[It was dark. Jo's eyes had adjusted, but mostly because she kept closing them to steady herself. Her hands are shaking and she hopes it's too dark for Dean and Sam to notice.
The vault around her smells like stormwater, a small relief as she breathes faster than she needs to. Serving as bait for the ghost might have been her idea, originally, but that was before they figured out it was fucking HH Holmes and he'd already gotten her once.
She can't figure out if she hears the ghost first, or feels his greedy eyes on her, but she's suddenly aware of America's first serial killer behind her.
One step echoes through the chamber then another, and she feels like her heart is going to beat out of her chest.
"Now!" Dean yells. She doesn't comprehend the word but she knows what it means in the bottom of her stomach and reacts. She scrambles forward as they fire over her head, desperate to get over the salt line before Holmes grabs her.]
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The vault around her smells like stormwater, a small relief as she breathes faster than she needs to. Serving as bait for the ghost might have been her idea, originally, but that was before they figured out it was fucking HH Holmes and he'd already gotten her once.
She can't figure out if she hears the ghost first, or feels his greedy eyes on her, but she's suddenly aware of America's first serial killer behind her.
One step echoes through the chamber then another, and she feels like her heart is going to beat out of her chest.
"Now!" Dean yells. She doesn't comprehend the word but she knows what it means in the bottom of her stomach and reacts. She scrambles forward as they fire over her head, desperate to get over the salt line before Holmes grabs her.]