@HadAWeekendOff@imanaquarius@S0GetThis@ImStillYourMan@bluelabelonly [The final dregs of the bottle of red wine find their place inside Jody's glass. The sheriff swirls the crimson liquid with a slight frown as she takes in the stress that's coming from every direction.] As soon as we know anything, you'll receive a call.
@HadAWeekendOff@imanaquarius@S0GetThis@ImStillYourMan@bluelabelonly [Jody rests a hand on Bobby's arm, giving a slight reassuring squeeze, trying to take /his/ guilt away too.] Nobody's died yet. But you needed to be told. We're not trying to shove anyone out the door... [Not this soon.] But you being in the know is better for everyone.
@HadAWeekendOff@imanaquarius@S0GetThis@ImStillYourMan@bluelabelonly [Jody finishes off a glass of red, but saying she enjoyed it would be a step too far.] We've been on the lookout for missing or dead that we can connect directly with the gods, but if we're talking about pulling regular people into a cult... that could fall on my turf, not yours.
@imanaquarius@S0GetThis@ImStillYourMan@bluelabelonly@HadAWeekendOff [pot of beef stew, right from the bottle. All she has to do now is stir, drink, and give directions to Sam, attempting to fill time until Bobby finally decides he wants to speak up. Until then, she is no longer the Sheriff of Sioux Falls, she is a resident of Awkward City, SD.]
@imanaquarius@S0GetThis@ImStillYourMan@bluelabelonly@HadAWeekendOff [Once Dean starts pouring dark crimson wine into a glass for her, Jody clears her throat loudly, refusing to move her drink out of filling distance until there's another inch on board. Once that's taken care of, she grabs the open bottle and spills a hefty glass or two into the >
@S0GetThis@imanaquarius@bluelabelonly@ImStillYourMan [between the two, as if even the puppy knows better than to take sides while she raises her fluffy ears inquisitively. Since dogs can hear certain pitches of a whistle, Jody finds herself wondering if they can also hear perceive frequencies of angelic arguing or a particular >
@HadAWeekendOff It's time. Tell them. Or I'm gonna tell them to come and ask. [Jody doesn't pivot and stalk away as if this is some flippantly thrown punctuation on a debate. She stays, working with him until the sun goes down.]
@HadAWeekendOff [Threading her fingers through her greying hair, Jody immediately heads out into the yard once she arrives back home for the day, following the familiar cacophony of clanging metal that's been on overdrive for the past week.
This? This needs to stop. >
@HadAWeekendOff If they do... Sam and Dean are adults, world-saving adults... and maybe can decide if they can handle it or not. [She holds up a hand.] It's gods, Bobby. And they're already slightly involved. They need to know.
@HadAWeekendOff Tell them. I know you want to give them more time. I do too... but they need to know at some point. You can't keep backbenching them. One of them will find out anyway.
@HadAWeekendOff And you're still out here trying to bury your guilt in busy work. [Jody raises an eyebrow at all the many dismantled car parts surrounding them.] I'm guessing it's not working out too well, huh?
@HadAWeekendOff Terry's kid got another shoplifting charge. About par for the course. [Stepping forward, she begins to help him tear up an old Cutlass Supreme, slyly glancing up at him.] You?