I'm miles from where you are.
Ellen had called. It wasn't that she minded hearing from her mom, in fact most times she couldn't admit it to herself, but she missed her. The phone call wasn't unwanted, but the content - the reason itself for the call, that she could've done without.
"Jo, Sweetheart, rumor is coming through here quick. No names yet, but just had another one drop a bit of how the ones that started this mess got dealt with."
The phone slipped in her palm a bit at that, shaking her head. If her mom had said anything beyond those words Jo hadn't heard them at all. It was just nodding along until she heard the click from the other end of the line. Jo knew in the back of her thoughts that if she didn't call her back in twenty-four hours, her mom would be at the steps of the Hyperion by morning.
She tried Dean's phone first. It wasn't the fact that she didn't want to talk to Sam, but she didn't want Sam not to answer. Jo knew, she knew what Sam had done and the fact that the rumor centered around the start of it all... biting the inside of her cheek she listened to the phone ring through to Dean's voicemail.
Dropping the phone to the bed, she took a seat on the chair. Staring at the phone, as if she could will it to ring in the moment. That Dean was in the shower or Sam and him had been dealing with something.
She couldn't call Sam though. There was no way she could do that right now.
"CAS!" Jo shouted up at the ceiling. Glaring as she grit her teeth she exhaled a huff of annoyance, "I know you can hear me."
"I'm sorry. I'm not used to listening for you."
Turning around she spotted him, relief washing over her face, though she couldn't exactly get a read on him. "Tell me. Don't spare me, because you think I'll be too upset, just, tell me."
"They have something they need to do."
Narrowing her gaze she turned around on the chair, facing him fully, her chin lifting up as she stared him down, "That's not the right answer."
Jo watched as his gaze hit the floor, "They will return. They are too important to the cause for them to remain in Heaven."
"Remain in..."
The slight edge of the chair she had been sitting on, since turning to face him, became nothing at all as she sank to the floor. Her fist moved to press to her mouth, pressing her elbow to her knee as she sat there, pressed between the ottoman and the chair itself.
"I am sorry. I have spoken with them. They... they are going to find God."
"Find God? Do you really think that the angels are going to let them just walk around there and find God? Do you even believe that it's going to make a difference? Do you even care what this is doing to them?"
"You are angry, I understand, but this is more important than you."
"You under--" she didn't even want to merit his excuse with words, "Get out."
She didn't even bother to look at him.
"Jo. This is-"
"GET OUT!"
When she looked up, Castiel was gone. The room quiet save for her own breathing and the ragged sound of what she knew was the start of tears. Moving to her knees, she crawled a bit toward the edge of the bed, her fingers searching for the phone, clutching onto it when she felt the plastic and glass press to her palm. Sinking back to the floor, she laid out beside the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The phone resting on her stomach as she breathed in and out.
She hated God.
She didn't trust a God that could swear he was here for the humans and then let the angels just shit all over them.
If she believed it'd do a damn bit of good, she would've prayed.
Instead she just waits.
The phone will ring.
It'll ring.
She'll either have to go pick up personal belongings and identify the body or hear Sam's voice.
The phone'll ring and this day will be over.
The phone'll ring and she hopes that maybe tomorrow will be better.
"Jo, Sweetheart, rumor is coming through here quick. No names yet, but just had another one drop a bit of how the ones that started this mess got dealt with."
The phone slipped in her palm a bit at that, shaking her head. If her mom had said anything beyond those words Jo hadn't heard them at all. It was just nodding along until she heard the click from the other end of the line. Jo knew in the back of her thoughts that if she didn't call her back in twenty-four hours, her mom would be at the steps of the Hyperion by morning.
She tried Dean's phone first. It wasn't the fact that she didn't want to talk to Sam, but she didn't want Sam not to answer. Jo knew, she knew what Sam had done and the fact that the rumor centered around the start of it all... biting the inside of her cheek she listened to the phone ring through to Dean's voicemail.
Dropping the phone to the bed, she took a seat on the chair. Staring at the phone, as if she could will it to ring in the moment. That Dean was in the shower or Sam and him had been dealing with something.
She couldn't call Sam though. There was no way she could do that right now.
"CAS!" Jo shouted up at the ceiling. Glaring as she grit her teeth she exhaled a huff of annoyance, "I know you can hear me."
"I'm sorry. I'm not used to listening for you."
Turning around she spotted him, relief washing over her face, though she couldn't exactly get a read on him. "Tell me. Don't spare me, because you think I'll be too upset, just, tell me."
"They have something they need to do."
Narrowing her gaze she turned around on the chair, facing him fully, her chin lifting up as she stared him down, "That's not the right answer."
Jo watched as his gaze hit the floor, "They will return. They are too important to the cause for them to remain in Heaven."
"Remain in..."
The slight edge of the chair she had been sitting on, since turning to face him, became nothing at all as she sank to the floor. Her fist moved to press to her mouth, pressing her elbow to her knee as she sat there, pressed between the ottoman and the chair itself.
"I am sorry. I have spoken with them. They... they are going to find God."
"Find God? Do you really think that the angels are going to let them just walk around there and find God? Do you even believe that it's going to make a difference? Do you even care what this is doing to them?"
"You are angry, I understand, but this is more important than you."
"You under--" she didn't even want to merit his excuse with words, "Get out."
She didn't even bother to look at him.
"Jo. This is-"
"GET OUT!"
When she looked up, Castiel was gone. The room quiet save for her own breathing and the ragged sound of what she knew was the start of tears. Moving to her knees, she crawled a bit toward the edge of the bed, her fingers searching for the phone, clutching onto it when she felt the plastic and glass press to her palm. Sinking back to the floor, she laid out beside the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The phone resting on her stomach as she breathed in and out.
She hated God.
She didn't trust a God that could swear he was here for the humans and then let the angels just shit all over them.
If she believed it'd do a damn bit of good, she would've prayed.
Instead she just waits.
The phone will ring.
It'll ring.
She'll either have to go pick up personal belongings and identify the body or hear Sam's voice.
The phone'll ring and this day will be over.
The phone'll ring and she hopes that maybe tomorrow will be better.