[voice] [action? ifyouwant] What's in a Name?!

[gotanotherplan]

[There has always been a little voice in the back of her head that reminded her that maybe she should let people call her "Joanna" instead of "Jo" if she was sick of being thought of as one of the guys. But for some reason the City wanted her to be painfully aware of it today. Sure midnight wasn't exactly a normal time for someone to be brushing

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voice;

[rehymenator]

[Okay, so Castiel doesn't get out a lot. He's not sure anyone would know him, so give him a moment to answer.]

...Who is this?

voice;

[itsnotarifle]

[And now she's standing in the tub, hiding from the mirror with a towel around her waist, because even though she's managed to pull off her ruined clothes, this is KIND OF SCARY.]

It's Jo. Uh, Jo Harvelle.

... I think I'm cursed. At least, I really freakin' hope I'm cursed.

voice;

[rehymenator]

Jo.

[Oh. Ohhh. Castiel blinks for a minute, because-- well, why is she calling him?]

I can go get Dean or Sam...

voice;

[itsnotarifle]

NO! No, no. That's alright.

Are you anywhere near the apartment? By any chance?

[action]

[backseatangel]

[Anna was home alright and reading in the apartment when she heard a strange noise. Looking around, her eyes settled on the clock. Just past midnight. Strange noises at midnight rarely boded well. She did a mental check to remember who was in the apartment and called out.]

Jo? You okay?

[action]

[itsnotarifle]

Yeah, totally fine! [Cue really bad falsetto again, even as she almost fell over trying to pull off the remains of her favorite pair of jeans. It was like she transformed into the Hulk or something.]

H-Hey, would you... mind grabbing me a pair of pants out of Dean's drawer, maybe? [... Jo almost facepalmed, that wasn't as normal of a request as she thought it might sound.] Or Sam's, y'know, whatever.

[action]

[backseatangel]

You want me to-

[Anna looked toward the location of the voice and blinked. After midnight, Jo's asking for... oh. Oh dear. She got up and walked to the bathroom door, knocking softly.]

Jo? This might sound weird, but... did you just turn into a guy?

[action]

[itsnotarifle]

Nooo. [She also turned into a five year-old, apparently. She grabs a towel and stands right next to the door, turning the lock on it. It's one thing to admit to it being true, but to let someone see her like this? Yikes.]

Okay, yes. What the hell?!

[not_so_smooth]

Whoa.

[itsnotarifle]

[CLEARS HER THROAT, OHMYGOD NO. GO FALSETTO, GO.]

Ummmm. Hey!

[not_so_smooth]

[Yeeeah, nice try, but he'll play along.]

You okay, Jo?

[itsnotarifle]

I'm great. Just brushin' my teeth!

Which is why I sound weird. [Err.] Plus the bathroom has really weird ..acoustics in this apartment.

[sword_boy]

This is why you keep spare clothes for the opposite gender in storage.

[itsnotarifle]

... UHH. WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

[sword_boy]

I meant exactly what I meant. The City likes to fuck with us. It's best to prepare for its... machinations.

[itsnotarifle]

Oh. Well.

I mean, it only lasts a day, right? It's not a big deal or anything. When it does fuck with people. Right?

[dude_imbatman]

Dean is already up and out of the apartment. He got coffee, headed to the police station to check in and now he's wandering around town with his cup of coffee. He's thinking about one of the cases at the police station, wondering if it's a relationship if he calls Tiffany from the strip club to set up a booty call...for the third time and considering changing the Impala's spark plugs. All of this means he sort of bumps into a guy as he's walking.

"DUDE! Watch where you're going." Because obviously it's the other guy's fault.

And that's when he gives the guy a double take. "Is that my Zeppelin shirt?" His shirt has holes in the shoulder, little ones; misfire from a round of salt rock.

[itsnotarifle]

Walking around in sunglasses when the weather wasn't particularly sunny wasn't the best idea, she knew this, but Jo needed to get out of the apartment for a while and for some reason she thought wearing shades would be enough to keep people from trying to talk to her. Nevermind that she didn't realize wearing Dean's clothes out in public was probably a bad idea. Everything was his - the shirt, jeans, boots, socks - well, everything except for the shorts which were hers, that conveniently ended up fitting like a pair of briefs on her new body. At least there was that.

She was so focused on getting back to the apartment, eyes down on the pavement, that she was completely thrown off by being bumped into by, of course, Dean. "Uhhh. No? Everybody's got this shirt. Sorry about the collision, dude, see ya." And with that she gave him a short nod and tried to just walk right on by.

[dude_imbatman]

That's Dean's cue to reach out and grab the guy by the shirt. "Yeah. No. Mine has tiny holes in the shoulder. Right there. Got shot with a rock salt loaded sawed off."

[itsnotarifle]

Oh, geeze. This is Ellen's fault, really it is, because when Dean grabs her shirt, it's like a trigger that sets off her PUNCH reflex. And so she turns and aims a punch right at his jaw, only wincing a little bit when she actually hits him. And she's only wincing because there was a lot more force behind it than she's used to, and her hand doesn't hurt after like it normally does either. So weird.

"Dean... Oh shit, I'm sorry, it-" And now she's just going to stammer, excuse her.