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Stupid? [She actually laughs at that.] It's not exactly my fault that you can't tell sarcasm for what it is.

[Rolls her eyes.] I knew it was sarcasm. I was just stating a fact. [And that's when Jo gives a flick of her wrist to throw some holy water on her.]

[She tries to dodge, and mostly manages, but can't quite escape the stray spray up her arm that makes her scream with rage and pain. Almost instantly she whips her arm around, sending a spray of acid right at the hunter.]

[The acid hits Jo's arm and she screams in pain, falling to her knees. Jo had remembered the exorcism chant that Sam had taught her, so whimpering, she starts it.]

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas...

[The chant hurts like hell, like a thousand flaming hooks ripping into every part of her to pull her inside out, but it's with little effort that she looks up and clenches her fist, bringing an enormous gust of wind that threatens to bowl the little huntress over. Casey is strong, and it's not hard.]

[Jo was about to continue with the chant before she falls over, hitting her head on the nearby stool. Groaning, she tries to focus her blurry vision on the ceiling while she reaches into her pocket for her phone.]

[Casey makes her way over to Jo quickly and crouches down, lifting the phone from her hand deftly.] Ah, ah, ah. Don't want you calling the cavalry just yet.

[Jo whimpers only because everything was so blurry and her arm felt like it was on fire.] I'm gonna' kill you. I swear.

Of course you will, sweetheart. I'm shaking in my boots over here. [Then, because she's nice, she takes out a little Tupperware of baking soda from her pocket and dumps it on the acid. There's no reason to wreck a perfectly good young woman's body. She balances it out by kicking Jo in the stomach.]

[For a split second Jo gives a sigh of relief at the feel of the baking soda, that is until she groans loudly from the kick then goes off into a couple more whimpers.] Fuck you. [Even though everything was blurry, Jo attempts to throw a punch.]

[She sidesteps it smoothly, helpfully grabbing Jo by the back of her shirt and pitching her into the wall.] Well, gee, Jo, I just saved you from third-degree acid burns. You don't sound too grateful.

[Again she groans loudly when she hits the wall and falls to the floor. Bringing a hand to her nose, Jo could see the faint red on her fingers.] I don't... n-need your help.

Yeah, I'm sure you could have healed your own skin by clicking your heels together enough times. [She easily picks Jo up by her neck with one hand.] Or your little angel buddies could swing by and save you.

[With a grunt, she slams Jo against the wall once.] Oh wait, I forgot. Now that the party's over and my father imprisoned, they abandoned this dump.

[Jo tries pulling at the hand around her neck.] Screw Lucifer and screw you, you demonic bitch! [She tries spitting on Casey.]

That kind of language is hurtful, Joanna. [Slam, slam, slam. She wipes the spit from her face with a grimace.

Slam. Slam. Slam.]

[After the first three slams, Jo could barely keep her eyes open. The last three are what did her in, her head hanging and her body limp.]

[Casey takes a moment to look at the girl contemptuously, before tossing Jo over her shoulder like a limp ragdoll and taking off.]