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At another time, a little later than the first time, the Cooper farm finds itself presented with yet another carload of newcomers.

At least these don't apparently plan to stay -- and certainly wouldn't seem to have close bonds, the way they're all three bitching at each other, or the way the car doors slam in order as they get out and immediately stalk in different directions.

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That wasn't a crazy question, or a threat.

And Jo seemed to figure out a few seconds later than anyone else. Her hands loosening, barely brushing Dean's shoulders....which shouldn't have been lower than hers, should they?

She blinked, confusion mixing into her anger, looking over, across, for--

--someone who wasn't the girl staring at her.

Medusa, looking tiny and self-possessed as any queen on her throne, just looks at them both.

"This is her house."

Dean shoves Jo away, getting to his feet.

And not reaching for his gun again -- although he looks like he wants to.

"Really now."

Jo steps back fumble, but she doesn't fall. Glowering at him for shoving her. She doesn't give a damn if she just wailed on his head for a few minutes.

She'll think about that part later.

She's still not saying anything either.

Very precisely,

"Yes. Clark's house from another world." Beat. "He's the...back up?"

"You guys know you're makin' absolutely no sense here, right?"

Dean rubs his ear gingerly. Jo's got a punch on her.

Jo's behind Dean by a handful of steps. It's impossible for him to not be in her field of vision.

She still managed not to look him. Her brown eyes, pools of amber sap, flicker down, away, back to Medusa. Bare second passing.

"Maybe."

Or he'll walk away (again) now.

They both might. (This time.)

(Maybe she should.)

Edited 2008-07-08 04:08 (UTC)

"I live here. You have problem, you leave. Simple."

And with that, she turns and walks back inside.

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