Just a girl whose intentions are good

The roadhouse had been closed all day, but that didn't mean Jo had gotten a day off, instead she and Mom had spent the entire morning, afternoon, and evening recarving various signs and sigils and laying down salt lines. Then Ash had gotten the brilliant idea of mixing salt and holy water into paint for a more permanent effect, and guess who got to put that to good use.

"Are you sure this is even going to work?" she asked, propping the stepladder against the wall. "This isn't how normal people spend the week before Easter."

Ellen lightly cuffed the back of Jo's head. "You had your chance for normal and ran screaming from it. I don't say anything about your damn fool hunting." As much. These Days. Right now didn't count. "You don't say anything about having to help with the wards. Besides it's April Fool's tomorrow, which means tricksters and..."

"And we don't want to leave any cracks because they'll see it as an open invitation," Jo finished with a sigh. "Hand me the paintbrush."

Jo grunted as she heaved yet another shovelful of dirt out of the grave, narrowly missing Jet who stood by the side of the hole, tail wagging, paws caked with mud from 'helping' her earlier.

"You reached it yet?"

She took a moment to wipe the sweat off her forehead before replying "Not yet, Mom."

"Well hurry it up," Ellen said, glancing down into the grave. "We want to be out of here before sun-up."

"I'm going as fast as I can, so unless you've got a backhoe in your pocket it's not going to get dug up any faster."

"Don't you sass me, Joanna Beth Harvelle." It was never a good sign when Ellen broke out the full name, even when she wasn't armed. "You're the one who insisted on this damn fool idea."

"You're the one who insisted on coming along," Jo muttered, just loud enough for her mother to hear.

"That's because someone has to keep you from getting killed."

Any reply Jo made was lost in the cracking and splintering as Jo's shovel hit wood instead of dirt. "Found it."

"Here." Ellen handed Jo down a carton and a bottle. "And I'd like to point out that if you'd listened to me we'd be drinking that instead of using it as accelerant."

Jo frowned as she looked at the message from Ash in her email.

Or rather she frowned at all the attachments his email had. There was something there, some sort of pattern she was picking up on, something that needed a hunter.

So naturally, instead of picking up the phone, or forwarding the email to Uncle John, she started packing a duffel and sent a reply back to Ash.

As she headed down to the causeway, she pulled out her phone and left a message.

[ooc: Establishy, not for interaction. See availability post here for more info.]