Just a little disclaimer. Unfortunately I do not own these two gorgeous ghost hunters, any other characters and the actual show 'Supernatural'. Though this story is mine.

Ellen Harvelle sighed.

It was quiet. Too quiet for her liking. With the amount of years she spent in the business, she knew that a night as quiet as this, meant that something big would come soon. Her eyes scanned the place. Three in one corner. One by the front. That was all that had stumbled through tonight. Raking a hand through her aubrun hair, she waited - and hoped - for something. Anything. Just another customer to keep her busy.

"Where do you want these?"

A voice, void of any emotion, broke her thoughts. Barely anything had come out of the young girl since she had found out what had been hidden from her for so long. A missing piece of the puzzle to her father's death. And it had shaken her up to a state of no talking. The crate of beers in her arms jangled, awaiting her mother's response.

"In the back next to the latest batch,"

Her voice was hoarse. As she watched her daughter walk off, Ellen remembered the many times during the past few weeks. The many times she'd spent outside her daughter's locked bedroom, yelling for her to speak. Only orders and simple questions were exchanged between the two.

All Ellen wanted was for her to understand why she did it. Why she had protected her all those years. Protected her from the things that had taken her father. Yes, her daughter knew how to fight them in theory. But in reality, Ellen made sure her daughter never faced one in her life. There was no way she was letting her out there. Alone. Vulnerable. And unprotected.

She should've seen it coming as soon as John Winchester's boys stepped foot in her roadhouse. They inspired her daughter. They were the catalyst of her rebellion to leave and hunt.

And that she did.

The fear that Ellen felt, knowing her daughter was in the hands of those boys was unbelievable. They were the very children of the man who had no guts to show his face after the accident. Ellen let out a sad sigh, remembering the fight when they returned home.

Yelling. Tears. A door slamming as her daughter stormed out. Through the window, she watched as the eldest boy tried to speak to her. Next thing she knew, they were driving off in the distance. And her girl had barely spoken a word since.

Her head turned at some movement, breaking her train of thoughts. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she saw the blonde wiping down a table.

"I already cleaned those,"

The blonde shrugged, and continued cleaning.

"Jo.."

Nothing.

"Joanna Beth please..."

Her tone was pleading. Tired of speaking to nothing. Some acknowledgement was all she wanted. She sighed as Jo tossed the rag on the bar, and flopped down into a chair.

"It's quiet tonight. Maybe you can have an early one - "

The door swung open.

And the two Harvelle women stared.

"We need Ash,"

So much for a quiet night

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