Jo Harvelle

The name's Jo. I'm a hunter of things that go bump in the night, against my mother's wishes. I help the Winchesters from time to time. //#SPN RP #Descriptive//

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@demonhunter7900 "Pretty well. Yourself?"

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@demonhunter7900 "Hey Dean."

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

"Everyone always leaves in the end. That is what life has taught me."

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@InsidiousEnd "Okay, so what should we do to pass the time then?"

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

"Alright, last call everyone!" Jo announces as she lays another beer on the counter top of the Roadhouse.
#OpenRP

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@InsidiousEnd Jo nodded slowly. "So we wait then?"

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@InsidiousEnd "No. I don't think there's anything here..."

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@InsidiousEnd "Well as you can see I'm fine." She offered him a reassuring smile.

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@InsidiousEnd "Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@InsidiousEnd Jo jumped slightly as she bumped into Dean.

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@InsidiousEnd "Dean..?" Jo called out after him.

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@InsidiousEnd Jo turned the corner, following Dean's voice.

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@InsidiousEnd "I thought she was with you..." Sam responded, his eyes wide.

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@InsidiousEnd Jo moved silently. Her own gun was raised, finger on the trigger ready to fire.

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@InsidiousEnd Jo sighed as the brothers split up and decided to go her own way.

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@IntrepidMartyr safe in his arms. The last thing she remembered was Dean telling her to hold on before she blacked out completely.

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@IntrepidMartyr closer to his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. A wave of comfort washed over as she allowed herself to feel--

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@IntrepidMartyr in the clearing. Jo had so many questions for Dean, but they were all stuck in her throat. Instinctively, she curled--

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@IntrepidMartyr picked her up and began walking. Where were they going? Back to the Impala? She hadn’t heard the engine as she lay--

[Jo Harvelle @BlondeFromHell]

@IntrepidMartyr his features. Though she fought hard to stay awake, her lids began to close. She could feel the rocking motion as Dean--