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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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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?"

"Sure. A lot."

Jo laughed.

"Shit lot of good it did any of them."

"Huh. Sounds interestin'."

"It makes you crazy sometimes. And it just is at others."

Commence the count down to totally showing off.

"Used to tend bar there, too. I could write End of the Universe on my resume, even if no one would get it. That was all after they got over my first day."

She rolls her eyes, but she's grinning again.

In a crazy end of the world people are sooo sensitive way.

"End of the Universe?"

Dean looks bemused. But he's more interested in that last.

"... okay, what'd you do?"

"The first time I opened a Milliways door it was through the backroom door back home, thought it was a demon trap."

Jo smirks, bright amusement flooding the rest of her face.

It crinkles her eyes and makes her cheeks almost hurt.

"Treated it the way one should."

"I'd'a done the same. Gather they didn't like it?"

Jo waves her free hand, like its nothing.

But she's brightening still.

"How was I to know they didn't want me to stab their anthropomorphic embodiment of a Native American creation spirit or punch the Norse one?"

"Shit, i'nt that what you're meant t'do with spirits?" Dean's laughing, shaking his head.

"Apparently they takes beating up Gods" there are finger quotes here, and laughter in her voice. "Very seriously."

She's cheeky now.

"They put me in a talking jail cell. It was crazy, but only the beginning. And the rest really makes that really damn sane."

"...okay, you're just makin' this up."

Jo nudged his shoulder with hers, laughing now and shaking her head.

It wide, soft sound, and it's definitely been days since that last happened.

"I wish I was. I have worse."

She wiggles her free hand at him.

"There were days people were turned into puppets, tufo, animals, other eras."

"... just for the day? You were tofu for a day?"

She has got to be making this up.

"Dude."

There's a straight face of fuck that for you.

"I was never the tufo. Fuckin' creepy already with the wiggling."

Dean snorts.

There are so many obscene jokes he could make. He's not entirely sure why he's not making them, other than that Sammy's bitchface keeps popping into his head.

"Yeah, somehow, you ain't the vegetarian type."

That--that would be a lewd raising of the eye.

The voice it perhaps gone a lilting upward again.

"And sadly you'll just never know what type I really am."

"Yeah, an' thank fuck for that," Dean points out, smile turning into a smirk again. "I hope t'God I'm never that desperate."

"Desperate would be up from you, sweet cheeks."

Jo is looking at him in a darling, almost insect, way.

"It doesn't take every girl who's willing to stand the sketchy sheets and smell of a motel bed."

"Aw, you say the prettiest things." Dean flicks his beer bottle cap at her, smirking. "Don't make me blush."

Jo attempted to dodge the cap, which only made it fall down her shirt.

"Geh."

And had to be fished out with disgruntled noises. And tossed back at his head, with a spin.

"You're an ass."

"Glad to hear your opinion of me doesn't change." Dean smirks, snagging the cap out of the air and getting to his feet.