Who: Jo & Dean When: Backdated to ghostplot What: Meeting the parent! Where: The inn, I believe. Probably out back or so.
Jo hadn’t been aware ghosts could get nervous, but she was. At the moment, she floated at the edge of the woods near the inn, dark eyes studying it curiously. She hadn’t been there, but as she’d told Dean before, it was easier to find him when he thought of her and that was what she was focusing on at the moment. There were times it seemed almost tangible, this sensation of his thoughts, and it…felt good. Kinda comforting. Her thoughts were wandering and she pulled them back, knowing she was stalling.
She had never met Mary Winchester, but she remembered John Winchester, sometimes almost too well. He was tucked up there in her memories with her dad, though she wasn’t his fan, hadn’t been since she’d learned a little more about how he was responsible for her dad’s death. Now, though, she was about to meet his wife…Dean’s mom. She knew Mary was a Campbell and had heard a little bit about them here and there in years past, but had never been given the chance to meet any of them…until now.
After letting out a slow breath, she drifted closer, moving into the inn and into the room where Dean was, glancing around before speaking quietly, “Hey.”