[If she could have willed herself to run faster, she would have.
She didn't have time to address the broadcast that had been sent out, couldn't spare any number of moments to respond and inform Angel of just how wrong he was. With all that had been going on, it would have been beyond stupid for anyone to go after Tom if they actually believed he was the killer -- but she had to assume that someone would, and that someone would also be angry and reckless enough to do exactly what they had been told not to do.
It wasn't true. There was no way it was true, no doubt in her mind that people were looking to cast stones because Harry had kept himself so well-hidden, but she had seen him. She'd fought with him, had her damn arm broken as she tried to get away, narrowly escaping only to find Tom himself and confirm that everything he'd told her about Harry and his world was true.
If any of these people actually knew Tom at all, they wouldn't have been able to accuse him. She was sure of that. He may have been a lot of things, but a killer wasn't one of them. Hell, he couldn't even bring himself to cook because he couldn't stand the sight of raw meat.
This was right out.
She wasn't quite out of breath when she reached their bedroom door, but almost-- she let herself in and almost stumbled through the door in her hurry, snatching up her shotgun from where it was resting against the wall beside the closet.
CONCLUSION; Jo, Tom & Dean
She didn't have time to address the broadcast that had been sent out, couldn't spare any number of moments to respond and inform Angel of just how wrong he was. With all that had been going on, it would have been beyond stupid for anyone to go after Tom if they actually believed he was the killer -- but she had to assume that someone would, and that someone would also be angry and reckless enough to do exactly what they had been told not to do.
It wasn't true. There was no way it was true, no doubt in her mind that people were looking to cast stones because Harry had kept himself so well-hidden, but she had seen him. She'd fought with him, had her damn arm broken as she tried to get away, narrowly escaping only to find Tom himself and confirm that everything he'd told her about Harry and his world was true.
If any of these people actually knew Tom at all, they wouldn't have been able to accuse him. She was sure of that. He may have been a lot of things, but a killer wasn't one of them. Hell, he couldn't even bring himself to cook because he couldn't stand the sight of raw meat.
This was right out.
She wasn't quite out of breath when she reached their bedroom door, but almost-- she let herself in and almost stumbled through the door in her hurry, snatching up her shotgun from where it was resting against the wall beside the closet.
Just in case anyone came after them.]
Tom?! We have to move, now!