Jo went on another hunt. Ellen called you and the brothers worried sick, begging you to find her, that you three owed her.

She’s right, you did.

Sam and Dean rush in, pretty quickly taking care of whatever she had been hunting down. Rather than looking scared she looks aggravated. Like she felt she could’ve handled it herself minus the slip-up. You know she’s stubborn.

You rush to her side, undoing her bindings, a frown crossed your lips when you saw a bruise and cuts on her face.

“My hero.” She murmurs and drops her head back against the post as you untie her.

You help her up.

Her scowl softens.

“Thank you.” She says begrudgingly and avoids Sam and Dean knowing they’re going to never shut up about this. She also knows she has a hell of a lecture waiting for her back home from Ellen.