[voice] [action? ifyouwant] What's in a Name?!

[gotanotherplan]

[There has always been a little voice in the back of her head that reminded her that maybe she should let people call her "Joanna" instead of "Jo" if she was sick of being thought of as one of the guys. But for some reason the City wanted her to be painfully aware of it today. Sure midnight wasn't exactly a normal time for someone to be brushing

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[rehymenator]

[Okay, so Castiel doesn't get out a lot. He's not sure anyone would know him, so give him a moment to answer.]

...Who is this?

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[itsnotarifle]

[And now she's standing in the tub, hiding from the mirror with a towel around her waist, because even though she's managed to pull off her ruined clothes, this is KIND OF SCARY.]

It's Jo. Uh, Jo Harvelle.

... I think I'm cursed. At least, I really freakin' hope I'm cursed.

voice;

[rehymenator]

Jo.

[Oh. Ohhh. Castiel blinks for a minute, because-- well, why is she calling him?]

I can go get Dean or Sam...

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[itsnotarifle]

NO! No, no. That's alright.

Are you anywhere near the apartment? By any chance?

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[rehymenator]

[He is now!] Yes.

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[itsnotarifle]

Did you just blip here, or--? Nevermind, not important.

Can you come into the bathroom for a second?

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[rehymenator]

[Castiel 'blips' into the bathroom. He's looking very passively at the newly equipped Jo. Any awkwardness is totally a figment of Jo's imagination. No, really. It has nothing to do with the fact that Castiel would much rather go get one of the boys to deal with this.]

You're male.

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[itsnotarifle]

[BAHHH. Jo has the towel on, but she's still shielding herself with the shower curtain as soon as he's in there. And naturally at his comment she has to force down the sarcasm. It wasn't Cas' fault she was like this.]

Exactly.

Fix it?

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[rehymenator]

I-- [Well. It's worth a shot. Castiel reaches forward to press his fingers to Jo's forehead.]

[And nothing happens.] Hrn. [He presses his fingers to her forehead again, this time harder.]

I can't influence what the deities bring about, Jo. I'm sorry.

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[itsnotarifle]

Ow, what. [Jo's nose scrunches up, and then she's looking utterly defeated because man if Castiel can't fix it then there's really no hope at all. Damn.]

Well what am I supposed to do? I can't go out like this. None of my clothes are going to fit me. And I'm about a hundred feet tall right now. [Is this a girly fit of doom in the making? Yes, it is.]

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[rehymenator]

Sorry. [And he is, sorry that he can't do all the things he should be able to, even with his tether to Heaven being cut at home. It was a stretch to consider he might be able to influence her state to begin with, but the affirmation is frustrating.

He looks down at himself, and then back up at Jo.] Do you want my coat?

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[itsnotarifle]

I can't wear that! People will think I'm some kinda perv. [DUH-face, but then she's having a foot-in-mouth moment.]

Not that you look like one. Only there are these people that wear trench coats with nothin' under them, then like, flash people? And.

Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean you.

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[rehymenator]

[Yeah, okay. More perv jokes, hilarious. Castiel, flustered enough from his seeming impotence here in the City, will get a little bit ruffled, now.]

There's clothing under this trench coat. It's-- it wasn't my choice, the vessel was wearing it when I took him.

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[itsnotarifle]

No, what, I didn't mean that. [Bawww, now she feels bad.]

That coat looks great on you.

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[rehymenator]

Are you going to stay in here? [Witness the speed and prowess with which an angel can change the subject! Also, it is not a rhetorical question. For all he knows, she might just plan to, and that is acceptable.]

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[itsnotarifle]

I dunno. [It's tempting, but she knows she shouldn't. Jo walks around Cas and takes a seat on the toilet, pouting her heart out.] I shouldn't let this bug me so much but it's friggin' weird.