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...
𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒕 at the table, eyes scanning his laptop screen for the next case, but the words barely registered. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the keyboard was more of a distraction than anything else —something to keep his hands busy, to keep his mind from wandering there. A coffee mug sat in front of him, filled with something stronger than he was used to these days — black coffee. No whiskey. No beer. Just coffee. Because for the first time in a long time, he was trying.
Jovi's words had cut deeper than he wanted to admit. Seeing her stumble through the aftermath of her own bad decisions, using alcohol to numb whatever storm was brewing inside her— it was like looking into a damn mirror. And that terrified him. Because this wasn't just about her screwing up at some party. It was about what came next. About the path she was starting down, a path he knew too well.
He'd spent years drowning everything in a bottle — grief, guilt, anger. And maybe he'd thought, on some level, that he could handle it, that it didn't really affect anyone but him. But now? Now, he saw the truth in his daughter's glassy eyes, in the way she avoided his gaze, in the way she brushed off what happened like it didn't matter. Like it wasn't a big deal.
But it was. Because she was watching him. Learning from him. And that realization sat in his chest like a damn anvil.
So yeah, he was trying. For her. For himself. And maybe, just maybe, she'd see that and realize she didn't have to go down that road. That she still had a choice. That it wasn't too late for either of them.
His phone buzzed. He didn't have to look at the screen to know who it was.
Jennifer.
Dean let out a slow exhale, bracing himself like a man about to walk into a bar fight he didn't start but sure as hell was about to finish. He grabbed the phone and answered. "Yeah?"
There was a pause, then—"How's Jovi?"
Straight to the point. No small talk, no pretending this was anything other than a loaded question. He supposed he should be grateful for that, but it didn't make this any easier. "She's... better," Dean said, choosing his words carefully. "Putting on her usual careless act which means she's not one hundred percent, but she's getting there."
