Jo • done gone and grown up ya'll (sweetjoannabeth) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-05-27 20:56:00 |
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Jo was upset. That was an understatement. Dean was important to her. For many reasons. But she had no desire to see him leave. No matter what had been said between them, she wanted him here. Knowing both Sam and Dean were here made her life a little easier. But now. Now she didn't have half that support and it scared her. She loved Sam dearly, but he had his mother and Veronica to lean on. She didn't want to worry Sam any more than he already was. But she had formed a close bond with Castiel here. A bond she hadn't been able to establish back home. It was the circumstance of being trapped here that had made it a friendship - one she was glad to have. She oddly felt more comfortable 'hunting' with Cas than she did Sam these nights. She was too worried about Sam getting hurt to want him to hit the streets with her. He had more to lose than she did. What did it matter, really? She died back home. Here, she had almost nothing. Her mother wasn't here. Now Dean was gone. Not that she'd be utterly reckless - she didn't want to hurt Sam or Cas or Mary.
She heaved a heavy sigh as she slid out of her apartment - the things that went bump in the night here were so much more tame than those that went bump back home. But it didn't make them any less dangerous. There were gangs a plenty in the city and there were always hooligans to bash heads with and that was exactly what Jo was looking to do. She had bound her blonde curls up into a tight french braid and tucked the end into a bun, giving whatever punks were out there tonight nothing to grab onto there. She had slipped into a pair of jeans, her doc martens and a comfortable long sleeved, but not loose, shirt. A deep breath had seen her out the door as she hurried down to the Lobby to meet Castiel. She wished she had the ability to travel like he did, but the exercise wouldn't kill her. TO her credit, she even took the stairs!
"Ready?" she asked Castiel when she made it to the lobby and found him, a quiet smirk on her lips. She'd packed a knife in one sleeve, having sewn a sling in it to hold said knife within finger's reach, and had another in her boot in case she needed it. Her fingers and hands were wrapped lightly to give them both protection and a little more support. Sad as it was, this type of hunting was just as thrilling as the one back home, although it did lack an element she was missing fiercely.