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[soullessoul.livejournal.com]

[Calling Dean on Jo Harvelle's phone.]

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[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

[Oh look. Jo's calling him.] Yeah?

[soullessoul.livejournal.com]

Hi, Dean. Long time, no speak.

[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

...Jo?

[soullessoul.livejournal.com]

[Quelle surprise!] Oh, you wanted to talk to Jo? Here you go~. [And lo, Dean is treated to a few seconds of not-entirely-conscious groaning, the product of Casey keeping her just concussed enough to not realize what's going on. Just as abruptly, she brings the phone back to her mouth.]

Sorry, she's not the best conversationalist right now.

[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

The hell'd you do to her? Where are you? [And now Dean's getting fired up. He's pretty sure there's a knife in the trunk with someone's name on it now, too.]

[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

[Oh look. Jo's calling him.] Yeah?

[soullessoul.livejournal.com]

Hi, Dean. Long time, no speak.

[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

...Jo?

[soullessoul.livejournal.com]

[Quelle surprise!] Oh, you wanted to talk to Jo? Here you go~. [And lo, Dean is treated to a few seconds of not-entirely-conscious groaning, the product of Casey keeping her just concussed enough to not realize what's going on. Just as abruptly, she brings the phone back to her mouth.]

Sorry, she's not the best conversationalist right now.

[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

The hell'd you do to her? Where are you? [And now Dean's getting fired up. He's pretty sure there's a knife in the trunk with someone's name on it now, too.]

[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

[Oh look. Jo's calling him.] Yeah?

[soullessoul.livejournal.com]

Hi, Dean. Long time, no speak.

[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

...Jo?

[soullessoul.livejournal.com]

[Quelle surprise!] Oh, you wanted to talk to Jo? Here you go~. [And lo, Dean is treated to a few seconds of not-entirely-conscious groaning, the product of Casey keeping her just concussed enough to not realize what's going on. Just as abruptly, she brings the phone back to her mouth.]

Sorry, she's not the best conversationalist right now.

[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

The hell'd you do to her? Where are you? [And now Dean's getting fired up. He's pretty sure there's a knife in the trunk with someone's name on it now, too.]

[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

[Oh look. Jo's calling him.] Yeah?

[soullessoul.livejournal.com]

Hi, Dean. Long time, no speak.

[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

...Jo?

[soullessoul.livejournal.com]

[Quelle surprise!] Oh, you wanted to talk to Jo? Here you go~. [And lo, Dean is treated to a few seconds of not-entirely-conscious groaning, the product of Casey keeping her just concussed enough to not realize what's going on. Just as abruptly, she brings the phone back to her mouth.]

Sorry, she's not the best conversationalist right now.

[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

The hell'd you do to her? Where are you? [And now Dean's getting fired up. He's pretty sure there's a knife in the trunk with someone's name on it now, too.]

[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

[Oh look. Jo's calling him.] Yeah?

[soullessoul.livejournal.com]

Hi, Dean. Long time, no speak.

[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

...Jo?

[soullessoul.livejournal.com]

[Quelle surprise!] Oh, you wanted to talk to Jo? Here you go~. [And lo, Dean is treated to a few seconds of not-entirely-conscious groaning, the product of Casey keeping her just concussed enough to not realize what's going on. Just as abruptly, she brings the phone back to her mouth.]

Sorry, she's not the best conversationalist right now.

[i-call-doover.livejournal.com]

The hell'd you do to her? Where are you? [And now Dean's getting fired up. He's pretty sure there's a knife in the trunk with someone's name on it now, too.]