There’s a ghost in Jo’s apartment. The other side of the bed should be warm in the mornings, but there’s a cold spot instead. There’s a presence, a memory in her mind of a man, one who liked to sleep with his arm over her and his chin on the top of her head. That man is gone though, even though some morning she wakes up to the weight of his arm. ( Read more... )

With Ford settled in her lap, Jo looked over at Dean sprawled in the chair next to her bed. He looked like he could use a hospital stay with the bags under his eyes and she thought he might have lost a little weight. She knew the cause too. It wasn’t hard for her to figure out ( Read more... )

She woke up ( Read more... )

It all happened so fast. That thought hit Jo just as she hit the side walk, gasping for breath through the two bullet holes in her chest. She had heard those words from witnesses and victims since her first day in uniform and she had only sort of believed them. Things couldn’t happen so fast people couldn’t see something, but now she knew they ( Read more... )

It was kind of weird being the first one home. Jo was used to coming home and seeing Sam’s jacket, shoes then Sam himself. Tonight, only Ford greeted her. She was tempted to call him and ask, but that felt kind of clingy and she wasn’t really the clingy type. So, she walked Ford, ordered dinner and settled in to wait ( Read more... )

When it was kids, Jo hated her job. No cop liked it when it was kids. She wasn’t a rookie or anything but standing over the bodies of three kids, her head had spun and she felt sick to her stomach. It was shocking how Cas went on, calm and coolly examining the scene in the same blank tone. It was like nothing shook the guy, even kids ( Read more... )

for likely_evilJo was a little nervous. She wasn’t sure what to expect when she came to get Sam from Dean’s apartment. It was either going to go really good or really bad. Really bad was what she was expecting, so she brought Ford, just in case Sam needed someone to hold on to while they went back to her place. She wasn’t going to enjoy seeing him in pain if ( Read more... )

For: likely_evilAs far as excuses went, it was a pretty lame one but it wasn’t completely made up. She did need Cas to sign off on the statements from their sources and the ME’s report would definitely be something he’d want to read. She was really doing him a favor bringing over those necessary and useful items. That she also brought enough take-out ( Read more... )

[ooc: Sam = likely_evil and set in the future of the verse.]Jo was woken up by a thump, a whimper and Sam’s confused grunt. Since none of those things seemed like an immediate concern or an emergency she snuggled deeper into the blankets. This plan was quickly foiled when the blankets started sliding off the end of her bed ( Read more... )

[ooc: Cas = soldier_ofgod. Set in Detective!verse AU]Jo was only eleven when her dad died, but she remembered how two uniforms had come the door and asked for her mother. She had clung to her mother’s legs while the two officers in a very calm voice explained that there had been a shooting and her father wasn’t coming home anymore. Her mother had cried the ( Read more... )