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Tweak says, "It's all about teh love."

Joanna Beth Harvelle (reoismyantidrug) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-12-07 14:45:00

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!open, claire winchester, dean winchester

|[ WHO ]| Jo Harvelle
|[ WHERE ]| Colligo
|[ WHEN ]| December 7, 1:20 AM
|[ WHAT ]| Arriving in Colligo... Jo is not happy.
|[ OPEN ]| Of course. The more the merrier.

She didn't know where she'd ended up, but when she opened her eyes, she had a headache and found herself in a room full of books. Some sort of Library it seemed. Which really confused Jo, because last she'd checked, she'd been having a conversation with Selaphiel about their next case and where to locate a few people who could help, and the next thing she knew, she was waking up in this place.

"SELAPHIEL!! WHAT IN THE BLAZING HELL DID YOU JUST DO TO ME?!" she yelled, looking around as she stood.

It was odd to not get an instant reply. Selaphiel usually came when she called, despite the fact that he really didn't seem to like babysitting her. Or, well, her in general. He was the angel assigned to guide and protect her since she'd come back from the dead. Or rather, since she was sent back. And all she'd remembered in the two months she'd been back on Earth were her parents, the way of hunting, her cousin, her death (of which she had nightmares every night) her full name...

And a face. A chiseled face with green eyes and pouty lips that constantly made her heart race whenever she recalled it. She didn't have a name to go with the face, and she didn't have anything other than the feeling in her stomach when he came to her mind. She figured he was someone important to her, but for the life of her, she just couldn't put anything at all to that face.

Shaking her head, she reached out for one of the books and opened. Maybe she could get some kind of idea of where she was.

Empty. Completely devoid of anything but white-ish pages and the cover. What the hell? She grabbed another book. Same thing. Another. Same. What was going on here?

Looking around, Jo moved forward, every intention of looking for something else to help her... only to have two large guards show up. At least there were people now. "Hey, where the hell am I?" she asked, only to receive silence as she came up on either side of her. As they took an arm each, she kicked up, meaning to detach herself from their grip, but they had a pretty hard one and she didn't seem to be going anywhere. Even when she connected with her foot, it didn't seem to register to the hulking masses that had picked her up off the ground.

"Oh you two good ol' boys have a death wish, don't you? When you let me go I'm going to put a knife through both of your asses."

Instead, Jo found herself being thrown outside, out of the library, and onto a sidewalk. When she stood and dusted herself off, she turned around to find the guards gone. "Fuckers," she mumbled under her breath. "Now where the hell am I?"

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righteousman
2009-12-12 04:59 am UTC (link)

Jo was here. Jo was here and she didn't remember him. Even after everything, after his father being here and Sammy being from two years ago and Jo being from even farther back and fucking God showing up, he still had trouble wrapping his head around it. Zachariah had told him that Jo was dead, and somehow he'd known the angel wasn't lying, so all he could think was that Jo had been in Hell...like he had. That she'd suffered something horrible and it had broken something inside her. But he hoped not. He hoped for some other explanation, something merciful. But he'd learned one thing in all his years, and that was that good things never happened to folks like him.

He made his way over to Claire's car and just stared. God...that really was Jo. His Jo. Not some younger girl, but the Jo who'd fought like a hellcat and called her mother a black eyed bitch because she thought she was possessed. He felt a surge of relief that was almost palpable, and found it a little hard to breathe for a moment. He tapped on the window, waiting for Jo or Claire to take notice of him. Hopefully Claire. He wasn't sure he could take confirmation of Jo not knowing him just then.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-12-12 05:34 am UTC (link)

Claire had fallen silent, content to let Jo rest since it was obvious she needed it if the circles under her eyes were any indication. There would be time later to talk. Once Dean was here, they could come up with options. Ideas. Figure out what was going on and how to fix it.

Lost in her own thoughts, Claire wasn't aware that anyone was near the car until the tap came at the window. She jumped a bit at the sound, twisting in her seat with a wary expression on her face. It easily faded into a relieved look when she saw it was Dean.

Quickly, she unlocked and opened the door. "Hey," she greeted him, voice somber given the situation. "She just dozed off a few seconds ago. Let me wake her up."

Then she looked back to the woman beside her.

"Jo," she spoke the blond's name, resisting the urge to reach out and shake her. Instead she just said her name again. "Jo, you need to wake up now."

After all, it wasn't like Dean could climb into the front seat with them while they figured this whole mess out. Well, technically he could, but Claire would rather Jo not wake up to some man she didn't know in such a close proximity. So it was best Jo wake up now, and they could discuss where to go from here after that.

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reoismyantidrug
2009-12-15 03:24 am UTC (link)

Normally, Jo would have awoken once she heard the tapping on the window. But the hunter was exhausted, evident from the marks underneath her eyes. And really, had she thought she was actually going to nod off, she'd have warned Claire not to try to wake her up. Mainly because lately, no matter how she woke up, no matter whether it was by someone calling her name, shaking her oor just her internal clock going off, Jo came out of sleep swinging like a baseball bat aimed at a robber's kneecaps.

It was really due to her nightmares. The ones that kept her up. The ones that had her sitting there, unable to move, but fully aware that her body was dying and her mother was sitting beside her with her thumb on the button. Even when she was supposed to have died in real life, in the nightmare, she was still aware. Still felt everything going on, but she couldn't say anything. It was as if, when her mother pressed that button, Jo felt herself rip apart at the seams as the flames burned her edges.

So as she came up from that same nightmare, that same barrage of images, Jo's big brown eyes shot open, wide and unseeing. Her fist flew out to her right, as though that's where she could attack and escape. If she connected with something, she wasn't aware. She was still caught in the last throes of the explosion, still caught up in the past, unable to escape its clutches.

"No!! No, I don't wanna burn anymore... stop," she breathed. "Please..."

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