Jo Harvelle (shotgun_waltz) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-03-06 00:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, jo harvelle, sam winchester |
Who: Jo Harvelle & (tag Winchester men) It was suppose to be a routine, dig-and-burn haunting, but somewhere along the way, she must have missed something. Because when she popped the coffin lid, what was staring her down ever so squarely in the face was something Jo Harvelle wasn’t equipped to handle alone. No, personal pride had nothing to do with it. Bobby had taught her when things went sideways it was time suck it up and get help. The initial repulsion and bewilderment was short lived, when the slow and steady hand of macabre responsibility that wound around her neck, yanking the young hunter back into the open grave for a second look. Fingertips and flashlight reverently drift over the strange remains; her mind simply couldn’t comprehend the evidence- she wasn’t prepared for this find... Bringing it into focus her camera-phone snapped her pictures when a sudden noise and cold growing chill alerted the hunter to duck below the ground level. Something went a’walkin’ late at night through this clandestine graveyard, something Jo didn’t want to be caught dead by. A hovering hand helped steady her hard breathing— four by three and seven feet straight down, in a few hours, alone— was no easy feat. Time to go. She threw a confirming shovel in the back of the flatbed pickup and raced over. Regardless of time or place, this couldn’t wait ‘til morning. It was too big, too bad, and warranted the relentless five a.m. assault on the door to continue.
What: A brutal pre-dawn wake up call...
When: 5:00 am
Where: Hotel hallway
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
"Get up," a farmiliar voice urged from the other side of the Winchester's hotel door. "Got work to do."