[She can't stress that enough. She doesn't think anything of it when he reaches for his meds; it's nothing she hasn't seen before, and not like she doesn't know what purpose they serve. Now is as good a time as any. The last thing they need right now is for him to have an attack and not be able to get anywhere safely.]
The hideout will work. We can call for help once we're there.
[Dean. They can call Dean. Tom and Dean may not be the best of friends, but Dean isn't stupid. He'll realize how off-base this is, and he trusts Jo -- she knows he would help anytime she asked, just like she would for him.
She reaches out to grab Tom's wrist with her right hand, shotgun still held in the left, pointed at the floor as she tugs him out towards the hallway.]
no subject
[She can't stress that enough. She doesn't think anything of it when he reaches for his meds; it's nothing she hasn't seen before, and not like she doesn't know what purpose they serve. Now is as good a time as any. The last thing they need right now is for him to have an attack and not be able to get anywhere safely.]
The hideout will work. We can call for help once we're there.
[Dean. They can call Dean. Tom and Dean may not be the best of friends, but Dean isn't stupid. He'll realize how off-base this is, and he trusts Jo -- she knows he would help anytime she asked, just like she would for him.
She reaches out to grab Tom's wrist with her right hand, shotgun still held in the left, pointed at the floor as she tugs him out towards the hallway.]
Let's go.