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[tobeclosetohim]

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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[tobeclosetohim]

"Dude."

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

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

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

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."

[tobeclosetohim]

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."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

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

[tobeclosetohim]

"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."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

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

[tobeclosetohim]

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."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

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

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo looked at him, blaise and serious, straight.

"If there's a universal constant, you're pretty close to never changing one teeny tiny iota."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Good," Dean says, frowning slightly. "Some things shouldn't."

"Have fun mopin' out here."

[tobeclosetohim]

She glared at his retreating back.

Only reaching up a hand to rub her face, as she sighed, once he was out of sight.

Damn, Dean Winchester. Damn his being the same everywhere she went, and damn his ability to get under her skin and damn stupid fucking multiverse for shoving him, and his rat pack family, back where she didn't need--


Jo threw the glass in her hand, watching it splinter on the concrete path and after one victorious flood of glee at the breaking, she frowned heavily and stood up, heading toward the next house over to get a replacement for Mary.