God Bless Us Every One; (CLOSED)

[knifecollecting]

Who: Dean Winchester, Pellaz Cevarro, George Lass, Jo Harvelle
What: Jo has two goals: apologizing and introducing Dean to a few of her housemates that he already might know
Where: House 1402
When: 10/6
Warnings: Language, maybe?

Jo had been avoiding Dean since the paintball event because she felt guilty as hell for shooting him in the back. She didn't even shoot monsters in the back, and Dean was...well.

She sent him two pictures, one, a pot of stew and a pie crust off in the corner, and two, the location of the house. Hopefully he got the message. She might be apologizing, but she wasn't about to beg him to come.

A few minutes later she sends a text to Pell and George, inviting them down because she definitely made too much food. Plus, it was a good idea for Dean to know who to contact in case of an emergency, right?

Comments

[eyeofthetiger]

So you're saying you could quit the gig whenever you wanted?

[ he shook his head ]

That still doesn't sound like a good way to make a living. You definitely ain't going to make too many friends on the job either.

[ because, you know, no one wants to die. Not really. Not even if they think they do. ]

[toiletseat_girl]

No, not exactly. I mean, I could just not show up at Der Waffle Haus and get my assignment, but Rube would find me and give it to me, anyway.

[George shrugs]

There was Betty. She was another Reaper. Then she kind of--hitched a ride into someone else's afterlife. But she was my friend.

[eyeofthetiger]

[ he raised an eyebrow ]

She hitched a ride? I didn't realize that the dead enjoyed hitch-hiking.

[ although he should've guessed. If George was a reaper, that'd have to mean there was some messed up red-tape going on in the background. ]

You ever still see this Betty or did she move on permanently? [ not that she'd be seeing her anyway, but still. ]

[toiletseat_girl]

...I think Betty was just sick of it. Reaping, I mean. Because they tell you that someday, you're going to reach your quota of souls taken and get to move on, but she was tired of waiting for it.

[red tape, bureaucracy, and post-it notes]

No. I never saw her again.

[what goes unsaid is that George still misses her. a lot]

[eyeofthetiger]

[ he hopes those sticky-notes were at least the pretty, neon colored kind. With cats or something on 'em. ]

Ah. Well. [ now he's done it ] Guess that means she's happy then. Or at least we can hope. [ right? So happy she can't send a message or something??? Who knows how that stuff works. ]

[toiletseat_girl]

[no, they were plain pale yellow post-its with the info written on them in black pen. or sometimes black sharpie]

...I hope she is. I hope it was worth it.

[the door to the afterlife goes only one way and that's in]