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[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

As much as it's become a sort of Winchester magnet, the house is not exactly Dianne's favorite place to be.

This is why, when she's not with her baby*, she's put up shop (so to speak) in a somewhat near, likewise-abandoned house that is more or less intact and the beds are pretty comfortable.

(Which makes her feel just a bit like Goldilocks, and that just isn't right.)

Presently, she's dragged a chair out onto the porch for the purpose of busily not wondering what's happening in her universe without her.

(It looks oddly a little bit like napping.)



*The Impala. >.<

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[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

Headtilt.

"Where's that?"

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo looked at her.

Dianne, if she was Dean, just out of time and universe.

And if she was from when she was. And they'd never met.





"Nebraska."

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

Blink.

"What's in Nebraska?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"A bar."

Then, a considering half-frown.

"It used to be home. A time back."

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

Stooooorytime.

"What happened?"

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo smirked at that.

It's not the patented come and get me smirk.

This one is colder and distant and, somewhere right at the edges, it's weary.

"I had to grow up and leave the nest."

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

"Sucks."

It's not as callous as it reads.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Fuck yeah."

And hers isn't as cold as her expression was either.

It's quieter. There's regret mixed with anger, but its not on top.



Sometimes in the black, she though she hated her mother for having to leave to be herself.

But she could never hate her mom. She never wanted to try.

They were all each other had left really. And the bar.

"I just want" (ie: need) "to see if it's out there."

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

She gets that, really. She may not want to stay in the old house in Lawrence, but she wouldn't have wanted to find out it didn't exist, either.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo expects it be ruins.

But she's been through that before.

(Except...)

No one here knows the Road House like her.

"I'm headed into town. Anything you need while I'm lookin' around?"

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

A long, thoughtful, pondering pause.

"Beer."

[tobeclosetohim]

"Cool."

Jo nods and starts heading off down the direction she was head first.


She's a bartender. So if she can she'll find the good beer, not the piss they've been stealing lately.