Jo looked upward. Above Dean Winchester, and the top of the Impala, toward the ceiling. The one that if she hadn't fallen out of it herself, right on to Dean and the Impala, she might not have believed it could happen. At least not here, in this place, where magic was barely a thing.
"No one's coming." There's something all but certain in that. She can't be traced. They can't be traced. But there would be people cleaning up the mess, and she had colleagues. People who would know she'd gone black. And If Gus was alive, which was a Big If. "Eventually."
She doesn't sound perturbed even, when she glances back down. "Maybe. But it won't be through there, I don't think. Whatever it was, it's closed now."
And as for the one way she could be tracked, the Ministry didn't know about that, between it being both a massive break in almost every one of her oaths to them and Dark Magic. Even if it could never hurt another, it was a strand of her soul, somewhere beyond herself. A choice she'd made before the road swerved and everything changed, when she was sure it never could and never would.
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"No one's coming." There's something all but certain in that. She can't be traced. They can't be traced. But there would be people cleaning up the mess, and she had colleagues. People who would know she'd gone black. And If Gus was alive, which was a Big If. "Eventually."
She doesn't sound perturbed even, when she glances back down.
"Maybe. But it won't be through there, I don't think. Whatever it was, it's closed now."
And as for the one way she could be tracked, the Ministry didn't know about that, between it being both a massive break in almost every one of her oaths to them and Dark Magic. Even if it could never hurt another, it was a strand of her soul, somewhere beyond herself. A choice she'd made before the road swerved and everything changed, when she was sure it never could and never would.