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 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 filled the bunker's library, but honestly? Jovi could barely concentrate on it. The whole atmosphere was suffocating, like a bad perfume lingering in the air. She sat in one of the leather chairs, her phone pressed to her ear, trying to act like everything was totally fine. Spoiler alert: it was not fine. It was so not fine.
"Okay, so I know I've been completely MIA," Jovi said, her voice smooth, but there was a hint of something sharp beneath it, like she was carefully walking a tightrope. "But I swear I've got a good reason."
On the other end, Ares' voice cracked with a hint of panic. "You've been gone for days, Jovi! Kat and I literally thought you were dead or something!"
"Not dead," Jovi muttered, the sarcasm practically dripping from her words. She rolled her eyes, even though no one could see her. "But not far off."
"What does that even mean?" Kat jumped in, clearly annoyed now, but Jovi wasn't in the mood for this.
Jovi sighed dramatically, curling her legs underneath her like she was some kind of Instagram model and not a freaked-out teenager who'd just been tortured by a psycho British woman. "I got kidnapped. By some psycho British woman. She tortured me and Uncle Sam for two days. My Dad, newly resurrected grandmother Mary, and Cas saved us, but... yeah. It was rough."
There was a moment of absolute silence. She could practically feel the shock on the other end of the phone. Well, that went over well, she thought, tapping her nails against the armrest.
Ares broke the silence with a yell. "You what? Kidnapped? Resurrected grandmother? Are you serious right now?"
"Do I sound like I'm joking?" Jovi shot back, her tone dry as a martini and just as bitter. She ran a hand through her hair and leaned back in the chair, trying to pretend like she didn't feel like her entire world was falling apart. "Trust me, I wish I was. And it gets worse."
"How could it possibly get worse?" Kat asked cautiously, clearly trying to keep up with Jovi's rollercoaster of a life.
Jovi hesitated. She could feel the weight of the next words sitting like a rock in her throat. She didn't want to drag her friends into this anymore, but like, could she really keep this from them? No, she couldn't. They deserved the truth. Sort of.
