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[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

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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[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well."

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

"Not really surprisin'."

This Dean still doesn't believe in angels.

[tobeclosetohim]

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."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

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?"

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo's made a face without looking back.

"No."

Not yet.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean makes a disgruntled noise and leans back, frowning.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo looked back over at him.

"Why?"

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"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."