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The Scientists at Cape Kore ([personal profile] kore_mods) wrote in [community profile] cape_kore2012-10-16 02:03 am

[Action] Arrival post

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saltline: (ϗ you're gone come back)

[personal profile] saltline 2012-10-17 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yes he had...and he was damn proud of it. But Jo being alive? That wasn't anything he had done. It wasn't anything he could have imagined himself doing for the most part. Jo had already said those expressed wishes...or rather it was something that was implied. Not that creatures of Hell would actually take part of that deal. Dean and Sam had a long-running track record of getting out of bad situations. ]

Considering the evidence...I would too. But I didn't. [ He paused as she wrapped an arm around herself. Dean didn't trust it as much as he wanted to right now. ] Shit happened...don't worry about it. We need to get Cas looked at. Last time I checked...he was fine. I'm not sure what happened.

[ He was just about to hoist Castiel back over his shoulder before his brow quirked up when she asked for his shirt. ] Aw, Jo. You didn't even say please.

[identity profile] knivesandreo.livejournal.com 2012-10-17 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
( Honestly, Jo was glad Dean hadn't tried to bring her back. If he'd risked himself like that to get rid of some stupid guilt over how her death was somehow his fault, she honestly would have punched him. And he'd have deserved it too. The way she saw it, if she died hunting, then that was her choice and they could just accept that. For now though, it seemed that someone else had decided that she needed to stick around. And she wasn't gonna complain about that. She just wished Ellen was around. Part of her wanted to ask Dean about her mom, if she was okay and if she'd made it out all right, but she was almost afraid to hear the answer. )

Good. You've made enough stupid calls for one lifetime. No need to go adding more. ( She was all for his plan of getting to cover now, if only so she could sit and rest. Apparently gut wounds, even stitched up, were painful and wore you out. ) Can't just tell me not to worry, Dean. But I'll drop it for now. Just know you're not avoiding the question forever. ( She spared a look at Castiel, her own expression concerned ) Why isn't he waking up?

( She gave him a 'Bitch please' look ) My shirt's clawed all to hell and covered in blood. No way am I keeping it on. ( Shrugging off her jacket, she yanked off her shirt - only wincing slightly at the pull of her stitches - and held a hand out. Who cared if people looked? There was no way she was keeping that thing on. ) Shirt. Now. Please.
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[personal profile] saltline 2012-10-17 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Guilt was something he was used to carrying, Jo and Ellen's deaths were something he had been carrying for a long time unfortunately. Not that it seemed to matter to the woman standing in front of him who was defying every bit of that. Because...really? He didn't wrap his mind around the fact that she was alive right now because it hadn't been something he was a part of. Nor was it something anything he possibly knew it could be a part of simply by the state of her. Demons and angels typically brought back people without any wounds. This was different. ]

I think I got a few more up my sleeve. [ He shrugged, hiding the smirk on his face the best he could. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her for now. His worries were more on the angel variety and wondering how he got there in the first place. Also...where the fuck Benny was. ] Does it look I know? [ He frowned as he tugged his jacket off before pulling his other shirt over his head and holding it out to her. ]

There you go. Don't go sayin' I never gave you anything. [ Dean wasn't a very shy guy either before looking down at Castiel and shrugging to himself before pulling off the prone angel's jacket and tugging off the messed up shirt that he had been wearing before pulling it on himself and tugging his jacket over himself before hoisting Castiel up over his shoulder again. He didn't need it right now. ] You see a hospital or something around here?

[identity profile] knivesandreo.livejournal.com 2012-10-17 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
( Sometimes, Dean could be kind of a moron. Jo would never understand why he insisted on blaming himself for every damn thing that went wrong in the world, but it got old pretty quick. She'd taken on that Hell Hound for him because it was the right thing to do. She'd been in Carthage because she was a hunter and that was her life. And, contrary to what Dean might think, she hadn't gone into hunting because of a dumb crush on him. She wanted to be like her dad, and she had done her best to live her life in a way that would make him proud. If Dean wanted to act like her dying was somehow on him, and not the product of her life and her choices, well he could just stow that kind of thinking right quick. She made mistakes but she owned them. )

I don't doubt you do, sweetheart. ( If there was one thing Dean could be counted on for, it was doing things that made people want to smack him upside his stupidly pretty head. She had no doubt that if she hung around him, she knew she was gonna wind up wanting to strangle him before too long. ) Just asking. Jeez. Stop getting your panties in a twist, princess. ( She took the shirt, pulling it over her head and knotting on the side where it was too big for her. )

Thanks. That's much better. ( She gave an amused snort as he stole Cas's shirt to replace his own, shaking her head. Stealing shirts from unconscious angels, Dean? Real classy. She looked around, frowning as she didn't spot anything resembling a hospital. She couldn't find a thing. ) No. Town looks pretty small. Think there might be a pharmacy or something, but that's it. ( She rested her hand on his arm, lighter this time, more to comfort than to hold him back. ) Dean, we'll figure this out. Cas'll be fine.