotted her in the bathroom. "Creepy... perfect." He spoke to himself and disappeared from his spot. He soon reappeared behind Jo.

He didn't say a word right away, studying her, to see if she was the real deal. She looked real enough, but she should be dead, his hounds took a chunk out of her, and last he heard Heaven got their grubby little paws on her soul. So why was she back. Stranger things have happened, and those damn Winchester boys always escaped death, but Jo... he was surprised to say the least.

Finally he spoke up. His words neutral. "Joanna Harvelle, didn't my hell hounds take a chunk out of you last time you were alive?" He spoke to her from behind her, still in the women's bathroom. He studied her reaction, no doubt she would freak out, maybe try and kill him, but he was the King of Hell, a lot has changed recently. "I guess if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself." He said, he really wanted to just rip her to shreds. He didn't like when people unexpectedly came back from the grave.

He took a step towards her and stopped. Looking at her. "Nah, I just decided your not really worth the energy. Besides, you just came back, you haven't suffered nearly enough yet to die again, and I, for one, am highly interested in why you are back in the first place." He looked her up and down, she had Jo's look to her, she even had the tear and blood stain on her shirt where the hell hound bit her. It had to be her, but why?

Tags: Jo
Words: 402
Notes: This didn't come out as good as I was hoping, I haven't posted as him for a few days, so my muse wasn't with me like it was the first night as him, hope it is good enough.

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The conclusion that she was back was now an old one to Jo, she'd mulled it over in her mind for a little while now and couldn't dwell too long on it. Someone knew she was back and someone would be on the look out for her and Jo didn't like surprises and being alive was certainly enough of a surprise for one day. She had to take off, she had to go on the run until she was stocked up and ready to hunt down whoever had brought her back and find out why. Surely it wasn't Dean or Sam, they'd leave her to rest. Did Castiel even have that kind of mojo? Well he did pull Dean out of hell so maybe, but hadn't there been plenty of Angels helping out with that? Could one angel alone do that much? And even so, she wasn't as valuable as a Winchester, was she? Jo had so many questions but she didn't want to ask them yet.

Ready to take a step to get out of this place her body stopped and she turned around at the sound of an all too familiar voice. Stood before her was Crowley, a no good cross-roads demon, sorry, King of the Cross Roads. Just why the hell was he here and judging by the normality of the entire situation on Earth the apocalypse hadn't happened. There had been rumours that Ash had tapped into up in heaven and shared with them but it was all hearsay, they couldn't really know for sure. There were so many questions Jo needed answering but Crowley was not the one to ask. Damn she hoped he wasn't the one to pull her out of heaven, what if someone had made a deal to get her back? God she hoped no one had sold their soul just for her.

Jo backed up a little, away from Crowley and pulled her bag tight to herself, her hand slipping in it slightly. If she had a chance to grabbed just one thing she'd grab at her father's knife. It was pure iron and one stab with that would be sure to hurt the SOB, when you got to the bare facts of it all demons were only spirits after all and shared the same weaknesses as ghosts, though it did mean they shared some strengths too and demons tended to have a bit more of an edge to them, a few extra things that they'd learnt to do, no thanks to their time spent in hell.

Out of all of Crowley's talking Jo figured one thing, he had no idea how she was back either, that made two of them which meant it was unlikely that she was brought back through a cross roads deal. That would have relaxed Jo a little if she hadn't been face to face with Crowley himself, if he wasn't here to kill her and he hadn't brought her back, then just why was he here and how did he find out about her return just mere minutes after herself? If she'd only just realised she was back it was unfair that the opposition realised it so fast but then again, nothing was ever fair on this god-forsakened planet.

"Not worth the trouble or are you scared that someone more powerful than you might come crashing through that door if you so much as lay a hand on me?" Jo prayed that someone good would come on through and give her a hand but there was no such luck, it seemed she was destined to face Crowley alone and right now she was unarmed. If an angel had saved her just what in the hell were they playing at right now? They'd left her open and vulnerable with no clue as to what in the hell was going on. Not the ideal situation for someone ripped out of heaven.

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Crowley couldn't help but chuckle softly. He knew she was scared, deathly afraid of him, she knew what he could do, and that was just with his hell hounds, he had more abilities then that, and she was alone and un-prepared, he could easily destroy her, if he wanted.

"You hunters are all the same... What did you, take a one liner class with Dean?" He spoke finally. She really didn't scare him with her line, if there were a presence stronger then him in the immediate area or keeping an eye on Jo, he would know it. He didn't sense anything.

He shrugged. "Maybe... but do you really want to test that theory out love?" He approached her, slowly. "Then again, if I really wanted you dead... again, you would of never seen me coming. I promise you my intentions here today are purely academic." He continued, he was no mere feet from her, he could feel the air in the room get heavy.

"If you haven't noticed, which if you haven't then you are not as smart as I think you are, people are coming back from the dead. Not just humans, but monsters as well. Vampires, demons, the like." He spoke to her, raising his hand up to her head and brushing a hair behind her ear. He was trying to freak her out and knew it was working.

"Since you are one of the walking dead, I have a vested interest it you. As when souls are escaping, that is food off my table, so to speak." He said to her with a wave of the hand. "Don't worry about the knife you have, even if you do stab me with it, it wont do much good. Like I said a lot has changed since you died." He said taking a few steps back from her.

"Besides the fact that it pisses me off that my souls are being returned to earth, I have another interest in that. If there was some way to return the dead to life, that would be a power anyone would be interested in having." He said matter of factly, these two events were not only hurting his bottom line, but were something very important in his war on earth and heaven.

"So...I guess my only question is... What do you remember? Who rescued you? Why are you here?" He said looking around at the restroom of the Richmond Diner. "...in this god forsaken town?" He spoke to her.

Tags: Jo
Words: 419
Notes: Wow, Crowley is seriously so much fun.

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One liner class? Crowley was one to talk and as a matter of fact he did, at a fair length too, he was the kind that enjoyed the sound of their own voice, that was obvious to Jo and she wondered how long he'd go on talking for, maybe she could get her knife out and give him a fair good stabbing, she'd been trained by so many hunters over the course of her teenage and young adult years that she was pretty much undefeatable in hand to hand combat. Well that was quite arrogant of her but she was pretty freaking good against her opponents and knew how to hold her own though fighting a demon was much different to fending off attacks from men in bars that liked to try and grab at her ass.

As Crowley approached her Jo backed up a bit until she couldn't back up any more, her hand reached her dad's dagger but she didn't pull it out, she just gripped at it tightly, ready to pull it out if she needed, grinding her teeth at Crowley's words, knowing that he was right, there was no way she wanted to test that theory, what if there was no all mighty being that had brought her back, what if it was evil and for an evil purpose and Crowley could take them down?

"If it's purely academic then you wont mind letting me go." Jo didn't really appreciate being around Crowley, let alone being in such close proximities to him in such a confined space but there would be a way out of this, especially if his words were true, but how often did a demon commit to the truth?

Crowley spoke to her as though she'd been around for a while, the fact was she had not, she had only been topside for a few minutes so she had no clue what was going on in the outside world and sadly her face awkwardly betrayed her as not having known what Crowley was talking about. People coming back from the dead all over the place was more than a little unusual and she wondered just who else was around and how it all happened, she wanted to find Sam and Dean and find out what had caused all this mess.

Jo wasn't exactly food off Crowley's table, she'd come from heaven and there he wouldn't have been ale to touch her everlasting soul, though heaven itself seemed like a bit of a rip off. All of eternity going over the exact same memories? Surely something else had to be different? Surely people weren't stuck in their own celestial minds for the rest of forever? No was not the time to be thinking things about heaven, no was the time for thinking of how to get out of here considering Crowley knew she had her knife.

Pulling it out of her bag anyway she held it up as a barrier between the two, it may not be able to do too much but Crowley wasn't trustworthy in her books and he continued to talk, giving her time to think. She'd been trained for this and she could handle herself just at the moment it was all rather much of a stale mate, though in all fairness Crowley probably had quite the upper hand.

"I was sent back by God himself with a personal question for you, he wants to know where the hell you learned to count." Jo had a problem sometimes of being a smart-mouth, she'd kind of leant away from it in the time she spent hunting with her mom and had matured quite a lot by her reckoning, however sometimes it was too hard to resist and something needed to happen, this slight stale mate was starting to get too uncomfortable, she was going to have to start slicing her way out soon, even if Crowley may have moved up in the world of demons a little bit of iron was going to leave a sting.

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"Let you go?" Crowley asked her, though it was more of a rhetorical question. "Sure doll face as soon as you answer my question, I will let you walk out that door and you wont have to see me again, cross my heart and hope to die." Crowley said with a chuckle.

He watched as she took the knife out and put it between them and he gasped in mock fear. "I'm so scared, you beat me kid." He said putting his hands up in a way that people did when they were being held hostage or told to by the cops. He chuckled softly to himself putting his hands back down. "Whatever makes your feel safe honey." He said clearly not caring what she did.

He simply scoffed at her answer. "That mouth of your's is gonna get you into trouble some day." Crowley was no dummy, he let her insult go in one ear and out the other. Besides that, he knew God was MIA, in fact, god was probably dead for all he knew, no one has seen him in centuries.

"Well, clearly you don't know anything and are in fact worthless to me. Plus you kinda just pissed me off. I really didn't want to do this... but." He snapped his fingers and 3 guys came in behind Jo, one of them grabbed her around the arms and waist, there eyes all flashed black.

"Send her back to whatever hole she crawled out of." He said evilly. It was not wise to insult the King of Hell. Did she really think he would show up to this diner alone? The rest of the diner had been emptied by Crowley's minions, so they were all alone.

Tags: Jo, Dean, Sam
Words: 289
Notes: Dean and Sam can jump in at any time. In fact the sooner the better. Also hope this was ok, Jo needed to be in real danger for it to make sense for the Winchesters to come, sorry it is short, this is just setting up Sam and Dean.

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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It didn't take Dean long after the texts he had gotten to be on his way, even though he didn't believe one world of it he still had to make sure. He had to make sure that what Crowley was saying wasn't real, which really he knew it wasn't. There was no way that she was back, back from the dead after all this time. And If she was back why did it take this long, why now after all this time was she here. It just didn't make sense at all. "Come on Sam we have to check this out Crowley is trying to fuck with us by lying, something must be up." He said while racing out the door.

Dean got into his baby along with Sam and they were on there way, he knew that Sam had to be lost right now to what was going on. But Dean wasn't going to say anything until after they checked it out. He figured why Say anything and get his hopes up, it be better just to tell him after they were there. "Man I don't know about you but I'm about done with Fucking Crowley, he tells us bullshit just to get us going when really its crap." Dean said raising his voice getting pissed off. "I say tonight we end this ass hat and send his ass packing all the way back to hell." Dean then raced off as fast as he could making his way to the location, which seemed to be a cafe of some sort.

Dean had made it there getting out of his Impala as fast as he could, hoping Sam would follow. He began to run inside the cafe where he found Crowley standing there. "All right we are here so what the hell is going...." He then looked over and in mid sentence stopped. There she was standing there looking more alive then ever, like nothing was ever wrong with her. "Jo?' He couldn't believe it Dean had missed her for so long and now she was back, back from the death that Dean still blames himself for. "Why they have there hands on her, let go of her!." He then pulled out the colt pointing it at Crowley. "Tell them to release her! if not you can kiss your ass goodbye bitch!" He yelled at the demon. "It OK Jo we are going to get you out of here safe and alive."

Word Count- 415
Tagged- Sam, Jo and Crowley
Outfit-Make Later
Note-I Sam needs to come in after me in this thread. This is going to be fun.

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Sam really did not like being left out of the loop. He had been half way through his shower when Dean had banged on the door and told him that they had to go and now. He would have retorted with a smart ass comment but he heard the almost hysteria and urgency in his older brother’s voice and had done what he had ordered without comment. There were very few times when Dean allowed himself to skip breakfast, to skip watching girls, but if someone was in trouble or something needed to be hunted, he allowed his stomach and his other needs to come second.

Plus there was the whole Lisa thing too…but that was besides the point. Dean was in that mentality that he could look as long as he couldn’t touch. Sam however was never that guy. Now that he had Sarah he didn’t really even look much unless Dean mentioned something. Dean was Dean and Sam was Sam…the two were very different and yet very much the same in a lot of respects. They were brothers, best friends, and really the only family that either of them had left anymore.

This did not mean that Sam didn’t talk back or that Dean didn’t call him stupid nicknames just to bate him. They were brothers; they were supposed to get on each other’s nerves occasionally.

He stepped out of the hotel room and quickly, without bothering for modesty or anything, threw on a pair of dark washed jeans, a blue t-shirt, grabbed his green jacket and slid on his boots and his watch. His hair was still wet but it was going to do what it wanted regardless so he didn't mind, plus he was a guy, what guy really cared about their hair that much? He followed Dean out of the hotel, slamming the door behind him. Luckily they had a key card hotel room door instead of the usual locks which meant that neither of the men had to bother with locking the door since in the hurry that they were in he doubted either of them would have remembered.

He jumped into the passenger seat and slammed the door right as Dean pulled out of the parking spot with a loud squeal of the tires. He shook his head; okay something was clearly going on if Dean was willing to even possibly damage one spot on his precious Impala.

He heard his brother’s mumblings about Crowley and his head shot up, looking at him in confusion though he listened quietly, nodding along. Dean was clearly in a mood and it was best for everyone if he just went along with him. “Crowley needs to die, we have never disagreed on it, but it’s not going to be that simple. He is the king of hell.” He told him, playing the devil’s advocate though it seemed to have no affect as Dean pulled into the café and got out of the car. Sam grabbed his back pack out of the back seat (which thankfully had a few weapons in it plus a few things for exorcisms…not that they would work on Crowley) and had to run to keep up with his older brother, a feat since Sam was much taller than the other man.

He stopped when he almost ran into Dean, instead swerving to stand next to him and looked to where the other Winchester was looking. His eyes widened and he croaked out "Jo?" He asked, his eyes flashing as memories came over him. He refused to let them fester and instead turned his eyes to Crowley, the anger in them showing like fire. "I suggest you listen to my brother. I'm already pissed at you Crowley...don't make me hurt you." He could feel his energy pooling together and while he knew he could not use his psychic powers since he didn't know how without demon blood, he could tell his body wanted to. That would need to be dealt with later.

Word Count:: 698
Tag:: Jo Harvelle, Crowley & Dean Winchester
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s Outfit
Note:: Sorry this took me a day or so! I worked all weekend.

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Jo bit the inside of her lip as she glared at Crowley, he was an evil son of a witch and she so wanted to cut him down off of his perch right now, she was of no use to him and he wouldn't just let her go despite what he'd said, she'd gotten to him, upset the poor little demon. So now she had to leave and the only thought she had was to throw herself at him, slice and dice and try and get away, just as she was about to lunge at him, she found she could not move. Crowley had clicked his fingers and so she was restrained by a demon, thick arms like those of a tree trunk wrapped around her own arms and waist, her knife down by her side, thankfully the morons forgot to take that away from her and to be honest, she would have a fun time getting out of this one though the stench on the demons made Jo think that possibly they'd just come from somewhere she'd really rather not think about.

Before Jo could stamp hard on the foot of the demon that had ahold of her none other thand Dean freaking Winchester burst in through the door, the jingle of the bell irritating to most but it almost signified the coming of a saviour for Jo and then in followed by Sam. She was going to be fine. Probably. Not everything always went according to plan with Sam and Dean but she'd get out of this alive, her chances had just been increased.

It was good to see both Sam and Dean, she wished the circumstances were different but even under these circumstances it was good to see them both. Jo wished she could have left the cafe and been safe and found by friends and taken back to a clean motel with a nice bath and just soak for a while, relax and mull things over though she hoped Sam and Dean would be able to answer a lot of her questions and fill her in on exactly why she was back and what was happening. "Sam, Dean," Jo really was so relieved to see the Winchester brothers despite Sam looking as though he'd just been pulled out of the shower. "I'm okay, just a little caught up." She said, hoping to reassure them a little that she wasn't harmed, hopefully Crowley would see the brother's and just bugger off, know that he was out of his comfort zone with three experienced Hunter's in his presence and just leave.

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As soon as his goons grabbed her, Crowley looked down at his wrist, pretending there was a watch there. "3...2..1." Sure enough in came Dean Winchester. Like clockwork, and sure enough, his brother Sam Winchester came running behind him.

Crowley was no fool. He texted the Winchesters and informed them where Jo was on purpose. He showed up and confronted her on purpose. He put his hands up in mock surprise upon seeing the boys rush into the diner before chuckling and putting back down.

Crowley rolled his eyes at the threats. "Boys, boys boys... You may get one shot off at me, but I promise if you pull that trigger, my man will squeeze your little girlfriend until she pops like a pimple." Crowley spoke to them with a shrug. The Winchesters were so damn predictable and fell right into his trap.

"Unless attempting killing little old me is more important to you then saving her life. By the way, even if you shot it, you will miss, I promise you that." Crowley said, motioning for the demon who had Jo to squeeze tighter, which the demon did to prove his point.

"That's enough, don't kill her." He said almost angrily as the demon who squeezed a little to hard for Crowley's taste, he just wanted to send a message, not hurt the poor dear. He looked back at Sam and Dean with a grin.

"You really think I am stupid enough to confront Jo, inform you guys where she is at and not have some sort of plan?" The Demon holding Jo moved a few feet and was now standing between Crowley and Dean with Jo in the crossfire. Dean would never be able to get off a clean shot in his current position. Effectively using Jo as a human shield.

"Now that I have your attention. I purpose a trade, straight up." Crowley continued gleefully. "You will get your precious Joanna, not a single hair on her pretty little head harmed... in exchange for..." Crowley put his finger to his lips as if he were thinking about what he wanted.

But he knew exactly what he wanted. "...Oh I know..." He says as though it just came to him. "...In exchange for the Colt and Ruby's knife. And everyone can leave here alive and happy today, you have my word on that." Crowley said. That's why he showed up here today, to get the two items, the only two items that could really kill him away from the Winchesters. He chuckled as though he won.

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Words: 430
Notes: Feel free to attack his demons, whatever you want, seems like our new Jo came up with a plan to get out of her situation, Crowley will probably just run if the tables turn, XD

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Dean couldn’t believe who was standing right in front of him, it was Jo alive! A part of him was in so much shock he almost felt like he couldn’t move, but he knew he had to stay focus other wise Jo might be gone again here in a few seconds He could tell that Jo was happy to see them, after all this time. The feeling was mutual the boys were so very happy to see her, which was why they were going to get her out of here. Crowley has seen the last of messing with peoples lives, Dean was done and he wasn’t going to let him anymore.

Crowley could try all he wanted to but Dean wasn’t going to let Jo get hurt, not on his watch. He already feels like her death was his fault, he will be damned if he fails to Crowley and loses her again. “Your not doing anything to anyone, let Jo go now! What you even want with her anyway!” Dean asked the demon. It was true Jo had never done a thing to the demon, hell Sam and Dean met Crowley a day before she died so it didn’t make sense. It made him wonder what he was cooking up now, it couldn’t be good.


He knew there had to be some sort of plan at work here, why else would he have her here. He was up to something. Dean then noticed him grabbing Jo, putting her in between them. He got what he was doing, making to where he would have to put his gun down. “You know Crowley I’m a pretty good shot, I’m sure I could still hit you.” Said the hunter with a smile. But he put his gun down anyway still wearing a smile to Jo. He wished so much that he could juts hug Jo after all this time, he still didn’t feel like this was real.

It seemed Crowley did have a motive here, and Dean wasn’t going for it. He wasn’t going to give him what he wanted, he could hope all he wanted but wasn’t going to happen. Dean looked over at his brother, who was standing by one of the demons, giving him a look knowing they just needed to strike and now. “You know what I don’t think so Crowley, here is how this is going to go down. You are going to let us go, and we are all going to walk right out of here and I’m doing that while taking my gun.” He said while taking a shot at one of the demon, killing the demon along with the vassal.

Word Count- 446
Tagged- Sam, Jo and Crowley
Outfit-Make Later
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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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He was more than grateful that Jo seemed alright. Plus he had seen her in action more than once so he knew that while she may be younger and in a lot of ways the younger sister that neither Winchester ever had, she still knew damn well how to take care of herself. He had seen her kick the crap out of demons plus it had been her plan that had gotten the hellhounds off their tail, as well as her plan that had gotten the first serial killer, H.H. Holmes down in the sewer that they had concreted up. Okay, so maybe not her plan, but she had allowed herself to be used as bait.

He probably shouldn’t bring either of those instances up to her though, or Dean from the look of it.

He knew this was a trap, what self respecting demon wouldn’t set a trap for them by using Jo as bait? Plus the fact that Crowley wasn’t just any demon. If it was a black eyed demon or a vampire or really anything else but Crowley they would have already started exorcising them. However Crowley was the king of hell, not to mention a lot stronger and a whole lot more powerful than ones average demon so they had to be careful. It was the only reason that he was still alive and hadn’t been killed a hundred times by now.

He briefly wished that Castiel had come with them but he hadn’t even seen Castiel since he had been back other than the first day when he had stuck his hand in his chest to make sure his soul had been truly returned to him without any missing holes or whatever it was that he had done that made Sam feel like he wanted to die. That had been one of the most painful experiences that he’d gone through in a long time, and that was saying something in the world of Sam Winchester.

He glared at the terms that Crowley set. He shot Dean a look and was glad that they seemed to be on the same page as usual. He was standing right next to one of Crowley’s demons, or henchman as he really was, and before he could think he took his gun out of his waist band and shot the rock salt filled bullet at it. It wouldn’t kill it but it would knock it back. He shot a look at Jo to duck and took aim at the demon, shooting as soon as he had the shot. “Plus, I’m really not in a sharing mood, and I really doubt that Ruby would be pleased if I gave that knife away.” He stated, though he knew that Dean had the knife at the moment, not he.

He really needed to talk to his brother about getting one of those damn weapons. He had the Colt and the knife…how fair was that. Clearly now was not the time but the little brother syndrome had risen in his head, though he pushed it down for the time. “I think Dean pretty much said it all.” He stated with a smirk at Crowley.

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Tag:: Jo Harvelle, Crowley & Dean Winchester
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It was incredible to see Sam and Dean so soon after she'd come back. Jo figured she'd probably have to look for them to see if Cas could find any sort of angelic connection as to why she of all people was back but it seemed as though fate was on her side, aside from being a little held up right now. Jo was squeezed by the demon that had ahold of her, as if she needed a reminder she was in the company of demons not even ten minutes into being back on Earth. She coughed as the air was forced out of her lungs by the oaf, she wasn't ready to die again, to yet after all she had only just gotten back from the other side.

At Crowley's order's Jo was loosened up a bit, a little too loose but she would bide her time, this was going to be a bit easier to get out of than before, she also had the aid of Sam and Dean to get her through this and Crowley was going to stand no chance. Four demons, three hunters, there was no chance those demons were getting out alive if they stuck around, the only one that seemed to stand a chance was Crowley and Jo didn't know why, he was just a damned cross-roads demon, where did he get henchmen from? Jo didn't much care at the moment, what she did care about was getting free.

Jo was dragged by the demon that had hold of her to be a barrier between the boys and Crowley, things could have been worse and so she was waiting now just for the right time to get out of this situation.

There was some talking and Jo moved her dagger about to get a firmer grip on the handle, like hell she would let Dean give up the colt and Ruby's knife just for her, she needed her own way of getting out of this oaf's grasp and her previous plan would do just fine. She was pretty much only going to get one shot with it and she planned on nailing this bastard right in the leg, digging in at the thigh muscle and letting it burn, if the demon left the body behind then if the person was 'fresh' as Jo liked to call them, then they'd survive, if they hadn't been maintained with food, water and medical attention then there was little chance they'd live past the few second after the demon vacated their body so if this one was alive, even barely, a stab in the leg wasn't something to critical, she knew not to hit any major arteries.

Suddenly things actually got interesting. Dean shot one of the demons, killing him dead and Jo took the opportunity of a distraction to stamp the heel of her foot down hard onto the demon holding her, she then elbowed him hard in his gut and freed herself, turned around and stabbed her father's knife hard into his thigh before pulling it out. She stepped back quickly towards Sam and Dean. "You've lost your bargaining chip, Crowley."

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Crowley was excited, almost orgasmic. If the Winchesters wanted Jo in one piece, they would have to play by his rules. He smiled, soon the gun and knife would be his. Soon the only two objects in this world that he truly feared will be in his grasp.

"Come now boys, I haven't got all day." He said, growing impatient at not getting what he so badly wanted. He couldn't kill them, not just yet, as he informed Ruby, he needed them alive for the time being.

Crowley became really angry when it appeared the boys weren't gonna go along with him. He watched as they fought his servants, killing 1 of them and wounding the other two. What was Crowley gonna do now, tell the remaining two to kill them?

He couldn't as one got a buckshot of rock salt to the chest and the other got a steel knife to the thigh. They both lay on the floor in pain. He watched as Jo went to Dean and Sam's side. He scoffed at them. "One big happy family as they say." He said anger in his voice.

He should of bought more Demons with him. Or at least bring some that weren't as dumb as a sack of bricks. "As they say, there is more then one way to skin a cat!" And with that, he transformed into his smoke form and vanished from the diner.

When he got back to his home. He snapped the neck of one of his goons. It wouldn't kill the other demon, but it made Crowley feel better. "You morons! We had them right where we wanted them. The gun and knife were mine!" He yelled at them as the demon whom neck he snapped got up.

"GO!!!! Do something useful you idiots! Get out of my sight!" He yelled at them as they left. He wanted that gun and knife so badly, and now the Winchesters still had them, and worst yet, they got Jo back as well.

"This isn't over, not by a long shot Dean and Sam." He said to himself calming down a bit. He will get them, he will teach them a lesson, he will get that gun and knife and end Jo once and for all. It was only a matter of time.

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Dean had shot the demon killing it were it stood, nothing could stand between this thing. It was the only thing that demon bitch ever did right, making bullets for the colt. Plus they did get her knife as well, which is something the black-eyed bitch is never getting back. He then realized that Sam was only using the gun filled with Rock salt, he figured he might want to be a bit more prepared for when they get this party going. “Here Sammy speaking of the hell bitch.” He said while taking out the knife from his coat. “Here Sam take this.” He wanted to make sure that his brother was safe as well, taking on Crowley and his men could get ugly. He was going to need something a lot better then rock salt.

Dean knew that Jo was a tough girl so he wasn’t really worried after he shot the first one. He knew that she would know that was her que to get away from them, which she did quite well, even taking it upon herself to stabbing them with her dads blade. Dean still remembers how she use to mess with that thing all the time, loving that it use to be her dad’s. Which Dean can understand he still worships the things that belonged to his dad. His coat that he still wears, his tape collection, and most of all the car he use to drive which is now Dean’s. These things still hold important place close to Dean and he would die with out them. But most of all he would die with out the car.

Jo had gotten away from Crowley coming over near Sam and Dean, he had lost his bargaining chip and was fucked. He had nothing on them now, looks like Crowley plains were finished. “Yeah we are one big happy family all right, one big happy family that’s going to kill your ass.” Dean said while still pointing the colt at him. “It might be smart for you and your boys to smoke out of here, other wise you might not like the out come once we are done.” Dean could help but have a big smile on his face, knowing that the demon wasn’t going to win this one he was out of options.

It wasn’t long after that Crowley had vanished, leaving the diner along with his demon bitches. He knew he couldn’t win this. “Well I guess we showed him huh?” He said giving his brother a smile before looking to Jo. Things were done and calm now and he knew he could do what he had been dying to do. Taking Jo in his arms for a hug not waiting to let up. “I cant believe you our here Jo, I was starting to worry I would never see you again.” Dean let up looking at her confused and happy to see her. “So how are you back, I mean how did you get here?”

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Tagged- Sam, Jo and Crowley
Outfit-Make Later
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