I'm Tired
Labrinth & Zendaya
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𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓
𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 12
𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

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𝑱𝒐𝒗𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 losing her goddamn mind.

First, her dad allegedly dies — because apparently, that's just something that happens in her life annually. Then she gets kidnapped and tortured like it's another Tuesday, her mother suddenly decides to resurface after years of being MIA, and Lucifers back in the picture as he refuses to take a damn vacation from tormenting her family. And now? Her grandmother, abandons them by choice. Not to mention their last case with the Petersons that had been tormenting her for days.

Could her month get any worse?

Yes. Yes, it absolutely could.

She lay sprawled out on her bed, staring at the ceiling, arms spread like she was waiting for divine intervention. It was a cruel joke at this point. How was it that people her age were worrying about prom dates and college applications while she was out here dodging death, demons, and literal family drama from hell?

Why couldn't she just be normal?

As if Chuck himself heard her, her phone buzzed on the nightstand, vibrating against the wood like an annoying little reminder that life never stopped for her. She grabbed it without looking, sighing when she saw the name flashing on the screen.

Kat.

Jovi furrowed her brows before answering. "Hello?"

"Jovi! Thank God. So, I might just have the best pitch ever," Kat said, the background noise making it clear she was walking around. Probably pacing in excitement, like she always did when she had a so-called brilliant idea.

Jovi frowned. "Okay...?"

"You remember Jordan, right?"

Jovi blinked. A face popped into her mind, vaguely familiar. Tall, maybe? Brown hair? She was pretty sure he sat somewhere in the back of her Biology class.

"I guess?"

"Well, he's throwing this party—big deal, junior year, all that. Everyone's going," Kat continued, her excitement practically radiating through the phone. "So, my pitch is...I come get you, and we go to this party. Sound good?"

Jovi exhaled through her nose, rubbing her temple. Kat was talking like this was some casual thing, like Jovi didn't live in an underground fortress with some of the most paranoid men on the planet.

"Kat, I'd love to," Jovi started, tone heavy with sarcasm, "but how exactly do you expect me to sneak out of an impenetrable bunker? The damn door practically creates an earthquake whenever it opens, and let's not forget that my dad and uncle sleep like soldiers ready for battle at any given moment. You're asking me to perform a miracle."

Kat groaned dramatically, and Jovi could already picture the eye-roll happening on the other end of the line. "You're Jovi freakin' Winchester. Same girl who has powers, You could sneak out of Fort Knox if you wanted to."

Jovi bit the inside of her cheek. Damn it, she has a point.

"Besides," Kat continued, clearly sensing her hesitation, "you're my best friend, who I haven't seen in, like, two months. I need you there. And hey, Ares is going, so your personal attack dog will be on duty. Plus Arias not around anymore to bother you either."

Guess the Brits really did send Aria and Bevell back to London. Jovi let out a breath, staring at her closet. Her fingers tapped absently against the phone case.

Did she really want to do this? Did she need to? Sneaking out was risky as hell, but maybe she deserved a night of normalcy. A break from the madness. Just one night where she wasn't Jovi Winchester, The Sapphire Witch, legacy of the supernatural world — but just a teenager at a high school party.

"I don't have anything to wear," she muttered, more to herself than anything.

Kat squealed. "That's not a no! I'll bring something for you—don't even worry about it. Just get ready, send me the location, I'll be there in 30."

Jovi sighed, pressing the heel of her palm against her forehead. "I hate you."

"Love you too, byeeee!"

The call ended before Jovi could protest, leaving her staring at the screen like it had personally betrayed her.

She groaned, throwing her phone onto the bed before running a hand through her hair.

"What the hell am I doing?"

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 in full swing — bodies pressed together, bass shaking the walls, the air thick with booze and teenage desperation. Red solo cups littered every available surface, some half-drunk, others completely abandoned. It smelled like cheap beer, cheap cologne, and bad decisions.

Jovi Winchester was right in the center of it.

Kat had outdone herself with the outfit— maroon leather mini skirt that barely covered her ass, a tight black crop top that showcased just enough stomach to be a tease, and matching maroon go-go boots that made her legs look dangerous. She looked hot as hell, and she knew it.

She and Kat danced in the middle of the chaos, drinks in hand, screaming along to Drunk in Love like they were the main characters in the best kind of movie — the kind where nothing bad ever happened, and the girls always got what they wanted.

Jovi tipped her cup back, swallowing the last of her drink before looking at the empty space with a pout. "Tragic," she announced, leaning down to Kat. "I need a refill."

"Me too!" Kat yelled back.

Together, they strutted through the sea of bodies toward the kitchen, ignoring the way guys turned to watch them. Jovi thrived on the attention. What was the point of looking this good if no one was staring?

As soon as they reached the kitchen, though, Jovi's good mood soured.

Ares was there, standing way too close to some blonde girl she didn't recognize. He was smiling — flirting —Jovi raised a brow kinda proud that he'd managed to talk to a girl. She grabbed the bottle of liquor, pouring more into her cup like it was her goddamn birthright. The movement caught Ares' attention, and as soon as he spotted her, his whole face shifted — surprise, then frustration.

"Uh, I'll be right back," he muttered to the blonde before making a beeline for Jovi and Kat, already looking so done with their existence.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Ares demanded, his eyes flicking down to her cup like it personally offended him. "And drinking that?"

Jovi scoffed, swirling the liquid around before taking a slow, deliberate sip just to piss him off. "I don't know, Ares. Maybe I'm being a teenager? Enjoying life? You only live once, baby." She smirked, licking a stray drop of alcohol from her lip.

Kat giggled, already tipsy,  Ares pointed at her. "You totally dragged her into this, didn't you?" he accused.

"She needed to get out of that claustrophobic bunker," Kat defended, sipping from her own cup. Jovi agreed with that, she needed a break from the tragedy that was her life. "So chill."

Ares pinched the bridge of his nose, already looking like he regretted ever being friends with them. "Are you driving too?"

Kat rolled her eyes. "Ares—"

"No. You two are so irresponsible." He shot Jovi a seriously? look. "Your dad will literally murder you if he finds you here. And you—" he turned to Kat, "drunk driving is against the law, you know. Daddy's not gonna be able to bail you out of that one."

Kat narrowed her eyes, giving him a sickly sweet smile. "Coming from the guy who literally murders things that look like people? Pretty sure the cops would be way more interested in you than me, babe. Plus who said anything about drunk driving? There's this amazing thing called Uber."

Ares clenched his jaw. Jovi just rolled her eyes dramatically. "Ugh, you always have to ruin the fun," she sighed. "Just don't tell my dad. That's all I'm asking."

Ares weighed his options, clearly running through all the ways this could go horribly wrong before finally exhaling. "Fine. But I'm driving you two back. No arguments."

Jovi and Kat immediately saluted like little assholes. "Aye aye, Captain Buzzkill."

Ares just shook his head, muttering, "Gonna be the death of me," before stalking off.

As soon as he was gone, Jovi and Kat turned to each other and burst out laughing.

Tonight was gonna be so much fun.

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𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆.

Dean shot up in bed, gasping for air, his heart hammering like he'd just sprinted a mile. His skin was damp with sweat, his hands clenched into fists against the sheets. The image of Jovi — his baby girl — bleeding out in front of him was still burned into his mind like a sick, endless loop. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it. Couldn't forget the way her body had gone still, the way he'd failed her.

He scrubbed a hand down his face, exhaling shakily before glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 00:45.

Dean let out a slow breath, forcing his heartbeat to settle. But the more he sat there, the heavier the feeling in his chest got. His gut was screaming at him, telling him to check on her.

After a long moment of internal debate, he gave in.

Quietly, he got out of bed, padding down the hallway toward Jovi's room. He eased the door open just enough to peek inside. Sure enough, there she was, curled up under a cocoon of blankets, safe and sound.

Dean exhaled, some of the tension in his chest loosening. But then he noticed something. The blankets weren't moving. Not even a little. No soft breathing, no shifting. Just... stillness.

Dean frowned, stepping further into the room. The closer he got, the more off it felt. His stomach twisted. Then, realization hit.

Without hesitation, he ripped back the covers, revealing a perfectly arranged pile of pillows.

The oldest goddamn trick in the book.

"Son of a bitch," Dean growled, his blood pressure skyrocketing.

Spinning on his heel, he stormed out of the room, heading straight for Sam's. He didn't even knock — just threw the door open and barked, "Sam!"

Sam practically leapt out of bed, fumbling for the lamp. "What? What?!" he asked, still half-asleep, blinking up at Dean like he expected a demon to be standing there.

"Jovi's gone!" Dean snapped. "Little shit pulled the oldest trick in the book and snuck out!"

Sam, now fully awake, blinked in surprise. "Wait—Jovi snuck out?"

"Yeah! We need to track her phone—now."

Sam, still processing, let out a breathy chuckle. "Dean, if she snuck out, she's probably just at a party or with Ares or something."

Dean wasn't laughing. His mind was already spiraling. "Exactly! She's a teenage girl, drinking illegally, surrounded by teenage boys," he spat. "She could be stumbling home right now in the dark where anything could get her."

The concern in his voice was sharp enough to cut. Sam sighed, nodding in understanding. "Okay. We'll track her phone."

And if Jovi thought she was getting off easy, she had another thing coming.

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𝑱𝒐𝒗𝒊 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 the kitchen counter, lazily swirling her drink while Kat shamelessly flirted with some all-American, Chad-looking dude. Dark haired, muscular, with a cocky smile that had Kat practically twirling her hair like a lovesick teenager.

Which left Jovi with his very annoying friend.

Jake? Jason? Something basic. He was exactly the type — football player, too much cologne, confidence that far outweighed his actual charm. He'd been talking for what felt like hours, and Jovi had barely paid attention, offering the occasional nod or hum just to keep things moving along.

"—so, what do you say?" he asked suddenly, flashing her a grin that screamed entitlement.

Jovi blinked, realizing she had absolutely no idea what he'd just said. "Uh... what?"

"I said," Jason-Jake-whatever chuckled, leaning in slightly, "we should get out of here. Maybe find somewhere quieter?"

Jovi sighed internally. Of course. She was already preparing her rejection when her eyes caught on something across the room. Or rather... someone.

Blake.

Standing near the doorway, drink in hand, watching her with that familiar look of barely-contained anger. His jaw was tight, eyes dark with undisguised irritation as he took in the scene before him.

And just like that — Jovi made a decision.

Instead of stepping back, instead of shoving Jake-Jason-Whoever away like she actually wanted to, she tilted her chin up slightly and let her lips curl into a small, knowing smirk. Blake wanted to glare at her like he had any right to? Fine. He could watch her. Jovi turned her attention back to the clueless jock in front of her, batting her lashes just slightly. "Persistent, huh?"

Jason-Jake-Easily Manipulated grinned. "Always."

Good.

Jovi took a deliberate step closer, tilting her head just so, and let him take that as an invitation. And like the dumb, predictable guy he was, he did. He leaned in, closing the distance — his lips pressing against hers. It wasn't bad, necessarily. He was fine at kissing, she supposed. But it wasn't about him.

It was about Blake.

And when Jovi peeked out of the corner of her eye mid-kiss, she saw exactly what she wanted. Blake, fists clenched, glaring daggers, his whole body radiating the kind of tension that made her stomach twist with satisfaction.

Good. Let him seethe.

After a moment, Jovi pulled away —slow, lazy, like she was actually enjoying herself. She licked her lips, looking up at Jason-Jake-Disposable with a smirk. "Not bad."

He grinned, clearly thinking he'd won something. "Not bad? Babe, that was—"

Jovi patted his chest, already walking away. "Don't push it."

She strutted past him, back toward Kat, but not before catching one last glimpse of Blake — his glare still burning into her back.

Perfect.

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𝑱𝒐𝒗𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 the house, the bass from the music rattling in her chest as she searched for Kat. Her best friend had gone to grab another drink, promising she'd be back in a second, but Jovi hadn't seen her since. She'd been mid-conversation with one of the other cheerleaders — some shallow chat about the next big game — but now she was done, and the party didn't feel as fun anymore.

As she entered the kitchen, she pulled up short.

Kat was perched on the counter, laughing, her curls bouncing as she giggled at something the guy next to her had said. He was the guy from before. The two of them looked like they were in their own little world, and for some reason, the sight made Jovi's stomach churn. Not with jealousy — no, never that. But with something else. Longing maybe? Maybe some proudness for Kat too.

She let out a short, humorless laugh and spun on her heel, ready to disappear back into the crowd but then, of course, she ran straight into him.

Blake.

Her stomach twisted, a sharp mix of anger and something uglier curling in her chest.

"Jovi," he said, tone stiff, like he had any right to even say her name anymore.
She didn't slow down. "Nope." She tried to push past him, but Blake was already moving, blocking her way like he owned her time, like he had any right to stop her.

"We need to talk."

"Like hell we do." She made another move to go around him, but his hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist.
Her breath spiked. "Blake." Her voice was razor-sharp, low with warning. "Let. Me. Go."

But instead of listening, he pushed her back — not hard, but enough that her back hit the wall. Enough that she was trapped.

Jovi saw red.

"What the fuck is your problem?" she snapped, shoving at his chest, but he barely budged. "My problem?" Blake let out a bitter laugh, eyes dark and angry. "I don't know, Jovi, maybe it's the fact that you've been throwing yourself at Jackson like some desperate slut."

Jovi blinked, the slut comment flying over her head as she was processing for half a second before letting out a short, unimpressed laugh. "Jackson?"

Blake's jaw clenched. "Don't act fucking dumb, Jove. I saw you let him kiss you."

Her lips curled into a slow smirk, something vicious rising inside her. "Ohhh, so that's what this is about?" She gave a lazy shrug, voice dripping with mock innocence. "Yeah, I kissed Jackson. So what?"

Blake's whole body tensed. "So what?" His voice was sharp, bitter. "You really don't give a shit, do you?"

"Not even a little."

That broke something in him. His hand slammed against the wall beside her head, close, but not touching. "You're fucking unbelievable."

Jovi just rolled her eyes. "And you're still the same insecure asshole who can't handle the fact that I'm not crying over you."

"Maybe you fucking should be."

She let out a short laugh. "Oh, that's cute. You really think you're worth that? After what you did?"

Blake's teeth clenched. "I told you, I didn't mean—"

"You didn't mean to tell the whole goddamn school about what we did?" She cut him off, voice sharp and mocking. "Wow, you really should've thought about that before running your fucking mouth then, huh?"

"It wasn't like that," he growled.

"Bullshit." She leaned in, smirking up at him. "I was just another notch on your belt, and now that you see me moving the fuck on, you suddenly 'made a mistake'?" She let out a breathy laugh. "Pathetic."

Blake's whole body was coiled, jaw clenched so tight she thought it might break, but she didn't give him the satisfaction of waiting for his response.

"Touch me again, Blake, and I swear I will kill you." Then, with one last shove against his chest, she pushed past him, leaving him standing there — exactly where he belonged.

Jovi barely made it ten steps before the walls started closing in.

She should've felt better — should've felt some kind of satisfaction from putting Blake in his place, from watching him stand there seething while she walked away like he was nothing.

But instead, all she felt was numb.

Or maybe not numb — because something was there, something sharp and suffocating, curling around her ribs and squeezing until she couldn't breathe right.

Her vision blurred at the edges, the alcohol in her system making everything worse, dragging her down like an anchor. Her pulse was too fast, her thoughts too loud, crashing over her like a fucking tidal wave — Blake's hands on her wrist, his body blocking her way, the way she'd felt trapped, the way she always felt trapped, like no matter where she went or what she did, there was always someone trying to control her, to make her feel small.

Jovi sucked in a breath, then another, but it wasn't working. The air wasn't going where it was supposed to, her chest was too tight, her head was spinning and then someone said her name.

"Jovi."

Ares.

She barely registered him at first — just a tall, dark shape moving toward her through