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Jo ended up with the Winchester's for the night. Her bike parked off to the side of the double Impala tracks.

Unsurprisingly, it was infuriatingly easy for five people to end up under each others feet moving around in a house.

Needing to escape the muddle of Winchesters, Jo is sitting on the porch steps drinking a glass of tea Mary handed her on the way out.

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"So," he says, without bothering with a greeting, "what the hell happened to you?"

That gets a wrinkled look of disgust.

Followed by a patented roll of her eyes.

And she just takes a long slow sip of his mom's tea.

"You wanna be more fuckin' specific? Or would you like me start with the theatrical drawing of my mother's womb?"

"I'm thinkin' you're one, maybe two years older than you oughta be," Dean says. "And oh, did I mention fucking psycho?"

There's a glare for the last part.

The kind of glare that would make weaker men's balls shrivel and die.

"You asked for it."

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"Most people don't shoot people for mocking them, kid."

Dean's balls fear nothing!

He gets a shoulder punched for the nickname.

"Be glad I didn't shoot you then. An' while you're at it, shove off if you're just here to be a dick."

"Actually, it was a serious question." Dean ignores her shove and takes another swig of beer.

"What the hell happened?"

Jo lips purse. Uncertainly, which causes some annoyance and pause.

Because he's being all serious face at her.

She was considering him, without looking away.

HenevercalledHeliesHesadickandamanwhoreSheshouldntcareevenhesserious.

"I went somewhere that made home look tame."

Dean considers this, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Guess I can forgive the gunhappy reflex, then," he acknowledges, after a few moments. Then, perhaps feeling that this was not manly enough, he adds "but don't ever try it again, a'ight?"

Jo waggled her eyebrows, smirk full on.

She made a gesture with her free hand across her chest and lap.

"Afraid you can't take me now?"

"Hah. You're gonna have to give me a hell'v'a lot more than just a couple years rifle practice for that."

Her eyes brows went up, as her expression shifted into awww, that's cute.

"You have no fuckin' idea."

She loved this.

"Sweetheart, if this is a pissing contest ... I'm gonna win," Dean points out, with a slightly obscene gesture and a smirk.

"Otherwise, how 'bout you put your money where your mouth is? Bet there's somethin' waitin' t'be killed out there somewhere."

She stood up, considering the view in front of them.

Then looked back at him, her lips starting to curl.

Deadly cute at the proposition.

"Right now?"

"No." Dean grins back, the first real grin he can remember since ... hell, God knows how long.

"After Sammy's done with mom-time."

The smile checks down a few notches, but stays lodged in the corners.

Even as she shifts spectrum.

"How're you doing with all that?"

"Me?"

Dean's startled to be asked.

"Fine. Why wouldn't I be? It's not like it's fuckin' creepy or anythin'."

Jo hopped up the steps and sat back down.

Genuinely enough.

"At least she's alive, even if she's alternative universe. Dead people came to Milliways all the time. Real dead not-fuckin-demon-inna-one people, looking the same as they did alive, and just sort of caught there before..."

She let it dwindle.

It had a million names.

It didn't mean she believed in a one yet.

Or knew how not to.

"... you were in some kinda limbo?" is what Dean gets out of that. He shakes his head.

"Fuck, I'm glad I wasn't there t'see Ellen crack the shits."

Jo's hands circled her glass, turning it in a slow motion.

This may be an avoidance of the mother subject.

Noted.

Dean yawns casually and stretches. "So, how'd you get back?"

He is not changing the subject for her benefit, because he'd never do that.

It's more caustic when she looks up now.

"Back where?"

"Wherever. Outta Limbo. I don't know."

The terms get a minor frown re-evoked.

"Milliways wasn't like that. It's not in-between, it's outside of-" she paused, frown wrinkling deeper. "Well, everything. Time, space, dimensions, multiverses. When you're there, everything back home stops."

She leaned back on the stair behind hers.

"You could stay for years there and return to the real world the same moment you'd entered the first time."

"Creepy," Dean remarks. "Nobody ever tried t'un-magic the place or whatever?"