The Traveling Roadhouse

((Jo's open right now, if anyone wants to RP with her.))

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 14:53:00 -0400

Coffee Time (Sam and Jo)

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 14:51:00 -0400

roadhousejoanna:

Coffee Time (Sam and Jo)

“I’ll do whatever I can for him, and you. You know that.” She watched him, still very concerned. Damn, but she hadn’t known this. No wonder Sam was so distant right now, so confused and worried. “Just tell me what to do.”

Sam smiled faintly at the other, shaking his head. ”Nothing you can do for my side of the equation,” He replied simply, wishing he had something to mess with in his hands. This conversation was harder than he thought it would be. Though he knew it would be more difficult with Dean. ”I promise you, you don’t have to do anything but be yourself. If I disappear, Dean’ll just…probably need someone to be there.” He did his best not to indicate those moments that he told Ruby about. Or field stripping guns, or anything that would damn him on those accounts. ”I…” He frowned, starting to push up. ”I should go. Probably dumped too much on you already.” With a slight self depreciating grin, he shook his head. ”I’ll head back to the flat. You know where we are.”

“I should probably head out, too. But… thanks for letting me know all this. If anything comes up, you have my phone number. All you have to do is call, okay?” She got up, sliding her leather jacket back on. “And tell Dean he owes me a drink.”

Coffee Time (Sam and Jo)

Fri, 16 Mar 2012 17:40:00 -0400

Coffee Time (Sam and Jo):

tallwinchester:

Sam shrugged, looking back down. ”It had to be done,” He admitted. ”It worries me more that he had power over me for a little while before I managed to get him into the pit. Killed some demons, beat up Dean, before I got a grip again.” Shifting his jaw as he sighed, glancing up quickly and shaking his head. ”You didn’t know, exactly. It was safe for you to ask because you didn’t. I’m almost glad you weren’t around. When I was soulless…I wasn’t very good to be around. Made some enemies in that time.” He sighed, pushing up and shaking his head. “Nothing you can really do though, well, maybe…” He rubbed the lower half of his face, he glanced up towards her. ”If anything happens to me, be there for Dean, alright? I’m finding myself surrounded by demons again, and talk of the end of the world, and all in all…it’s not promising.”

“I’ll do whatever I can for him, and you. You know that.” She watched him, still very concerned. Damn, but she hadn’t known this. No wonder Sam was so distant right now, so confused and worried. “Just tell me what to do.”

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Sun, 11 Mar 2012 15:11:28 -0400

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tallwinchester:

roadhousejoanna:

She nodded, frowning in concern. “I’m sorry, Sam. I mean… what happened? Obviously the world didn’t explode, but beyond that, I have no idea what went on. How did you stop the Apocalypse?”

Sam wasn’t looking up anymore, his gaze on the table as he rested his chin in his elbow, his elbow on the table itself. No, this wasn’t a good idea, but he was talking already. ”Long story short, I said yes to Lucifer,” He stated, messing with some condensation on the table. ”Then when the door to the cage was open, a pit, really, I jumped into it, dragging Michael and Adam with me.” He frowned, rubbing his fingers together. ”They brought my body up shortly afterwards in some deal, but my soul was down there for a year and a half.” He glanced up to Jo with a faint smile. ”I didn’t remember it all until recently, they had it blocked off, but now I remember everything that happened in Hell, everything I did while I was soulless, and beforehand, and it’s not working out well.”

Jo kind of stared at him for a long moment, eyes wide with concern and sympathy. “…oh god, Sam. I’m so sorry. I mean… I didn’t know… is there anything I can… well, probably not, but I have to ask… damn it, Sam.” She closes her eyes, feeling a bit angry with herself. “I really didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

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Tue, 06 Mar 2012 13:18:17 -0500

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tallwinchester:

roadhousejoanna:

“…Sam, are you okay?” Jo looked worried. Sam was acting a bit off now, sort of sad and confused. His voice was shaking the tiniest bit as he spoke. “I’m sorry if I said something wrong…”

Sam glanced up, his gaze taking a second to make sense of things, and shrugged. ”It’s not your fault,” He admitted. “I’m just…off.” He chuckled weakly, leaning back. ”You know those days where you wake up from a nightmare that was so real you felt you were there, and you find yourself wondering when you were dreaming, then or now?” He frowned for a moment. ”That’s how I feel right now. Constantly.” He laughed a little, unsure why he was saying this, really.

She nodded, frowning in concern. “I’m sorry, Sam. I mean… what happened? Obviously the world didn’t explode, but beyond that, I have no idea what went on. How did you stop the Apocalypse?”

Girl Talk (Ruby and Jo)

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 13:16:22 -0500

Girl Talk (Ruby and Jo):

blackeyedbabe:

roadhousejoanna:

blackeyedbabe:

“He almost killed me.” Ruby corrected, “And you’re one to talk. I thought you were dead as well.” Didn’t anybody just stay dead anymore? Ruby pondered this as she waited for the woman to answer.

“…yeah, I was. I don’t know what happened, but… something brought me back, I guess.” The hunter shrugged, studying the demon warily. “So… was there something you wanted?”

Ruby shrugged, “Well since Sam won’t enlighten me to what’s going on I was thinking maybe you might.” The demon pursed her lips, “You seem more reasonable than him.”

“…honestly? I have no idea what’s going on.” Jo sighed, leaning against a street light. “All I know is, I woke up after being dead for over a year, and the only ‘family’ I have left is here in England, so I came over looking for them.”

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Tue, 06 Mar 2012 13:14:40 -0500

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not-dead-lets-have-dinner:

This piqued Irene’s interest. “Who are they? I could find them for you. I have some very… talented friends,” she winked.

“They’re called Sam and Dean Winchester. All I know is that they’re somewhere in London. I don’t have current phone numbers for them, or else I’d call…”

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Sat, 03 Mar 2012 23:04:57 -0500

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not-dead-lets-have-dinner:

roadhousejoanna:

not-dead-lets-have-dinner:

roadhousejoanna:

not-dead-lets-have-dinner:

roadhousejoanna:

Jo didn’t even flinch, staring at the other woman with a very calm, level expression. “I was trying to think best of how to answer you. You asked me a question, and I thought that it deserved the most thoughtful and honest answer I could muster. I’m sorry if my response was not fast enough for you; however, it’s rather rude to strike up a conversation with someone and then snap at them for trying to give you an actual answer, not the cliched crap that most people do small talk with.”

“Oh,” Irene raised an eyebrow. “There’s the response I was looking for. Knew you had some spunk down in there.” She took a slow sip of her own coffee. “Takes a while to pull it out of some people you know.”

Jo was just in disbelief. Who the hell WAS this woman? She was quickly leaving the ‘demon’ category and heading into the ‘crazy’ one. “I… you’re kind of insane, I hope you realize that.” She paused for a moment, then shook her head. “I think I like it. Would you like to sit down?”

“Oh, I would /like/ that very much,” she purred, taking a seat at the girl’s table.
Her phone buzzed and she glanced at it, smiling.
“So you’re American. What are you doing in London?”

Jo shrugged, taking another sip of her coffee. “A couple of friends of mine are here on business. I came to visit them.”

“So…” Irene asked. “Why aren’t you with them right now?”

“I don’t know where they are. They didn’t know I was coming.”

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Sat, 03 Mar 2012 17:45:53 -0500

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not-dead-lets-have-dinner:

roadhousejoanna:

not-dead-lets-have-dinner:

roadhousejoanna:

Jo didn’t even flinch, staring at the other woman with a very calm, level expression. “I was trying to think best of how to answer you. You asked me a question, and I thought that it deserved the most thoughtful and honest answer I could muster. I’m sorry if my response was not fast enough for you; however, it’s rather rude to strike up a conversation with someone and then snap at them for trying to give you an actual answer, not the cliched crap that most people do small talk with.”

“Oh,” Irene raised an eyebrow. “There’s the response I was looking for. Knew you had some spunk down in there.” She took a slow sip of her own coffee. “Takes a while to pull it out of some people you know.”

Jo was just in disbelief. Who the hell WAS this woman? She was quickly leaving the ‘demon’ category and heading into the ‘crazy’ one. “I… you’re kind of insane, I hope you realize that.” She paused for a moment, then shook her head. “I think I like it. Would you like to sit down?”

“Oh, I would /like/ that very much,” she purred, taking a seat at the girl’s table.
Her phone buzzed and she glanced at it, smiling.
“So you’re American. What are you doing in London?”

Jo shrugged, taking another sip of her coffee. “A couple of friends of mine are here on business. I came to visit them.”

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Sat, 03 Mar 2012 11:08:11 -0500

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not-dead-lets-have-dinner:

roadhousejoanna:

Jo didn’t even flinch, staring at the other woman with a very calm, level expression. “I was trying to think best of how to answer you. You asked me a question, and I thought that it deserved the most thoughtful and honest answer I could muster. I’m sorry if my response was not fast enough for you; however, it’s rather rude to strike up a conversation with someone and then snap at them for trying to give you an actual answer, not the cliched crap that most people do small talk with.”

“Oh,” Irene raised an eyebrow. “There’s the response I was looking for. Knew you had some spunk down in there.” She took a slow sip of her own coffee. “Takes a while to pull it out of some people you know.”

Jo was just in disbelief. Who the hell WAS this woman? She was quickly leaving the ‘demon’ category and heading into the ‘crazy’ one. “I… you’re kind of insane, I hope you realize that.” She paused for a moment, then shook her head. “I think I like it. Would you like to sit down?”

Girl Talk (Ruby and Jo)

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 11:05:24 -0500

Girl Talk (Ruby and Jo):

blackeyedbabe:

“He almost killed me.” Ruby corrected, “And you’re one to talk. I thought you were dead as well.” Didn’t anybody just stay dead anymore? Ruby pondered this as she waited for the woman to answer.

“…yeah, I was. I don’t know what happened, but… something brought me back, I guess.” The hunter shrugged, studying the demon warily. “So… was there something you wanted?”

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Sat, 03 Mar 2012 11:03:03 -0500

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tallwinchester:

roadhousejoanna:

Jo nodded, finishing her coffee in one gulp. “I understand. And don’t worry, Sam, we’ll figure everything out. And all these demons around are going to regret ever screwing with us, right?”

Sam didn’t look up this time, furrowing his brows at the table. He’d figure things out, even if Lucifer was whispering this was a game, that he started. Mystery. Clue. Cluedo over here. Something for him to do to use Sam as his play thing. His eyes slipping up to the other, he smiled a little and shrugged. ”Of course,” He stated, though his voice didn’t sound so sure, when he really listened to himself. ”We always do, don’t we?”

“…Sam, are you okay?” Jo looked worried. Sam was acting a bit off now, sort of sad and confused. His voice was shaking the tiniest bit as he spoke. “I’m sorry if I said something wrong…”

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Thu, 01 Mar 2012 12:07:07 -0500

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tallwinchester:

roadhousejoanna:

“Maybe he’s just trying to live life to the fullest? We do tend to live a dangerous lifestyle. People can get mauled by hellhounds at any moment.” Jo teased gently, propping an elbow against the table. It was really nice being able to spend time with Sam. The Winchesters and Bobby were the closest thing she had to family, now.

Sam winced at the tease, practically able to hear the hellhounds. He wasn’t guilty about causing that anymore, it just hurt. They took Ellen, Jo, and Dean away at some point, he really didn’t like them. ”There are demons everywhere lately,” He shrugged with a faint grin. ”I don’t know. I’ve been different too, so I can’t really blame him. I’m still adjusting to everything, so I shouldn’t hold it against him, hm?” He laughed lightly, rolling up the granola bar wrapper.

Jo nodded, finishing her coffee in one gulp. “I understand. And don’t worry, Sam, we’ll figure everything out. And all these demons around are going to regret ever screwing with us, right?”

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Thu, 01 Mar 2012 10:24:24 -0500

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tallwinchester:

roadhousejoanna:

“I hope he’s not planning on dying again.” A frown settled on Jo’s lips, eyes furrowing. “I really hope not. I will take the cat clock as a bad sign, though. Although it could just be Dean being… well, Dean.”

“I really hope not too,” Sam replied, glancing up to the other. ”I don’t think anything happened for him to be dying. And no demon deals that I know of.” He let the frown linger, running his hand over his lips and looking up at the other, shaking his head. ”The cat clock? That doesn’t worry me. That’s just him being weird. Like the pie thing, and the impala. He just…is like that. I’m glad to see him have fun, but the sex and booze to this level. I worry I cause it sometimes.” He gave a crooked smile, taking another bite of his granola bar.

“Maybe he’s just trying to live life to the fullest? We do tend to live a dangerous lifestyle. People can get mauled by hellhounds at any moment.” Jo teased gently, propping an elbow against the table. It was really nice being able to spend time with Sam. The Winchesters and Bobby were the closest thing she had to family, now.

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Thu, 01 Mar 2012 10:19:39 -0500

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blackeyedbabe:

“Well…no but I think we could be amiable with one another.” Ruby said, “I’m Ruby by the way.”

“You’re Ruby? But… Sam killed you!” Jo frowned, realizing what she just said. If she herself was walking around after being dead for a while, there’s no reason the demoness couldn’t be, as well.

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Thu, 01 Mar 2012 00:15:22 -0500

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blackeyedbabe:

“Easy,” Ruby said coyly, her hand held in the universal ‘I give up’ pose, “We just have mutual friends. The Winchesters?” She said, “One’s big and moose-like, the other’s a living Ken Doll.” Ruby noticed the knife in passing, noting that if things got out of hand she’d probably have to fight this woman.

The hand stayed on the dagger, but Jo relaxed a tiny bit. “Who are you? Are you another hunter?”

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Wed, 29 Feb 2012 23:48:40 -0500

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tallwinchester:

roadhousejoanna:

“…cat clocks?” One of Jo’s eyebrows rose again, a slight smirk crossing her face. Oh, what had the boys been getting into now? “I’m not sure I want to know.”

“Yeah, Dean’s new obsession,” Sam replied easily, pulling a granola bar out of his bag and taking a bite. He waited until he was done before he finished. ”He’s been drinking and sleeping around like he was dying again, makes me a bit on edge, honestly.” He smiled a little with a shrug. ”Taking every opportunity. And bought a cat clock for the flat. For some strange reason that only makes sense in his head.”

“I hope he’s not planning on dying again.” A frown settled on Jo’s lips, eyes furrowing. “I really hope not. I will take the cat clock as a bad sign, though. Although it could just be Dean being… well, Dean.”

Volcare ad regnum: Aren't You Meant to Be Dead? (Jo and Ruby)

Wed, 29 Feb 2012 23:47:13 -0500

Volcare ad regnum: Aren't You Meant to Be Dead? (Jo and Ruby):

roadhousejoanna:

London at night certainly was beautiful. It was a miraculously clear evening, one that Jo was using to explore the city. She’d never been here before, and since the last couple of days had been spent trying to find Sam and Dean, she hadn’t yet had a chance to sight see, as it were. The hunter walked along the Thames, enjoying both the solitude and the weather, watching the various passerby.

Ruby spotted her first. Though they’d never met she kept tabs on people who were important (aka important to Sam). She didn’t know much about Jo Harvelle; just that she was a hunter so Ruby had to be on her toes. Shrugging to herself, Ruby boldly walked over to the other woman. Ruby smirked her vessel’s luscious lips, “Wow, so is this just a Hunter convention?”

Jo spun, resting a hand on the knife on her hip. She took in the woman’s appearance, trying to think if she’d seen the woman before. “…who the hell are you?”

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Wed, 29 Feb 2012 23:42:44 -0500

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not-dead-lets-have-dinner:

roadhousejoanna:

not-dead-lets-have-dinner:

roadhousejoanna:

not-dead-lets-have-dinner:

roadhousejoanna:

One slender blond eyebrow rose in vague disbelief. This woman was fitting the succubus idea more and more. Jo was a little afraid her drink was going to come back poisoned or something. On the other hand, though… why would any demons know where she was? She’d been dead for a year and a half; it’s not like they would have known she’d be here. If this was a demon, chances were she wasn’t aware she was talking to a hunter.

When the drink came back, Jo thanked the waitress, taking the coffee from her and examining it. It didn’t look poisoned, and it actually smelled pretty good. Hesitantly, the blond took a delicate sip.

Irene squinted, studying the girl as she sipped her drink. “So you’re the quiet, mysterious type, hmm? I like a little mystery. What do you like?”

Jo shrugged, taking another sip; this thing was actually pretty decent, surprisingly enough. “In what sense of the word like? What sort of things are you talking about?”

“What do you…” Irene waved her hand as she spoke “enjoy doing? What do you enjoy having done to you?” she winked.

…was she being hit on? Even if this woman wasn’t a hungry sex demon in disguise, this was still rather surprising. She’d been flirted with, propositioned before, but… the woman thing was knew. She remained silent, trying to figure out how exactly to answer that question.

Well now this was just getting tedious. Irene had almost forgotten how /dull/ ordinary people are. She leaned back in her chair and looked hard at the girl, losing her cool exterior for one crucial moment. “Do you not know how to speak, girl?” she snapped.

Jo didn’t even flinch, staring at the other woman with a very calm, level expression. “I was trying to think best of how to answer you. You asked me a question, and I thought that it deserved the most thoughtful and honest answer I could muster. I’m sorry if my response was not fast enough for you; however, it’s rather rude to strike up a conversation with someone and then snap at them for trying to give you an actual answer, not the cliched crap that most people do small talk with.”

Keeping It Together: roadhousejoanna: Keeping It Together: roadhousejoanna: “I know, Sam.”...

Wed, 29 Feb 2012 23:32:30 -0500

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tallwinchester:

roadhousejoanna:

“I wouldn’t exactly call it that, but since I’ve got it on my side, I’m damn well going to use it.” She grinned suddenly, looking rather like she did when she was still at the Roadhouse. “You’re a good brother, Sam.”

Sam chuckled at the other, trying to recall the good things about being soulless. ”Being dead gives you freedom, at least this way you do it,” He admitted, looking at the other, and unable to stop the fond smile. ”I’d hope so, after everything that’s happened. And all the cleaning up I’ve been doing. And the damn cat clocks. And the pies.” He rolled his eyes, leaning back a little. ”I consider you family too, Jo.”

“…cat clocks?” One of Jo’s eyebrows rose again, a slight smirk crossing her face. Oh, what had the boys been getting into now? “I’m not sure I want to know.”