[The feed turns on and remains silent for about a minute, as if Jo is contemplating whether or not she wants to say anything. But she does -- and she sounds positively irritable.

Also, that is definitely the sound of a gun being loaded.]

I'm gonna need someone to show up with a sledgehammer.

[x,y]And if you laugh, Dean Winchester, I'm gonna kick ( Read more... )

[Jo is sitting on a couch. She's pale, but the color is returning to her cheeks, and there's a light in her eyes that wasn't there yesterday. She has a notebook on her lap and she's wearing clothes that are a bit big for her, but at least they're not bloody and disgusting.]

Hey --

[She pauses, a little awkwardly, before shrugging it off.]So I'm ( Read more... )