Jo sighed, rubbing her head as she got out of her truck. The one night with Sam was all she was thinking about, and yet she knew she had to stop thinking about it. Why would Sam want to be with a pathetic hunter? She felt her stomach growl as she grabbed her bag. She ignored it. She had to distract herself from the possibility that Jo Harvelle, who never fell in love was actually falling in love with a Winchester. She knew this wouldn't go down well with her mother.

Her mother, great she'd give her hell right now if she knew where she was. On a hunt, on her own, in the dark, millions of miles away from Nebraska. Too bad, Jo was old enough and strong enough to watch her own back. Or was she? She glanced around as she held her torch. hearing things again Jo... She muttered to herself as she glanced ahead, seeing a shadow pop out and then away again.

She walked closer, hoping it was just her imagination, but maybe it wasn't. She bit hard on her bottom lip. "Alright wise guy show your ugly head." She muttered as she stepped even further ahead. She felt something tug at her from behind and push her to the ground. What the hell? She landed face down into the mud. "Well hey if you want to take advantage of me all you gotta do is ask." she smirked.

This was no time for fun and games. She only hoped Sam wasn't around to see her like this. Or anyone. She grabbed for her shotgun as she rolled back over to see what it was, but there was no one there. Son of a bitch, she growled as she got up, dusting herself down, and wiping some of the mud off. "Real cute asshole." She said so loudly they could hear.