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My name is Jo, if you call me Josephine I'll shoot your ass... literally. My father was a hunter and I wanted to be just like him. He didn't hunt the expected, but things that feel at home in the darkness. My father died when I was ten years old and from that moment on school stopped being important. I mean, who gives a shit about math, or an English essay when you know that a demon or vengeful ghost is just waiting to kill you. The only thing that stops them are the hunters. I don't know if I can be a hero like my dad, Shawn, Caleb or John, but I'm going to try.

A lot of the other hunters in the bar didn't take me seriously. They'd figuratively pat me on the head and say sure, kid you're a hunter. Except Gordon. He talked to me seriously, shared his knowledge, and helped me with my training.

I went on my first hunt with Gordon when I was sixteen. I finally got the nerve to ask him to take me with him on a hunt, and he said it was about damn time. So I lied to mom and left to hunt a Rawhead. I was scared shitless, but it was surveillance, what could go wrong? Fate laughed its ass off that night when Gordon went to investigate a sound leaving me alone in the darkness. I heard a sound to my left and all my training kicked in....NOT. I ran like hell....right into my mother. Yeah I was grounded FOREVER after that.

My mother and I used to fight all the time about me being a hunter. I thought it was her being overprotective since dad died. But, she was just being smart. I thought I knew everything, that I could handle myself. It took being grounded and not being able to leave the Roadhouse to realize I was an idiot. I was a cocky idiot which is even worse. She said the worst thing that I could do was go out there before I'm ready and end up getting someone hurt or worse. She was right.

Not counting the hunt with Gordon, I went on my FIRST hunt with Shawn and Jake Reilly when I was eighteen and it was amazing. It felt so good sending the spirit back to hell where it belonged....well helping to send the spirit back. I knew that was what I was meant to do. I haven't gone on a solo hunt yet, but I know it's only a matter of time. I just turned twenty-one and I think even my mom will agree it's time.

My name is Jo and I'm a hunter.



[Disclaimer: I am not Jo. She belongs to the imagination of Erik Kripke. I am not the woman in the icons. That would be Alona Tal. She definitely doesn’t belong to me. I make no money from this, it is purely for personal enjoyment. This journal is part of the ineffablefandom, talking_muses and creative_muses communities.]

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