1 [Accidental Video]
[The feed clicks on to nothing, at first -- except the sound of pained breathing and quiet cursing. There's the scrape of wet gravel and, finally, a figure appears within the camera's view -- a petite girl, blonde, lying on her back, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach.
And blood pouring out from the wound.]
Mom...
[It's a quiet hiss, and the girl shoves her cowboy boots against the ground to push herself backwards a little bit more, but the effort proves to be too much for her, and she drops her head against the ground with a pained hiss, tears welling in her eyes as she fights to keep herself from crying at the pain.]
Mom --
[It's a choked whisper and she shudders with the effort, before she grits her teeth to shove herself backwards a few more inches, wincing out loud at the pain.]
Mom, where are you, answer me, Mom --
[But when there isn't any answer, Jo Harvelle tries for a new tactic -- though her voice is much weaker and quieter than before.]
Cas -- Sam -- Dean, where in the hell am I -- ow --
[The feed shorts out after that.]
And blood pouring out from the wound.]
Mom...
[It's a quiet hiss, and the girl shoves her cowboy boots against the ground to push herself backwards a little bit more, but the effort proves to be too much for her, and she drops her head against the ground with a pained hiss, tears welling in her eyes as she fights to keep herself from crying at the pain.]
Mom --
[It's a choked whisper and she shudders with the effort, before she grits her teeth to shove herself backwards a few more inches, wincing out loud at the pain.]
Mom, where are you, answer me, Mom --
[But when there isn't any answer, Jo Harvelle tries for a new tactic -- though her voice is much weaker and quieter than before.]
Cas -- Sam -- Dean, where in the hell am I -- ow --
[The feed shorts out after that.]