sirenspull | 002

[Jo Harvelle woke up in a bed that was her's, was supposed to be familiar, but with a sense of panic she hasn't felt in months.]

[Private to Dean Winchester + Mary Winchester]

please tell me you're here and cas didn't get you too. or the leviathan. or whatever the fuck he was.

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[Because yes, she died. Cas, possessed by his Leviathans, killed her in the street on her way to work. Just one of many.

But it's definitely a good thing there's a text function on this thing, because there's no way she would have been able to hold a video function steady. She woke up just a few minutes ago, shaking and in pain, so much pain, but not as much as before - Cas. But there were other things, memories. She remembered dying, remembered it in detail, but there was more. More that scared her, worried her, more that she didn't want to think about.

Her hands still shake, and it takes more than just a few minutes to type this up and send it out, but she has to know. It's bugging her more than it should, and she just can't let it sit in her head like it is.]

I've heard of people going home. Coming back with new memories, new history, shooting up in the timeline, whatever you want to call it.

But I've been out for weeks. And I definitely did not go home.

I'm not going crazy, am I? Has anyone else heard about that?

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[she laughs.]

Life hasn't been that easy since fourth grade math.

You're tellin' me.

Even then the teachers could always tell.

[She moves her head again, sets her chin on his shoulder to look at him, but keeps their fingers interlocked.]

Did you go to public school? Ever? I always thought your dad home-schooled you and Sam with how much y'all traveled.

Yeah, once in a while me and Sammy both went the normal route. Usually when Dad was away for longer than a month. I made sure he got two and from school and had a little free time to enjoy myself.

[He gives Jo a squeeze.] Didn't help that Sam begged either.

Begged? To go to school? [her nose scrunches up at the thought.] I hated public school. Full of idiots who had no idea what was really going on.

[because she did, cooped up in her mom's bar listening to old, drunk men tell stories. But that was besides the point.]

You didn't miss much, believe me.

I know, but I'm glad he got an education. Tried to keep him as young as I could for as long as I could.

He ended up going to college too, right?

[Jo found herself smiling up at Dean.]

You're a good older brother.

Yeah, scored himself a free ride to Stanford. Then the apocalypse went and messed everything up.

The Apocalypse tends to do that, seeing as it's the end of the world and all. Or supposed to be.

[Dean eases himself up to finish her food. Cuts the hot dog, peppers it, and mixes the cheese.

When he's done he comes back with a bowl for each of them.] Dig in.

[By the time he comes back she's already sat up on the couch, looking over the random books and things she assumes are Sam's. She takes the bowl from him, checking the mac n' cheese for a moment - it actually looks delicious - before doing just as he advised and digging in.]

You know, [she says in between bites] this is actually really good.

Wasn't gonna poison you. [Dean takes a scoop of his own bowl and starts eating.]

I didn't say that. [She bumps his shoulder with her own just because she can, settling back on the couch and all but scarfing down the food. Apparently being dead left you hungry. Who would have known.]

[Dean laughs, he can't help it with the way she's shoveling it in.] Slow down, you're gonna choke. [He never thought he'd say that.]

Am- [and as situational irony would have it, she chokes right on the word 'not', having to stop and cough for a moment or two before she's back to normal and smiling at him.]

Okay fine. You win that one. [Jo takes a breath, slows down quite a bit.] Didn't realize how hungry I was.

[Dean's pretty close to finishing his own bowl.] Any seconds? [He's teasing but he's the last person that'll judge if she does.]

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