Jovi Winchester never had a easy life, especially being born into a world of hunting. But her life got flipped upside down when her dad dies once again but this time comes back as a demon and he's nothing but trouble for society.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆...
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 and Ares Cassidy were currently fighting for their lives in was dark and looked as though it was on the brick of collapse, a young couple was hung up by their wrists in metal chains, small cuts and bruises littering their faces. Sam and Dean took the bigger werewolves on, Jovi and Ares were left with the other.
Jovi gripped the silver knife in her hand, twirling it once for dramatic effect. Ares stood beside her, looking all tense and ready for action — adorable, really. The werewolf looming over them decided it was dinner time and lunged straight at Ares, grabbing his wrist in a vice grip. The poor guy grimaced, struggling against the beast's strength.
"God, dog's breath," he muttered, his face twisting in disgust.
Jovi internally snorted. Wow, insightful observation, Sherlock. Maybe if you ask nicely, he'll start chewing gum before attacking. Ares, being all gallant and heroic, tried shoving the werewolf back. Yeah, that didn't work. Instead, the thing chucked him to the floor like a used napkin.
Jovi sighed dramatically. Right. Guess it's my turn.
The werewolf spun towards her, swinging a meaty fist, but she was already moving. She dodged easily, switching her knife to her dominant hand before slashing upwards in a brutal uppercut, the blade biting deep. The wolf stumbled, gasping, but she wasn't done. She grabbed his shoulders, slammed her knee into his stomach, and, with a final, satisfying thrust, drove the knife straight into his heart.
The werewolf locked eyes with her, gasping as his body gave out. "Yeah, yeah. Down you go" she muttered as he collapsed in a heap.
Just as the body hit the ground, Sam and Dean finished off their own wolves. Jovi, still barely winded, rolled her eyes. God, was that it?
With a casual motion, she used her foot to flip the werewolf's corpse over, then yanked her knife free from his chest. Ares, still panting from his very brief, very unsuccessful fight, gawked at her.
"You're making me look really bad," he said between breaths.
Jovi grinned, wiping her blade on the werewolf's shirt. "Maybe that's because you are?"
