Joanna Beth Harvelle (renascence) wrote in taintedsprings_, |
To say that Jo was surprised to have a gun in her face would be an overstatement. Saying that she was more surprised at the person holding the gun would be the understatement of the century. Dean Winchester, in all his cavalier glory, was standing not five feet away from her, ready to put a bullet between her eyes. And she didn't even know how to begin this explanation.
"Put the gun down, Dean, before I sock you in the nose again." Annoyance was what she went with. If had been too long since she'd seen him, and well, Jo never did like having a gun pointed at her. Still, she was hoping it would stun him enough to at least falter. Give her some kind of opening to hold up her hands without him taking a shot.
"I'd really like to not be shot at, so could you put that away? If you're still the same Dean I remember, then you probably have something to prove what I am on you. Other than that nifty little bullet. Take it out, point it at me."
She needed him to see she was her. She was Jo Harvelle, resurrected but still the same hunter who saved his life from hell hounds. Who gave her life for him in Carthage. Because of how she felt. Feels. Hell, she can't even keep up anymore. The hazards of being brought back from the dead, she supposed.