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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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"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.

Jo looked at him for a few counts.

"They'd never see the light of day if they did."

Even if Jo's less sure about Rachel's certainty that the people looking for her won't just randomly show up in a portal one day.

That was habit; long and deeply ingrained.

here was no such thing as perfectly safe.

Dean's smile is soft.

"Yeah, they wouldn't." It's true. Rachel's damn good in a fight.

Jo'll relax a little for that response, et her chin on her crossed arms on the chair back.

Then let her gaze move up toward the place where sun streamers pour in from the open sections of roof.

"It never stops being fucked up that each of the other worlds is just as fucked up except in a new or different way."

"Yeah, no shit."

Dean leans against the wall and stares at the roof too, far away.

"Ours was pretty fucked too. Makes me wonder if anyone anywhere gets th'happy ending."

For bad as it was, Jo liked her world.

It was what it always was, from the moment she was born into it.

There was no shock, no new notion, no other world that was shattered for its birth.

It didn't ever feel fucked up even when it felt evil....and she'd had longer than the last decade to know that made her a little more twisted.

"I haven't seen many worlds that did. Even the utopic ones had devastating wars or underlying faults."

"Yeah, well."

Dean watches the dust motes spiralling through the shafts of sunlight.

"Not really surprisin'."

This Dean still doesn't believe in angels.

Jo rolled her eyes and stretched her legs out in front of her, around the chair back, pointing the toes of her boots.

"Never is anymore."

Dean's eyes track her pointed boots, and he leans back against the wall.

"Damn right.

"You haven't been past Lawrence by any chance ... right?"

Jo's made a face without looking back.

"No."

Not yet.

Dean makes a disgruntled noise and leans back, frowning.

Jo looked back over at him.

"Why?"

"F'get it." Dean gets to his feet with a quick movement, shrugging. Audience over. "Don't matter anyhow. Hang in there, Jo. See you 'round."

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