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...
𝑱𝒐𝒗𝒊 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓 was placed into her hand, the scent of grilled meat and melted cheese instantly making her mouth water. Finally — some real food. They'd caught wing of a case where a woman had been whipped to death by an invisible force in a church. She'd been stuck waiting in the car for what felt like forever while her dad and uncle played dress-up as priests to get intel from the church. Yeah, like she was about to put on a nun's outfit and walk into a house of God. That would end in flames—literally. Being Lucifer's creation and all, she half-expected to combust the second she set foot inside. Hard pass.
Sam grabbed the coffees as she took a bite of her burger, letting out a pleased hum. "This is so good," she mumbled through her food, fully enjoying the greasy, delicious mess in her hands.
Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "Nice to see you smile."
Jovi knew what he meant. He thought she hadn't been herself lately — and he wasn't wrong. Not like she'd ever been particularly sunshine and rainbows, but after everything? Losing her dad —allegedly. Aria betraying her. Jennifer showing up out of nowhere. Mary leaving. It was like one emotional gut punch after another, and frankly, she was tired of getting knocked down.
Sam's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "So... what'd you do with Jennifer's number?"
Jovi glanced down at her burger, keeping her face neutral. "I put it in my phone case."
She had put it there. Not because she wanted to use it, but because she figured it was better to have it and never call than not have it and regret it. And maybe, deep down, part of her didn't want to admit that she wasn't completely shutting the door on her mother.
Sam nodded, then asked, "How do you feel about her being back?"
Jovi sighed, her fingers tightening around the paper-wrapped burger. That was the million-dollar question, wasn't it?
When she first saw Jennifer's face, she'd been blazing, white-hot fury. The kind of anger that settled deep in her chest, making her want to scream, throw something — anything — at the woman who had walked away sixteen years ago without a damn trace. Jennifer had no right to show up now, all wide-eyed and apologetic, acting like she actually gave a crap.
