The teen sighed, dragging her feet over to the couch and throwing herself down onto it. Jody sat beside her. "For the record, the school didn't tell me anything except that you broke Blake's nose, which I'm not mad about if he did something wrong."

Jovi scoffed "don't worry, he deserved it" her voice was scratchy from all the crying she'd done, Jody didn't want to push the teen into another breakdown, she knew how when Dean was pushed into admitting his feelings it never went well, the same went for Jovi. She reached out tucking a strand of hair behind the teens ear "that's good, one less assault charge to deal with" Jovi chuckled but the amusement never met her eyes.

"You can tell me Jov, you know I'm not going to judge you"

Jovi glanced up at Jody, her eyes glossy as she replayed the morning's events in her mind. The weight of her thoughts pressed down on her chest as she took a deep breath, preparing to unload her burden. Haltingly, she recounted everything from start to finish, not sparing the sordid detail that had ignited the whole ordeal. With each word, it felt as if a dam inside her was breaking, releasing a torrent of emotions she had kept pent up for too long. Though her friends had believed her, the school saw her as nothing more than an easy piece of ass, a perception that gnawed at her soul. By the time she finished, tears streamed down her face, her sobs echoing through the room as Jody held her tightly, feeling the tremors of her grief.

Jody's heart ached as she listened, each sob piercing her like a knife. She felt a pang of guilt, a sense of failure. She was supposed to protect Jovi, to keep her safe while Dean was off dealing with forces beyond their understanding. Instead, here was his daughter, broken and sobbing in her arms. Jody also felt a deep regret; she had encouraged Jovi to embrace love, to not shy away from it. Now, that advice seemed to have backfired spectacularly.

"I'm sorry, I messed up. I-I should've said no," Jovi sniffled, pulling away slightly to meet Jody's eyes. Her voice was shaky, each word laced with self-recrimination.

Jody's brows furrowed in confusion and gentle disagreement as she shook her head. "Sorry? You have nothing to be sorry about. You made a mistake, and that's okay. It's what makes us human. That hurt you're feeling—it's a good thing. It's a sign that you're out of that cave. You allowed yourself to feel, to trust someone. That's what's important, no matter how it ended."

Jovi knew Jody was right. Since she had come to this school, life had taken a turn for the better. She felt more comfortable, more confident in herself. The constant vigilance she once lived with had eased, and she was happier to open herself up to new people. For years, she had been wary of letting anyone get too close, but now, that worry was slowly being pushed to the back of her mind. Jody's words were like a balm, soothing the raw edges of her heart, reminding her that even in the midst of pain, there was growth and a chance for renewal.

"Tell me one thing through" Jody added the teens eyes finding hers once more "did you use protection?"

Jovi cringed, gave scrunching up as she hastily replied "Yes! Yes! I swear! I might be a idiot but I'm not stupid"

Jody chuckled nodding in approval "good, just had to check. Why don't I run you a nice bath and we can spend the rest of the day watching cheesy chick flicks and eating our feelings away?" Jovi sniffled the last of her tears away looking up at the woman with appreciation and adoration "you read my mind"

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𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 as he pulled into the driveway, the familiar creak of the Impala's door breaking the evening's quiet. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden hue over the front porch that he wasted no time running up to leaving Sam to chase after him. He hastily knocked on the door impatiently shifting on his feet, the door flew open a few seconds after revealing the woman they'd been waiting for "thank god, you're here" Jody said with a relieved sigh eyes locking on Deans worried ones "how's she doing?" He asked as he stepped inside looking around for any sign of his daughter but instead he only found Ares, Claire and Alex on the couch, both sending him empathetic looks

"Not good, she's been asleep all afternoon — barely left her room. We've tried to tempt her with some of her favourites foods but she keeps saying she's not hungry, Kat even came over but Jovi didn't want to see her, just said she wanted to be alone so..."

Deans heart shattered at Jody's words, his little girl was struggling, not knowing how to handle her emotions or deal with them. He wanted to track down that British son of a bitch and make him beg for forgiveness for breaking his daughters heart, he still didn't know the full situation but judging by the looks on the people around him faces — it wasn't good at all. Dean put that pang of anger toward the boy aside. Right now, Jovi needed her dad, not a vengeful hunter.

"Where is she?" He asked his voice laced with concern, Jody gestured to the stairs "in her room, please try and get her to eat something" the woman instructed him earning a nod from the father before he disappeared up the stairs leaving Sam looking to Jody for answers "what the hell happened?"

Jody sighed deeply debating whether to tell him or let Jovi do it seeing as it was personal but before she could respond Ares anger took over his emotions causing to hiss out "Blake's a deadman walking, that's what"

Sam's face hardened realising this situation truly had to be bad if Jovi's frenemy wanted his head on a platter "such a douchebag, I can't believe he'd do something like that" Alex added only leaving Sam more concerned, Jody turned to him "you should probably sit down".

Dean stood outside Jovi's closed bedroom door, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the difficult conversation ahead. Jovi had always been resilient, but hearing about her breakup had shaken him deeply. He could feel her pain like a physical ache in his chest. Steeling himself, he knocked gently on the door. "Guys I'm not hungry," came her muffled, broken voice from the other side. Dean winced, her anguish piercing his heart. Ignoring the urge to respect her solitude, he slowly opened the door.

"Jovi? It's me," he announced softly, stepping into the dimly lit room. The only light came from her bedside lamp, casting a soft, yellow glow that barely touched the shadows gathering in the corners. He saw her huddled among her blankets, a forlorn figure draped in one of his old flannels. The familiar scent of gunpowder and whiskey, remnants of her father, clung to the fabric, offering a sense of comfort in her time of despair.

As he approached, Jovi glanced up at him, her eyes swollen and red from crying. The sight wrenched Dean's heart; it was as if a piece of him broke at the sight of her so vulnerable. He sat on the bed next to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice laced with concern and love, searching her face for a glimmer of the strong, spirited girl he knew.

"Hey, Dad," she whispered, trying to force a smile that wavered and failed, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Dean reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of her messy blonde hair behind her ear. "You don't have to pretend with me, Jovi. It's okay to be upset."

Her resolve crumbled, and the tears she had been holding back burst forth, rolling down her cheeks. "I just... I thought he was different. I trusted him, and he... he just threw it all away," she sobbed, her voice breaking with the weight of Blakes betrayal.

Dean's jaw tightened, struggling to keep his own anger in check. He hated seeing her hurt like this. "I know, sweetheart. It hurts like hell. But this doesn't define you. You're still the amazing, strong person you've always been. This is just a painful chapter in your story."

Jovi wiped at her tears, looking up at him with a mixture of heartbreak and gratitude. She sat up, still clutching the flannel around her. "It just hurts so much, Dad. I feel like I made such a huge mistake."

Dean pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her as if he could shield her from all the pain in the world. His chin rested on top of her head, his voice soothing as he spoke. "Mistakes are a part of life, Jovi. They don't make you who you are. It's how you pick yourself up and keep going that matters." Jovi clung to him, letting herself be vulnerable, the dam of her emotions breaking fully as she cried into his chest.

They sat in silence, the room filled with the soft sounds of her sobs and the quiet hum of the night outside. Dean stroked her hair, whispering words of comfort, just as he had when she was a child afraid of the dark. He wished with all his heart that he could take her pain away, but all he could do was hold her and let her know she wasn't alone.

After what felt like an eternity, Jovi pulled back, looking up at him with a glimmer of determination in her eyes. "I'll be okay, Dad. It just... it might take some time."

Dean smiled, his pride for her shining through his own sorrow. "That's my girl. We'll get through this together, one step at a time."

Jovi nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. For the first time since the breakup, she felt a flicker of hope. It was small, like a candle in the wind, but it was there. She knew the road ahead would be tough, full of more tears and heartache. But with her dad by her side, she felt like she could face anything.

"You want me to shoot him? I can make it look like a accident" Dean half joked, if she gave him the word he'd do it no questions asked. Jovi let a small chuckle past her lips which was like music to her father's ears "no, deaths an easy way out. I need to get my own back first" Dean's heart swelled with pride as he let out a breathy laugh "whatever you wanna do, I'm there" Jovi happily hugged him again, she stayed in his protective embrace for the rest of the night.

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𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 low behind the line of trees surrounding Blake's house, his flashlight off, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "So, this is the guy's Jeep, huh?" he muttered, nodding toward the vehicle parked in the driveway.

"Yep," Jovi replied, her voice sharp. "His pride and joy."

Dean snorted. "Figures. Looks like the kind of thing a guy like him would compensate with." He glanced at Jovi, his expression serious for a moment. "You sure about this, kid? You don't have to prove anything to me."

Jovi rolled her eyes. "This isn't about proving anything, Dad. This is about payback. He deserves this."

Dean shook his head but couldn't hide his grin. "Alright, then. Let's give him what's coming."

The two crept forward, moving with the kind of practiced stealth that came from years of hunting. Dean had already formed an opinion about Blake during their brief interactions, and it wasn't favorable. The guy was cocky, careless, and, as far as Dean was concerned, didn't deserve Jovi. Tonight was just another reason to reinforce that point.

When they reached the Jeep, Dean pulled out a toolkit and handed Jovi a can of washable spray paint. "You handle the art. I'll take care of the engineering."

Jovi grinned, shaking the can. "Deal."

She started spraying bold words across the Jeep's sides: PIECE OF SHIT, LIAR, and MANWHORE. On the hood, she scrawled SMALL DICK in huge letters. Meanwhile, Dean popped the hood and started tampering with the engine.

"Gotta ask," Dean said as he worked, loosening a few wires, "what did you ever see in this guy? He seems like the type who orders sparkling water at a dive bar."

Jovi laughed quietly, crouching to spray paint a big arrow on the driver's door with the word LOSER. "At first, he was sweet. Funny. I guess I thought he was different." She paused, her voice hardening. "But once he thought he had me, he stopped trying. Started treating me like I was just... there."

Dean grunted, yanking out a fuse and pocketing it. "Classic. Kid's a lightweight who got too comfortable. You deserve better."

Jovi gave him a grateful look before turning back to her work. "Thanks, Dad."

Dean moved to the car's interior, fiddling with the radio. "Alright, this'll blast Barry Manilow every time he starts the car. Should last a few days, at least."

Jovi snickered. "Perfect. I want him to hate it."

With the engine tampered and the radio set, the two moved to the final step: a roll of plastic wrap. Together, they wrapped the Jeep tightly, covering the doors, windshield, and mirrors until it looked like a shiny, oversized cocoon.

By the time they were finished, the Jeep was unrecognizable. Jovi stepped back, admiring their work. "Think he'll get the message?"

Dean slung his bag over his shoulder, a proud smirk on his face. "Oh, he'll get it. And if he doesn't, he's dumber than I thought."

Jovi laughed, her mood lighter than it had been in days. "You never liked him, did you?"

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Not even a little. But you needed to figure that out for yourself." He paused, his voice softening. "I'm just glad you did before it got worse."

Jovi nodded, her grin fading into something more thoughtful. "Me too."

They slipped back into the night, disappearing as silently as they had come. When Blake woke up the next morning to find his beloved Jeep vandalized and wrapped up like a present, he'd know exactly who had the last word. And Jovi would have the satisfaction of knowing she wasn't letting anyone, especially Blake, take her for granted again.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, Jovi shuffled into the kitchen, her hair a tangled mess, dark circles under her eyes. She hadn't slept much, her mind replaying every detail of the past few days. Dean was already at the table, nursing a cup of coffee and flipping through the newspaper.

"Morning, kiddo," he greeted, glancing up as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Morning," Jovi mumbled, sliding into the seat across from him. She stared into her mug, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim.

Dean set the paper aside, studying her with a raised eyebrow. "You okay?"

Jovi shrugged, letting out a humorless laugh. "Not really." She paused, shaking her head. Dean sighed finally preparing to ask her for the reason they'd broken up, he'd given it a couple days for her to calm down but he also didn't want to seem like he was prying "listen, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to but what really happened between you and Blake?"

Jovi tensed up, she pulled her sleeves over her hands preparing herself to come clean. "Um, he told everyone that—" Jovi took a breath before continuing already cringing at the thought of telling him what happened between her and Blake. "—that we slept together while we were at the cabin" Her voice cracked slightly, and she clenched her jaw to keep her composure.

Dean froze, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, and then to something darker — anger. His arms dropped to his sides, his fists clenching instinctively. "He did what?"

Jovi looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "He told his friends. Bragged about it, like it was some kind of conquest. Like... like I was just another story for him to tell." Her voice wavered, but her anger gave her strength. "And what's worse is it's true. We did, but it wasn't... it wasn't like that for me. It wasn't just some fling. I thought—" She stopped, choking on the words.

Dean's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a mixture of fury and heartbreak. He took a deep breath, trying to contain himself, but the storm brewing inside him was hard to tamp down.

"Jovi," he said carefully, his voice low and controlled. "I swear to God, if I ever see that kid again—"

"Dad, don't," Jovi interrupted, her tone firm but soft. "I don't need you to go full Dean Winchester on him, okay? I just... I just need you to understand."

"Understand what?" Dean demanded, his voice rising slightly. "That this punk used my daughter? That he treated you like some damn trophy?"

Jovi stood, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. "That I'm hurt, Dad! That I let myself trust someone, and they broke it. That no matter how hard I try to be strong, it still hurts like hell!"

Dean's face softened immediately, the anger melting away as he saw the pain in her eyes. He stepped closer, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder. "Jovi..."

"I thought he cared," she continued, her voice quieter now, tears finally slipping down her cheeks. "I thought it meant something to him, like it did to me. But I was wrong. And now I just feel... stupid."

"Hey, no," Dean said firmly, his hand moving to cup her face, his thumb brushing away a tear. "You are not stupid. You hear me? That guy? He's the idiot. He had something amazing, and he threw it away because he doesn't know how to be a man."

Jovi sniffled "I just feel... empty. Like, I put so much into that relationship, and now it's just gone. I don't even know where to start."

Deans expression softened. "Listen, breakups suck. There's no sugarcoating that. But you're stronger than this, Jovi. You always have been."

"Doesn't feel like it," she muttered, avoiding his gaze.

Dean could see how much this relationship had actually affected her, she was like a shell of who she used to be. Her usual playful sarcastic manner was gone, that spark she once wore had died out once again and it was killing him inside. "You've been through worse than some dickhead boyfriend who didn't know how lucky he was. And yeah, it's gonna hurt for a while. That's just how this stuff works. But you're gonna get through it, because that's what you do. You pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and keep going."

Jovi finally looked at him, her eyes glassy. "What if it takes forever to feel normal again?"

Dean gave her a small, reassuring smile. "It won't. I promise. It might take a little time, but one day you're gonna wake up, and it won't feel so heavy anymore. You'll realize you're better off without someone who doesn't see how amazing you are."

Jovi sniffled, trying to hold back tears. "You really think so?"

Dean chuckled, ruffling her hair. "I know so. And hey, you've got me, Jody, Sam and your friends in your corner. You're not doing this alone."

She managed a small smile, brushing at her eyes. "Thanks, Dad."

Dean raised his coffee mug in a mock toast. "Anytime, kiddo. Now, how about we go grab some greasy diner food and talk about anything other than that idiot Blake?"

Jovi laughed, the sound weak but genuine. "That actually sounds perfect."

"Good," Dean said, standing up and grabbing his jacket. "Let's go remind you what real happiness tastes like—pancakes, bacon, and way too much syrup."

Jovi followed him out the door, her heart feeling just a little lighter. Maybe he was right. Maybe, with time, she'd be okay.

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All too well describes Blake and Jovi perfectly. 1 more chapter until I'm back on the shows plot, question do we like the original chapters? Because I feel like they drag on so much. But keep voting and commenting!