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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 8, 2011 12:33:54 GMT -5
Dean hadn’t long left Jo, but he had felt that with what was going on it would be safer if he had been living at the same motel at least until he had moved on, he was tempted to ask her to go on the road with him because of the fact that the world was not a safe place right now and that everyone needed all of the help that they could get if he was being honest. Dean had always known that Jo could fight, anyone who doubted that just had to ask Dean because of the fact that she had punched him in the face and it had been one of the hardest punches that he had ever taken so he knew that Jo could handle herself but he had doubted that she could hunt alone.
He had been hunting alone since he had gotten Sam to take some time off and he had to admit that he wasn’t finding it easy, the long roads, crappy motel rooms and salmonella contracting food didn’t seem as nice when you had been alone, therefore the fact that he was without Sam was something that had worried him, the fact that he was alone in the world was never something that he had liked and now he was exposed to it again. He had to admit that he had thought of asking Jo to go on the road with him but he didn’t think Ellen would like it. Getting out of the impala at her motel he got the room next to hers before going back to hers and opening the door with the keys that he had snagged whilst she had slept.
“Honey I’m home.” He called out when he noticed she was no longer sleeping on the bed.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  TIME :: night
TAG ::
WORDS ::
NOTES :: if it sucks I am sorry
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
CREDIT :: NICHOLE!! |
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Sept 8, 2011 20:08:51 GMT -5
Jo was tossing and turning in her sleep, and kept jerking herself awake when she ended up on her hurt arm. Her dreams of a certain Winchester telling her that she couldn’t come with him, and then leaving her behind, kept plaguing her sleep. She had come to the conclusion that if she wanted to hunt, that she was better off doing it on her own. She had supposed that if she didn’t have feelings for said brother, that perhaps his denial of her request wouldn’t have hurt as much as it did. So when she heard Dean get up and leave early in the morning in her half sleep, she got to her own feet and paced the floor.
She refused to lay down and try to get some sleep, as it was already evading her. She tried to find her keys, but they ended up missing as she had wanted to step out and take a walk to clear her head. She had come to the conclusion that a certain stubborn male had swiped them right before he left, and she sat down on the bed to hang her head in frustration. She heard a familiar engine pull up outside and park next to her car, and she panicked. Her self made promise to not to offer her help again started to weaver, and she needed to clear her head. She needed to resolve her promise to not to let it happen again. She got back to her feet, and shuffled herself to the window just in time to see Dean carry his stuff into the room next to hers. She knew what his next move would be, and she needed to be away from him when he got into hers. So she darted into the bathroom and closed the door, only to lean against it and slid to the floor.
”Honey I’m home.”
Jo carefully pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them, mindful of her still injured arm. She knew that as soon as he no longer needed her around, he would just go and leave her again. She stared down at the tiled floor between her feet, an plan forming in her mind. Instead of him leaving her, she would leave him. She will wait until he slept next door in his room, and she then would throw her things in her car and hit the road. To her it seemed safe, she wouldn’t get hurt again, and the only thing she hoped didn’t go wrong was if he didn’t think of it before she put it into action. She carefully got to her feet, bit back the cry of pain she had when she had to use her bad arm, and flushed the toilet. She then threw open the door, and emerged pretending to not know that Dean was there.
She paused two steps outside of door and looked at him, her face set in an indifferent expression. ”Oh. You’re still here. I’d thought you’d run off the first chance you got.” She said in a tone that matched her expression, surprisingly keeping the malice and hurt out of it. Much like she wanted to snap and snarl at him like she really wanted to do. She then walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it before pulling her laptop that she had acquired soon after she started to hunt to her. She winced visibly as she moved her injured and discolored arm around. She was looking for another hunt, and wanted one that would take her as far away from Dean Winchester as possible.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  TIME :: Morning
TAG :: Dean
WORDS :: 607
NOTES :: Talk about stubbornness and history repeating itself…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: JO!! |
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 11, 2011 13:34:37 GMT -5
Dean had to admit that he was pretty sure that Jo had been in the bathroom because of the fact that she wasn’t in her motel bedroom the fact that he had taken the key meant that she couldn’t leave, he had only taken it because of the fact that he knew that she was likely to have tried to take off if he hadn’t. He was very similar to her in that respect, it was something that they shared because of the fact that they didn’t like being close to people so any chance that they got to take off, they took rather than sticking around and trying to work out what problems that they had.
Normally he wouldn’t have bothered. He would have just left and not given a damn what had happened to the woman but at the same time it was something that he didn’t know what to do about it because he did actually care about Jo if he hadn’t done so then he would have left her in the bar, on the other hand he had made it something because he had defended Jo rather than just walking away and putting her at risk, it was something that he had thought that was something that he would have to do rather than just leaving her on her own with demons because of the fact that not that she couldn’t defend herself but the sheer size of the amount demons that had been in the bar and he hadn’t wanted to take the risk of anything happening to her.
Dean had been surprised by the coldness of Jo’s tone even though it was small he could see it, he didn’t know what he had done to offend her but he got the feeling that it was something that he had done and she had caught onto it perfectly and she had decided that she going to be offended by it for whatever reason that she had done so. Sighing he put the keys on the table before speaking. “Well it isn’t like you could leave the place without me considering I had your keys.” He said with a grin “but at least now I can take another look at your elbow before we go anywhere.”
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Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ TIME :: morning
TAG :: Jo
WORDS :: 380
NOTES ::
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
CREDIT :: NICHOLE!! |
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Post by Jo Harvelle on Sept 11, 2011 15:37:44 GMT -5
Jo was doing her best ignore the pain in her arm, and find a hunt that would take her away from Dean Winchester. She knew better than to offer her help again, and get her hopes up as well. He’ll just shoot her down and leave her behind…again. She was tired of it. Sick and tired of being left behind, especially when she knew she could help him. The slow clicking of the keys on the keyboard could clearly be heard while they stood and sat there in silence. The clicking would have been louder, more angrily, if her arm hadn’t been injured like it was. She was gritting her teeth, the painful throbbing of usage slowly building up on her pain threshold. And a certain stubborn hunter refusing to following history and leave her, was combining into one major and massive headache.
She worked her laptop, searching for stories that pointed to the supernatural that at least would cause her to travel at least three states away from him. Nothing that would take her more than a day or two. Vampires, skinwalkers, werewolves, ghosts and vengeful spirits. Nothing of a challenge, and she was sure that he wouldn’t let her go right then and there. Which was the important thing to do at that moment, but she was of course coming up empty handed. She closed her laptop, and set it aside before getting back up to her feet. She then swiped her keys and pocketed them with her good arm, and then walked toward the door to go for her walk that she wanted to do earlier.
”Well is isn’t like you could leave the place without me considering I had your keys. but at least now I can take another look at your elbow before we go anywhere.”
That stopped Jo in her tracks, but she didn’t turn around. So he purposely took her keys to keep her there, and her fists clenched. She winced as she forgot about her arm, and she whirled around to finally face him. ”What is your game this time, Winchester? String me along and then rush off again? Or do you get off watching me crash with my hopes? Well, not this time Dean. I am through!” She nearly shouted at him and then rushed toward the door. Her intend was to cool off with a nice long walk around the block or two, perhaps get some breakfast, and then if she was lucky he would be gone by the time she returned.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ TIME :: Morning
TAG :: Dean
WORDS :: 422
NOTES :: So not the time to play games with her… Feel free to stop her from leaving.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: JO!! |
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