Author's Note: Written for E/O's Drabble Challenge. The word we were to use was "ditch".

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural but have every intention of doing so in the future.

Word count: 100

Spoiler: The dialogue she remembers comes from No Exit 2x06

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Half-baked Romantic Notions

It was pitch black and Jo Harvelle kneeled in a ditch, digging for a curse bottle. Dean Winchester's scornful words echoing through her mind.

Women can do the job fine.

She had investigated a string of miscarriages and, through logic and perseverance, had eliminated all possibilities but one. Then she'd watched the witch burn.

Amateurs can't.

Her headlamp suddenly reflected glass and she sagged with relief. She couldn't resist a peek inside and a thin baby's finger rolled up against the glass. Jo promptly dropped it and vomited.

You've got no experience.

She'd see Dean in hell before telling him.

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For the record - I LIKE Jo Harvelle and I would love for her to come back! But not as a damsel in distress.