Dean glances at him in passing on his way back out to the car, laden down with books that he assuredly did not borrow in the correct manner, and then doubletakes.
[Breaks the slowtime nonexistent rules and bends them to her will. Mwahahah....um, err, I mean..I wuv woo? *innocent look*]
Jo doesn't like the building, half broken open and crumbling.
But she walks up the stairs, with a bored semi-frown, determined.
There's a backpack today, slung over one shoulder, hanging low against her ass. Her hair is still wet at the bottom of the curls and her clothes are, well, as neat as one can ever get with a hunter finding a fight every day.
At the rustle from the far side, her hand reflexively curls back to rest against the gun in the back of her jeans. She inched forward until she could see what was making the noise.
Her hand relaxed, but not her posture.
"So you're back."
Now if only the edges of her lips wouldn't quirk upward when she said that.
Rachel has been busy. After talking with Jo a bit, she's been spending more time going out and finding monsters to fight, people to save. She's actually been practicing with her gun, as well, even if she hasn't actually used it in a fight yet.
Most importantly, she's managed to speed up her reaction time with gymnastics to a single second, if not less. So eat that, Bat guy that wouldn't help her.
And through all that busy-ness, Rachel still found the time to pop over to the farm on October 12, as Mort instructed. Sure, she was in morph the entire time and never spoke to anyone, but he never said she'd have to do anything.
(and maybe a part of her didn't really want it to work either)
At the moment, she's in the library. Where?
Dean might have to figure that out himself, after there's a crashing sound at the other end of the building.
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No reason why he should be there. It'd be ridiculous to suggest he was wating for Dean... right?
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"Hey, I know you."
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Dean steals stuff. He likes that.
"Jack Hollins is me. I know Jo."
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"You hangin' round for anything?"
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Jo doesn't like the building, half broken open and crumbling.
But she walks up the stairs, with a bored semi-frown, determined.
There's a backpack today, slung over one shoulder, hanging low against her ass. Her hair is still wet at the bottom of the curls and her clothes are, well, as neat as one can ever get with a hunter finding a fight every day.
At the rustle from the far side, her hand reflexively curls back to rest against the gun in the back of her jeans. She inched forward until she could see what was making the noise.
Her hand relaxed, but not her posture.
"So you're back."
Now if only the edges of her lips wouldn't quirk upward when she said that.
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It's always nice to see Jo. Someone from home. ... Something like that.
"That's what the rumours say," he agrees. "Don't believe everything y'hear though."
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The quirk was heading toward a half smile, hands coming to rest on her hips.
"Then I'd have to think there might be extenuating circumstances behind you leaving messages for me."
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Dean has the decency to look slightly shamefaced.
"You got a message, what more d'you want?"
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Most importantly, she's managed to speed up her reaction time with gymnastics to a single second, if not less. So eat that, Bat guy that wouldn't help her.
And through all that busy-ness, Rachel still found the time to pop over to the farm on October 12, as Mort instructed. Sure, she was in morph the entire time and never spoke to anyone, but he never said she'd have to do anything.
(and maybe a part of her didn't really want it to work either)
At the moment, she's in the library. Where?
Dean might have to figure that out himself, after there's a crashing sound at the other end of the building.
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You can't be too careful.
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But there is a small snort from above him and a blonde sitting in the rafters with another book open on the board in front of her.
"Jumpy."
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