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At another time, a little later than the first time, the Cooper farm finds itself presented with yet another carload of newcomers.

At least these don't apparently plan to stay -- and certainly wouldn't seem to have close bonds, the way they're all three bitching at each other, or the way the car doors slam in order as they get out and immediately stalk in different directions.

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Trouble for goddamn harpies, that's the truth.

Dean goes very still, when he spots her. Still and calm, like the ocean just before the cyclone hits.

One hand slides around to his back, for his gun.

She knows that movement and goes very, very still herself.

Dean looks at her levelly, considering.

He's never heard of harpies bringing anything but trouble.

On the other hand ... he's never met one before. And there were those vampires that didn't drink human blood, back -- wherever. And this isn't exactly a normal hunt.

Still ...

Tap tap tap, fingers on the hood. Shoot first, or wait and possibly get clawed up?

Medusa shifts.

Sadly, given she's stressed, this means her brass claws scratch the rooftiles.

And that means his gun is out and aimed at her before he even thinks.

He doesn't shoot. Not yet.

... not quite yet.

There's a shot over his shoulder, damn close enough to hid head it should be familiar (except it's crisper, cleaner, it's not a rifle, the bullet almost whistles).

He gets to turn and look. They both can. But the guns up still, being cocked again before he turns, and it's not aimed to the side of his head.

"You're gonna back away from her nice and slow."

Edited 2008-07-02 05:58 (UTC)

Medusa's attention, all that dark-eyed intensity, is on Dean.

This doesn't mean that, latter, Jo is going to be asked Questions.

.... Dean is getting really sick of that sound, actually.

His gun doesn't move from Medusa.

"Psycho fucking bitch," he growls at Jo. "Gimme a reason. One that's not 'I'll shoot you,' 'cos I don't think you will."

Jo holding a gun that once upon a time might have been a revolver. It's silver and the sigils on it are red. And her lips tighten, finger tensing twice.

"Prickhole Bastard!" The gun gets shoved into her jacket and she lunges for Dean, all int he same moment. She's going to slam them straight into the car with all her strength.

And, look, she really doesn't give a damn.

And now Medusa is torn. On one hand, fly away while he is distracted. On the other...

She lives here.

He's here. And the part of her that is queen knows that they need to sort things out. And the other...

Jo.

So, she jumps down off the roof, lands in a crouch-gets-to-her-feet, and watches for now.

Car on one side, hot sweaty girl on the other, this is prime.

Oh, except for where she's trying to kill him. That bit's less cool.

"Get the fuck off me, it's comin'!"

Jo is much less worried about Medusa.

She thinks Dean should be too.

"You have better things to worry about."

Especially when she's busy aiming a punch squarely at his ear. Its not a prime spot for knocking someone out, but it does fuck a hell lot with equilibrium.

Edited 2008-07-02 06:33 (UTC)

"I'm not an it!"

Medusa has a voice like a flute. Normally, it's a pretty, soprano thing. When she gets angry, though, it starts edging up.

Get her furious, and it's shatter glass time.

OW.

Also: OW.

Dean glares from one to the other, rubbing the back of his head where it met the Impala and -- still glaring.

"You sure fuckin' look like an it," he informs her, pushing Jo.

"Her."

Dean gets punched.

Again. Harder. Same place.

"Her name is Medusa. And if you lay a finger on her or point a gun at her without cause again I will beat your fucking ass into the fucking ground."

Jo may not look any more stable than she sounds at this point. But she doesn't look any less capable of carrying out her threat either.

Yes. Questions. Later.

"And I live here. If you do not like, ask Lucy."

Owwww. Jo is lookin' to get herself beat.

... which Dean will totally do, and not feel bad about it at all, no way. In a minute. He'll just ... let her do her thing first.

(psycho fucking bitch.)

"Who's Lucy?" he asks, sharply.

That wasn't a crazy question, or a threat.

And Jo seemed to figure out a few seconds later than anyone else. Her hands loosening, barely brushing Dean's shoulders....which shouldn't have been lower than hers, should they?

She blinked, confusion mixing into her anger, looking over, across, for--

--someone who wasn't the girl staring at her.

Medusa, looking tiny and self-possessed as any queen on her throne, just looks at them both.

"This is her house."

Dean shoves Jo away, getting to his feet.

And not reaching for his gun again -- although he looks like he wants to.

"Really now."

Jo steps back fumble, but she doesn't fall. Glowering at him for shoving her. She doesn't give a damn if she just wailed on his head for a few minutes.

She'll think about that part later.

She's still not saying anything either.

Very precisely,

"Yes. Clark's house from another world." Beat. "He's the...back up?"

"You guys know you're makin' absolutely no sense here, right?"

Dean rubs his ear gingerly. Jo's got a punch on her.

Jo's behind Dean by a handful of steps. It's impossible for him to not be in her field of vision.

She still managed not to look him. Her brown eyes, pools of amber sap, flicker down, away, back to Medusa. Bare second passing.

"Maybe."

Or he'll walk away (again) now.

They both might. (This time.)

(Maybe she should.)

Edited 2008-07-08 04:08 (UTC)

"I live here. You have problem, you leave. Simple."

And with that, she turns and walks back inside.

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