Who; Jo Harvelle, SBC!Claire Where; Winchester House When; Sometime during this Rating/Status; Some language/in progress
It wasn't that she wasn't used to waiting. She'd spent most of her life waiting, waiting for her Dad to come home, waiting for the other Hunters to come back, waiting for her Mom to let her grow up, waiting for things to change and then waiting for them to stop changing. She was used to people walking out the door and knowing damn well she might never see them again. Waiting she could handle. That didn't mean she had to like it though. Didn't stop her mind from going places she'd really rather it didn't.
She wondered how much of a shock it had been to Dean when she hadn't immediately insisted on going on their little field trip tonight, instead actually keeping herself out of it and out of danger for once. It wasn't that she couldn't handle what was going to happen, but rather she didn't want to have to. While she had made her peace with John and what had happened between him and her father all those years ago, it was still a shaky one at best. There were still days she had trouble with, that she was still angry (even though she knew it was irrational and uncalled for), and days that she still couldn't look at him without hearing the old familiar taunts. Jo knew if anything was said while John was possessed about it that it would be a million times worse than it had been with Sam. And while she knew she could get over it eventually, making her place in this family work was far more important to her than being stubborn and insisting on going along.
So she waited. Because when you're left behind that's all you really can do. Just wait and let your mind tell you how many things could go very, very wrong. She had put her faith in a plan she didn't like, not in the least, put her trust in Ruby that this was what had to happen and that it would be a casualty free event. It was a hard thing to take. But it wasn't like she had a choice, Lilith needed to be taken care of and it this was what was going to make that happen then it had to be done. And like the waiting it was something she had come to terms with, something she knew was a necessity but something she sure as hell didn't like.
She glanced at her cell phone by her feet that rested on the edge of the coffee table in the living room, frowning to herself slightly when she realized it had only been about three minutes since she'd last looked to check the time. Waiting, it really did suck. Jo looked back up at the tv and for the life of her couldn't remember stopping on the Simpson's rerun during one of her many restless surfs through the channels. Nothing really could hold her attention for much more than a minute or two, her mind too distracted by all the things that could be going badly at the moment. Nor did she really taste the licorice she ate from the bag resting on her knees, it was more something to keep her hands occupied, some monotonous movement to keep herself from going entirely crazy.