Zoe was stretched out on the couch, balancing a plate of food on her stomach as she idly watched the television. She was certain that there were more messages creeping into her voicemail, but she was ignoring their existence for the time being.

[For demons_death.]

Both Zoe and John had decided that today would be a good day to start looking for a new place to live. Zoe had a map of the island spread across the table, and was currently bent over it (as much as she could be, at least), making notes to herself, blissfully oblivious to anything else that might have been going on.

[For two certain wee ones.]

Zoe watched John carefully as they started in on breakfast in the morning. He'd been brooding ever since they heard about Sam getting hurt, and it bothered her that she couldn't think of any way to make all three Winchesters feel better. She tried to come up with something to say, but her thoughts were interrupted by a quick pain at her side, and ( Read more... )

Zoe was laying in bed, in the hotel room she and John had gone to after the fire, and was currently trying to not lose herself in her thoughts. It was definitely an ongoing battle from the past few days.

[for demons-death]