Joanna Beth "Jo" Harvelle (freakwithknives) wrote in hellascenes, @ 2013-09-25 10:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !20 pts, jo harvelle |
Who: Jo Harvelle and 2014! Dean Winchester
Where: His apartment
When: After their discussion on the network
What: Meeting up
Warnings: Swearing and possible violence
Status: Closed.
She knew there was something off about Dean and when he finally told her where he was from, she understood why their worldly views were so different. He was from 2014 and obviously, in his timeline, they hadn’t stopped the devil the same way. Dean said “no” one too many times and by the time he wanted to say “yes”, it was too late. The angels stopped listening, abandoned heaven and took Castiel’s grace with them. Lucifer and all his fans inherited the Earth. It was truly horrific and sad. It meant that they failed to find another way. It meant Jo died for nothing. Dean lived, but for what? The world was a dark place, demons and Croats everywhere, and from what he sounded like, any hope he’d ever possessed, disappeared pretty fast in that time. If she’d been facing the same situation, she couldn’t say she truly blamed him for it. His own brother was the biggest evil of them all, there was no angels, no real help, and he officially had no choice: he had to kill Sam or die trying. According to Dean, they tired and failed. Castiel and a lot of other people died too. She had a sick feeling that Dean didn’t make it either. Obviously, the boys changed that fate from what Jo glimpsed during her brief time as a ghost on Earth again. Still, none of that made a difference to him. Even if they got out, what good would it do? Where would they go? Dean promised to find her the quickest exit back to heaven again, but he mentioned nothing about himself. Would he really stay here? In some hell dimension forever? As much as Jo knew Dean believed himself only worthy of such treatment, the blond hunter felt so much differently. A lot of things were his fault in this world, but a hell of a lot more weren’t and never had been. Her hunting? It was fated. Her dying? What other ending was in the cards in their occupation anyway? Yet, he blamed himself for her mother and her dying even if they’d made their choice that day to join them knowing full well the consequences that could be reaped and sowed. His guilt-ridden soul was the reason she was a ghost for a brief time. Osiris had sentenced her to deal Dean’s punishment: death. He would die in an explosion; it was identical to the way her mother and her went that day. She remembered Dean didn’t fight her. The sadness in his green eyes as he accepted his fate, his death, by her hands. No, she didn’t want to kill him, but Osiris commanded her. She had no choice. Luckily, Sam saved him before she could drop the lighter and ignite the place. She hadn’t seen Dean since or Sam. Her ghostly, cold hands still warm, tingling from his face. It took a long time for the sensation to fade away, mostly because Jo fought so hard to keep it, but in heaven, everything fades eventually. You become nothing. You become free. It was the one time Jo regretted her choice and now this was the second time. If she’d lived, maybe things would have been different. She could have fought beside him, her mother and her could have, and somehow they would have changed it all. It was a pretty big pie in the sky dream, but Jo had a few minutes to convince herself of it’s possibility before she was standing outside his door. The hunter lingered; what was she supposed to say? He was an even bigger asshole than the original one had been. Rougher. Meaner. And more determined to get his way. Unfortunately, Jo was far from a pushover. She wasn’t about to take his bullshit with a grain of salt and nod. No, maybe in his world he’d been able to push people around, but here, Jo was not one of his toy soldiers. Jo took a deep breath and raised a small fist to knock. When her knuckles rapped on the wood, she was seriously surprised when a bucket of holy water didn’t just tip and dump on her head. Instead, she was left waiting for the door to creak open and the water to fly. It was okay. If he didn’t test her in every way possible, she might have thought he was the demon. |