Who: Jo Harvelle & Sam Winchester When: Backdated to Jan. 8th after this Where: Apartment then out through the City Why: Catching up and stopping Jo from baking 298230989 more pies Rating: Medium for swearing.
Jo Harvelle. 27. Blonde. Rather Sassy. And currently sitting in the living room of her 'apartment' and surrounded by pies. And cookies. There were a lot of both. On the plus side the place smelled divine. She sighed softly and tucked up in her chair, legs pulled close to her chest. She allowed herself a few minutes to cry into her knees before Sam showed up. She was a wreck. No matter how she tried to spin it, it was utterly terrifying. This wasn't your usual run of the mill Hunter stuff. This was scarier. As much as she hated to admit it, she was ready to crumble and eat her way through a pint or two of chocolate ice cream.
Not that she'd tell that to Sam. Before he made it to her door she wiped her eyes and washed her face. She was still dressed in the clothes she'd taken from someone's apartment - ill fitting jeans and a long sleeved black shirt that didn't really fit her well either. It certainly wasn't Jo's usual look. But at least her hair was washed, clean and only slightly stained still from her arrival a few days ago. She looked at herself in the mirror once more before pulling the door open and leaning on the door to look out in the hall for Sam.
She took the time to nibble on a double chocolate chip cookie and mull over things. She put on a small smile as she heard the elevator door ding and polished off the cookie. She hadn't seen Sam since they escaped as she and her mother had held off the hell hounds. It felt like years ago even if it had only been a short few days. She'd spoken to him since then, obviously, but it wasn't the same as seeing him.