Winners of the Supernatural Costume Contest Kissing!! Destiel Wins
Got some grade A destiel at supernatural nj con today thanks to boredpoetsociety and ray-winters-sings oh my Chuck these two are ADORABLE!!
"How're you feeling, Jo?"
“Im doing better. How are you Dean?”
“Fantastic.” He grinned, “found a whole nest of vampires and ganked em. It was fun. Lots of blood and surprised faces.” He chuckled. “Killed a guy who’s been beating on his wife and kid too. That was fun. He was all ‘what did I do man?!’ You shouldda seen it. Hilarious.” Dean laughed.
“Yeah the Vampire Nest sounds like a good time. But that guy, whas he possessed or something?”
“Nah, just an evil son of a bitch that we don’t have to worry about anymore”
“You might want to be carful about that, you dont want to end up ona cops radar.”
Dean shook his head. “Popped in,” he disappeared in front of her, and reappeared behind her, “killed the SOB in the shower, called 911 to come get the bastard, and popped back out. No prints, no forced entry. No link to me. Because I think they still think I’m dead.” Dean shrugged.
Jo looked a bit shocked… ok alot shocked. “Ok, I am almost positive that you couldn’t do that before.”
He shrugged. “It’s a handy little feature. So your leg doing better? you taking it easy?”
Jo just looked at him for a minute before nodding. "Yeah its doing better. Im not putting pressure on it for long periods of time and all that."
"How're you feeling, Jo?"
“Im doing better. How are you Dean?”
“Fantastic.” He grinned, “found a whole nest of vampires and ganked em. It was fun. Lots of blood and surprised faces.” He chuckled. “Killed a guy who’s been beating on his wife and kid too. That was fun. He was all ‘what did I do man?!’ You shouldda seen it. Hilarious.” Dean laughed.
“Yeah the Vampire Nest sounds like a good time. But that guy, whas he possessed or something?”
“Nah, just an evil son of a bitch that we don’t have to worry about anymore”
“You might want to be carful about that, you dont want to end up ona cops radar.”
Dean shook his head. “Popped in,” he disappeared in front of her, and reappeared behind her, “killed the SOB in the shower, called 911 to come get the bastard, and popped back out. No prints, no forced entry. No link to me. Because I think they still think I’m dead.” Dean shrugged.
Jo looked a bit shocked... ok alot shocked. "Ok, I am almost positive that you couldn't do that before."
"How're you feeling, Jo?"
“Im doing better. How are you Dean?”
“Fantastic.” He grinned, “found a whole nest of vampires and ganked em. It was fun. Lots of blood and surprised faces.” He chuckled. “Killed a guy who’s been beating on his wife and kid too. That was fun. He was all ‘what did I do man?!’ You shouldda seen it. Hilarious.” Dean laughed.
“Yeah the Vampire Nest sounds like a good time. But that guy, whas he possessed or something?”
“Nah, just an evil son of a bitch that we don’t have to worry about anymore”
"You might want to be carful about that, you dont want to end up ona cops radar."
"How're you feeling, Jo?"
“Im doing better. How are you Dean?”
“Fantastic.” He grinned, “found a whole nest of vampires and ganked em. It was fun. Lots of blood and surprised faces.” He chuckled. “Killed a guy who’s been beating on his wife and kid too. That was fun. He was all ‘what did I do man?!’ You shouldda seen it. Hilarious.” Dean laughed.
"Yeah the Vampire Nest sounds like a good time. But that guy, whas he possessed or something?"
"How're you feeling, Jo?"
"Im doing better. How are you Dean?"
"Come on out Winchester. I know you are here."
“Or maybe you aren’t as intelligent as you like to believe.”
“Look behind you, asshole” Dean pushed the angel blade into the demon’s stomach smriking as it lit up and died. “you okay, Jo?”
Jo gave Dean a little smile. “Im fine. Thanks for coming.”
“You know I always like a good party.” He bent to cut her free from the chair, when he was done he kept a hand on her ankle to keep her in the chair. “Don’t move, I need to check some of these wounds.”
Charlie looked around the warehouse, making sure the demon was not going to be a problem. “Everything’s clear- is she okay?”
Jo raises an eyebrow. “Who is this?”
“Charlie Bradbury, at your service.” The redhead supplied, eyeing the blonde warily. “I should ask you the same thing, though.”
Jo smiles at the girl “Im Jo Harvelle.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” She greeted, striding over to her and Dean.
Now that we all know each other.” Dean grumbled as he looked at the cut in Jo’s leg. “This is going to need stitches, we need to get you to the car, but I don’t want you putting pressure on this. it’s way to close to an artery for my liking.” He pulled off his flannel and did his best to wrap it around her leg and tie it off tight
Charlie glared at the back of his head, without conviction, and wrapped Jo’s arm around her shoulder. “I’ll help.” She offered.
“Yeah,” He wrapped an arm around Jo’s waist and together they got her back to the Impala. “I’ve got stuff in the trunk, just hang out for a second.” He went to get supplies in the trunk.
She nodded, as Dean walked away. “So, how’d you get into hunting?”
“My mom and dad were hunters. He died on a hunt. So I decided I wanted to be just like him. How about you?”
“My boss was a leviathan.” Charlie answered, wryly. “I helped the Winchesters out, and one usually can’t back out from that.” She cocked her head to the side. “I’m sorry about your dad.”
Jo shrugged “It was a long time ago, I don’t remind me him much. What about you? What do your parents think of you being a hunter?”
She bit her lip, looking down. “My parents are dead.” Charlie answered, quietly. “I-I think they’d be proud, though, you know?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Im sure they would be very proud of you.” Jo hugs Charile as best as she can with out moving her leg to much.
The redhead grinned, hugging her back. “Thank you. That means a lot.” She answered.
“So you helped the fight against the Leviathans? Thats kind of bad ass.”
Charlie smirked. “Thanks. It was a hell of a time.” She added.
“Hey hey! No moving.” He sits back down and rips Jo’s jeans up to hip to get at the knife cut. “Yeah.. definitely needs stitches. He hands her a bottle of rum. “you drink that, I’ll pour vodka on this, this is going to hurt like a bitch.” He got to work.
Charlie winced. “You really don’t understand sugar-coating, do you?” She chided.
Jo takes the bottle. “Cheers.” She drinks some of it.
“You think sugar coating is going to make it feel better?” He raises an eyebrow before pouring vodka over the wound, holding Jo’s leg down when she jumps at the sudden sting. “It’s okay, Jo, you’re okay. I’ll go fast.” He rubbed her thigh soothingly, not in an type of sexual way.
“No, but it helps. I though bluntness was Castiel’s thing.” Charlie pointed out, cringing as he poured the vodka.
Jo takes deep breaths. “Man, what a waste of vodka.” She says jokingly.
He grinned up at her. “Yeah, well next time you decide to go party with the demons, ask them to keep the sharp obejects at home.” He started the stitches. The cut would probably need at least 4 if not 6. He worked fast, but steady, careful not to tug to hard on the skin. “Okay, 3 down, 3 to go. You’re doing good. Just keep breathing.”
"I'll keep that in mind next time." She said letting out a small hiss of pain.
"Come on out Winchester. I know you are here."
“Or maybe you aren’t as intelligent as you like to believe.”
“Look behind you, asshole” Dean pushed the angel blade into the demon’s stomach smriking as it lit up and died. “you okay, Jo?”
Jo gave Dean a little smile. “Im fine. Thanks for coming.”
“You know I always like a good party.” He bent to cut her free from the chair, when he was done he kept a hand on her ankle to keep her in the chair. “Don’t move, I need to check some of these wounds.”
Charlie looked around the warehouse, making sure the demon was not going to be a problem. “Everything’s clear- is she okay?”
Jo raises an eyebrow. “Who is this?”
“Charlie Bradbury, at your service.” The redhead supplied, eyeing the blonde warily. “I should ask you the same thing, though.”
Jo smiles at the girl “Im Jo Harvelle.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” She greeted, striding over to her and Dean.
Now that we all know each other.” Dean grumbled as he looked at the cut in Jo’s leg. “This is going to need stitches, we need to get you to the car, but I don’t want you putting pressure on this. it’s way to close to an artery for my liking.” He pulled off his flannel and did his best to wrap it around her leg and tie it off tight
Charlie glared at the back of his head, without conviction, and wrapped Jo’s arm around her shoulder. “I’ll help.” She offered.
“Yeah,” He wrapped an arm around Jo’s waist and together they got her back to the Impala. “I’ve got stuff in the trunk, just hang out for a second.” He went to get supplies in the trunk.
She nodded, as Dean walked away. “So, how’d you get into hunting?”
“My mom and dad were hunters. He died on a hunt. So I decided I wanted to be just like him. How about you?”
“My boss was a leviathan.” Charlie answered, wryly. “I helped the Winchesters out, and one usually can’t back out from that.” She cocked her head to the side. “I’m sorry about your dad.”
Jo shrugged “It was a long time ago, I don’t remind me him much. What about you? What do your parents think of you being a hunter?”
She bit her lip, looking down. “My parents are dead.” Charlie answered, quietly. “I-I think they’d be proud, though, you know?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Im sure they would be very proud of you.” Jo hugs Charile as best as she can with out moving her leg to much.
The redhead grinned, hugging her back. “Thank you. That means a lot.” She answered.
“So you helped the fight against the Leviathans? Thats kind of bad ass.”
Charlie smirked. “Thanks. It was a hell of a time.” She added.
“Hey hey! No moving.” He sits back down and rips Jo’s jeans up to hip to get at the knife cut. “Yeah.. definitely needs stitches. He hands her a bottle of rum. “you drink that, I’ll pour vodka on this, this is going to hurt like a bitch.” He got to work.
Charlie winced. “You really don’t understand sugar-coating, do you?” She chided.
Jo takes the bottle. “Cheers.” She drinks some of it.
“You think sugar coating is going to make it feel better?” He raises an eyebrow before pouring vodka over the wound, holding Jo’s leg down when she jumps at the sudden sting. “It’s okay, Jo, you’re okay. I’ll go fast.” He rubbed her thigh soothingly, not in an type of sexual way.
“No, but it helps. I though bluntness was Castiel’s thing.” Charlie pointed out, cringing as he poured the vodka.
Jo takes deep breaths. "Man, what a waste of vodka." She says jokingly.
"Come on out Winchester. I know you are here."
“Or maybe you aren’t as intelligent as you like to believe.”
“Look behind you, asshole” Dean pushed the angel blade into the demon’s stomach smriking as it lit up and died. “you okay, Jo?”
Jo gave Dean a little smile. “Im fine. Thanks for coming.”
“You know I always like a good party.” He bent to cut her free from the chair, when he was done he kept a hand on her ankle to keep her in the chair. “Don’t move, I need to check some of these wounds.”
Charlie looked around the warehouse, making sure the demon was not going to be a problem. “Everything’s clear- is she okay?”
Jo raises an eyebrow. “Who is this?”
“Charlie Bradbury, at your service.” The redhead supplied, eyeing the blonde warily. “I should ask you the same thing, though.”
Jo smiles at the girl “Im Jo Harvelle.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” She greeted, striding over to her and Dean.
Now that we all know each other.” Dean grumbled as he looked at the cut in Jo’s leg. “This is going to need stitches, we need to get you to the car, but I don’t want you putting pressure on this. it’s way to close to an artery for my liking.” He pulled off his flannel and did his best to wrap it around her leg and tie it off tight
Charlie glared at the back of his head, without conviction, and wrapped Jo’s arm around her shoulder. “I’ll help.” She offered.
“Yeah,” He wrapped an arm around Jo’s waist and together they got her back to the Impala. “I’ve got stuff in the trunk, just hang out for a second.” He went to get supplies in the trunk.
She nodded, as Dean walked away. “So, how’d you get into hunting?”
“My mom and dad were hunters. He died on a hunt. So I decided I wanted to be just like him. How about you?”
“My boss was a leviathan.” Charlie answered, wryly. “I helped the Winchesters out, and one usually can’t back out from that.” She cocked her head to the side. “I’m sorry about your dad.”
Jo shrugged “It was a long time ago, I don’t remind me him much. What about you? What do your parents think of you being a hunter?”
She bit her lip, looking down. “My parents are dead.” Charlie answered, quietly. “I-I think they’d be proud, though, you know?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Im sure they would be very proud of you.” Jo hugs Charile as best as she can with out moving her leg to much.
The redhead grinned, hugging her back. “Thank you. That means a lot.” She answered.
“So you helped the fight against the Leviathans? Thats kind of bad ass.”
Charlie smirked. “Thanks. It was a hell of a time.” She added.
“Hey hey! No moving.” He sits back down and rips Jo’s jeans up to hip to get at the knife cut. “Yeah.. definitely needs stitches. He hands her a bottle of rum. “you drink that, I’ll pour vodka on this, this is going to hurt like a bitch.” He got to work.
Charlie winced. “You really don’t understand sugar-coating, do you?” She chided.
Jo takes the bottle. "Cheers." She drinks some of it.
"Come on out Winchester. I know you are here."
“Or maybe you aren’t as intelligent as you like to believe.”
“Look behind you, asshole” Dean pushed the angel blade into the demon’s stomach smriking as it lit up and died. “you okay, Jo?”
Jo gave Dean a little smile. “Im fine. Thanks for coming.”
“You know I always like a good party.” He bent to cut her free from the chair, when he was done he kept a hand on her ankle to keep her in the chair. “Don’t move, I need to check some of these wounds.”
Charlie looked around the warehouse, making sure the demon was not going to be a problem. “Everything’s clear- is she okay?”
Jo raises an eyebrow. “Who is this?”
“Charlie Bradbury, at your service.” The redhead supplied, eyeing the blonde warily. “I should ask you the same thing, though.”
Jo smiles at the girl “Im Jo Harvelle.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” She greeted, striding over to her and Dean.
Now that we all know each other.” Dean grumbled as he looked at the cut in Jo’s leg. “This is going to need stitches, we need to get you to the car, but I don’t want you putting pressure on this. it’s way to close to an artery for my liking.” He pulled off his flannel and did his best to wrap it around her leg and tie it off tight
Charlie glared at the back of his head, without conviction, and wrapped Jo’s arm around her shoulder. “I’ll help.” She offered.
“Yeah,” He wrapped an arm around Jo’s waist and together they got her back to the Impala. “I’ve got stuff in the trunk, just hang out for a second.” He went to get supplies in the trunk.
She nodded, as Dean walked away. “So, how’d you get into hunting?”
“My mom and dad were hunters. He died on a hunt. So I decided I wanted to be just like him. How about you?”
“My boss was a leviathan.” Charlie answered, wryly. “I helped the Winchesters out, and one usually can’t back out from that.” She cocked her head to the side. “I’m sorry about your dad.”
Jo shrugged “It was a long time ago, I don’t remind me him much. What about you? What do your parents think of you being a hunter?”
She bit her lip, looking down. “My parents are dead.” Charlie answered, quietly. “I-I think they’d be proud, though, you know?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Im sure they would be very proud of you.” Jo hugs Charile as best as she can with out moving her leg to much.
The redhead grinned, hugging her back. “Thank you. That means a lot.” She answered.
"So you helped the fight against the Leviathans? Thats kind of bad ass."
"Come on out Winchester. I know you are here."
“Or maybe you aren’t as intelligent as you like to believe.”
“Look behind you, asshole” Dean pushed the angel blade into the demon’s stomach smriking as it lit up and died. “you okay, Jo?”
Jo gave Dean a little smile. “Im fine. Thanks for coming.”
“You know I always like a good party.” He bent to cut her free from the chair, when he was done he kept a hand on her ankle to keep her in the chair. “Don’t move, I need to check some of these wounds.”
Charlie looked around the warehouse, making sure the demon was not going to be a problem. “Everything’s clear- is she okay?”
Jo raises an eyebrow. “Who is this?”
“Charlie Bradbury, at your service.” The redhead supplied, eyeing the blonde warily. “I should ask you the same thing, though.”
Jo smiles at the girl “Im Jo Harvelle.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” She greeted, striding over to her and Dean.
Now that we all know each other.” Dean grumbled as he looked at the cut in Jo’s leg. “This is going to need stitches, we need to get you to the car, but I don’t want you putting pressure on this. it’s way to close to an artery for my liking.” He pulled off his flannel and did his best to wrap it around her leg and tie it off tight
Charlie glared at the back of his head, without conviction, and wrapped Jo’s arm around her shoulder. “I’ll help.” She offered.
“Yeah,” He wrapped an arm around Jo’s waist and together they got her back to the Impala. “I’ve got stuff in the trunk, just hang out for a second.” He went to get supplies in the trunk.
She nodded, as Dean walked away. “So, how’d you get into hunting?”
“My mom and dad were hunters. He died on a hunt. So I decided I wanted to be just like him. How about you?”
“My boss was a leviathan.” Charlie answered, wryly. “I helped the Winchesters out, and one usually can’t back out from that.” She cocked her head to the side. “I’m sorry about your dad.”
Jo shrugged “It was a long time ago, I don’t remind me him much. What about you? What do your parents think of you being a hunter?”
She bit her lip, looking down. “My parents are dead.” Charlie answered, quietly. “I-I think they’d be proud, though, you know?”
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Im sure they would be very proud of you." Jo hugs Charile as best as she can with out moving her leg to much.
"Come on out Winchester. I know you are here."
“Or maybe you aren’t as intelligent as you like to believe.”
“Look behind you, asshole” Dean pushed the angel blade into the demon’s stomach smriking as it lit up and died. “you okay, Jo?”
Jo gave Dean a little smile. “Im fine. Thanks for coming.”
“You know I always like a good party.” He bent to cut her free from the chair, when he was done he kept a hand on her ankle to keep her in the chair. “Don’t move, I need to check some of these wounds.”
Charlie looked around the warehouse, making sure the demon was not going to be a problem. “Everything’s clear- is she okay?”
Jo raises an eyebrow. “Who is this?”
“Charlie Bradbury, at your service.” The redhead supplied, eyeing the blonde warily. “I should ask you the same thing, though.”
Jo smiles at the girl “Im Jo Harvelle.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” She greeted, striding over to her and Dean.
Now that we all know each other.” Dean grumbled as he looked at the cut in Jo’s leg. “This is going to need stitches, we need to get you to the car, but I don’t want you putting pressure on this. it’s way to close to an artery for my liking.” He pulled off his flannel and did his best to wrap it around her leg and tie it off tight
Charlie glared at the back of his head, without conviction, and wrapped Jo’s arm around her shoulder. “I’ll help.” She offered.
“Yeah,” He wrapped an arm around Jo’s waist and together they got her back to the Impala. “I’ve got stuff in the trunk, just hang out for a second.” He went to get supplies in the trunk.
She nodded, as Dean walked away. “So, how’d you get into hunting?”
“My mom and dad were hunters. He died on a hunt. So I decided I wanted to be just like him. How about you?”
“My boss was a leviathan.” Charlie answered, wryly. “I helped the Winchesters out, and one usually can’t back out from that.” She cocked her head to the side. “I’m sorry about your dad.”
Jo shrugged "It was a long time ago, I don't remind me him much. What about you? What do your parents think of you being a hunter?"
"Come on out Winchester. I know you are here."
“Or maybe you aren’t as intelligent as you like to believe.”
“Look behind you, asshole” Dean pushed the angel blade into the demon’s stomach smriking as it lit up and died. “you okay, Jo?”
Jo gave Dean a little smile. “Im fine. Thanks for coming.”
“You know I always like a good party.” He bent to cut her free from the chair, when he was done he kept a hand on her ankle to keep her in the chair. “Don’t move, I need to check some of these wounds.”
Charlie looked around the warehouse, making sure the demon was not going to be a problem. “Everything’s clear- is she okay?”
Jo raises an eyebrow. “Who is this?”
“Charlie Bradbury, at your service.” The redhead supplied, eyeing the blonde warily. “I should ask you the same thing, though.”
Jo smiles at the girl “Im Jo Harvelle.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” She greeted, striding over to her and Dean.
Now that we all know each other.” Dean grumbled as he looked at the cut in Jo’s leg. “This is going to need stitches, we need to get you to the car, but I don’t want you putting pressure on this. it’s way to close to an artery for my liking.” He pulled off his flannel and did his best to wrap it around her leg and tie it off tight
Charlie glared at the back of his head, without conviction, and wrapped Jo’s arm around her shoulder. “I’ll help.” She offered.
“Yeah,” He wrapped an arm around Jo’s waist and together they got her back to the Impala. “I’ve got stuff in the trunk, just hang out for a second.” He went to get supplies in the trunk.
She nodded, as Dean walked away. “So, how’d you get into hunting?”
"My mom and dad were hunters. He died on a hunt. So I decided I wanted to be just like him. How about you?"
"Come on out Winchester. I know you are here."
“Or maybe you aren’t as intelligent as you like to believe.”
“Look behind you, asshole” Dean pushed the angel blade into the demon’s stomach smriking as it lit up and died. “you okay, Jo?”
Jo gave Dean a little smile. “Im fine. Thanks for coming.”
“You know I always like a good party.” He bent to cut her free from the chair, when he was done he kept a hand on her ankle to keep her in the chair. “Don’t move, I need to check some of these wounds.”
Charlie looked around the warehouse, making sure the demon was not going to be a problem. “Everything’s clear- is she okay?”
Jo raises an eyebrow. “Who is this?”
“Charlie Bradbury, at your service.” The redhead supplied, eyeing the blonde warily. “I should ask you the same thing, though.”
Jo smiles at the girl "Im Jo Harvelle."
"Come on out Winchester. I know you are here."
“Or maybe you aren’t as intelligent as you like to believe.”
“Look behind you, asshole” Dean pushed the angel blade into the demon’s stomach smriking as it lit up and died. “you okay, Jo?”
Jo gave Dean a little smile. “Im fine. Thanks for coming.”
“You know I always like a good party.” He bent to cut her free from the chair, when he was done he kept a hand on her ankle to keep her in the chair. “Don’t move, I need to check some of these wounds.”
Charlie looked around the warehouse, making sure the demon was not going to be a problem. “Everything’s clear- is she okay?”
Jo raises an eyebrow. "Who is this?"
"Come on out Winchester. I know you are here."
“Or maybe you aren’t as intelligent as you like to believe.”
“Look behind you, asshole” Dean pushed the angel blade into the demon’s stomach smriking as it lit up and died. “you okay, Jo?”
Jo gave Dean a little smile. "Im fine. Thanks for coming."