The Beginning of the End (Narrative/open to baddie types)
Jo never had quite figured out the reason she was back. If she had, she probably would have been horrified. As it was, she'd easily fallen back into the seemingly simple act of living. She'd taken the mysterious 'gift' of resurrection and run with it. She worked, she hunted, she spent evenings with Dean. She ate, she drank, she enjoyed the way the breeze ran through her hair on the slightly brisk Fall nights in York.
She hadn't forgotten about what might have brought her back, or the nagging questions as to the why of it all. But she hadn't gotten closer to any answers and so she'd just gone on with her life. She'd even started to get used to the idea that maybe she was just back. Maybe that was the end of it.
So she wasn't thinking about her resurrection or the demons that were most likely involved in it on her way home from work. And it crept up on her so suddenly, so silently that she never had the chance to feel that trepidation over something that wasn't right. It was just as though a switch had been flipped and Jo was no longer in the driver's seat. In fact, Jo's consciousness was suddenly buried deep in the recesses of her mind. If she ever regained control, she would remember none of this.
A slow, eerie smile spread across Jo's face as her eyes turned down to her hands. She stopped in the middle of her walk and turned, heading not for the Phoenix but for Trout Run Road.