It was the final fight. One of many ‘final fights’ for the Winchesters, but the last fight for Jo Harvelle.

Meg, a demon working for Azazel, sicced Hell Hounds on you all. Jo didn’t run fast enough. Fatal wounds were in her gut and legs, she couldn’t walk.

The five of you devised a plan. The Winchesters needed the Hell Hounds off their back and Jo made a decision. She would stay behind, lure the hounds to the market they had holed up in and then detonate a makeshift bomb.

She was brave. Braver than most. But she deserved better.

She sits, hand over her shirt sticky with blood, the detonator in her other hand. Body weak, eyes heavy.

Everyone said their goodbyes—it was your turn. You kneel beside her, you can tell she’s trying to put on a brave face but you see right through.

“See you on the other side.” She whispers.

“Probably sooner rather than later.” You say with a bittersweet smile

”Make it later.” She says and smiles despite the circumstances. Her eyes water. She’s scared.