Jo looked at them from the house she had just exited, passing the little white fence as she slowly approached them with shotgun in hand. There had been signs of blood on the sleeves and pant legs of her clothes as she got into better lighting, revealing that she had gotten into a bit of a tussle. With the stain setting, Jo gave a little sniffle and cleared her throat as she gave the area a quick look around.
“Took you guys long enough,” she said.
Before the possession, and now to the succubi’s knowledge Jo had managed to send a warning about the killings that was going around in Duluth. In the pit of her stomach, the spirit that possessed her was not the least bit pleased, but considering the fact that the two boys that now stood before her were quite the delectable pair – this was one of those situations that she couldn’t pass up on; especially with Sam Winchester. The memory of what happened between Jo and himself was still fresh in Jo’s subconscious.
For the time being, however, a presence needed to be kept. “Glad you both could make it. Seems like we got a succubi on our hands, almost like a shapeshifter – as she eats the men, she absorbs their soul to give her the power she needs,” she said, continuing on filling them with the details that the spirit plagues a town or city, wherever there was the most infidelities, and how most women consider her as their savior of sorts.