Jo Harvelle (latro_josephine) wrote in spindlesend, @ 2010-03-15 08:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | joanna harvelle, march, sam winchester |
Who: Jo & Lucifer Sam
Where: C215
When: Monday morning
What: Jo decides to bring Sam some supplies since he's saltless and demon-hounded
Rating: TBC
She didn't really believe, of course, that Sam Winchester was Satan.
That was just crazy. If – and it was a very big if – if the ultimate evil had arisen from the pit, then surely he'd chose someone a little more... important? What exactly did Lucifer hope to achieve? Dominion over one crappy psychiatric ward, and a lifetime (did demons have 'lifetimes'? Would that be an eternity? Shit. She'd almost feel sorry for him if so) plotting futile plots while doctors pumped sedatives into his vessel? Great. Didn't really seem his style, as far as she understood it.
Which was a round-about way of saying that some suicidal instinct had Jo wanting to see for herself. It was an odd statement, maybe, for someone so convinced in the absolute reality of the paranormal to make, but seeing with her own two eyes was important. What exactly she intended to do if Lucifer answered the door remained to be seen, but that wasn't how this was going to play out, she was sure of it. This was just one hunter helping another out. Maybe Dean would calm down if he knew Sam wasn't left unprotected.
She'd put together a few supplies – filling the jar the mystery salt-giver had left outside her door from the stash she'd been building up thanks to Weeztie (it was a shame to part with the thing, because it was one of the few pretty objects she had in here and she'd gotten used to seeing it sat on her desk, but Sam needed it more) and reluctantly parting with one of her blessed bottles – in a pillowcase, the improvised sack slung over her shoulder like she was some tiny alternative Nebraskan Santa and Christmas had come early. Maybe it had. The hunters in here – the real ones, not the loons like Ellis who thought they'd stand a chance against the dark – had to stick together, right?
Shooting a glance back at the hallway, checking for orderlies – a reputation for sneaking into boys' rooms with contraband wasn't something she was looking to build up, thanks very much – Jo knocked on Sam's door.