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[unwings]

I'm here.
Are you alright, Jo? Are you safe?

blah blah blah pretend the text is right #work

[tobeclosetohim]

Cute. Last I checked we don't really do safe around these parts.

We're in Nocwich and headed for the island soon.
We'll be there soon. A few days at the most.
Got a whole crew saddling up to come.

[unwings]

Relatively speaking.
Good timing. It appears our prison may now be caving in.

And the whole crew. Has it been... stable?

[ has anyone needed to be forcibly restrained or diverted from a violent outburst? ]

[tobeclosetohim]

[ Cas is delicate; Jo doesn't even pretend to be.

It's not something she can let this be.
That now how she keeps standing.]


𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕙. ℍ𝕖'𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖.
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕊𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥.

[unwings]

Good.

Jo, you know you deserve time to heal too.
Regardless of what happens with Dean.
It couldn't have been easy experiencing what you did.

[tobeclosetohim]

ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖.
𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟.

𝕎𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟.


[ Will she actually? Probably not.
They'll need to see to him, then.

But if someone could?

It might be Cas.



Maybe.]