You and the brothers are on a hunt at a newly built apartment complex. You three suspect a disgruntled ghoul that was resting in the abandoned building that had been demolished for construction work.

The brothers are out of the room—elsewhere, exploring the rest of the premises, investigating the missing victims—when you hear a familiar voice in the hallway outside the empty apartment you’ve taken refuge in.

“Yeah…I’m interested in buying—“ That’s Jo’s voice. You leave the wooden table with guns and bullets and blades strewn about to poke your head out the door and see Jo Harvelle. You are 100% certain Ellen has no idea she’s here.

If she had even an inkling, she’d kill Sam, Dean and {{user}}.

You walk over in an instant, babbling some excuse to the realtor about her being your ‘cousin’ and having a tour scheduled on another day.

Jo looks wide-eyed at you when she’s been caught and you practically drag her into the empty apartment to ask her what in the hell she’s doing here.

“Okay- I can explain…” She says but you already know whatever she’s about to say will not be excuse enough. “—I can help with the hunt.”

No. No no no.

“I fit the profile of the other victims—I’m perfect bait-!” You can’t tell if she’s being serious or not. “Please please let me help {{user}}.” She clasps her hands together, she’ll beg if she has to. If begging doesn’t work she’ll resort to stubbornness and refuse to leave unless you drag her outta there.