Under a blood red sky

Jo was not happy. She still hadn't quite gotten used to Molly's center of balance, or to the way clothes fit on Molly's curvier body, or to the fact that she couldn't look anyone in the eye without getting a splitting headache and way too much information. So far she'd only accidentally soulgazed Dean, so she'd learned her lesson. She hoped.

For the moment, she was venturing back to the fair. There were some disturbing stories about the corn maze. From what she could tell, there was actually something to hunt in there. Not just the nebulous 'Hellmouth energies', but actual monsters. Joy.

All the same, she was happy to get back to hunting. Even if it wasn't in her own body. At least it was something to focus on until November 1st came and, hopefully, things got righted again.