Watching Over You

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Created for @spnpolybingo

Title: Watching Over You 

Link: ao3  

Pairing: Anna/Jo/Jess 

Rating: Explicit 

Wordcount: 1336

Square: Anna/Jo/Jess

Tags: AU, everybody lives, angst, angst with a happy ending, wax play, mild d/s undertones, off-screen scene negotiations. 

Summary:  She didn’t save Jessica due to a command from the Lord – she saved her for her own benefit. Her own selfish desires.

Notes: I screwed with the timeline a lot for this fic. Assume that Anna never tore out her grace and she’s an angel in s1. Assume Jo’s already a badass hunter. You know the drill. 

If you’re going to do a scene with someone please research beforehand, set up a safeword, give the sub aftercare, etc. 

Tagging: @indigoneutrino , @purgatoan , @mayalaen , @bendoverandbiteyourgag , @rosemoonweaver, @rainsoakedsam


Anna grips Jessica tight and pulls her from the flames, healing the wounds in her belly.

“What are you?” Jess asks, eyes wide with fear. They’re standing near Jessica’s school in the dark and Anna watches as Jessica shivers.

“My name is Anna. I’m an Angel of the Lord and I heard your cry.”

“This can’t be happening. Can’t be real.”

“Yes, it can.” Anna squeezes Jessica’s hand. “I’m real.”

“What would an angel want with me?” Jessica whispers, eyes welling up with tears that aren’t quite ready to fall. She yanks her hand away and Anna lets her.

“We have work for you,” Anna lies. She didn’t save Jessica due to a command from the Lord – she saved her for her own benefit. Her own selfish desires.

Jessica shakes her head. “I don’t believe in God.”

“I know.” Anna tilts her head, regarding Jessica closely. “I’ll take you to the Roadhouse.”

Jessica wrinkles her nose. “Are you insane? I have no idea where that is. I don’t know you. I’m not going anywhere until I get answers.”

“If you wish to be a hunter like Sam and Dean Winchester, you must go to the Roadhouse situated in Nebraska and talk to Ellen and Jo. You’ll fit in well there. Unless you’d rather stay in school?”

“Where’s Sam?”

“He can’t help you. Not unless you train to be like him.”

Jessica looks like she might cry again but then tilts her chin up, squaring her shoulders. “Fine. Let’s go. But when we get there I better get some real fucking answers.”

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