Who: Dr. Cox, Jo Harvelle When: Somewhat post-dated (OMG look at that, lol) to a day or so after returning from the dead, eveningish Where: The Roadhouse Rating: Language is probable Status: Incomplete
There was something very unsettling and surreal about knowing you had been dead and were once again alive. She wasn't quite sure how to feel about it yet. Sure she was thankful, estatic really, for a second chance at this thing called life, but she had been dead. And worse than that she had hurt the people she loved by getting herself killed in the first place. She knew she shouldn't feel guilty for it, that people died it came hand and hand with being born and especially given the lives she and her friends lived it was usually more apparent to them. But she did.
Jo knew she had been putting finding the others off long enough, but it was hard to think about facing the rest of the world. She still felt a little odd from the bits and pieces of her time while dead that were starting to come back to her. The whole thing was still so over her head and it had been hard to leave the safety of Dean's room. So it had taken her a day and a bit but she finally ventured out.
She pressed her hands to the door of the Roadhouse where she had a feeling she might find Cox and pushed it open. The details of the night she died were still a little sketchy, call her crazy but she hadn't really wanted to talk about it much and she was sure Dean felt likewise, so she really had no idea what to expect from Cox. She walked into the bar and before she could really take a look around she felt a sudden weight crash into her legs.
"Joooooo...." came the half muffled greeting from Jack and she couldn't help but grin. She glanced around looking for the other half of the Cox family.