Who: Jo, Sawyer, and Open to spectators (particularly Bobby Singer) Where: Bobby's Place! When: Backdated to the evening of February 4th What: Sawyer gets is butt handed to him by a girl ;-) Warnings: TBD
After dinner, Jo was feeling a little restless. She hated being left out of things, and she felt like the Winchesters were doing that. There was a freaking war going on, leading up to the Apocalypse, and Dean and Sam seemed to think that they needed to do everything themselves. Getting any kind of information from them was like pulling teeth, and Jo personally thought that they needed to wise up fairly soon, and use what resources they had available.
Meanwhile, she had volunteered to help Bobby out with teaching some of the new people different things they would need to know for survival, if they wanted a part in the upcoming battle. Hell, even if they didn’t – Jo herself was a big believer in being prepared for whatever might come. She was even considering teaching the teens who wanted to know what she could – she was more than aware of the fact that evil didn’t care how old you were.
Her own specialty lay in marksmanship, whether with guns or archery, and knives, so she had shown up a couple days in on Bobby’s little boot camp, and had demonstrated a few things. Of course, she had been met with derision, which was nothing new. She was used to people (guys in particular) thinking that she didn’t know much because she was a girl, and hadn’t been alive even a quarter of a century yet. One in particular, Sawyer, caught her eye because he’d been the one who had called her out before camp. She was looking forward to helping him eat those words, if she had the chance.
At the moment, Jo was out back, using a set of throwing knives to focus her thoughts. Hey, some people knitted, she threw blades. Her aim even with her mind not totally on the task was dead on each time.