WHO: Uriel and Jo. WHAT: He's making his rounds. WHEN: Late night. WHERE: In dreamland! RATING: PG13.
He didn't often reduce himself to visiting humans on a daily basis. But what needed to be done was far more important than his dislike for simple interaction with them. God had commanded him to complete a job and Uriel rarely ever failed his master. He had already taken care of Sam and that filthy demon, so now he had to work on Dean Winchester's side of the table. That meant, of course, approaching the person whose heart was closest to his own. His girlfriend. His lover.
Home. That was where he would take her.
A dusty and dark parking lot, vacant of all vehicles. That was where Jo would find herself when she first arrived. The neon sign perched atop the roof of the building would read "HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE". The original. Not the piece of work that she had put together in the city, but the very place in which she grew up as a child. Uriel was seated at the bar inside, toying with a bottle of scotch while a low jazz tune played from the jukebox in the corner. He waited patiently knowing that she would soon arrive.