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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.
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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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.
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He's about half a mile out, keeping one eye on Rachel, when Dean shows up.
Now he has two eyes on Rachel.
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Dean is all affection and kindness, really.
"Still up for that ghost problem?"
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"Today, probably. I got nothing more I need from here. Gotta find Jo first."
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If she goes at all, really.
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She waves him down instead.
"This is Tobias," she says, eyes up and watching him spiral.
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He stares at Dean.
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"Friend of yours?"
He's always thought birds were creepy little bastards.
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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."
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The pistol in her hands gets slipped inside her leather jacket.
Then she's casually walking down the street.
Whistlin' low even.
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(God damn Jo's easy on the eyes, swinging hips and pistol in pocket, that hair.)
"Hey. Goin' my way?"
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It's a good day enough already.
"Could be."
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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.
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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.
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Someone's in a good mood.
Made better, maybe, by a certain blonde presence.
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"There any particular place your way is going?"
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She gestured with a nod.
"That way a half dozen blocks, unless you've got the car and want to drive."
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She was running two fingers down the hood as she made to the passenger door.
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(Jo smells good.)
"Why would you say that?"
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