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Dean has been back in Metropolis for a while.

He just hasn't gone to see the girls. The thought of the bitching they're gonna dish out for him taking off is a bit offputting -- and besides, he really needs to find more books with some reliable information for the farm ghost situation.

(Or at least, that's an excuse.)

He's in what's left of the Metropolis City Library at the moment, poking through old reference books with dirty hands and occasionally shoving a near-priceless tome roughly into his knapsack. Dean's respect for books, let him show you it.

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"Yeah, handful of basic books. Gonna haul 'em back t'the farm, give the kid a headstart. You wanna come? Could use some help."

She should think about Jack.

(He deserves it. He's earned it even.)

She should think about the hunt she has lined up two days from now.

(She's planned it for the last day and half. It's why she's here.)

But Jo turns her head, copper eyes uncertain. They look sharply doubtful because it's less telling than the uncertainty.

(Or the fact she already knows how she wants to answer that question.)

"You need company?"

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"Don't need anything. Thought you might like it." He shrugs, and looks slightly shifty. "... or might be able t'help."

Her expression didn't change.

She tapped her close clipped nails on the shelf twice.

"There a game plan, or time scale?"

A hint of sanity in her head that she wasn't just going to pelmel jump at the chance to follow Dean winchester like some stupid school girl puppy only weeks after she saw what that did again?

"Got nothin', yet. Need to figure out how the hell to do it. His other sister'll decapitate me if I let him make a deal -- not that I would."

Wait, shit, Jo doesn't know. He changes the subject sharply.

"So we'll figure somethin' out. You got anything keepin' y'here?"

"No."

She'd told Jack and Rachel as much.

"Sweet." Dean grins at her, a rare wide-flashing white smile. "I'm not in a hurry. I'll see if Rachel wants in, too."

It doesn't cause her stomach to shiver. It doesn't.

Could one not fuck or fight stupidity out of ones system?

Why the hell was she smiling faintly, even as she shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"She'll probably be up for it. We've been doing runs out while you were gone."

"She's all right. Bit of a bitch." Dean grins. "Damn."

He's in an absurdly good mood, now. (And it's not related to Jo's agreeing to come at all -- it's not. No.)

"I'll try t'get us matching gold lame overalls. Kansas Ghostbusters."

Jo rolled her eyes again.

"Like you can talk."

Before wrinkling her nose disgusted.

"See, now you're just trying to make me want to say in this fucked up town."

"You'd look shit-hot in gold lame," Dean informs her, slightly dreamy-eyed.

Jo's blanched, with a snort.

"You wouldn't."

.......also, she's not going to touch with a ten foot pole the first three images of what he would look hot in that came with her words.

Dean hoists himself to sit on the desk, laughing. "No, I like keepin' my head attached to m'body, thanks. Pretty sure it wouldn't stay that way if I made you and Rach dress up."

"Like you could try make us do anything."

Jo shook her head, giving an exaggerated sigh.

"True," Dean agrees, thoughtfully. "Unless I used a lotta drugs."

"And want your dick chopped off with a blunt file and nailed to a wall."

No one should be able to stare so peerlessly sticky sweet while saying those words.

Dean winces and crosses his legs.

"Oww?"

Jo smirked.

"She'd help, too."

Dean shakes a finger at her. "I am rethinkin' my decision t'take you two bloodthirsty women with me!"

"Whatever. You love that we're not pretty princess pansies."

Jo rolled her eyes, walking over and stealing the desks chair. She turned it around and straddled it, so she could cross her arms on the top of the back.

"It's just a plus for you that we don't give a damn about your dick."

"Yeah," Dean mutters, smirking, "somethin' like that."

He shakes his head.

"So a'ight, Rachel. She's damn good in a fight, doesn't know th'first thing about hunting. Wanna help train her?"

"She's getting better," Jo said, with an evasive minor frown.

It wasn't the same as disagreeing.

But she'd gotten over Rachel's scene already.

Rachel's hadn't been as bothersome in parallel to certain other events.

"We go out hunting every day or so. She's not fond of other people, but she puts up with it for the fight. She wants it, even if she's not sure what the it of it is yet."

"She'll learn." Dean leans back against the wall. "She's nothin' like --" Sam. "--anyone else, but I reckon she'll do a'ight."

And there's the morphing into other beings thing, too -- that's gotta help her.

"Just needs a basic grounding in the stuff you'n'I learned from birth."

Rachel's nothing like a lot of people Jo can think of.

Even with the powers, there are literally hundreds of faces in her mind to compare Rachel and their general shit hole apocalypse luck to from the far away, once upon a time, home.

"She'll learn it faster here, too. She doesn't have to worry about looking for signs and dealing with the mundane monotony. No need for newspapers and internets, research is far less as important as tenacity."

It's hard to tell as she speaks if these are problems or blessings.

Generally it's all just the case of their lives now.

"Yeah, damn right." Dean smirks a little to hear his own opinions echoed by Jo. "Long as nobody starts hunting her."

He just assumes Jo knows.