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Eliot/Jo - Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Fandom: Leverage/Supernatural
Title: Somewhere Over the Rainbow
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Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Jo Harvelle, Castiel
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kissbingo Prompt: Body: Hands
10_orders Prompt: 6. Tell me the truth.
tamingthemuse Prompt: Splice
Content Warning: Spoilers for Season 5 of Supernatural.
Summary: Heaven was about perception.
Author’s Note: Part of my Thinking of You series. Follows “Different Demons to Fight.” People have different opinions about Ellen and Jo in Heaven. Personally, I like to think they are—Ash just hasn’t found them yet—but for the intents and purposes of this verse, they are, no matter what canon says. This is also incredibly long. I shouldn’t let Cas and Jo have conversations.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. Supernatural belongs to Kripke and Leverage belongs to Devlin. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Heaven was about perception.
She had learned that pretty early on. Jo had never given a lot of consideration to what Heaven was actually like beyond the fact that she would see her father again, and when she arrived there and was stuck in the middle of one of her favorite memories of her father, it took her a minute to adjust to the idea that she wasn’t getting her father, live and in person. One of the angels, Zachariah, occasionally popped in to inform her that she would see her father one day—he promised—but she trusted him just about as much as she trusted any angel other than Castiel. She knew that that day probably wasn’t coming, no matter what they had promised, and she just settled in to the comfort of her own memories—taking her father as she had had him when he was alive and not asking for more than that. She stayed that way for a long time, but eventually she knew she had to move on, or she would get bored very, very quickly.
After a while, memories of her father and her parents faded to just memories of the Roadhouse, little moments where she was all on her own, whether it was to wipe down the bar or set it up, but there was something comforting in the silence. Something warm and familiar mixed in with the things that had been gone for so long that she had almost forgotten. She knew that there was something missing, however. There was a presence in the silence, an empty shadow that she needed to be filled, but she couldn’t quite figure out who. It wasn’t her mother, and it wasn’t a Winchester, but it was someone. She didn’t like that she couldn’t figure it out, but she supposed she had eternity to figure it out.
It didn’t stop the occasional visitor from popping in.
“Hello, Jo.”
She was starting to develop a sixth sense for when angels were coming and going, but this was the first time that it had been an angel she actually wanted to see. She spun around and flashed him a bright smile before making her way around the bar to hug him. “Hey, Cas. I thought you were persona non gratta around here.”
“The war is over,” he replied as he pulled back. “I … got promoted.”
“Well, it’s good to see you,” she said with a bit of a smirk. “Can I get you a beer? Don’t know if it’s real, but it’s something.”
“No, I’m fine.” He looked around at the Roadhouse, before turning back to her again. “How are you … adjusting?”
She shrugged. “Some days are better than others. I just … don’t know what to do now. Feels like there’s something missing.”
His head tipped to the side as he sat at the bar, watching her carefully. “They say that some Heavens are meant to be shared between soulmates.”
“Soulmates, huh?” she said with a smirk. “Too bad I never got the chance to meet mine.” There had never been a lot of people in Jo’s life let alone people that she ever felt significantly about. Dean was one, but that was never meant to work, and then there was … someone. Someone else—the name was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t quite say it. It might have registered her to the fact that the shape that was missing and the name she couldn’t find might have been one in the same but she was dismissing that for now and focusing on the angel in front of her. “But I guess other people can’t cross over?”
“Certain individuals can,” he replied. “Ash being one of them.”
“Ash?” Her face lit up with a small smile. “God, I miss him.”
“Give him some time,” he said softly. “Heaven is hard to navigate, even for those who know what they’re doing.”
She nodded. “I’ll keep an eye out. Sure you don’t want that beer?”
“I’m sure. I should go.” He started to get up and make his way towards the door, when Jo spoke up again.
“Hey, Cas?” she asked, looking over at him with uncertain eyes. “How long has it been? Since I—”
Her voice trailed off, and he gave her a small smile before nodding. “About a year.”
A year. Not as long as she had thought it was, but still a very long time. “A year,” she nodded slowly. “And the boys?”
“Dean is alive,” he replied. “He’s living in Indiana. Sam—” His voice cut off and she shook her head.
“It’s okay,” she sighed. “I get the message.” She swallowed hard before turning back to the bar. “Good seeing you, Cas.”
“Good to see you too, Jo.”
***
It was another few months of time to herself before her world changed again. She had been heading to the back with her glasses and there he was, spliced in as evenly as if it really belonged there. Suddenly the glasses were gone, and she was standing in the kitchen of her apartment, watching him as he took a knife to some kind of vegetable she wasn’t really thinking of at the moment. It was as though there was a part of her memory that was being hidden from her, that ghost that was hanging in the back of her mind, but now she could finally put a name on it.
“Eliot.”
He glanced up and gave her that small smile, before tipping his head towards himself. “C’mon. I want you to try something.”
She remembered this moment. It wasn’t long after he started staying with her, and it was when she first learned that he was really cooking when he fixed her breakfast, not just going out and getting food when she was sleeping. She had just come home from a hunt at Harvard and was exhausted, but seeing him there in the kitchen made her smile, and she did as she was asked. This time, she did the same.
She moved so that she was pressed up against his side, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Whatcha making?”
“Stuffed mushrooms,” he replied, holding one of the small caps up for her to try. She opened her mouth, letting him feed it to her, and feeling the flavor explode on her tongue, just like it had the first time. She let out a soft groan at the taste of food—it had been a long, long time. He just smiled. “Good?”
“Divine,” she sighed softly, continuing to carry on with the conversation as he talked to her. For the first time since she landed in Heaven, she wasn’t distracted by something that was missing. She wasn’t sure if she had found it or not, but considering that it had taken her forever to get here, she wasn’t going to press her luck and question it too much. His hand came up and brushed against the side of her face lightly, and she leaned into it, probably a bit more than she should have. She missed those hands, and she missed the way they held onto her.
“You alright, sweetheart?”
She knew what the answer was, but she wasn’t sure if the answer was the same. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”
“Go get some sleep then,” he said softly, leaning in and brushing a kiss to her forehead before leaning in to kiss her. She closed her eyes into the kiss, just soaking in the moment before he pulled away again. “I’ll be in in a minute.”
“I’ll be there,” she said softly, before disappearing back into her bedroom like she was supposed to.
One memory started to blur into the next, almost like watching a movie, but it felt real, so real. Every time he touched her, every time he kissed her, it was exactly the way she remembered it, and that was more than she would ever be able to ask for. She didn’t like that it wasn’t really him, that they couldn’t talk or build on the relationship that they had been starting to build, but on some level she knew that was a good thing. It meant that he wasn’t dead. That fact alone might actually break her heart.
She had drifted off to sleep after one of their more … active … encounters, not expecting to actually sleep long—that wasn’t how Heaven worked—but more just close her eyes and open them in the next memory. When she did open them, however, there was a change she wasn’t expecting.
There was pain.
Her eyes flew open, and all she could see when she looked down was the bright red blood, everywhere, coming from her body, and she was dying all over again. Fear was starting to build up in her system, wondering what kind of cruel trick the angels were trying to play on her, and she managed to scratch out one word, looking for the one person she knew would help her.
“Castiel.”
He was there in an instant, appearing at her bedside and pressing his fingers to her forehead. A second later she was able to breathe again without feeling the pain radiating through her body, and she pulled the sheet over herself.
“What the hell was that?”
The look on Castiel’s face seemed to be just as confused as she was. “I … I do not know.”
“Don’t know?” She turned her head to glance around the apartment, and there were some definite changes. “You know something I don’t, and I think if the angels are going to screw with my Heaven, then I better know what the hell is going on.”
“Jo—the angels didn’t do this.”
“Then tell me who did? And tell me the truth, alright? Waking up bleeding my guts out is not exactly what I’d consider Heavenly behavior, and I really want to kick the ass of whoever did this.”
“That’s because this isn’t Heaven.”
It was a simple statement, but it managed to make every bit of her blood in her body run cold. “What do you mean this isn’t Heaven?”
“This isn’t Heaven,” Castiel replied evenly. “This is … Boston. Someone brought you back.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”
Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshit. She buried her face in her hands as she tried to process this. She was alive again. She was alive again. Who the hell would have done something like this? “How long have I been dead for?”
“Three years.” She was about to respond to that when Castiel’s head snapped to the side, drawn by some kind of sound in the front of the apartment. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
He strode slowly out of the room, and she did as she was told, planning on staying exactly where she was, before she heard the growl of a familiar voice. “Who the hell are you?” There was the sound of something hitting a wall, and she got to her feet with a start, wrapping the bloody sheet more tightly around herself and running into the front room.
When she got there, Castiel had Eliot by one arm, and Eliot was turning to throw another punch to try and get a hand free. The “Eliot, don’t” was out of her mouth before she could even stop it and when his head snapped in her direction, his eyes were wide and distrusting—whether it was of his own ears or her she wasn’t sure.
“Jo?”
Castiel took the opportunity while he was distracted to place two fingers to his forehead, and Eliot dropped like a lump on the floor, fast asleep. Jo sighed heavily, running a hand over her face as she looked back at him.
“That really wasn’t the way to handle that.”
“Did you have a better idea?”
She stared back at him for a moment, before running a hand through her hair. “Can you get him into the bedroom without waking him?” The angel nodded, and she nodded back. “Alright. I’m going to go see if there’s anything for me to wear around here, and take a shower—get rid of the blood and everything. You find out what did this to me.” She had been okay with being dead. While she could understand the benefits, she wasn’t looking forward to being alive again.
“What about him?”
“I’ll deal with him,” she said softly, looking over at Eliot on the floor and trying to make it seem easier than it was going to be. “One way or another.”
Title: Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Jo Harvelle, Castiel
kissbingo Prompt: Body: Hands10_orders Prompt: 6. Tell me the truth.tamingthemuse Prompt: SpliceContent Warning: Spoilers for Season 5 of Supernatural.
Summary: Heaven was about perception.
Author’s Note: Part of my Thinking of You series. Follows “Different Demons to Fight.” People have different opinions about Ellen and Jo in Heaven. Personally, I like to think they are—Ash just hasn’t found them yet—but for the intents and purposes of this verse, they are, no matter what canon says. This is also incredibly long. I shouldn’t let Cas and Jo have conversations.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. Supernatural belongs to Kripke and Leverage belongs to Devlin. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Heaven was about perception.
She had learned that pretty early on. Jo had never given a lot of consideration to what Heaven was actually like beyond the fact that she would see her father again, and when she arrived there and was stuck in the middle of one of her favorite memories of her father, it took her a minute to adjust to the idea that she wasn’t getting her father, live and in person. One of the angels, Zachariah, occasionally popped in to inform her that she would see her father one day—he promised—but she trusted him just about as much as she trusted any angel other than Castiel. She knew that that day probably wasn’t coming, no matter what they had promised, and she just settled in to the comfort of her own memories—taking her father as she had had him when he was alive and not asking for more than that. She stayed that way for a long time, but eventually she knew she had to move on, or she would get bored very, very quickly.
After a while, memories of her father and her parents faded to just memories of the Roadhouse, little moments where she was all on her own, whether it was to wipe down the bar or set it up, but there was something comforting in the silence. Something warm and familiar mixed in with the things that had been gone for so long that she had almost forgotten. She knew that there was something missing, however. There was a presence in the silence, an empty shadow that she needed to be filled, but she couldn’t quite figure out who. It wasn’t her mother, and it wasn’t a Winchester, but it was someone. She didn’t like that she couldn’t figure it out, but she supposed she had eternity to figure it out.
It didn’t stop the occasional visitor from popping in.
“Hello, Jo.”
She was starting to develop a sixth sense for when angels were coming and going, but this was the first time that it had been an angel she actually wanted to see. She spun around and flashed him a bright smile before making her way around the bar to hug him. “Hey, Cas. I thought you were persona non gratta around here.”
“The war is over,” he replied as he pulled back. “I … got promoted.”
“Well, it’s good to see you,” she said with a bit of a smirk. “Can I get you a beer? Don’t know if it’s real, but it’s something.”
“No, I’m fine.” He looked around at the Roadhouse, before turning back to her again. “How are you … adjusting?”
She shrugged. “Some days are better than others. I just … don’t know what to do now. Feels like there’s something missing.”
His head tipped to the side as he sat at the bar, watching her carefully. “They say that some Heavens are meant to be shared between soulmates.”
“Soulmates, huh?” she said with a smirk. “Too bad I never got the chance to meet mine.” There had never been a lot of people in Jo’s life let alone people that she ever felt significantly about. Dean was one, but that was never meant to work, and then there was … someone. Someone else—the name was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t quite say it. It might have registered her to the fact that the shape that was missing and the name she couldn’t find might have been one in the same but she was dismissing that for now and focusing on the angel in front of her. “But I guess other people can’t cross over?”
“Certain individuals can,” he replied. “Ash being one of them.”
“Ash?” Her face lit up with a small smile. “God, I miss him.”
“Give him some time,” he said softly. “Heaven is hard to navigate, even for those who know what they’re doing.”
She nodded. “I’ll keep an eye out. Sure you don’t want that beer?”
“I’m sure. I should go.” He started to get up and make his way towards the door, when Jo spoke up again.
“Hey, Cas?” she asked, looking over at him with uncertain eyes. “How long has it been? Since I—”
Her voice trailed off, and he gave her a small smile before nodding. “About a year.”
A year. Not as long as she had thought it was, but still a very long time. “A year,” she nodded slowly. “And the boys?”
“Dean is alive,” he replied. “He’s living in Indiana. Sam—” His voice cut off and she shook her head.
“It’s okay,” she sighed. “I get the message.” She swallowed hard before turning back to the bar. “Good seeing you, Cas.”
“Good to see you too, Jo.”
***
It was another few months of time to herself before her world changed again. She had been heading to the back with her glasses and there he was, spliced in as evenly as if it really belonged there. Suddenly the glasses were gone, and she was standing in the kitchen of her apartment, watching him as he took a knife to some kind of vegetable she wasn’t really thinking of at the moment. It was as though there was a part of her memory that was being hidden from her, that ghost that was hanging in the back of her mind, but now she could finally put a name on it.
“Eliot.”
He glanced up and gave her that small smile, before tipping his head towards himself. “C’mon. I want you to try something.”
She remembered this moment. It wasn’t long after he started staying with her, and it was when she first learned that he was really cooking when he fixed her breakfast, not just going out and getting food when she was sleeping. She had just come home from a hunt at Harvard and was exhausted, but seeing him there in the kitchen made her smile, and she did as she was asked. This time, she did the same.
She moved so that she was pressed up against his side, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Whatcha making?”
“Stuffed mushrooms,” he replied, holding one of the small caps up for her to try. She opened her mouth, letting him feed it to her, and feeling the flavor explode on her tongue, just like it had the first time. She let out a soft groan at the taste of food—it had been a long, long time. He just smiled. “Good?”
“Divine,” she sighed softly, continuing to carry on with the conversation as he talked to her. For the first time since she landed in Heaven, she wasn’t distracted by something that was missing. She wasn’t sure if she had found it or not, but considering that it had taken her forever to get here, she wasn’t going to press her luck and question it too much. His hand came up and brushed against the side of her face lightly, and she leaned into it, probably a bit more than she should have. She missed those hands, and she missed the way they held onto her.
“You alright, sweetheart?”
She knew what the answer was, but she wasn’t sure if the answer was the same. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”
“Go get some sleep then,” he said softly, leaning in and brushing a kiss to her forehead before leaning in to kiss her. She closed her eyes into the kiss, just soaking in the moment before he pulled away again. “I’ll be in in a minute.”
“I’ll be there,” she said softly, before disappearing back into her bedroom like she was supposed to.
One memory started to blur into the next, almost like watching a movie, but it felt real, so real. Every time he touched her, every time he kissed her, it was exactly the way she remembered it, and that was more than she would ever be able to ask for. She didn’t like that it wasn’t really him, that they couldn’t talk or build on the relationship that they had been starting to build, but on some level she knew that was a good thing. It meant that he wasn’t dead. That fact alone might actually break her heart.
She had drifted off to sleep after one of their more … active … encounters, not expecting to actually sleep long—that wasn’t how Heaven worked—but more just close her eyes and open them in the next memory. When she did open them, however, there was a change she wasn’t expecting.
There was pain.
Her eyes flew open, and all she could see when she looked down was the bright red blood, everywhere, coming from her body, and she was dying all over again. Fear was starting to build up in her system, wondering what kind of cruel trick the angels were trying to play on her, and she managed to scratch out one word, looking for the one person she knew would help her.
“Castiel.”
He was there in an instant, appearing at her bedside and pressing his fingers to her forehead. A second later she was able to breathe again without feeling the pain radiating through her body, and she pulled the sheet over herself.
“What the hell was that?”
The look on Castiel’s face seemed to be just as confused as she was. “I … I do not know.”
“Don’t know?” She turned her head to glance around the apartment, and there were some definite changes. “You know something I don’t, and I think if the angels are going to screw with my Heaven, then I better know what the hell is going on.”
“Jo—the angels didn’t do this.”
“Then tell me who did? And tell me the truth, alright? Waking up bleeding my guts out is not exactly what I’d consider Heavenly behavior, and I really want to kick the ass of whoever did this.”
“That’s because this isn’t Heaven.”
It was a simple statement, but it managed to make every bit of her blood in her body run cold. “What do you mean this isn’t Heaven?”
“This isn’t Heaven,” Castiel replied evenly. “This is … Boston. Someone brought you back.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”
Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshit. She buried her face in her hands as she tried to process this. She was alive again. She was alive again. Who the hell would have done something like this? “How long have I been dead for?”
“Three years.” She was about to respond to that when Castiel’s head snapped to the side, drawn by some kind of sound in the front of the apartment. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
He strode slowly out of the room, and she did as she was told, planning on staying exactly where she was, before she heard the growl of a familiar voice. “Who the hell are you?” There was the sound of something hitting a wall, and she got to her feet with a start, wrapping the bloody sheet more tightly around herself and running into the front room.
When she got there, Castiel had Eliot by one arm, and Eliot was turning to throw another punch to try and get a hand free. The “Eliot, don’t” was out of her mouth before she could even stop it and when his head snapped in her direction, his eyes were wide and distrusting—whether it was of his own ears or her she wasn’t sure.
“Jo?”
Castiel took the opportunity while he was distracted to place two fingers to his forehead, and Eliot dropped like a lump on the floor, fast asleep. Jo sighed heavily, running a hand over her face as she looked back at him.
“That really wasn’t the way to handle that.”
“Did you have a better idea?”
She stared back at him for a moment, before running a hand through her hair. “Can you get him into the bedroom without waking him?” The angel nodded, and she nodded back. “Alright. I’m going to go see if there’s anything for me to wear around here, and take a shower—get rid of the blood and everything. You find out what did this to me.” She had been okay with being dead. While she could understand the benefits, she wasn’t looking forward to being alive again.
“What about him?”
“I’ll deal with him,” she said softly, looking over at Eliot on the floor and trying to make it seem easier than it was going to be. “One way or another.”
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