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sorry for lurking all day and not doing jack shit

hey fc idea: anna paquin for a younger jessica lange

             "I hope you know you're not playing fair."

          She couldn't see the hellhound, but its very growl sent a shiver through her bones. Salt-filled rifle went up; Jo's feet shuffled back. This was not how she planned to meet her end. 

              "Y'know, I was gonna offer you a deal before you shoved Fluffy into the mix."

               "I say there was a better way to ask me to go on three dates."

    {God, Winchester, I'm gonna kick your ass.}

                               "Yeah, I can be there in forty-five. Hold tight." 

               Jo hung up the phone and sighed into the palm of her hand and checked the clock on the wall. Almost one AM. Ellen would be furious if she knew Jo had snuck out to bail a Winchester out --- but Jo wasn't about to let her mom tag along like some over attached Girl Scout leader. And if that meant she had to steal borrow Ash's truck, she'd do it. 

                          Grabbing her camo anorak off the hook on the wall, Jo slipped the Roadhouse keys into her pocket and snuck through the backdoor (a task she despised because it made her feel like a preteen sneaking out to visit her boyfriend's). She tiptoed to the dusty red pickup in the driveway and was relieved to find the door unlocked, and even more relieved when she saw that Ash had left the keys in the ignition. A few turns of the key, and the engine sparked to life, and Jo drove off down the half-paved road to the county jail.