+ I had the most amazing night yesterday, Imelda May was playing the Baby Blue Club in town and me and some family members went down to see her. Happy times ensued. She is gorgeous and awesome and I have a mega girl crush on her. She also has the greates band to exist. Period.
+ I'm not going to add much to the Jared squee. Mainly beacause he leaves me VIRTUALLY INCOHERENT. I mean HIS FACE. All I will say is that I'm going to see it tomorrow, on the HUGE CINEMA SIZE screen. I may not survive.
+ I wrote a Dean/Jo fictlet for featherjean's eight second challege, my prompt was "Supernatural, Jo, grown, learn, change"
It took exactly eight seconds for Dean Winchester to cross the room and walk out of the door, out of the bar, out of her life. For good, Jo imagines and braces herself for the sharp pain in the gut that she's sure will follow, that usually follows the sight of Dean Winchester and closing doors.
Yet what comes instead feels like a mixture of regret and sorrow, for her and for Dean, for whom they are and who they could never be, and there at the edges, far from tangible, there is something almost like relief.
Later, when she is on the road and working her own hunts, when she knows how to track and kill a werewolf, how to fake innocence and gain trust, she will look back on this moment, will hear the sound of Dean's heavy boots on the dusty floor, the click of the lock and the hitch of her breath as the first strains of realisation reach her and know that eight seconds can change your life.