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[callxofthexwild-blog]

Instinct || Jo & Jacob

Jacob rarely felt a reason to hold on to his control around the full moon. It was the one time when he knew he could completely let go, let the animal that was a joint part of him take absolute control--and he didn't have to care about a thing. His mind was free from concern, free from worry, free from care. For that one night... 

Except, he couldn't let everything slip away now. Not with Hell trying to find him, not with the need to constantly be on some level of alert. The animal wasn't enough; his intelligent mind had to stay in control, at least to some degree, all the time. Every. Single. Second. 

Walking along the edge of the park, Jacob did his best to ignore the pull of the moon, that call to abandon all. To ignore everything. His eyes were already yellow, but hidden under the shaded glasses, no passing individuals would be able to tell. He'd just have to let it all go later--still keeping a piece of himself intact. 

Oh, he hated that part. 

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Thunder: It’s raining outside and your muse is stuck inside with Jo Harvelle and when the power goes out they cuddle to keep warm.

Dean had never been a particular fan of thunder. He wasn’t scared of it but he didn’t like it. The thunderstorms and flickering lights weren’t always just thunderstorms and flickering lights in his world. A lot of the time they were just annoyances of nature but there was always the risk that the sound and darkness were trying to cover up the presence of something a whole lot more sinister.

The rumbling of thunder and crack of lightning had been going on all afternoon and the rain smattered against the windows with enough force that Dean kinda worried they might break if the wind didn’t let up. The room was already draughty enough - and colder than a polar bear’s butthole - and without the shelter that the windows provided it would be unbearable.

Jo had swung by earlier for a beer and chance to talk. When the storm outside picked up, Dean had told her to stick around and wait it out. No one should be out on the roads in this weather unless they absolutely had to.

The power had went out fairly quick. They’d talked, played cards, chared the leftover pizza in the fridge, talked some more until both of them were half asleep at the table - with their hands supporting their chins being the only thing that kept them from faceplanting on the surface of the table - and Dean finally declared that, as nice as the company was - it was time for bed. Sam and Meg were out somewhere so Dean offered Jo to take Meg’s bed for the night.

A couple of hours later, Dean was curled up on his side on the bed - underneath blankets that were nowhere near enough to keep the coold out - and his teeth were clattering in an annoying staccato rhythm that did absolutely nothing to help him sleep. He turned but all that did was shift the covers and allow for more cold air to seep inside and he winced silently and glared at the raindrops on the window.

[Not sure if this was supposed to be drabble or a para. I made it a para. Tell me if you want a drabble instead and I’ll finish it]

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Reliance || Jo and Lisa

Hands flitting nervously over the belly that she was only just becoming accustomed to, Lisa carefully picked up the phone. Dean had Meg and Sam to deal with and Ben was only 19—she couldn’t expect him to keep an eye on her by himself. Besides, his friends were in town too. And with all that plus Elizabeth taking an (only after the fact) untimely vacation, the bed and breakfast owner was left at a loss. Which was why she was now calling yet another young person who didn’t need something else to deal with. A few rings before the girl picked up. “Hey Jo…” She’d learnerd by now that leaving the phone on speaker was better. It was less panicky if her hands started shaking again and clenching them together made her voice a bit less shaky. A bit…

[whatthefuckdoyoucallthis]

Me: *sobbing*

Lil' sis: ...why are you crying?

Me: Supernatural.

Her: Oh, naturally...

Me: No

Her:

Me:

Her:

Me: SUPERnaturally

Her: oh gosh

Me: *laughs*

Me: *laughter turns into harder sobbing*

[demonsjustwannahavefun]

Intrigued || Damon and Jo

The skies growl ominously above the crossroads demon as he wanders in the vague direction of a bar. Things have been pretty slow for Damon recently, the 'big picture' is starting to include him more and more as he gets dragged into master plans, plots and deceptions. 

It's been too long since he has just had a simple deal, a simple night with a pretty girl before he seals away her soul. He's missed it. So here he is, stepping lightly into a fairly crowded bar, already scanning through his options. 

Damon has to admit, bars were near perfect places to pick up lonely, desperate housewives who want all their dreams to come true, and who will do anything to achieve them.  He strides up and orders a glass of whiskey before sitting off to the side of the room, slowly taking in the multitude of potential deals before him. 

A benefit of being a crossroads demon is that Damon can see souls, and know their natures as easily as reading a book. So it isn't long before he notices something ... different. 

She's a beautiful girl, her shoulders stand strong as she sits at the bar. Usually Damon would dismiss her at once, she isn't some lonely wife wanting to get out of her poisonous marriage. But there's something off about her soul. It intrigues Damon, as all things out of place do. 

His mind decided he drains his glass before standing and making his way over to the bar. He sits down beside her and catches the eye of the barkeep. 

"Whiskey, please." he calls out, smiling a little before glancing over to the woman beside him... 

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Shrunken Heads || Jo and Elizabeth

The town was smaller than Elizabeth remembered, and she'd only been gone for a few weeks. 

Sioux Falls felt like it had shrunk in the wash, houses too close and bars too thin and people too damn nosey. But maybe it was just that Elizabeth had been stretched out--pulled in so many different directions that she couldn't quite snap herself back into the not-quite-adult body she'd fit into before.

Family had a tendency to do that.

But a smaller Sioux Falls was still Sioux Falls, and Elizabeth was under the distinct impression that anywhere else would have felt even smaller. Even Atlanta, where Damien was running around the UGA campus, would feel too-tight; and besides, Damien had seen her like this one-too-many times, would get that look on his face that was a mixture of guilt and anger and something she didn't have a name for but knew would be yellow if it had any sort of color at all. She couldn't handle that.

So she wandered the streets, nodding politely at strangers and saying hi to anyone who called her name. But there were more Hunters in town, if that was even possible, which kept things pretty quiet. 

Thoughts swirled in her head like water in a toilet-bowl, down down down with not enough time to really process before they were gone as her shoulder collided with someone else's.

Someone who just happened to be Jo Harvelle.

Lightening ever so slightly at the familiar face, Elizabeth offered a strained smile. "Jo. Hey, sorry about running into you like that."

[theyoungesthas-been]

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?— Fluff ensues between our characters.

"Oh, c’mon. I’m only two years off." Elizabeth said teasingly, raising an eyebrow at the other blonde. “Besides, how old were you when you started drinking?"

"Twenty-one." And the younger girl couldn’t tell if she was lying. Then again, if she’d heard right, Jo was notorious for kicking Hunters’ asses at shooting games and her poker face—and even if she hadn’t, Jo didn’t have the same tells as everyone else.

Still, Elizabeth rolled her eyes. Her tone was light, teasing as she gestured wildly across the bar top. “Well we’re not all raised in families willing to waste pain-killers on werewolf attacks."She ignored the darkening of Jo’s gaze and Jo ignored the teeth stabbing viciously into her bottom lip as the two lapsed into silence.

"But seriously," Elizabeth said finally. “It’s just one beer and Adam won’t nag you about it if he doesn’t know."

Jo laughed shortly, rolling her eyes. “Adam won’t nag me about it anyway."

It was Elizabeth’s turn to laugh, eyebrow raising into a sharp angle of disbelief. "Right.”

"He wouldn’t." Jo protested with a laugh, reaching under the bar and snagging a beer for the girl as proof—or maybe just because she felt like giving it to her, Elizabeth wasn’t sure.

Taking the bottle gingerly, the younger blonde shrugged. “Guess we’ll find out." And she popped the cap, downing the first sip with a grin.