alone in the darkness ;OPEN

[Jo Harvelle]

The cool September night wind blew through the trees and sent a chill through the bone. It might have been an easier hunt for Jo Harvelle if she had someone with her, but no. She had to fend for herself which she was getting used to. She hadn't seen any other hunters in at least a month, and she was starting to get lonely, but the job had to go on, no matter what. She was still nervous to go home, worried that her mother was still pissed at her. She couldn't call anyone, because that would just make it seem as if she was helpless and couldn't do things for herself, and that was the last thing she wanted.

Staring at the abandoned warehouse, Jo took a deep breath. She checked inside her sock for her knife, which was there safe and sound. Before starting inside, she took one more look of the outside. After picking the lock, a very useful skill, Jo looked up and down the entry looking for a sign to where the thing was. What was the 'thing'? A vampire. It sure as hell wasn't the first vampire that Jo had gotten rid of, but it might just be her first nest, if her tracking was right. She heard a noise down the left corridor and grabbed her knife out of her sock.

Walking down the hallway with her knife ready to strike when necassary. She heard something behind her and she shot around. Looking around, she saw nothing. She shook her head, then looked at her feet. It was a rat. "Ew," she muttered, kicking it out of the way. She turned back around and slowly started walking back down the hallway. At the end, she could see a light on, a flashlight. Oh shit, she thought to herself. She plastered herself up against the wall, so stared down at the light. One thing she was almost certain of, it wasn't the vampire. The last thing she wanted was to be caught up in whatever that person was doing.

[Sam Winchester™]

Sam couldn't help but notice he'd been leaving his brother behind an awful lot these days. Then again, since dragging his brother back from hell, the Winchester brothers hadn't really been seeing eye to eye on many things - hunting being one of them. So, he'd made sure to get Dean very drunk before grabbing his bag of weapons and the car.
He'd heard from various people in town about strange goings on in the warehouse district so he'd decided to check it out. Pulling into one of the darker spots outside the 'house, Sam climbed out and, throwing his bag over his shoulder he started to scale the side of the building, using the drainpipe for leverage as he headed for the open window.

Vaulting and over with a hollow thud that resounded through the bare office, he glanced about. Everything looked old and untouched which surprised Sam to no end. He tucked a hunting knife into his jeans, holstering his gun on his thigh and grabbing the flash light. Last but not least, he pulled out a freshly sharpened machete which he carried slung over his back in its case casually. Tucking the bag with the other guns, his two newly made Molotov cocktails and his spare knives under the desk so he could grab it on the way out, he exited the room.

The warehouse was cold and musty smelling but he could make out the faint smell of blood in the distance. Rubbing tired eyes - having sat up till 4am researching - he examined the corridor with the beam of his torch, squinting as he explored.

"Ew"

Sam's head snapped up and round as he heard a voice somewhere along the other end of the walkway, his back pressing firmly against the wall as he sidled along it quietly before raising his flash light (and his gun) and aiming at the stranger, finger already poised on the trigger when he wavered.

"Jo!?"

[Jo Harvelle]

Listening, Jo could hear whoever was holding the flashlight coming toward her. She tried to hide against the wall in the darkness, but she just couldn't get out of the light. She held her breath as the figure got closer. Suddenly she was blinded by the flightlight. Once her vision was regained she saw someone she knew, she knew very well actually. It was Sam Winchester, and he had a gun pointed at her. She was a little frightened at this, due to the nature of their last encounter. For all she knew, he could still be posessed.

Jo stood there like a deer in headlights, afraid to move. Once he said her name, she could tell there was something different about him, but he wasn't posessed, that was for sure. "Sam," she said to him, sighing. "Long time, no see." She gave him a big smile and was oddly happy to see him, or maybe she was just happy to see someone who wasn't a crazy pyscho killer. She wondered how Dean was, since he wasn't with Sam. They we're usually always together, and all she could see now was Sam, no Dean. She hoped he was alright, even though he probably didn't even like her, it didn't matter.

[Sam Winchester™]

Sam was still staring at Jo as if she'd just told him she was going to outer space, still trying to get his head around the fact that this was 'lil Jo Harvelle standing in front of him - no doubt ready to gut him with a hunting knife if he pissed her off. Blinking owlishly, he shook his head clear before opening his mouth, his words dying in his throat before he tried again, "Jo!? What the hell are you doing here!?"
That's great Sam, just try to piss her off.

Still watching her, he lowered his gun and flash light, keeping his ears open for any sound of trouble. He looked behind her, raising an eyebrow, "You're alone? No hunting partner to watch your back?" It was only after he'd said that did he realise how hypocritical he sounded, he was alone too after all but, then again, he'd been raised hunting - not serving drinks. Shaking his head, he looked back up at her.

"It's been too long..." he trailed off, looking ever so slightly sheepish but not in a Sam-like way, "Uh sorry about tying you up last time...it wasn't me"

[Jo Harvelle]

Jo was glad to see Sam, well, back to being pretty much Sam. She didn't really feel like almost getting killed tonight by a fellow hunter. "I'm working on a hunt," she said to him, quietly. That's just what she needed, to have killer vampires hear them and attack. Jo was still in shook by the fact that Sam didn't have his usual buddy right behind him, or in front of him, since Dean always came off as more straighforward than Sam.

Jo looked at Sam. "No hunting partner," she said to him, still talking quietly. "I haven't had one for a pretty long time." She wanted to ask about Dean, but was worried that if something happened to him, something bad, then it would upset Sam, and even herself. She figured it was worth a shot. "And where's your better half?" she asked, trying to make it seem like she didn't care. She looked around him, seeing if maybe Dean was in the shadows, but he wasn't.

Jo couldn't believe that Sam actually apologized. It was nice and overdue, but she didn't really expect it, which made it feel even better. "It's alright," she said to him. "I know you weren't yourself, Dean explained everything to me, plus we could pretty much tell you were possessed." She didn't really feel like going into explaination about how his eyes faded to black, just like the Metallica song, when Dean mentioned Christo. "I asked Dean to tell me what happened, but I didn't hear from him. I didn't know if you were still possessed or what the hell was going on."

[Sam Winchester™]

Jo was on a hunt? It couldn't be the same one as him right? Duh Sam, she's in the warehouse with you. Hey, maybe she's one of them!? No, seriously, you'd have noticed if Jo was evil - but it didn't hurt to test it.

"Christo", he muttered, looking away so she didn't hear him or see the pained look shooting across his features from that one word before he looked back up and nodded, "Well if you're on the same hunt as me then we may as well work together; m'used to having someone watch my back anyway" he pointed out, glancing about them to try and work out which way led them into the nest. He didn't turn back round till she mentioned Dean.

"My better half? Oh, he's at home with the kids cooking our mothers meatloaf...or he would be if he hadn't passed out in the motel bed", he shook his head and smiled, "He can't hold his alcohol in his old age", he mused with a throaty laugh before peering round a corner. He leant back so his head rested against the wall, "Well you know about old yellow eyes and his blood right? Well then you also know about the psychic demon part of me yeah?" he sighed, "And if you've been listening to the hunter grapevine then you'd also know that all Winchester's have taken a vacation to hell in the past two years..." he grumbled, peering back round and slamming back with a squeak as a vampire appeared along the end of the corridor; his hand automatically slamming over Jo's mouth to silence her breathing.