Jo Harvelle (knivesandreo) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-06 16:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | jo harvelle, willow rosenberg |
Who: Jo, Willow, open to to anyone at Hyperion
Where: The hotel
When: A little bit after Jo told Willow she'd come by
Rating: Mature-ish?
Jo pulled her beat up truck up in front of the hotel, glancing down at the address she had scrawled onto a paper. The words moved in and out of focus, her hands shaking as she held it up. Sam. It had to be Sam. Hadn't he gone through enough? Wasn't losing Dean more than his share of crappy things to deal with. Sam had too good of a heart, if he hurt anyone, killed anyone again with this demon son of a bitch holding his body hostage, it wold kill him. And just how many people was she supposed to lose. Sam was all she had in this crazy fucked up LA, phone calls to her mom went to nothing but dead air, every attempt she made to leave just ran in circles. If she couldn't save Sam, well... she honestly didn't know what she would do.
She cut the engine, leaning her head back against the window behind her letting her eyes close for a moment. She had two more minutes, two more minutes to wallow in the hurt running through her veins, in the what ifs and the sense of loss she already felt. And then it was time to do something about it.
Jo walked into the front of the hotel, a large duffel bag slung over her shoulder. Her few minutes in the truck had cleared her head and there was certain resolve held in her brown eyes. She wasn't going to lose Sam, and that's all there was to it. She moved into the foyer looking around for Willow or someone to point her in the right direction.