Who: Castiel and Jo When: Early evening Where: Jo's room What: After the poor dear watched Abandon All Hope... Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Castiel shoved a couple of heavy bottles into his duffel along with some little packets of something a little more potent. He grabbed scented candles, matches and a block of chocolate. He wasted no more time than that, grabbing the bag and hurrying to Joanna's cabin, trying to stop the bottles of scotch clink together too heavily. Trauma. Castiel had seen much of it. Many were brought into the camp in shock, covered in their own blood or, worse, some one else's. All they had known was taken from them. He had done what he could for them, the innocent. The girls, shaken, needy. Just what he needed. Just what they had needed
But Joanna was different. He could recreate with her when she was feeling strong but he could never use her pain to get that from her and, really, there was no need. As he hurried along the boardwalk sex was the furthest thing from his mind. He couldn't get the picture out of his head of her and her mother covered in blood. He didn't know all the details, whether it was the same as what happened to them in his reality or not... but it didn't sound like it. He was walking to fast he was almost jogging by the time he reached her door.
He didn't knock, knew it wouldn't be locked, he was expected. He pushed through the door. "Joanna?" he said, keeping his voice steady. "It's me, Cas. I'm here. Got what you asked for. Where are you Joanna?"