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paradisalost2010-06-19 01:23 pm
huntersdaughter) wrote in paradisalost2010-06-19 01:23 pm
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Who: Dean Winchester & Jo Harvelle
What: Dean talks to Jo about his 'update'
When: Sunday June 13th, early afternoon
Where: Jo's apartment in the City
Rating: PG-13
Jo: [has the front door to her apartment open, still kinda letting the paint scent air out a bit. She'd actually touched up a few spots with some white paint, trying to clean up the bumps that had been made on the ceiling and on the baseboards that morning. Now she was just trying to put the place back together. Even after Sam helped her put things back, something didn't feel quite right, so she was moving things inch by inch. Just trying to get it right]
Dean: [walked down from the castle, and well -- this is him poking his head in the door of her apartment. looks around, spotting her, and then clears his throat] Nice place.
Jo: [smiles as she looks up at Dean] Thanks. It's very... Yellow. [laughs] I just painted the front room.
Dean: [steps inside] Looks good. A little too yellow for my tastes, but ... [shrugs] ... not my place.
Jo: Do you know there are about eighty different Yellows? This was the least, a flower vomited on my walls as I could make it. [shrugs] How you doing? Do you want a beer?
Dean: [dimly amused] I could use one, yeah. And I'm okay, I guess. [a pause] You?
Jo: [goes to get him a beer and a water for herself, since he's a hunter she needs to watch it] I'm better, actually. I've been seeing this therapist, too, which I think goes against some hunter's code, but it helps... and [a sigh] I still hate my loss. [shakes her head and returns with the beer, handing it to him]
Dean: [takes the beer from her, cracking it open and taking a sip] Yeah, you're breakin' the law. We're gonna have to string you up outside, now.
Jo: Damn. [shakes her head] Well, at least I leave a nice, newly painted apartment in my wake.
Dean: I'll be sure to put that on you're tombstone. Unless, you know, you want pepperoni and cheese, instead.
Jo: [bites the inside of her cheek, as she smirks] That, was awful.
Dean: [flashes her a grin] Sorry. First thing that came to mind was those old commercials.
Jo: [shakes her head, smirking] Yeah, it's fine. [takes a sip of her water] I don't think you came here to rehash horrible marketing campaigns or my color swatch choices. [takes a breath] You know... I mean, you know what happened now. All of it.
Dean: [and the smile fades abruptly. looks away] Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Jo: [shakes her head] I'm sorry... I didn't mean to just shove all the air out of the room. I do tend to do it more times than I intend to though. [gestures to the couch, taking a seat herself] I don't want to just... dance around it though. The way things just fly out of my mouth, I'd rather them get said when I want them to, rather than when asked something.
Dean: I guess so, yeah. [sighs, moving over to the couch. sits down, and...] I'm sorry.
Jo: [shakes her head] Don't apologize. Of all the things that happened, I don't want you to feel like my part in it is your fault. We had a plan. We knew the risks.
Dean: Yeah, but it still sucks. This whole thing is a load of crap.
Jo: It's not meant to be easy. [exhales, because she knows that it's probably even harder for him] You're okay though? Back home? Sam said... [okay, she won't say it, because really she doesn't even like that part of it] You're safe? [concerned glance]
Dean: [takes a swig of his beer] Physically, yeah.
Jo: [nods and clears her throat] Better here though, right?
Dean: Much as I hate this place, sometimes? F'I didn't know better, I'd say this was friggen heaven.
Dean: So, yeah. I'd say that's better.
Jo: [nods, relieved] I'm glad. I mean, that you're okay back home and that you're doing good here. [glances to him] Really glad.
Dean: Yeah. [takes another swig of his beer] ... though, I gotta wonder ... how're you doin'?
Jo: [smirks] Didn't I already rattle off my deal? Therapy, apartment.... [takes a breath] I'm happy. I mean, it's not even an act anymore, either.
Dean: I dunno. Therapy sounds kinda iffy to me. [makes a face] But okay. Okay, yeah, I'm gonna buy that.
Jo: [shrugs] It actually helps. We're kinda the sort to shove it all down and use it for the hunt. There's nothing to hunt so ... it's sort of just gonna make me sick if I leave it in there.
Dean: [shrugs] F'you say so. Personally, I wouldn't wanna talk to some dude, but if it's doin' it for you ...
Jo: [exhales, trying not to get frustrated, and opts to at least tell him one thing] It helps. It helped me work through things with Alec.
Dean: Yeah, I, uh -- I heard he went home. Sorry. [he guesses?]
Jo: Yeah, don't sweat it. [sounds kinda ticked/frustrated]
Dean: [sighs] Okay, look. Headshrinkers wig me out. I don't need some dude tellin' me I'm screwed up -- I know that much. You wanna go and talk to this guy, go for it. Now can we please get off this conversation before we argue or somethin'.
Jo: [exhales sharply] You know, you pushed me - right into a corner about Alec. I needed to hear it sure, but I don't have anyone here to talk about that. Who am I gonna confide in? You? Sam? [shakes her head, exhaling] I'm sorry. I swear I don't want to argue. You just.. you frustrate me and here - it's not like you get to frustrate me and then you leave for a few months.
Dean: Okay, fine. Whatever. [if she won't fucking drop it, he will]
Jo: [shakes her head, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous this is] I said I was sorry.
Dean: [yeah, and then she went on after that. if she we really sorry, she would've stopped with the I'm sorry. again, he's gonna drop it, though, and so he forces himself to calm down, nodding] It's cool.
Jo: [she wasn't going on about the therapist after that apology... she was going on about HIM and the fact that they argue when they're in the same room with each other... that's totally different than her needing -- okay, not really, but she doesn't want to say sorry again and end up with him leaving] Just... don't walk out.
Dean: I'm still hoggin' your couch, aren't I?
Jo: [smirks] Yeah. I just figured, we got the arguing out of the way and I can't exactly walk out... it's my place. I'm usually the one that leaves. [takes a breath] If you don't want to talk about it... we don't have to, but I'm not dead here... I'm not going anywhere if I can help it.
Dean: I'll pass on the Lifetime moment. [a pause, and then reluctantly but honestly] But, uh ... thanks, I guess.
Jo: Thanks? [is confused... and wants to talk about it, she actually needs to talk about it... but she doesn't want another fight]
Dean: F'you wanna talk, though, I guess I can listen. [he won't add his own feelings to the mix, but he figures he's better than some damn therapist]
Jo: I'm... so confused. [head tilt] Were you thanking me for offering to let you slip out of talkin' about it?
Dean: For offerin' and for lettin' me bail if I wanted to. [shrugs] Didn't say I couldn't let you talk about it, though. Just don't expect me to start cryin' and then feel all better.
Jo: [snickers] Yeah, trust me, I don't expect you to. [her expression softens though] I'm not under some illusion that now that you've been through it, that it's going to change anything, not for us. Not that there was... [exhales, shaking it off] I just, I spent four years waiting and I had one moment and now you've lived it. You've been the guy I said no to. [not that she wants to focus on that] Before you said, that I was too late... that, if I had showed up sooner, [takes a moment] but you weren't that guy. I don't expect it to be different, I don't ... I actually don't even want it to be different. [shrugs, trying not to get emotional about this] I just... I need to know, back there... did I waste four years waiting to only have that offer because there might not have been a tomorrow?
Dean: [shakes his head, lowering his eyes to his beer] No, you didn't. It wasn't just 'cause we were all goin' to hell in a handbasket. I thought maybe I'd have an easier time because of it, yeah, sure, but ...
Jo: [exhales, there's a lot of relief in there] Thank you. [might feel her chin wobble a bit, but she swears she's trying not to cry] I know it was a goodbye... I mean, I don't expect... [exhales through her mouth trying to clear her words from her emotions] I'm happy... [glances to him] I think you're happy... with Max, right? [swallows hard]
Dean: I am, yeah. She's -- she's good for me.
Jo: I'm sure you're good for her too. She's from the same place Alec was... it's not exactly happy sunny days there.
Dean: I'm beginnin' to think no one has it easy, back home. [makes a little face]
Jo: I think it's just how things go. It could be why we get pulled here. [shrugs] Who knows. [a pause, repeating herself, but she wants to make sure he knows] I am happy that you have Max, Dean. You deserve to be happy. You and Sam both do. [smiles]
Dean: [offers her a little smile] Thanks.
Jo: [was actually expecting him to mention Sam spending time with her over the weekend... and isn't sure if she's relieved or not] You're welcome. [said with a nod]
Dean: [oh, he noticed, but he doesn't want her to flip out on him. walking out is probably the least of her worries, now that he's lived through a lot more stuff. he's a lot angrier than he used to be, so yeah. shrugs a bit, finishing off his beer. yeah, he did it that quick]
Jo: [it's probably odd that she's actually more comfortable around the angrier one... which might be why she mouths off to him, because she's used to him giving it right back] Want another? [points to the empty]
Dean: [probably, yeah, but hey -- whatever, right?] Since when have I ever turned down booze?
Jo: Not that I've ever seen. [at least not that she can recall, she'll take his empty and moves to the kitchen, grabbing another for him and tossing the empty into the sink, bringing the new one back, and she's decided that she'll bring up Sam] I know you know Sam stayed here over the weekend. He helped me paint.
Dean: [okay, well, that's the opposite of flipping out...] Yeah, I figured. You're kinda too short to reach the walls near the ceiling and Sammy could probably do it sittin' down.
Jo: [smirks with a laugh] Hey, I had a chair.
Dean: My bad. [takes the beer from her]
Jo: [smirks with a shrug, taking her seat back on the couch] I'm not sure if I want to know what you're gonna say next, but I like spending time with Sam. It's easy.
Dean: [snorts. sorry, she said easy and -- yeah. clears his throat to center himself, and then] Take 'spendin' time with' out of that sentence and I'm gonna guess that's a little more accurate.
Jo: [smirks... making a face at him] I can still hit you. I might miss, but I can damn near try.
Dean: Hit me all I want -- I'm right. [or so he's figuring, anyway] Neither you nor Sam really socialize that much. So I figure you got somethin' goin' on. I'm not stupid.
Jo: [smirks] I know you're not stupid. Neither am I. Spending time with him is easy, but I'm not taking some easy path either. [just in case he thinks she's just shifting from one Winchester to the next, because everything she's been through this is damn hard to just be okay with being able to spend time with him]
Dean: [pops one shoulder in a shrug and takes a sip of his beer] Didn't say you were. [ ... might have thought it, though]
Jo: Yeah, well... you've been known to mouth off about who I see. I know what I did with Alec was wrong. I'm... I'm kinda sorry that he's not here anymore for me to explain it to him, but... [shrugs] I did mean it when I said I wasn't waiting for you. Besides, the way we fight? It's not the right kind of fighting. [if he gets that...] This is the protective brother fighting with the stubborn little sister. [shrugs, because not that she wants to be Sam's little sister... but she's okay being the little sister to Dean. Besides, this is all the family she has here, she'd be stupid not to want to be close to it]
Dean: I think it'd be kinda creepy if it was that kinda fighting with Sam. [is slightly weirded out that it's not, because he wouldn't have thought to pair Jo and Sam off together before now, but ... whatever. if they're happy and she's not all hot for him while he's all unavailable, he guesses that's good]
Jo: [laughs] Well, so far we don't fight. We're just spending time with each other. [shrugs, because there's been only one moment of kissing that wasn't castle or drinking related, and they didn't even talk about it yet] It's just nice. I mean, he's tall... so I don't need that chair as much.
Dean: [amused eyeroll] Might need the chair eventually.
Jo: [points to it] It's right over there. Besides, I'm not that short.
Dean: [arches his eyebrows. orly?] You know this from personal experience?
Jo: I'm five foot four and a half. [totally added the half]
Dean: Right.
Jo: [makes a face] Shut up.
Dean: [snickers] Hurts 'cause it's true.
Jo: [still making that face] I've seen shorter people here.
Dean: Yeah, like kids.
Jo: [shifts on the couch, so she's facing him more squarely] Now you're just being a jerk on purpose. [sticks her tongue out at him]
Dean: ... maybe just a little, yeah.
Jo: [the face shifts to a very 'I knew it' smart-ass purse of her lips] Uh-huh.
Dean: [grins? is trying to prove that they're okay?]
Jo: [they're fine, she'll even tell him that, just to ease his Winchester brain] You don't have to play around, Dean. We're fine. I'm not pissed at you and maybe, well, okay hopefully, next time we hang out it'll be one of those times where neither one of us yell at the other.
Dean: [loses a bit of the grin] Hopefully, yeah.
Jo: [boo, that wasn't what she wanted, not that Dean's smiles are very 'genuine' these days] Hey, it's fine that we fight. I actually kinda miss that sort of bickering. [will not say that she misses it from her mom, because that's just even worse than brother] It's what family does.
Dean: Considering how much me and Sammy still go at it? Yeah. [though, at this point he'd just like everyone to get along and be happy and continue being not dead]
Jo: [that'd be nice] You talk to Bobby? He was usin' Sam as a table while the two of you were out.
Dean: No. I kinda -- I dunno. I probably should.
Jo: [smiles] Yeah, you should. Castle full of ghosts and demons wandering around? The two of you are important to him, you should go hassle him, like you hassle me.
Dean: I'm gettin' around to it. [makes a little face] I've just been kinda... trying to catch up with people one at a time, you know?
Jo: [a soft smile] I completely understand. Look, if you want to head out, onto the next stop - I'm fine. [light chuckle] We're fine, Dean.
Dean: [nods] I think I might. [shifts a bit, finishing off his beer]
Jo: [nods, gesturing to take the empty from him] Oh, Bobby was looking for proof of me in a dress, I told him I didn't have any proof but the actual dresses. [a look because she knows you better, Dean, and she's gonna just assume he doesn't have anything proof-wise at all]
Dean: Yeah, no. I don't have any proof. None. [lies and slander! hands over the empty bottle]
Jo: [shakes her head] Yeah, I didn't think so. [smiles] Tell Bobby I said 'Hi' though, alright?
Dean: Yeah, sure. [hesitates, and then] ... thanks, Jo.
Jo: [it takes her a minute, but there's a look that musters up all of that understanding and heartfelt appreciation that she actually has for him] You're welcome, Dean.
Dean: [offers her a smile -- a real one -- and then moves to head out]
Jo: [she'll move to the door and watch him go, resting her head to the edge of the door before shutting it and moving back to the sink to rinse the empties out and put them with the rest to take to get recycled/reused/whatever it was that corner bar did with them]
What: Dean talks to Jo about his 'update'
When: Sunday June 13th, early afternoon
Where: Jo's apartment in the City
Rating: PG-13
Jo: [has the front door to her apartment open, still kinda letting the paint scent air out a bit. She'd actually touched up a few spots with some white paint, trying to clean up the bumps that had been made on the ceiling and on the baseboards that morning. Now she was just trying to put the place back together. Even after Sam helped her put things back, something didn't feel quite right, so she was moving things inch by inch. Just trying to get it right]
Dean: [walked down from the castle, and well -- this is him poking his head in the door of her apartment. looks around, spotting her, and then clears his throat] Nice place.
Jo: [smiles as she looks up at Dean] Thanks. It's very... Yellow. [laughs] I just painted the front room.
Dean: [steps inside] Looks good. A little too yellow for my tastes, but ... [shrugs] ... not my place.
Jo: Do you know there are about eighty different Yellows? This was the least, a flower vomited on my walls as I could make it. [shrugs] How you doing? Do you want a beer?
Dean: [dimly amused] I could use one, yeah. And I'm okay, I guess. [a pause] You?
Jo: [goes to get him a beer and a water for herself, since he's a hunter she needs to watch it] I'm better, actually. I've been seeing this therapist, too, which I think goes against some hunter's code, but it helps... and [a sigh] I still hate my loss. [shakes her head and returns with the beer, handing it to him]
Dean: [takes the beer from her, cracking it open and taking a sip] Yeah, you're breakin' the law. We're gonna have to string you up outside, now.
Jo: Damn. [shakes her head] Well, at least I leave a nice, newly painted apartment in my wake.
Dean: I'll be sure to put that on you're tombstone. Unless, you know, you want pepperoni and cheese, instead.
Jo: [bites the inside of her cheek, as she smirks] That, was awful.
Dean: [flashes her a grin] Sorry. First thing that came to mind was those old commercials.
Jo: [shakes her head, smirking] Yeah, it's fine. [takes a sip of her water] I don't think you came here to rehash horrible marketing campaigns or my color swatch choices. [takes a breath] You know... I mean, you know what happened now. All of it.
Dean: [and the smile fades abruptly. looks away] Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Jo: [shakes her head] I'm sorry... I didn't mean to just shove all the air out of the room. I do tend to do it more times than I intend to though. [gestures to the couch, taking a seat herself] I don't want to just... dance around it though. The way things just fly out of my mouth, I'd rather them get said when I want them to, rather than when asked something.
Dean: I guess so, yeah. [sighs, moving over to the couch. sits down, and...] I'm sorry.
Jo: [shakes her head] Don't apologize. Of all the things that happened, I don't want you to feel like my part in it is your fault. We had a plan. We knew the risks.
Dean: Yeah, but it still sucks. This whole thing is a load of crap.
Jo: It's not meant to be easy. [exhales, because she knows that it's probably even harder for him] You're okay though? Back home? Sam said... [okay, she won't say it, because really she doesn't even like that part of it] You're safe? [concerned glance]
Dean: [takes a swig of his beer] Physically, yeah.
Jo: [nods and clears her throat] Better here though, right?
Dean: Much as I hate this place, sometimes? F'I didn't know better, I'd say this was friggen heaven.
Dean: So, yeah. I'd say that's better.
Jo: [nods, relieved] I'm glad. I mean, that you're okay back home and that you're doing good here. [glances to him] Really glad.
Dean: Yeah. [takes another swig of his beer] ... though, I gotta wonder ... how're you doin'?
Jo: [smirks] Didn't I already rattle off my deal? Therapy, apartment.... [takes a breath] I'm happy. I mean, it's not even an act anymore, either.
Dean: I dunno. Therapy sounds kinda iffy to me. [makes a face] But okay. Okay, yeah, I'm gonna buy that.
Jo: [shrugs] It actually helps. We're kinda the sort to shove it all down and use it for the hunt. There's nothing to hunt so ... it's sort of just gonna make me sick if I leave it in there.
Dean: [shrugs] F'you say so. Personally, I wouldn't wanna talk to some dude, but if it's doin' it for you ...
Jo: [exhales, trying not to get frustrated, and opts to at least tell him one thing] It helps. It helped me work through things with Alec.
Dean: Yeah, I, uh -- I heard he went home. Sorry. [he guesses?]
Jo: Yeah, don't sweat it. [sounds kinda ticked/frustrated]
Dean: [sighs] Okay, look. Headshrinkers wig me out. I don't need some dude tellin' me I'm screwed up -- I know that much. You wanna go and talk to this guy, go for it. Now can we please get off this conversation before we argue or somethin'.
Jo: [exhales sharply] You know, you pushed me - right into a corner about Alec. I needed to hear it sure, but I don't have anyone here to talk about that. Who am I gonna confide in? You? Sam? [shakes her head, exhaling] I'm sorry. I swear I don't want to argue. You just.. you frustrate me and here - it's not like you get to frustrate me and then you leave for a few months.
Dean: Okay, fine. Whatever. [if she won't fucking drop it, he will]
Jo: [shakes her head, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous this is] I said I was sorry.
Dean: [yeah, and then she went on after that. if she we really sorry, she would've stopped with the I'm sorry. again, he's gonna drop it, though, and so he forces himself to calm down, nodding] It's cool.
Jo: [she wasn't going on about the therapist after that apology... she was going on about HIM and the fact that they argue when they're in the same room with each other... that's totally different than her needing -- okay, not really, but she doesn't want to say sorry again and end up with him leaving] Just... don't walk out.
Dean: I'm still hoggin' your couch, aren't I?
Jo: [smirks] Yeah. I just figured, we got the arguing out of the way and I can't exactly walk out... it's my place. I'm usually the one that leaves. [takes a breath] If you don't want to talk about it... we don't have to, but I'm not dead here... I'm not going anywhere if I can help it.
Dean: I'll pass on the Lifetime moment. [a pause, and then reluctantly but honestly] But, uh ... thanks, I guess.
Jo: Thanks? [is confused... and wants to talk about it, she actually needs to talk about it... but she doesn't want another fight]
Dean: F'you wanna talk, though, I guess I can listen. [he won't add his own feelings to the mix, but he figures he's better than some damn therapist]
Jo: I'm... so confused. [head tilt] Were you thanking me for offering to let you slip out of talkin' about it?
Dean: For offerin' and for lettin' me bail if I wanted to. [shrugs] Didn't say I couldn't let you talk about it, though. Just don't expect me to start cryin' and then feel all better.
Jo: [snickers] Yeah, trust me, I don't expect you to. [her expression softens though] I'm not under some illusion that now that you've been through it, that it's going to change anything, not for us. Not that there was... [exhales, shaking it off] I just, I spent four years waiting and I had one moment and now you've lived it. You've been the guy I said no to. [not that she wants to focus on that] Before you said, that I was too late... that, if I had showed up sooner, [takes a moment] but you weren't that guy. I don't expect it to be different, I don't ... I actually don't even want it to be different. [shrugs, trying not to get emotional about this] I just... I need to know, back there... did I waste four years waiting to only have that offer because there might not have been a tomorrow?
Dean: [shakes his head, lowering his eyes to his beer] No, you didn't. It wasn't just 'cause we were all goin' to hell in a handbasket. I thought maybe I'd have an easier time because of it, yeah, sure, but ...
Jo: [exhales, there's a lot of relief in there] Thank you. [might feel her chin wobble a bit, but she swears she's trying not to cry] I know it was a goodbye... I mean, I don't expect... [exhales through her mouth trying to clear her words from her emotions] I'm happy... [glances to him] I think you're happy... with Max, right? [swallows hard]
Dean: I am, yeah. She's -- she's good for me.
Jo: I'm sure you're good for her too. She's from the same place Alec was... it's not exactly happy sunny days there.
Dean: I'm beginnin' to think no one has it easy, back home. [makes a little face]
Jo: I think it's just how things go. It could be why we get pulled here. [shrugs] Who knows. [a pause, repeating herself, but she wants to make sure he knows] I am happy that you have Max, Dean. You deserve to be happy. You and Sam both do. [smiles]
Dean: [offers her a little smile] Thanks.
Jo: [was actually expecting him to mention Sam spending time with her over the weekend... and isn't sure if she's relieved or not] You're welcome. [said with a nod]
Dean: [oh, he noticed, but he doesn't want her to flip out on him. walking out is probably the least of her worries, now that he's lived through a lot more stuff. he's a lot angrier than he used to be, so yeah. shrugs a bit, finishing off his beer. yeah, he did it that quick]
Jo: [it's probably odd that she's actually more comfortable around the angrier one... which might be why she mouths off to him, because she's used to him giving it right back] Want another? [points to the empty]
Dean: [probably, yeah, but hey -- whatever, right?] Since when have I ever turned down booze?
Jo: Not that I've ever seen. [at least not that she can recall, she'll take his empty and moves to the kitchen, grabbing another for him and tossing the empty into the sink, bringing the new one back, and she's decided that she'll bring up Sam] I know you know Sam stayed here over the weekend. He helped me paint.
Dean: [okay, well, that's the opposite of flipping out...] Yeah, I figured. You're kinda too short to reach the walls near the ceiling and Sammy could probably do it sittin' down.
Jo: [smirks with a laugh] Hey, I had a chair.
Dean: My bad. [takes the beer from her]
Jo: [smirks with a shrug, taking her seat back on the couch] I'm not sure if I want to know what you're gonna say next, but I like spending time with Sam. It's easy.
Dean: [snorts. sorry, she said easy and -- yeah. clears his throat to center himself, and then] Take 'spendin' time with' out of that sentence and I'm gonna guess that's a little more accurate.
Jo: [smirks... making a face at him] I can still hit you. I might miss, but I can damn near try.
Dean: Hit me all I want -- I'm right. [or so he's figuring, anyway] Neither you nor Sam really socialize that much. So I figure you got somethin' goin' on. I'm not stupid.
Jo: [smirks] I know you're not stupid. Neither am I. Spending time with him is easy, but I'm not taking some easy path either. [just in case he thinks she's just shifting from one Winchester to the next, because everything she's been through this is damn hard to just be okay with being able to spend time with him]
Dean: [pops one shoulder in a shrug and takes a sip of his beer] Didn't say you were. [ ... might have thought it, though]
Jo: Yeah, well... you've been known to mouth off about who I see. I know what I did with Alec was wrong. I'm... I'm kinda sorry that he's not here anymore for me to explain it to him, but... [shrugs] I did mean it when I said I wasn't waiting for you. Besides, the way we fight? It's not the right kind of fighting. [if he gets that...] This is the protective brother fighting with the stubborn little sister. [shrugs, because not that she wants to be Sam's little sister... but she's okay being the little sister to Dean. Besides, this is all the family she has here, she'd be stupid not to want to be close to it]
Dean: I think it'd be kinda creepy if it was that kinda fighting with Sam. [is slightly weirded out that it's not, because he wouldn't have thought to pair Jo and Sam off together before now, but ... whatever. if they're happy and she's not all hot for him while he's all unavailable, he guesses that's good]
Jo: [laughs] Well, so far we don't fight. We're just spending time with each other. [shrugs, because there's been only one moment of kissing that wasn't castle or drinking related, and they didn't even talk about it yet] It's just nice. I mean, he's tall... so I don't need that chair as much.
Dean: [amused eyeroll] Might need the chair eventually.
Jo: [points to it] It's right over there. Besides, I'm not that short.
Dean: [arches his eyebrows. orly?] You know this from personal experience?
Jo: I'm five foot four and a half. [totally added the half]
Dean: Right.
Jo: [makes a face] Shut up.
Dean: [snickers] Hurts 'cause it's true.
Jo: [still making that face] I've seen shorter people here.
Dean: Yeah, like kids.
Jo: [shifts on the couch, so she's facing him more squarely] Now you're just being a jerk on purpose. [sticks her tongue out at him]
Dean: ... maybe just a little, yeah.
Jo: [the face shifts to a very 'I knew it' smart-ass purse of her lips] Uh-huh.
Dean: [grins? is trying to prove that they're okay?]
Jo: [they're fine, she'll even tell him that, just to ease his Winchester brain] You don't have to play around, Dean. We're fine. I'm not pissed at you and maybe, well, okay hopefully, next time we hang out it'll be one of those times where neither one of us yell at the other.
Dean: [loses a bit of the grin] Hopefully, yeah.
Jo: [boo, that wasn't what she wanted, not that Dean's smiles are very 'genuine' these days] Hey, it's fine that we fight. I actually kinda miss that sort of bickering. [will not say that she misses it from her mom, because that's just even worse than brother] It's what family does.
Dean: Considering how much me and Sammy still go at it? Yeah. [though, at this point he'd just like everyone to get along and be happy and continue being not dead]
Jo: [that'd be nice] You talk to Bobby? He was usin' Sam as a table while the two of you were out.
Dean: No. I kinda -- I dunno. I probably should.
Jo: [smiles] Yeah, you should. Castle full of ghosts and demons wandering around? The two of you are important to him, you should go hassle him, like you hassle me.
Dean: I'm gettin' around to it. [makes a little face] I've just been kinda... trying to catch up with people one at a time, you know?
Jo: [a soft smile] I completely understand. Look, if you want to head out, onto the next stop - I'm fine. [light chuckle] We're fine, Dean.
Dean: [nods] I think I might. [shifts a bit, finishing off his beer]
Jo: [nods, gesturing to take the empty from him] Oh, Bobby was looking for proof of me in a dress, I told him I didn't have any proof but the actual dresses. [a look because she knows you better, Dean, and she's gonna just assume he doesn't have anything proof-wise at all]
Dean: Yeah, no. I don't have any proof. None. [lies and slander! hands over the empty bottle]
Jo: [shakes her head] Yeah, I didn't think so. [smiles] Tell Bobby I said 'Hi' though, alright?
Dean: Yeah, sure. [hesitates, and then] ... thanks, Jo.
Jo: [it takes her a minute, but there's a look that musters up all of that understanding and heartfelt appreciation that she actually has for him] You're welcome, Dean.
Dean: [offers her a smile -- a real one -- and then moves to head out]
Jo: [she'll move to the door and watch him go, resting her head to the edge of the door before shutting it and moving back to the sink to rinse the empties out and put them with the rest to take to get recycled/reused/whatever it was that corner bar did with them]