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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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Dean grins at her, bright and wide.
"He carried around pictures?"
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Especially since John could only be remembered through the eyes of eight year old Jo, in a mountainous ways Sam didn't get to be mountainous. As rock star parent or guardian, capable yet totally not allowed to even coexist in the flicker of images he had in her mind.
Jo shrugged, not-quite-shaking-it when she nodded.
"Yeah. Cute and faded and the kind no one really wants parents to have, but they manage. Sam and your mom, you. I think there was some kind of family one. It was a long time ago."
And he was being kind. Maybe even charitable.
Probably because no matter how pissed he got, John Winchester might have taken his issues out on the people talking to him on the next stool or even behind the bar, but not on a little girl.
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"Yeah. Long time ago. But I guess families come through a'ight."
Families stay. Sam came back. His Dad -- his dad won't, but ...
Well, Sam's here. And not nuts. And he's driving down the street with Jo and she's real, too - not a chick you'd find in a bar, not some piece of ass to spend a night with - Jo's real. Got history. Got family.
It's kinda nice to have people around who're real.
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It makes her smile reluctantly, tucking into the corners of her mouth, even when she's looking away.
"Stop there." With helpful pointing.
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No, really.
"Stopping." He pulls over obediently and grins over at her.
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The look her door got was a flicker of something uncomfortable before it vanished. She stuck her left hand in her pocket while unlocking the door with her right, calling over her shoulder to distract herself.
"We getting Rachel next?"
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"About that. No?"
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That hadn't been in.
She was putting stuff piled on the table back into her backpack. "Why? She busy with that friend?"
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He's looking around, too, gaze flicking over everything in the room with the sharp quick attention of a hunter. And maybe more.
"Yeah. That's it."
Yeah ... she's busy.
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If the house in Lawrence had the feel of a hunter with a home stock piling, this is a hole in a wall that makes motels look homey. Bare walls and floors, sparsest furniture and no decorations or signs of life aside from a pile on the table and a full trash can.
The bedroom and bathroom through small doorways on the opposite side are empty of any signs.
Wait.
Roll back.
Jack was coming and Rachel wasn't now?
Jo's not entirely sure this is so amazing.
"You meet him?"
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He wanders into the room and grabs the desk chair, twirling it around to sit backwards, splay-legged.
"Bit of a prick, honestly. Uh, they're not coming."
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"He didn't say anything when I met him."
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"You trust her, but you don't trust her calls?"
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He invited her.
They traveled together.
There was a sharp look at the place, but nothing else was there or needed.
It could burn down now and it would be okay, which was why she'd picked it.
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"So I uninvited your BFF. Sorry. I don't like working with prickly bitches who can't keep a civil fucking tongue."
Hypocritical? Deany?
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"Cause you're a patron saint of that."
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Because Jo hadn't graphically imagined that before.
She hadn't though thought of it in weeks. Thanks, Dean.
"Because her backing up both of us before and holding her own doesn't matter at all?" She rolled her eyes, glaring at the wall behind his head. "And Sam's in her space now, too?"
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"Sam's in Sam's space."
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"Whatever. We good now? I've got my stuff."
And she's going to have to find Rachel soon enough.
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"We're good."
But his mood isn't, any more.