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[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean's done with the library. Done with the whole stupid city. He's got a carful of books and no intention of hanging around any longer.

But he's also got to find Jack, Jo and Rachel, and he doesn't really know where to start. He's heading down the street in the vague direction of Jo's hole-in-the-wall apartment, hoping the others will somehow be there too.

They've got work to do.

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[theresnodoor]

Rachel is sitting on the porch of a building with a bottled water.

Tobias is off-- somewhere. They spent all night together and most of the morning but she'd told Jo she'd check in with her, and honestly, she'd needed some room to think, too. Which is why she's sitting there, frowning at the ground.

She glances up when Dean passes and lifts the water in a sort of hello.

[whoiwasmeant2be.livejournal.com]

Tobias isn't too far away, really. He went out and grabbed breakfast, and then decided to simply ride the thermals.

He's about half a mile out, keeping one eye on Rachel, when Dean shows up.

Now he has two eyes on Rachel.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it's you."

Dean is all affection and kindness, really.

"Still up for that ghost problem?"

[theresnodoor]

Rachel's eyebrows shoot up and she frowns at him. "Well, don't sound too excited about it. When are you going?"

[whoiwasmeant2be.livejournal.com]

Seeing that the new guy has no intention of walking away, Tobias circles in a bit closer. Just in case Rachel needs his help for anything.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean stuffs his hands into his pocket and leans against the wall, smirking vaguely.

"Today, probably. I got nothing more I need from here. Gotta find Jo first."

[theresnodoor]

Rachel hesitates, twisting the bottle in her fingers. "I might meet you guys there."

If she goes at all, really.

[whoiwasmeant2be.livejournal.com]

Tobias is now circling less than 500 feet out. <What's up?> he asks Rachel privately.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" Dean eyes her thoughtfully, slightly curious. "Better plan?"

[theresnodoor]

Rachel jerks, surprised, and glances at the sky. She hesitates - she'd wanted to talk to Tobias about this alone. But waving him away isn't really an option.

She waves him down instead.

"This is Tobias," she says, eyes up and watching him spiral.

[whoiwasmeant2be.livejournal.com]

Tobias' wings fold back and he stoops, flaring at the last second to land next to Rachel.

He stares at Dean.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean stares back at him.




"Friend of yours?"

He's always thought birds were creepy little bastards.

[theresnodoor]

"No, I got his name and invited him down to talk to you because I hate him," Rachel deadpans.

And pauses, glancing at Tobias before looking back at Dean. "Actually, I could see how you might think that."

Being DEAN and all.

"He's a friend, yeah. From my world."

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo's walking out of the only good fire arms and ammunition store in the city.

The pistol in her hands gets slipped inside her leather jacket.

Then she's casually walking down the street.


Whistlin' low even.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean takes a moment to appreciate the sight.

(God damn Jo's easy on the eyes, swinging hips and pistol in pocket, that hair.)

"Hey. Goin' my way?"

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo slowed, with a smirk.

It's a good day enough already.

"Could be."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"I should be so lucky, huh?"

He falls into step beside her, hands in his pockets, short hair ruffled, grinning down at her.

"Sam's back."

It's a great day already.

[tobeclosetohim]

"So you are thinking it's your lucky day."

How was it that when he grinned like that she could hope for a moment that a) even an apocalypse might send him more good that b) he might keep grinning somewhere near her?

She really had to get that under control, before her stupidity got the better of her again.




Maybe tomorrow.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean turns that bright grin on her. "It's always my lucky day around here."

Someone's in a good mood.

Made better, maybe, by a certain blonde presence.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo chuckles, her left hand in her pocket.

"There any particular place your way is going?"

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Guess we better think about making tracks t'the farm. Honestly, I still got no idea where to start with friggin' Casper, but I'm not gettin' any closer to it here."

[tobeclosetohim]

"I need to grab a bag, but I'm ready."

She gestured with a nod.

"That way a half dozen blocks, unless you've got the car and want to drive."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Have I ever not got m'car?" Dean indicates an alley just ahead. "Leave her outta sight, she's too damn attractive f'her own good. But sure, I'll drive y'."

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo snorted, but she was grinning even as she look at it. "She is a damn sexy ride, I do have to admit. Your dad would be glad to know his love-obsession with her infected you."

She was running two fingers down the hood as she made to the passenger door.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean glances at her, curiously, but says nothing till they're both in the car and he's revving the engine with that low characteristic growl.

(Jo smells good.)

"Why would you say that?"