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 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔-𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, because why use a chair when making a scene was part of the charm — especially on her birthday? She ripped into the gifts around her like a tornado in glitter wrapping paper, fully aware of the way her dad's eye twitched every time she shifted her weight and the table creaked beneath her.
"Kid, I swear to God, if you don't get off the damn table—"
She held up a hand, not even looking at him. "Dad. It's my birthday. You can suffer."
Dean let out a long sigh — the kind that said I've fought demons easier than raising this kid — and took a swig from his bottle. Not beer. Root beer. Jovi noticed. The soda didn't foam like beer did, didn't stink up the air the way his bottles used to. He'd been sober for weeks now, and she could see the way his hand curled tight around the neck of the bottle like it grounded him.
She didn't say anything about it. She wouldn't. She didn't even know when he decided to finally give up the beer. But a small, reluctant piece of her was proud.
Sam passed her a rectangular box. "Here, this one's from me."
Jovi tore into it and — of course — it was books. She let out an exaggerated groan. "Oh my God, Uncle Sam, you shouldn't have." She deadpanned, holding them up. "No, seriously. You shouldn't have."
Sam rolled his eyes. "They're rare lore books, Jovi. One of them is about your powers the others are spell books"
She wouldn't admit that intrigued her but she still let out a playful groan. "Ugh. You are the worst." She flipped through the pages not missing the familiar hum of magic that lingered in the ink. "Did you at least get them from some creepy old bookstore run by a guy who definitely sold his soul for knowledge?"
Sam smirked. "Obviously."
Jovi grinned happily. "I'll cherish them."
Cas was next, handing her an envelope. Jovi opened it, unfolding the paper inside, and her eyebrows shot up. "You got me a fake ID?"
