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Post by Jo Harvelle on Jul 15, 2011 18:30:10 GMT -5
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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jo had just finished cleaning off the blood of a nest of vampires she had beheaded just outside of town. She had taken a nice hot shower and made sure all the blood that had spattered on her was washed away and her body nice and clean, before dressing in a nice form fitting tee shirt and a pair of jeans that left not much to the imagination. She made the ensemble complete with a pair of shoes that screamed ‘I know I’m hot, but I can still kick your butt’. She really needed a drink, and left her current motel room to head to a bar down the street. She entered, and sauntered up to the counter before grabbing the bartender’s attention. ”What is your poison, darlin?” He asked her and eyed her like a piece of candy.
She smiled her charming smile at him, not to lead him on but just to be a little friendly. ”Give me a beer.” She answered him and turned around to lean back against the counter as she waited on him to give her a beer. She eyed the joint around her picking the best possible place for her to be stationed and enjoy her very much deserved drink. The sound of a bottle being loudly sat down on the counter behind her made her turn around and give the bartender a ‘thank you’ smile, before she snatched up her drink and made her way back to the furthest corner booth. She figured that if she was there, she could see whoever came in and left.
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TAGGED: Dean
WORDS: 264
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: Should be a surprise…
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA at Caution 2.0
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 16, 2011 4:03:46 GMT -5
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say [/size][/font] Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. [/size][/font] ---------------------------- Dean was tired, he had thought that it was going to be easy without Sam because of the fact that he didn’t have Sam to care about, yet at the same time it meant that he was alone on the road, he was eating alone, drinking alone, sleeping alone. That was something he hadn’t thought was possible as he had been hunting alone therefore the fact that he had not had Sam with him it meant that he was not use to having someone with him, he didn’t know how respond to it because of the fact that he hadn’t wanted anyone with him before now, it was something that he wasn’t sure how to respond to it.
Dean had found a hunt of a nest of vampires that he had decided to go after, he knew that they had a lot of different experiences with vampires, some that did eat humans and some that didn’t, therefore he wasn’t sure of what would happen, he knew that there was a chance of the vampire being vampires that would be hostile and attempt to kill him, of course he didn’t know if that would be the case but that was the feeling that he had about attempting to do this hunt alone. He had decided to go to a bar to try and see if the vampires would be there as they did tend to do that quite a bit in an attempt to trick willing victims into following them.
Looking around the bar he noticed a blonde, not just any blonde but Jo Harvelle, the fact that she was dressed in a form fitting outfit wasn’t lost on him but at the same time he was at a loss as to why she was hunting alone with the Apocalypse currently ongoing. As she walked to a booth he got a beer for himself and paid for hers also. Sitting on a stool with his back to her he figured he would let her come to him rather than going over to her.
---------------------------- Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Jul 16, 2011 6:27:05 GMT -5
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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jo hadn’t been there long in her booth nursing her beer before she noticed that there was a certain brown haired man sitting at the bar. It also did not escape her notice that he had paid for both of their drinks. Her response was to only roll her eyes at the gesture of what she consider chivalry. She had no clue as to why he was there, but she could probably figure out that it had to do with hunting. Well, if she walked over there he would be in for a surprise. She had already taken care of this town’s vampire problem. Not that she was going to walk over there, she eyed his back appreciatively for a few moments before she returned to enjoying the solitude and her beer.
The blond was just minding her own business, when before long she was approached by a small group of local guys. They began to flirt with her, and she flirted back with them…with caution of course. She thought that it would be a bit of harmless fun, but that soon turned from ‘Hi, your gorgeous’ to ‘hands on’. She got to her feet and grabbed the guy who trying to grab her hand and pull her to him, and then twirled in such a way that she had the guy’s hand pinned against his own back in a near bone breaking hold. She stood there, eyeing the others with a steely glaze and with a tone to match her eyes told them to leave her alone, and to crawl back into whatever hole they crawled out of. She watched with a smirk as they scrambled to get away from her.
Jo returned to her beer, and finished it quickly. She raised the empty bottle at the bartender who was still looking at her from the way she had handled herself with the drunks, in a silent refill order. She knew it was dangerous to be hunting alone, now more then ever, but when did she ever do anything with the ‘crowd’? Never. But with the apocalypse going on, she was starting to find her job get harder, and that she often found herself at a local bar drinking after a hunt. It did not matter that it was a successful one or not.
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TAGGED: Dean
WORDS: 385
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: She approach him? Ha!
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA at Caution 2.0
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 17, 2011 9:50:10 GMT -5
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say [/size][/font] Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. [/size][/font] ---------------------------- Dean sighed when Jo didn’t come over, it was only because of the fact that he had wanted to see her that he had sighed, yet at the time he didn’t want to run over there an jump into her lap like some little puppy, he wasn’t trying to make it look like he needed company or attention but at the same time he was glad to see her, after all it wasnt every day that you saw someone that you could relate to and actually have a meaningful conversation with, it wasn’t often that Dean wanted that but at the same time there was the fact that it did help from time to time.
As he heard a noise behind him he knew that Jo was kicking ass by the sound of it, until she needed him then he wouldn’t do anything because he didn’t want make it look like she was weak and that she had to have him do everything for her, however if it did turn out that she would need his help then he would give it, as another one of the group ran past him seemingly to help he knocked into Dean causing Dean to spill beer on his jacket. Turning around Dean smashed the bottle over the back of the man’s head knocking him out, turning the bartender he flashed a fake fbi badge.
“I was provoked and he was going to attack the lady.” He said evenly.
---------------------------- Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Jul 19, 2011 18:40:12 GMT -5
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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jo stared at her empty bottle, wishing it would magically refill itself like some David Blaine act. Nice frothy cold, and stout. That is what she needed. Just too bad it is way to dangerous to just get blinding drunk in the world now, as the apocalypse makes it nearly impossible to tell when you might need to fight your way out. But that only makes it more tempting to do, as hunting alone seems to take a toll on her. Not that she would admit it to anyone, but that is the truth. And after the little incident with the local drunks only made her wish she could afford to get drunk. At least that way she could sleep better that night. At least that is what she believed would happen.
The blonde’s attention was diverted back to Dean as it seem one of the drunks’ friends had decided to rush her to teach her that no one messes with them. Instead the poor bastard spilled Dean’s own beer over him and he retaliated by smashing the empty bottle over the guy’s head cold cocking him unconscious out on the floor at the oldest Winchester’s feet. She couldn’t help but snort at the guy’s luck. Then she saw Dean flash what she knew was a fake FBI badge at the questioning bartender, and she rolled her eyes. She had a deep feeling that she wasn’t going to like his explanation on this attack of his…
”I was provoked and he was going to attack the lady.”
Jo’s beer was ready, and she was sure that if she went up to him she would most likely slap him ‘Scarlett/Giselle-Jack Sparrow’ style from that pirate’s movie. She was relieved when the bartender put her beer at the end of the bar away from Winchester. She slid out of her booth and sauntered up to the end. She picked up her beer, laid down enough cash for her beer, Dean’s new one, and a tip. She then began to make her way back to her table, but half way there someone got in her way. Without looking up, she was getting tired of this game and her voice portrayed it. ”This is getting old. No I’m not looking for any kind of company, and no I don’t need you to buy me a drink.” The deep rough voice that responded by telling her to reconsider, made her look up at him. Way up. This guy was huge and muscular, and he eve towered over Dean. Her eyes darted to the guy’s and she tried to duck around him, but his large meaty hand gripped her upper arm. ”Let me go.” She demanded of him as she feebly attempted to pull her arm free, hoping against hope that the black eyes in the man’s head was just a trick of the light. She highly doubted that…
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TAGGED: Dean
WORDS: 483
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: Think she is a bit in over her head this time…
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA at Caution 2.0
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 21, 2011 8:39:34 GMT -5
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say [/size][/font] Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. [/size][/font] ---------------------------- Dean rolled his eyes as Jo didn’t look impressed he hadn’t asked to have to hit the guy but he had done her a favour after already getting her a beer, if anything he just wanted to talk to her yet she seemed to want to do nothing with him, he knew that she could have been pissed at the fact that he didn’t call when he had gone off to fight Meg/Sam but he doubted that Jo would be that childish and stupid he knew a lot of people would have been but he hadn’t thought that she would be one of them. He didn’t want to go to her but at the same time he got the feeling that if he didn’t then it would just become stupid.
Looking around he saw that there was a guy trying to convince Jo to go with him, pulling his hand gun out of the back of his jeans he pressed into the top of the man’s neck that he could reach. “Easy sunshine.” He said there being no warmth or kindness in Dean’s voice at all just a gruff anger. “How about you leave the lady alone, I mean she told you nicely and you really don’t want to make her ask again she has a mean right hook.”
---------------------------- Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Jul 27, 2011 20:43:50 GMT -5
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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The brute had a crushing grip on her upper arm, and refuses to let go of her. She was sure her jerking of her arm attempting to get away from him only sealed the fact that there would be bruising, and she did the only thing she could think of at that moment. She looked up into the guy’s face, and stared. Not in a way that said she would do as he said or that she was all lovey-dovey over him. No, it was a hard defying stare. And what she learned was something that every Hunter needed to know about their opponent. What they were. And the man’s black eyes were not a trick of the light. She tore her eyes away from his face and began to look around her, seeing Dean approach her pulling out his favorite handgun.
”Easy sunshine. How about you leave the lady alone I mean she told you nicely an you really don’t want to make her ask again she has a mean right hook.”
The blond had noticed that the oldest Winchester had placed the nuzzle of his pistol at the top of the demon’s neck, and she knew that a simple bullet wound would not do any damage at this point or help her. ”He should know, as he had received one from me.” She said to back up the line about her right hook, but she doubt it would do her any good. Instead she took a swig of her new beer, and pretend to shudder at the nonexistent bitter taste that she was trying to portray. ”Ugh! This tastes like someone poured salt into it..” She said mostly to Dean, hoping he got the hidden message and darted her eyes to a nearly full salt shaker on a table behind him.
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TAGGED: Dean
WORDS: 303
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: Dean better know that she is trying to tell him the guy is a demon…
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA at Caution 2.0
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Post by Dean Winchester on Aug 2, 2011 5:23:14 GMT -5
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say [/size][/font] Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. [/size][/font] ---------------------------- Dean knew that with the fact that the guy didn’t freak at the gun then there was more going on than he had been told, the fact that the man didn’t seem to speak was something else that worried Dean. When Jo made the comment about salt Dean caught it easily enough because of the fact that who would have poured salt into a beer and more to the point she could see the guy’s face and if he wasn’t human she would be the first to work it out. Looking at the salt he tried to think of what he could do.
Pulling his gun away he tossed a canteen of holy water to Jo and pulled the knife that Ruby had given them and had ultimately killed her “try that it tastes better.”
---------------------------- Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Aug 3, 2011 0:45:59 GMT -5
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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jo was actually starting to feel grateful that Dean was there. This demon’s meat suit was massively huge, and if she managed to somehow get out of his grip she was sure she wouldn’t survive only hit from him. And she wasn’t even considering the demon powers that came with the possession. Her arm that was in his tight grip was starting to feel numb, and she was beginning to have trouble controlling her fingers and thumb on that hand. This isn’t good. Not good at all. She thought to herself as she watched her arm change color from a decreased blood flow due to the demon’s grip on her upper arm.
”try that it tastes better.”
The blond managed to pass her beer to her trapped hand, only to have the nearly full bottle crash on the ground. She couldn’t hold onto it with that hand, and she couldn’t hold back the curse word as she felt the loss of a perfectly good beer. Instead, she used her now empty and free hand to catch the canteen Dean tossed at her. She nodded her head once and watched as he retrieved a knife she knew he had gotten from another demon. She hurriedly splashed the holy water at the demon’s face and then poured it onto his hand where he was crushing her arm in a vice grip.
The demon’s roars of pain and promises of pounding her to the ground after he had his fun with her, made her shrank back from him. She narrowed missed the swinging twin hams that he had tried to send Jo’s way. Her right arm, now hung loosely at her side. She only hoped that no permanent damage was caused, and only had one good hand and arm to work with. The down side to that is that she is dominantly right handed, and she isn’t just quite as good in a fight as if she were able to use her right arm and hand. So what did she do? The next thing her instinct told her to do. She darted behind Dean, holding her useless arm with her left hand. ”We going to send him back or kill him?” She asked as she eyed the knife in his hand.
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TAGGED: Dean
WORDS: 378
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: She is useless in a fight right now…
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA at Caution 2.0
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Post by Dean Winchester on Aug 4, 2011 5:19:35 GMT -5
As Jo splashed the demon with holy water Dean got a look at the arm that the demon had been holding it was discoloured and she was hurt, this demon had picked the wrong woman to try and pick up, especially with the extremely protective Dean Winchester in the state, sure he had been close to Jo and he had considered asking her out, but it was more than that, it was almost a close friendship as well in that she was someone that could understand the world of the hunter and also being left behind that was something that Dean didn’t get and having her to talk to had given him that, on the times that he had been able to talk to her.
As she ran behind him and spoke Dean had the thought process running through his head, his first reaction was to stab the bastard and be done with him, yet at the same time he didn’t know how long the person had been possessed by the demon and that there could have been a person in there somewhere that hadn’t actually done anything wrong. However as the demon rushed Dean, Dean decided that the demon had made his choice and swung upwards embedding the knife into the upper pectorial region of the man who grunted and fell back as Dean pulled the knife out of him, as the people around them began to panic Dean gently cupped Jo’s bad arm as it was nearer to him.
“We need to go” he said.
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Aug 4, 2011 10:49:59 GMT -5
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NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jo needed to have her arm looked at, and from the color of it soon. But not while a demon was trying to harm her. No. First, they had to take care of the demon before them. She had a feeling that Dean’s protective streak was of course rearing its ugly head. At times she had found that streak annoying, as he had told her more than once that she couldn’t come along with him. And at other times she found it reassuring like she did now, with a demon promising to fuck her and then rip her head clean off her shoulders. But as she stood behind him, she could see the gears moving inside Dean’s head. She knew he was going through the possibilities, but he didn’t get to come to a decision on his own as the demon rushed at them. She watched as Dean swung the knife, killing the demon and the person inside. Then the other patrons started to panic, and she barely felt Dean’s hand on her arm.
”We need to go”
The blond nodded her head, dug out her car keys, and tosses them to him. She knew she couldn’t drive with her arm like this. She also knew that since people are using their cell phones to call 9-1-1, she had to get him out of there before the cops arrived. He might be declared dead, but that doesn’t mean that someone hadn’t made a connection to other scenes that he had left in a similar fashion. And if these officers even had half a brain, they would soon scout local motels for him. So she would have to take him back to her room, which was luckily right down the street. ”You drive, I can’t.” Points out her injured arm. ”We can hole up in my room.” She told him so that only he could hear, and put her good hand in his before leading up out of the bar.
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TAGGED: Dean
WORDS: 329
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: Shelter?
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA at Caution 2.0
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Post by Dean Winchester on Aug 11, 2011 16:47:41 GMT -5
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say [/size][/font] Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. [/size][/font] ---------------------------- Following Jo all thoughts of having her underneath him at the right time had gone out of his head, he had to help her with her arm and fast, she was clearly in pain yet at the same time all of the different theories of how he could help her didn’t seem to be able to be sticking in his head. But the most important thing was that she needed him. Not to be a vessel, or a father or a hunter to depend on just to be himself and to help her, there didn’t have to be an implication to it, it was just about keeping her safe and that was something he could do.
It was something that Dean always did he couldn’t think of a time that he hadn’t fell into that role, the role of the protector and person that was turned to, the one that did the right thing not that he had a problem with that but at the same time it didn’t make it any easier for him. He knew that he wouldn’t have it easily but he just wanted to try and make it easier, to keep her safe as well as Sam and Bobby. It was what he did he kept the people close to him safe, he was never aware of how he seems to keep everyone safe but it was something that he just managed to be able to dig out.
“Ok,” he said getting into her car “you think you can hold a anything in both hands right now?”
---------------------------- Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Aug 11, 2011 18:02:08 GMT -5
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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jo lead the way out of the bar and to her car, dragging Dean behind her. Since Sam had came to her in Duluth, she didn’t exactly trust to be alone with him. Yeah, sure she knew he wasn’t himself, but the fact was that it was him that had tied her up. His voice that said those rude things about how Dean only cared about her like a little schoolgirl sister, and how her dad died. She knew that it was the demon possessing him talking, but something told her that a small part of each of the taunts rang true to her.
”Ok, you think you can hold a anything in both hands right now?”
She had already slid into the passenger seat by the time he asked her. She looked at her right arm and shook her head. She couldn’t even hold her nearly full beer in it. Her left hand on the other hand was good. ”My right hand isn’t so good. I can still use my left though. And there is also this…” She said and opens the glove box for him to see that there was room to stash things inside, on top of her spare handguns and other small weapons that she likes to keep close at hand. ”And my motel is about three blocks south of here. Room 182.” She told him and handed him her copy of her room key so he could get the name of the motel to look out for.
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WORDS: 252
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: She really trusts him…
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0
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Post by Dean Winchester on Aug 12, 2011 8:18:12 GMT -5
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say [/size][/font] Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. [/size][/font] ---------------------------- Dean knew that Jo probably wouldn’t be able to use her arm as she had gotten into the car but he had thought to ask because he had needed to put the guns away, however when she opened her glove compartment he tossed both guns and the knife in the guns where on their safeties so they didn’t have to worry about them going off but he just wanted to get Jo away from here as fast as he could to somewhere that he could do something for her elbow or call Cas and have him help Jo with her elbow but he knew that he would have to do something soon.
Driving Jo’s car he had to admit that despite the fact that it was no impala it was a pretty nice car, also her motel wassn’t that far away so he could get them there pretty fast, driving like something out of the dukes of hazard Dean managed to get to the motel in record speed, getting the guns out of the glove compartment he put them in his jacket and tossed them onto the back seat before getting out of the car and opening her door for her.
“Can you walk on your own?” he asked.
---------------------------- Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Aug 12, 2011 11:15:24 GMT -5
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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jo closed the glove box as soon as Dean tossed in the weapons that they didn’t need. She then turned to look at him as he took off out of the parking lot toward her motel. The way he seemed to drive had her holding on for dear life, and when he continued to hit bump after bump after bump she couldn’t help hold her tongue in check any longer. ”Dammit, Dean! Slow the fuck down! My arm feels like it is going to bounce the hell off!’ She told him through clenched teeth as pain shot up her right arm from every bump. And the way he was driving, made her arm jerk in every which way and it just throbbed like no one’s business.
She wondered why she allowed him to drive her car in the first place, and she was also finding herself apologizing to her baby for letting him treat her that way. She never drove like, and she began to wonder what sort of damage her car was going to take after one spin with Dean Winchester. When he parked the car in the spot in front of her room, she turned to look at him. She looked like she was white knuckling the ride, which she was of course, and before he reached in front of her to open the glove box she made one simple demand of her own. She knew how much he loved his Impala, just like she loved her Caddy. ”I get to drive your car next time, and you sit shotgun holding on for dear life while injured.” She told him seriously.
“Can you walk on your own?”
Jo looked at him after he tossed his armed jacket onto the backseat and got out of the car, only to round it over to her side and opening her door for her. His question made her pause for a moment to think it over. ”I did before I let you drive, but I think my stomach ended up on the floor, and my legs might have been left between the bar and here somewhere.” she told him and attempted to get to her feet, only to fall nearly to the ground. The only thing holding her up was that she managed to catch herself on her door.
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WORDS: 387
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: She did not like the way he drove HER car…
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA at Caution 2.0
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