Who: Jo Harvelle, Kira Ford, random rage filled person Where: Not far from the Roadhouse, where she asked Kira to meet her When: An hour after the text, around 11 pm or so Rating: E for Evil plans that will include violence, language and character death
It seemed like life had barely gotten back to some semblance of normal before the next thing had come up. It felt like only yesterday they had gotten Sam, the real Sam, back, it seemed like no time at all had passed in a more stable version of life before everything fell to pieces again. It was really taking a lot to not just say fuck it all and drink herself blind and hole up somewhere and wait out the end of the world, which was apparently knocking on their door.
She stared down at the text ready to be sent on her phone to Dean, but decided against hitting the button as she walked towards the spot she had asked Kira to meet her at. It had been hard enough to get Kira to agree to meet just her, Jo didn't want to risk having Dean barge in (as she had no doubt he would if he knew what she was up) and throwing Kira even more off balance. As far as plans went Jo was pretty sure she'd had smarter, but Kira was her friend, her family, she couldn't just let her go through whatever this was alone. She still clung to some foolish hope that maybe if she could just talk to Kira she could undo the damage that had been done before she ended up with blood on her hands like Sam.
Jo slipped her phone into her back pocket, the one that wasn't occupied by her father's knife, pulling her jacket back down over the gun tucked into the back of her jeans. She walked the few blocks from the Roadhouse to a small clearing between some buildings, deserted due to the time of night and the constant news reports to stay inside. She leaned against a street lamp that barely illuminated a few feet and waited for Kira.