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paradisalost2010-06-25 12:10 am
huntersdaughter) wrote in paradisalost2010-06-25 12:10 am
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Who: Sam Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Dean Winchester
What: Sam bumps into Jo leaving Caritas, he walks her home, he stays the night, he leaves in the morning, gets caught by Dean, they talk for a bit, they take the dogs out, they talk some more, Jo joins them later, they head to the Lux for breakfast...
When: After this on Saturday June 19th through Sunday June 20th (early afternoon)
Where: the City, Jo's apartment, Dean and Sam's room, and then the Lux
Rating: PG-13
Note: Again this is an epically long log that stretches between Saturday Night into Sunday Morning
Jo: [it wasn't nearly as bad as she had built up in her head, but she'd seen Lindsey perform, gotten amused by Eliot glowering in the corner and now she was done with the bar that had a spell put on it... and was owned by a demon that could read you when you sang... now she was headed outside, back to her place]
Sam: [was heading over because he felt like getting out of the castle for a while, and frowns when he spots her coming out of the bar] Jo?
Jo: [so much for a clean getaway, smiles up at him] Hey, Sam.
Sam: [smirking. just a little] Enjoy the show?
Jo: [rubs her hand to her elbow a bit with a shrug] I'm friends with Lindsey, I said I'd try to make it out... [it just took her a few weeks to do it]
Sam: [nods] Not a bad place, right?
Jo: [takes a slow deep breath] It was alright.
Sam: [headtilt] What? It's just a karaoke bar.
Jo: It's got a spell on it. [a look] A spell the demon that owns it, put on it. [granted, she hasn't met Lorne, and that would probably diffuse any thought that she assumed he was building a trap of some sort]
Sam: A protection spell. A spell that protected a lot of people when we had a mass murderer wandering around.
Jo: [sighs] Yeah, well I didn't get hurt, yet, so it's fine. Besides, I shaved my legs and I said I'd try. I wasn't gonna just stay at home.
Sam: [nods] Fair enough.
Jo: [steps away from the door, gesturing] Don't let me stop you though. I've done my good friend deed of the evening. I showed up.
Sam: [shrugs] Not like I have anyone in there waiting for me.
Jo: [a look] Well, I'm headed back to my apartment. If you want to keep me company, I won't say no.
Sam: [thinks it over for a moment before nodding] Sure. Sounds good.
Jo: [amused smirk] Really? Just... change your plans to go to the bar to walk me home?
Sam: [shrugs] Go to a bar and sit by myself, maybe talk to Lorne if he isn't too busy, or walking you home. I didn't really have any plans.
Jo: [shrugs] Alright. [and she'll turn to start walking back to her place] Did you have problems with those spiders? [cause small talk is good while they walk]
Sam: Other than them being everywhere? Not really. Alice wasn't so fond of them, though -- they tended to get everywhere.
Jo: [laughs] I'm sure. [so glad she wasn't there for that, and have some more walking in silence] I'm glad the weather has been nice. I've been reading back in the journal, I guess it's fond of summer a lot. So I've been trying to enjoy this weather more.
Sam: [nods] Yeah, summer's usually pretty nice. Better than the tons of snow that we get during the winter.
Jo: I wouldn't mind the snow. It's easier to wear more layers, it's harder to take off more clothing when there's not much left to... [and she's gonna stop talking about that and just keep walking]
Sam: [a bit of a cough] Yeah. I get that.
Jo: [laughs and thankfully, her apartment wasn't too far off from the bar, so she's at the door and glancing to him] Wanna come in for a beer? Since you didn't get one at the bar?
Sam: [nods] Sure.
Jo: [holds open the door and heads up the stairs to her apartment, unlocking the door and leaving Sam to shut the door as she moves to the kitchen, tugging her Keds off as she goes, dropping them near the dining room table]
Sam: [does so, before following her into the kitchen] They figured out what was causing those nightmares.
Jo: [turns to him, handing him a beer from the fridge and grabs the bottle opener from the drawer - no twist offs allowed here -] Oh? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Sam: Well, it turns out someone was dosing the food with some kind of compound.
Jo: [a look] So it wasn't the castle or someone on a loss projecting their weirdness out on accident? [moves toward the front room, taking a seat in the chair] That's crazy, that someone would do that to other people, on purpose. How'd they even figure that out?
Sam: There was some kind of survey thing? And they figured out that the one common denominator with everyone was that they ate from the kitchen.
Jo: Survey says... poisoned food. Ugh. That's bad though. I mean, everyone eats, that had to be awkward to assume that was it.
Sam: Yeah, well -- species came into it to, because some people who ate from the kitchen weren't effected. Tolerance levels or something like it.
Jo: [makes a face, she might not be pro-demon, but she's also not pro-people-poisoning folks either] So humans targeted or do you think that was just a coincidence?
Sam: I'm thinking coincidence? Because I was effected, and ... [trails off when he realizes that she might not know this about him] ... it's complicated?
Jo: [okay, that gets a look, somewhere between confusion and concern] Because of the whole vessel thing? [she'd ask if it was about the time he was possessed... but... nope, not gonna]
Sam: [shifts uncomfortably] It's a little bit more than that. [a pause] I have ... demon blood.
Jo: [she'd heard about the incident when he was a baby, the whole web search he had Ash do, that raised eyebrows and hunters do talk, plus after everything... she'd heard more than just rumors, but stories about hunters that had done a few less than noble things trying to get a reaction from Sam] I don't think it's the same as you think it is Sam. You were born, you had a mom, a dad, you didn't lose your soul, or take in some darkness and lose your humanity. You're human.
Sam: [shrugs] I had a ghoul tell me my blood tastes different than normal human blood. I'm the only human on the planet that was actually immune to the Croatoan virus. So while mentally, I may be -- I dunno if the same applies physically.
Jo: [sets her beer bottle to the table beside her chair] I don't think blood can change who you are or what you are. Besides, it shouldn't matter here, right? [they made that deal after all]
Sam: Yeah, right. Of course. It doesn't. I still was effected anyway.
Jo: [sadface]
Sam: [takes a seat on the couch] Don't.
Jo: [grins]
Sam: [grins] Better.
Jo: [would totally shove her legs at him, clearly, as a distraction, but just sits where she is for a moment]
Sam: [would clearly appreciate them]
Jo: [contemplates this]
Sam: [waits]
Jo: [goes to sit on the couch near him, still not saying anything, but looking at him expectantly]
Sam: [looks over] Hey.
Jo: [itches her knee] Hi.
Sam: [turns to face her more] So, what's new with you?
Jo: [shoves her foot to his shoulder] Nothing.
Sam: [a bit of a confused/amused look as he leans away from her foot]
Jo: [pouts] Don't like my foot?
Sam: Nah, it's a great foot.
Jo: [pushes lightly so that she flexes the arch of her foot, only her toes pressing] It's a nice leg too, right? [she had shaved them before heading out to that demon bar, shorts required it]
Sam: [eyes wander down past her foot] Yup. Nice leg too.
Jo: [laughs] Am I making you uncomfortable?
Sam: [shakes his head sheepishly] No, you're not
Jo: [smirks, moving her foot and shifting to kneel close beside him] Are you sure?
Sam: [looks up at her] Yeah. I'm sure.
Jo: [rests her chin to his shoulder] How 'bout now?
Sam: [tilts his head so that he's looking at her] Still good.
Jo: [makes a face] Huh.
Sam: What?
Jo: [shrugs and moves off his shoulder] Nothing. I just thought I was more intrusive, was all.
Sam: [shrugs] I like you being intrusive.
Jo: [smirks] Really? That's a rare trait, Sam.
Sam: Only you.
Jo: [that smirk shifts a bit shy, with a curious lift of her eyebrow]
Sam: [smirks back at her a bit, before leaning in and kissing her softly]
Jo: [grins into the kiss, which makes the kiss a bit hard to happen, but she'll focus a bit more on the actual kiss vs. that it's happening and return it]
Sam: [moves his hand across his chest to cup the side of her face as he continues the kiss, before pulling back and resting his forehead against hers to keep her close]
Jo: [exhales softly, not straying too far from him] Goodness.
Sam: [shrugs slightly] Figures I should be the one to make the first move at least once.
Jo: Not complaining.
Sam: Good.
Jo: [long pause is long] So is this just the thing where, we're okay with kissing each other when we're around each other?
Sam: ... I guess? Do you not want to?
Jo: [thinks for a moment] I don't know? I mean, I like this. I really like this. [in fact she'll kiss him again, you know, to prove it]
Sam: [smirks into the kiss] I like it too.
Jo: [pulls back and rests her head to his shoulder] I don't want to be mixed-signals girl either, at all. I don't want to be alone through this either. I mean, [takes a breath] I'm still working on things. I've still got my problems to overcome and things to work through and whatever other psychologist terms I can toss in there, but I don't think I'm still at that point where I need to do it all alone anymore.
Sam: [looks down at her, moving his hand to slide into hers] Do you want me here to help?
Jo: Yes and no? [laughs] Sorry, it's complicated. I just... [shifts to look at him] Sam, I think you've got a lot going on too. I don't want you to just take this as your chance to not deal with your own stuff, because, Hi, I did exactly that when I got here. I shoved it all away and played normal and helped other people and... yeah, it doesn't work.
Sam: I know. And ... that's not what I'm trying to do with you.
Jo: [nods, and believes him] Okay. It's just you know I worry, and I know you worry, and together - we'd probably give each other an ulcer.
Sam: [laughs] That's probably true.
Jo: [laughs] Yeah. [tightens her grip on his hand] I like you being here. I think I actually missed you not being here this week. I just, I don't think I'm ready to move back. In fact, I really like it out here. I also don't want you to leave your brother. So, maybe I'll just come to the castle more. Go back to work. That sort of thing.
Sam: Okay. And I can make trips out here sometime.
Jo: You know, I don't think Eliot would mind if you stuck around and picked up a few shifts. [smirks] The poor guy can't even count his staff to know that he's understaffed.
Sam: [grins] Yeah, I can do that.
Jo: [smiles] Good. [leans over and kisses him again]
Sam: [kisses her back, shifting a little more so that he can pull her closer]
Jo: [is pulled closer, with a bit of a laugh]
Sam: [Sam's a cuddler, remember?]
Jo: [just wasn't expecting to be pulled]
Sam: [he didn't pull hard?]
Jo: [well, she still was amused and didn't mind]
Sam: [just keeps her close for a while. he's officially out of things to say -- he kissed her, so, now he's happy]
Jo: [is okay with the close, she'll relax against him for a bit, but eventually she has an itch, so, she has to move off of him a bit, scratching at her side] Maybe I'm allergic to you.
Sam: [makes a face at that] That's not good.
Jo: [smirks up at him] I know.
Sam: Maybe it's the couch.
Jo: [laughs] Yeah? I like my couch.
Sam: Well, I don't think it's me, or you would have been itchy before.
Jo: Hmmm... maybe I built up an intolerance. Too much Sam.
Sam: [teasing pout]
Jo: [snickers]
Sam: [sticks his tongue out at her]
Jo: [pushes her finger to his tongue]
Sam: [grins as he pulls it back in]
Jo: [brushes her fingers to rest against his jaw, leaning in and kissing him softly]
Sam: [kisses her back, keeping her close]
Jo: [pulls away exhaling softly with a hum]
Sam: [tilts his head up and presses a kiss to her forehead]
Jo: [smiles] See this is nice.
Sam: [smiles back] Yeah, it is.
Jo: [rests her head to his chest] How's Bobby?
Sam: He's good. He's taking Hekyll and Jekyll.
Jo: [pushes up against his chest lightly] Really? Those two insane dogs?
Sam: Yup.
Jo: [laughs] How'd you con him into that?
Sam: I didn't. He offered.
Jo: [surprised look] Really?
Sam: Yup.
Jo: [amused] He's gonna lose all his shoes to them getting eaten.
Sam: Hey, can't say I didn't warn him.
Jo: As long as he was warned.
Sam: He was.
Jo: Then it's his funeral.
Sam: He thinks he can train them.
Jo: Huh. [tilts her head] You know, he might actually be able to do that.
Sam: That's why I let him take them.
Jo: Alice is yours though, right?
Sam: Yes, she's mine.
Jo: [nods] Well, next time you come out here, if you want to bring her, you could.
Sam: She'd like that.
Jo: I can even get her a dish, for water.
Sam: Sure.
Jo: Or... she can drink from the toilet? [a teasing glance]
Sam: [eyebrow raise] I think she does better than the toilet.
Jo: [laughs, moving to climb over him and to sit on his lap] I've never had a pet. I don't know these things.
Sam: [shifts so that she fits better against him] I didn't really have one either. I had a dog once for like -- a week, but it's still been a learning process.
Jo: I thought I had a raccoon once. Mom got ticked that I was trying to feed it.
Sam: [laughs] My dad told me that pets didn't travel well, so I couldn't keep them.
Jo: Two boys and a dog, in the Impala, with John Winchester? Yeah... I don't see that as working out.
Sam: [shakes his head] Not really, no. But I would have taken anything -- a kitten, a frog ... I just wanted a pet.
Jo: A boy and his... hamster.
Sam: Hey, hamsters are great pets.
Jo: They bite.
Sam: Only if you're mean to them.
Jo: [shrugs] Like I said, I never had a pet. I wouldn't have known that. I just think small animal -- small teeth.
Sam: [nods]
Jo: But now you've had your fair share of pets.
Sam: I have.
Jo: Just the one from now on?
Sam: Unless Dean leaves again and I need to take Cooper.
Jo: [shakes her head, and brushes her hand to his cheek] Hey, don't do that.
Sam: [shrugs] It's happened before.
Sam: He usually comes back.
Jo: [leans in close, resting her forehead to his] Well, don't think like that until you have to.
Sam: [nods slowly] Okay. I won't.
Jo: [totally doesn't buy it] Okay.
Sam: [it really doesn't bother ... okay, well, it bothers him, but he lived through it once. He could do it again]
Jo: [she can't imagine how it would be, but she knows how much she misses her mom] If you want to talk about anything, Sam. You don't have to protect me from it.
Sam: [leans back into the couch a bit before smiling at her] I'm okay, Jo. Really.
Jo: [nods, brushing her fingers through his hair lightly] Okay.
Sam: [smirks a bit before leaning in to kiss her again]
Jo: [smiles into the kiss, pulling back after a bit, sitting up on his lap] Speaking of Dean... he came by the other day.
Sam: [looks up at that] Oh yeah?
Jo: [nods] Yeah.
Sam: How'd it go?
Jo: [shrugs] Alright? I didn't leave the room? [laughs]
Sam: [grin] That's good.
Jo: He says the front room is too yellow.
Sam: Well, Dean isn't exactly known for his interior decorating.
Jo: Well, you both lived in motels for most of your lives. I'm pretty sure if it doesn't have mirrors on the ceiling it doesn't meet his standards.
Sam: Very true.
Jo: I told him, that I knew, he knew we were spending time together. He seems to have this wild notion that I like you.
Sam: That so?
Jo: Yeah. [shrugs] Crazy right?
Sam: No idea where he gets these things.
Jo: [leans in and kisses him, pulling away slightly to speak] Maybe he's drinking too much.
Sam: [eyes close a bit with the kiss] He has been doing a lot of that.
Jo: [smiles softly] Good thing we can keep an eye on him.
Sam: Who knows what kind of trouble he would get into if we didn't.
Jo: [laughs] Lucky him.
Sam: [smirk]
Jo: [sighs, staying close] Are you gonna head back to the castle tonight?
Sam: I don't have to.
Jo: Yeah, but you don't have to stay either.
Sam: Do you want me to stay?
Jo: [smirks] Do you want to stay? [sort of surprised that she didn't just blurt out the answer, but she's assuming that she doesn't really have anything to hide at the moment]
Sam: [smiles a bit] Yeah, I do.
Jo: Then stay.
Sam: Okay.
Jo: I'm sure the couch is comfy. [smirks]
Sam: [laughs] Oh yeah. It's perfect.
Jo: [exhales softly] Good.
Sam: Good.
Jo: [smirks] Or, I mean, you've slept in my bed before. I was on good behavior last time, too.
Sam: Hey, it's your bed. I seem to remember last time that I took up most of the room and stole the covers.
Jo: You do tend to sprawl.
Sam: I do. So, it's a matter of whether or not you want to share.
Jo: [takes a deep breath] I think I can survive. Apparently I'm short, so there's probably room.
Sam: Okay then.
Jo: [smiles] Should I repeat the Okay?
Sam: [laughs] I don't think you have to.
Jo: .... [laughs] I think I have to say okay to that.
Sam: [grins] Do what you have to do.
Jo: I actually... have to use the bathroom. [laughs and moves to get up and head to the bathroom to use it]
Sam: [smirks as he watches her go, before leaning back on the couch again]
Jo: [washes her hands and returns to the room, but sits next to him, instead of on his lap, just leaning against his shoulder]
Sam: [shifts so that he can wrap an arm around her]
Jo: [shuts her eyes] I need a clock, I don't even know what time it is. Going by the sun doesn't work so well once it sets.
Sam: [glances down at his watch] It's late.
Jo: [shifts her shoulder] It feels late.
Sam: We should probably sleep.
Jo: [nods] Such a good plan.
Sam: [starts to shift to get up and take her with him]
Jo: [take her with as in, offering a hand... or as in taking her with]
Sam: [as in using her hand to gently pull her up?]
Jo: [is pulled to her feet, stretching as she stands]
Sam: [lets her lead, after she's finished stretching]
Jo: [wanders toward the bedroom, going to grab her pajamas from the top of the hamper and smirks at him] Are you gonna sleep in your jeans again?
Sam: Not if I don't have to?
Jo: [laughs] You don't have to.
Sam: [grin] Okay.
Jo: [isn't sure if she should change in front of him... he's seen her... but that was because of the castle and ... she'll head to the bathroom to change, just because she's not that bold at the moment]
Sam: [waits for her to go before shedding a couple of layers and his jeans, before sliding under the covers]
Jo: [it's so odd, because they've talked about it now and it's not like anything has really changed, but it does feel a bit odd as she moves back to the room with a bit of a smirk]
Sam: [smirks back at her, before shifting back against the pillows]
Jo: [shakes her head and sets her dirty clothes in the hamper] Well, so far you're taking up an appropriate amount of space.
Sam: We'll see how we do once I'm unconscious.
Jo: [snorts a laugh] Yeah, well, I won't be polite this time.
Sam: Noted.
Jo: [climbs in under the covers beside him and settles on her side, facing him] Night, Sam.
Sam: [shifts down next to her more, stretching out a bit] Night, Jo.
Jo: [totally can't sleep on this side, so she'll roll over again, putting her back to him, pressing her hand beneath the pillow and settling in with a deep breath in and then out]
Sam: [shifts a bit closer, tentatively sliding his arm across her waist]
Jo: [reaches for his hand and laces her fingers to it, letting it settle there]
Sam: [pulls her closer so that she's pressed against him]
Jo: [shifts beside him, settling against him, shutting her eyes and trying to steady her breathing]
Sam: [closes his eyes as well and starts to drift off]
Jo: [she's still not one to fall to sleep easy, but having someone else there does help, so after a while she'll drift off as well, trying not to focus so much on anything other than the fact that she's okay right now]
Sam: [drops off pretty quickly, keeping her close]
Jo: [will totally elbow him if he tries to shove her out of bed]
Sam: [he wouldn't dare]
Jo: [just putting that out there]
[Seven Hours Later]
Jo: [stirs from her sleep and shoves at Sam, since the sun does tend to stream into her room and make it hot, and having a Yeti of a guy hanging on you makes it even hotter]
Sam: [grunts a bit, before rolling over from where he was shoved]
Jo: [kicks the covers off of her, too, not exactly wanting to get up out of bed yet] I need heavier curtains. [rubs at her face]
Sam: [mumbles as he stretches out a bit -- not in a direction that he would hit her though]
Jo: [shoves him regardless, lighter than earlier though] Watch it.
Sam: [smirks] Morning.
Jo: [chuckles] Morning. [covers her eyes with her forearm] Do you know what time it is?
Sam: [glances at watch] Early.
Jo: [would make fun of him for sleeping with his watch on, but figures it's force of habit from the hunt] Too early. [stretches, but still not moving from the bed]
Sam: [nods lazily] Agreed.
Jo: [exhales, before yawning, then when that's done] You slept on the wrong side.
Sam: I did?
Jo: [nods, but doesn't look at him, just keeping her arm over her eyes, blocking out that horrible sunlight] I didn't even realize it until I was falling asleep.
Sam: ... Oh.
Jo: [itches her side] I can't sleep on my left side and... [there's a pause here] I didn't really want to sleep with my back to you, but I had to, because I had to sleep on my right side.
Sam: [actually turns to look at her, waking up a little more at that] Okay. I'll remember for next time. [a beat] If there is one.
Jo: [stretches her arm up, lifting it away from her eyes and glancing to him] Okay.
Sam: [small smile] How'd you sleep otherwise?
Jo: [shrugs, still sort of waking up] Alright. I didn't wake up before this, at least. [she still has nightmares, but really they're mixed up now with odd ramblings of castle things, so they don't make much sense at all] You?
Sam: [nods] Pretty well.
Jo: Good. [glances around, propping herself up on her elbows] I should... get up. [pushes her foot to his leg] You too.
Sam: [smirks and nods] Sure. [goes to reach for his jeans]
Jo: [smirks] You are gonna come home in the same clothes you wore last night.
Sam: [glances down, before looking over at her] Well, I don't think I'll fit in yours.
Jo: [laughs, a look of disbelief] Do you think I'd even want to risk you trying?
Sam: [laughs] So between the two options, it's not like I have a choice.
Jo: [shrugs] Have fun explaining to Dean. [gets up and moves toward the bathroom, but keeps the door open since she's just brushing her teeth]
Sam: [shrugs himself before heading over to lean in the doorway] It's nothing I can't handle.
Jo: [talks over the toothbrush a bit] Oh, you can handle it? [spits in the sink, using her hand to cup at the water and rinse her mouth] Well, I'm glad you can handle it. [smiles before going to brush her teeth more, grinning over the brush, as she works up foam again]
Sam: [laughs] Good.
Jo: [finishes brushing her teeth and wipes her mouth off with the washcloth] I have another brush if you want? [opens the drawer and pulls it out, offering the package to him, her eyebrows lifting in amusement] I could get you a little cup, though I think a normal cup will look little in your hands.
Sam: [takes the toothbrush] I think I'm good without the cup.
Jo: [shrugs and moves to go sit on the edge of the tub] 'Kay.
Sam: [goes to start brushing his teeth]
Jo: [watches] Did you have plans today?
Sam: [spits because he doesn't have her talking around toothbrush skills] Not really, no.
Jo: [maybe Jo just is okay with biting on bristles when she holds the toothbrush, either way she shrugs] Well, if you want, I could come down to the castle later? It's Sunday, so nothing big going on - but maybe there's something?
Sam: [nods] Sure. Sounds like fun.
Jo: [nods] Okay. [draws her foot up to press to the edge of the tub, hugging her leg to her chest]
Sam: [finishes brushing and turns back to look at her]
Jo: This is different than the other times you stayed, isn't it. [makes a face as she thinks about it]
Sam: [leans back against the sink] A little bit, yeah.
Jo: [looks up at him] It's not bad, but it's... [smiles] Yeah, I don't know what it is.
Sam: Well, not bad still isn't ... bad, right?
Jo: [laughs] No, I don't think it's bad. [shrugs] Maybe we shouldn't worry about how it's different.
Sam: Maybe not.
Jo: [smiles, standing up off the edge of the tub and moving out of the bathroom, since it's possible that it's not big enough for both of them] So... what now?
Sam: [glances down] I should probably go change.
Jo: [laughs as she moves down the hall] I need to get dressed too. Actually dressed. Like showered and dressed.
Sam: Yeah. But we could meet up later?
Jo: [nods] I'd like that.
Sam: Okay. Good.
Jo: [kind of hovers in the front room, wondering if this is him leaving... and if so what should be happening...]
Sam: [turns back to look at her, wondering if she's okay]
Jo: [a look] What?
Sam: [shakes his head] Nothing. I should go.
Jo: [nods] Okay. [goes toward the door, resting her hand to the doorknob]
Sam: [follows, watching her as he goes]
Jo: [leans against the door, but doesn't open it]
Sam: [watches her, takes a couple steps forward and one hand comes up to brush the hair away from her face]
Jo: [glances up at him] I mean, we did brush our teeth. [shrugs]
Sam: [smirks a bit at that, before leaning down and brushing a soft kiss to her lips]
Jo: [returns the kiss, just as softly, smiling against his mouth]
Sam: [holds it for a second, before pulling back to look at her again] I'll see you later.
Jo: [smiles up at him with a light hum] Okay. [backs away from the door, opening it]
Sam: [makes his way out to the rest of the castle]
Jo: [and heads to take a shower and get ready for whatever she'll do today, oh and breakfast would be good too at some point]
[ Back at the Castle...]
Sam: [is trying to sneak in without disturbing the dogs. Dean, he's not worried about but if Alice and Cooper start barking, he's in trouble. sneaking sneaking sneaking door closes a liiiiiiiiittle too loudly annnnnnnd]
Dean: [and off go the dogs and up gets Dean. it's like magic!] ... dude, what ... ?
Sam: [cringes] Sorry.
Dean: It's cool. [not really, seeing as how he was crashed out, but he'll get over it. rubs at his eyes] Time's it?
Sam: [glances down at his watch] Early. Go back to sleep.
Dean: [hums a bit and stretches back out, more than willing to take him up on that offer. ... or he would be if he weren't wide a-friggen-wake now. lays there for a few minutes and then sits back up, sighing] Not happenin'.
Sam: [is feeding the dogs and shrugs at that] Sorry, dude.
Dean: Eh, whatever. I'll just take a nap later or somethin'. [a beat as he realizes something] ... hey, weren't you wearin' that shirt yesterday?
Sam: [pause, before glancing down and shrugging] Maybe.
Dean: Tryin' to relive your college glory days? [it hasn't quite clicked that he came in from outside the room, too, just yet]
Sam: [snorts] Not really. Just haven't hit the shower yet.
Dean: And you felt the need to lose the footy pajamas, because ... ?
Sam: [sighs as he puts the dog food away] Passed out before I changed, that's all.
Dean: [and NOW it hits him] ... wait. Weren't you out last night?
Sam: ............. Maybe.
Dean: [grins instantly, ready, willing and able to jump all over this] Bow chicka bow wow.
Sam: Dude. It wasn't like that.
Dean: Uh huh.
Dean: It's okay, Sammy. Every little boy has to lose their virginity some day. [a beat] ... dude, that sounded SO wrong. I take it back.
Sam: [laughs] Seriously. It wasn't like that.
Dean: You wanna tell me how it was?
Sam: I was hanging out with Jo.
Dean: ... from what she told me, that merits the porno music.
Sam: [shocked face] What?
Dean: [just laughs. that was mostly for reaction]
Sam: [throws a pillow at him]
Dean: [makes a little oof sound -- is awake enough to bust his stones, but not awake enough to catch the pillow before it hits him, apparently. drapes his arms over where the pillow fell in his lap] Seriously, though, man. She said you guys were kinda ... seeing each other. I figure in the big kid world, that leads to k-i-s-s-i-n-g.
Sam: [blinks, stammers] We're not -- no, Dean. We're just friends. [ish, he kissed her this morning, and it was a little more than the other times that were castle induced or because they were drunk, or any other pile of excuses] Really.
Dean: [isn't sure if he buys that -- mostly because when Jo told him they were spending time together, he took that to mean they were seeing each other -- but whatever. he'll at least pretend] Alright, dude.
Sam: Alright. [and is going to grab stuff to hop in the shower]
Dean: [is going to ... pretend to sleep or something]
Sam: [showers, cleans up, gets changed, etc]
Dean: [staring at the ceiling. man, these crappy ceiling tiles are interesting]
Sam: [comes out and grabs the leashes] I'm gonna take Alice out, want me to take Cooper too?
Dean: I could come with you, if you want. [shrugs] Not like how many things are on the ceiling's gonna change while we're out.
Sam: [shrugs] Sure. [tosses the leash at him]
Dean: [catches it, shifting to the edge of the bed so he can get to his feet and get the dog on it]
Sam: [gets Alice on the leash and starting to head towards the door]
Dean: [gets Cooper on about the same time, though he has to pause for a second to put his boots on. moves after him when he's ready to go]
Sam: [and they head outside where the sun's shining and the parrots are squawking]
Dean: [argh! parrots!] Those things really gotta go, or else they're all gonna end up slightly shotgunned.
Sam: [laughs] I think a few people have already done that.
Dean: [mutters] Friggen hate birds.
Sam: At least it's not bugs.
Dean: [yikes, yeah] Yeah, that job sucked. [makes a face] All the damn spiders are almost as bad, though.
Sam: They're gone at least.
Dean: Thank God for small miracles.
Sam: [nods as he lets Alice off the leash to nose around a bit]
Dean: [does the same with Cooper, and after a moment] ... so what'd you and Jo do last night? [yeah, he's still stuck on that]
Sam: I met up with her Caritas, walked her home -- we talked. That's it.
Dean: That's the bar that demon guy owns, right?
Sam: Yeah. It's actually a pretty nice place.
Dean: [shrugs a bit] Never been.
Sam: Well, it's a karaoke bar. I don't think it's your type.
Dean: Yeah, no. [makes a face]
Sam: It's not bad though. Lorne, the guy who owns it? He reads people's futures when they sing.
Dean: ... you realize how creepy that is, right?
Sam: It's not like he has a choice, man. It's just the way he's built. You don't want him to read your future, don't sing around him.
Dean: Remind me to lay off the Journey, if I ever run into him.
Sam: [laughs] Will do.
Dean: [flashes him a grin]
Sam: [nods] So what were you up to?
Dean: Not much. [shrugs] I spent most've the day with Bobby, just sorta catchin' up.
Sam: [nods] How's he doing?
Dean: Kinda pissed that it took me a week to get around to him.
Sam: [sighs] Yeah, I probably would be too.
Dean: Me, too, but ... I dunno, man. I just don't wanna do the big family reunion thing with everyone, you know? I like the whole one-on-one thing.
Sam: [nods] I get that. [a beat] Talk to Max?
Dean: Sort of? I'm gonna drop by and see her later today.
Sam: Good.
Dean: Yeah. [hesitates] I gotta tell you, though, I dunno how she's gonna take the whole ... going back to some other chick back home thing.
Sam: ... Well, Dean -- can you go back to her back home?
Dean: Lisa or Max?
Sam: Max.
Dean: Oh, uh .... yeah, no.
Sam: I don't think she can hold it against you.
Dean: Hope you're right, dude. I don't wanna take a two week vacation.
Sam: [laughs] I doubt she'll kill you over this.
Dean: Hell hath no fury, Sam.
Sam: Dude, she has more common sense than that.
Dean: Yeah, but you can't blame a guy for bein' paranoid. [shrugs a bit]
Sam: Yeah, guess not.
Dean: [shrugs a bit, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans]
Sam: [looks out and watches the dogs]
Dean: [looks out to the dogs, too]
Jo: [look who has fantastic timing - it's Jo, having showered, dressed, and headed toward the castle, she's sort of shocked to see the boys out with the dogs and waves at them, heading over]
Sam: [waves when he sees her] Hey, Jo.
Dean: [can't help but flash a smirk at Sam, though he tries to hide it. fakes a cough, reaching up to cover it until the look is gone, and then] Yo.
Jo: [tries to count the dogs running around, she knew that Sam mentioned Bobby taking the others, but she wasn't sure if Sam hadn't offered to walk them or something] Everything okay? [because, they seem like they were in the middle of a conversation -- and if she should -- not be there...]
Sam: [he's giving you a look at that, Dean, before turning back to her with a small smile] Nah, everything's good.
Dean: [little 'dude, what?' look] What he said. We were just shootin' the shit.
Jo: [laughs, shaking her head] Alright. [glances to Sam...] He gave you a hard time, didn't he.
Sam: Just a little one.
Dean: [amused] M'I that obvious?
Jo: [a look] How 'bout I know you that well.
Sam: What she said.
Dean: ... good point.
Jo: [amused sound] You guys eat yet?
Sam: Nope.
Dean: You offerin' to make breakfast happen?
Jo: [shrugs] I'm thinking we could see if Eliot's at the Lux, if not then there's toast.
Sam: Sure. Works for me.
Dean: Sounds good.
Jo: [gestures toward the dogs] You wanna bring them back to wherever and meet me there?
Sam: [nods before whistling for Alice to come closer. She'll say hello to Jo before moving back over to Sam]
Dean: [Sam whistles, he claps his hands and shouts for the dog to come and Cooper does. and the dog bugs Jo for a minute, too, before letting Dean get the leash back on]
Jo: [isn't entirely against the dogs, but she still gets a bit flinch-y when they come toward her, but she still lets them sniff around her] So, I'll see you two in a bit?
Sam: [puts the leash back on Alice] Yup. See you then.
Dean: [flashes her a quick, apologetic look] See you in a few, Jo.
Jo: [heads toward the castle, leaving the boys to be brothers for a bit longer, and gets to the Lux to poke around and try to find Eliot and get him to COOK THEM SOME FOOD. which, Eliot will do, because -- well, he's Eliot and it's his job]
Sam: [they all appreciate it Eliot. Sam'll just walk Alice back to the room and leave her some water since it's hot out]
Dean: [does the same so that they don't fight over the water bowl] Ready?
Sam: Yup. Let's go.
Dean: 'kay. [heads out]
Sam: [follows]
Dean: [and thus were they down at the Lux. hurrah!]
Jo: [and she's leaning over the bar trying to grab something, without walking all the way around it, while she waits for Eliot to bring the food out, and waits for the boys to show up, she just needs longer arms... or to be less lazy]
Sam: [stops close to her, head tilts just a bit before he remembers that his brother's behind him and straightens, then clears his throat]
Dean: [saw you seeing her, man. smirks at him again, then shoots a glance at Jo] Havin' issues there, short stuff?
Jo: [drops her feet back to the ground, turning around quickly, the dishrag in her hand, she hadn't heard them, stupid loss letting them get the drop on her...] Nope. I got it. [goes to wipe down the table, and a few others while she's at it, just helping out]
Sam: [nods a bit, before moving to lean against the bar. going to ignore you smirking at him Dean]
Dean: [leans against the bar, too, watching Sam] ... so. Absolutely nothin' between you two.
Jo: [and her hand stops for a moment on the table, biting her tongue before continuing and moving back toward the boys tossing the rag over the bar with a shrug] No clue what you're talking about. [shrugs, grateful that wasn't a direct question to her]
Sam: Not even the slightest.
Dean: [looks between the both of them] You realize I could find out yes or no pretty damn quick, right?
Jo: Well aware of the fact, Dean. [a look]
Sam: Dude. Don't.
Dean: [makes a face] It was a joke. Jeeze.
Jo: [shakes her head, glancing back toward the kitchen] Eliot is cooking, so there will be food. Not sure to what amount, since the guy can't count for his life.
Sam: [smirks] Want me to go see how he's doing?
Dean: [shrugs, leaning into the bar a bit further] You wanna, knock yourself out.
Jo: Just make sure he doesn't have a vat of eggs going.
Sam: [nods and heads towards the kitchen]
Dean: [amused as hell] Vat of eggs.
Jo: [an 'I'm serious' glance] He can't count. It's his loss, so he'll break one and then another and another and... I've seen him cook six steaks for a party of two.
Dean: [arches his eyebrows] Yikes.
Jo: [shrugs] I tried to help at least. I set out everything and made sure to tell him not to grab something else.
Dean: [nod] Yeah. [a beat] ... man, that's gotta suck, though.
Jo: Max and I are contemplating hiring him someone to just count and measure things for him. [shrugs] It's rough, but he doesn't seem to let it dissuade him from things.
Dean: Might not be a bad idea. [shifts a bit, stretching]
Jo: I did wipe down a table for a reason, we don't have to linger at the bar.
Dean: Oh, uh ... right. [pushes away from the bar, heading for one of the tables she wiped off]
Jo: [heads over and drops into the seat across from Dean] You get all your visits in?
Dean: Still gotta drop by and see Cas, but ... mostly, yeah. [is counting discussing chicks with Chuck as his visit]
Jo: [nods, tilting to see if she can see flames coming out of the kitchen... then returns her focus to Dean] That's good. Last time I saw Cas he was drunk. I might've talked to him since then, but really after having shots with him and seeing nothing phase him, I can't even imagine how much he drank to get drunk.
Dean: A lot. I got to see that, like, for real.
Jo: [laughs] Yeah... he's sort of blunt, when he's drunk.
Dean: Kinda, yeah. He told Sam he had a grating voice or whatever.
Jo: [smirks] Huh. Speaking of the tall one... [leans again] I think Eliot tied him up or something.
Sam: [comes out of the kitchen with some plates] He almost made twice the number of plates we needed.
Dean: Seriously? [yeah, okay, he gets that's Eliot's loss, but ... that's more difficult to wrap his head around than his inability to remember some demon dude]
Jo: [shrugs and reaches to help Sam put the plates down] You tell him service for two and unless you set out the two plates, he'll make food until he thinks it looks right.
Sam: It's not that bad. From what Max and Cordy say he's gotten a little better.
Dean: It just weirds me out. [shrugs?]
Jo: [shrugs] It's a loss. I can't do a lot of things, which sucks, but most of it is only in present company.
Sam: I ... really can't complain about mine.
Dean: No complaints here, either. I think.
Jo: [makes a face] Well... I try not to complain.
Sam: Mine only got me into a hell of a lot of trouble back home. I'm better off without it.
Dean: So, uh ... go us?
Jo: [sticks her tongue out at Dean, before starting to eat, because that'll keep her from saying something ridiculous]
Sam: [starts to eat himself with a bit of a smirk]
Dean: [eyebrow arches all around. goes to eat his breakfast]
Jo: [there's probably moments of small talk while they eat and depending on where Sam sat, there's possibly a lot of focus on making sure both of her hands are above the table]
Sam: [if Jo and Dean are sitting across from each other and they're at a table instead of a booth, Sam probably sat on the corner to them]
Dean: [awkward, nevertheless!]
Jo: [table is less awkward than a booth at least? and at least Max hasn't shown up to turn this into some weird double date of not really a date]
Sam: [yes. at least there's that]
Dean: [still awkward! and in an attempt to fix that, around a mouthful] ... so, uh ...
Jo: Hmmm? [swallows that mouthful and takes a sip of water]
Sam: [looks back at his brother as he chews]
Dean: Dunno. Was just sort've tryin' for that whole small talk thing.
Jo: Like -- how 'bout those really loud birds - type small-talk?
Sam: Those loud birds are starting to really suck.
Dean: Dude, seriously.
Jo: [smirks, shaking her head] Maybe they'll go away. I mean, the crazy gators did, right?
Sam: Yeah, but not soon enough.
Dean: I'm hopin' they don't hang out all summer. That'd suck.
Jo: Yeah. I'd shoot some of them. [a firm nod, before she finishes her food - girl can eat - and takes a sip of her water]
Sam: I think if I did that it might make them worse.
Dean: ... wait, what? [shooting birds would make them worse?]
Jo: Do you think killing them would make the rest of them form a union? [a look]
Sam: Given my track record with the castle? They'd just come back louder.
Dean: ... right, yeah, good point. [makes a face] So, uh ... no shootin' the damn birds.
Jo: [laughs, pushing her plate away from her a bit and leaning back in her chair] Poor Sam.
Sam: I'm used to it by now.
Dean: Still. Sucks to be you, dude.
Jo: [shakes her head and pushes up from the chair to take her plate, perhaps others too if they're empty, back to the kitchen to put them in the dishwasher]
Sam: [Sam's pretty much done -- even though he eats like a bird, he eats pretty quickly]
Dean: [yeah, Dean's done, too] Thanks, Jo.
Jo: It is my job. [takes them and she disappears into the back for another undetermined amount of time]
Sam: [leans back in his seat with a slow breath] So.
Dean: Buttons.
Sam: [eyebrow] Buttons?
Dean: Yeah. [shrugs] You know. So. Sew?
Sam: [soft laugh] Hah.
Dean: [grins] Glad you went there with me on that.
Sam: Anytime, Dean.
Dean: [leans back in his chair] But, yeah. So.
Sam: You really doin' okay?
Dean: Yep. [arches his eyebrows] You?
Sam: Yeah. I'm okay.
Dean: Just checkin'.
Sam: You know how weird it's going to be to be normal here, right?
Dean: Yeah, I know. [makes a little face] But like I said, dude, I think I'm done with all the crazy crap. [though he'll probably go hunt zombies or whatever if they show up around Halloween again]
Sam: Dude, I'm right there with you.
Jo: Right where with him?
Dean: Uh ... [not sure how to answer that one?]
Sam: On just being normal for a while. Or as normal as we can get here.
Jo: [nods] Gotcha. [a glance to Sam... because they were supposed to hang out, but if hanging out is with Dean that's totally cool, but there needs to be some sort of silent communication thing going on - even though she's not a Winchester - as she takes her seat again]
Dean: [arches his eyebrows, looking between them, and then] If, uh, I'm third-wheeling here, I can get lost.
Sam: [glances back at Jo, before shrugging] Well, you did say you were going to see Max.
Jo: [shrugs, because clearly her whole non-verbal communication with Sam was super obvious]
Dean: [yeah, that was a little fail. they'll get better. shrugs, too, pushing away from the table] I'll catch you guys later, then?
Sam: [nods] Yeah, see you later.
Jo: Tell Max I can cover for her tonight if she wants. [since she's already here, and Jo will never get better at the non-verbal, hunters use non-verbal to pull one over on people.. she's doomed]
Dean: I'll let her know. [a pause] Thanks, Jo. [and he heads for the door, flipping a wave over his shoulder]
Sam: [waves back and goes to slide into his brother's empty seat across from her so that he's actually looking at her]
Jo: [smirks] That was not as disastrous as it could've been.
Sam: [laughs] No, definitely better than it could have been.
Jo: [shrugs] What now?
Sam: Well, we were gonna go see a movie, right?
Jo: [thinks] It's Sunday. I think that was if it was... whatever day it was last time. [laughs, shaking her head]
Sam: Oh. So ... something else.
Jo: Possibly. [shrugs and bumps her shoe to his] Other than working in the castle, going to that beach room... and sleeping here? I haven't done much of anything in the castle.
Sam: [thinks for a minute] Wanna check out the shooting range?
Jo: [raises an eyebrow] No betting on my shooting skills.
Sam: [shakes his head] I didn't mean it for that.
Jo: [tilts her head] You didn't mean it for shooting?
Sam: I didn't mean for betting.
Jo: Got it. [shrugs] Sure, we could do that. [though, it does sort of take the fun out of the range if she can't be competitive]
Sam: [he was just thinking so that she knows where it is and can bet off someone else who's not a hunter] Then maybe figure out more later.
Jo: [she's been there though, lots of times, in fact she used to go there at night when she couldn't sleep and hop the fence] Works for me.
Sam: [nods] Cool.
Jo: [stands up and stretches, before relaxing her stance once more and rubbing her neck] I'm gonna check on Eliot and then we'll be good to go.
Sam: [nods as he gets up himself and starts to make his way towards the front of the restaurant]
Jo: [checks in on Eliot and makes sure he's not cooking himself in circles before she heads to join Sam] All set.
Sam: Let's go.
Jo: [and so they went]
What: Sam bumps into Jo leaving Caritas, he walks her home, he stays the night, he leaves in the morning, gets caught by Dean, they talk for a bit, they take the dogs out, they talk some more, Jo joins them later, they head to the Lux for breakfast...
When: After this on Saturday June 19th through Sunday June 20th (early afternoon)
Where: the City, Jo's apartment, Dean and Sam's room, and then the Lux
Rating: PG-13
Note: Again this is an epically long log that stretches between Saturday Night into Sunday Morning
Jo: [it wasn't nearly as bad as she had built up in her head, but she'd seen Lindsey perform, gotten amused by Eliot glowering in the corner and now she was done with the bar that had a spell put on it... and was owned by a demon that could read you when you sang... now she was headed outside, back to her place]
Sam: [was heading over because he felt like getting out of the castle for a while, and frowns when he spots her coming out of the bar] Jo?
Jo: [so much for a clean getaway, smiles up at him] Hey, Sam.
Sam: [smirking. just a little] Enjoy the show?
Jo: [rubs her hand to her elbow a bit with a shrug] I'm friends with Lindsey, I said I'd try to make it out... [it just took her a few weeks to do it]
Sam: [nods] Not a bad place, right?
Jo: [takes a slow deep breath] It was alright.
Sam: [headtilt] What? It's just a karaoke bar.
Jo: It's got a spell on it. [a look] A spell the demon that owns it, put on it. [granted, she hasn't met Lorne, and that would probably diffuse any thought that she assumed he was building a trap of some sort]
Sam: A protection spell. A spell that protected a lot of people when we had a mass murderer wandering around.
Jo: [sighs] Yeah, well I didn't get hurt, yet, so it's fine. Besides, I shaved my legs and I said I'd try. I wasn't gonna just stay at home.
Sam: [nods] Fair enough.
Jo: [steps away from the door, gesturing] Don't let me stop you though. I've done my good friend deed of the evening. I showed up.
Sam: [shrugs] Not like I have anyone in there waiting for me.
Jo: [a look] Well, I'm headed back to my apartment. If you want to keep me company, I won't say no.
Sam: [thinks it over for a moment before nodding] Sure. Sounds good.
Jo: [amused smirk] Really? Just... change your plans to go to the bar to walk me home?
Sam: [shrugs] Go to a bar and sit by myself, maybe talk to Lorne if he isn't too busy, or walking you home. I didn't really have any plans.
Jo: [shrugs] Alright. [and she'll turn to start walking back to her place] Did you have problems with those spiders? [cause small talk is good while they walk]
Sam: Other than them being everywhere? Not really. Alice wasn't so fond of them, though -- they tended to get everywhere.
Jo: [laughs] I'm sure. [so glad she wasn't there for that, and have some more walking in silence] I'm glad the weather has been nice. I've been reading back in the journal, I guess it's fond of summer a lot. So I've been trying to enjoy this weather more.
Sam: [nods] Yeah, summer's usually pretty nice. Better than the tons of snow that we get during the winter.
Jo: I wouldn't mind the snow. It's easier to wear more layers, it's harder to take off more clothing when there's not much left to... [and she's gonna stop talking about that and just keep walking]
Sam: [a bit of a cough] Yeah. I get that.
Jo: [laughs and thankfully, her apartment wasn't too far off from the bar, so she's at the door and glancing to him] Wanna come in for a beer? Since you didn't get one at the bar?
Sam: [nods] Sure.
Jo: [holds open the door and heads up the stairs to her apartment, unlocking the door and leaving Sam to shut the door as she moves to the kitchen, tugging her Keds off as she goes, dropping them near the dining room table]
Sam: [does so, before following her into the kitchen] They figured out what was causing those nightmares.
Jo: [turns to him, handing him a beer from the fridge and grabs the bottle opener from the drawer - no twist offs allowed here -] Oh? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Sam: Well, it turns out someone was dosing the food with some kind of compound.
Jo: [a look] So it wasn't the castle or someone on a loss projecting their weirdness out on accident? [moves toward the front room, taking a seat in the chair] That's crazy, that someone would do that to other people, on purpose. How'd they even figure that out?
Sam: There was some kind of survey thing? And they figured out that the one common denominator with everyone was that they ate from the kitchen.
Jo: Survey says... poisoned food. Ugh. That's bad though. I mean, everyone eats, that had to be awkward to assume that was it.
Sam: Yeah, well -- species came into it to, because some people who ate from the kitchen weren't effected. Tolerance levels or something like it.
Jo: [makes a face, she might not be pro-demon, but she's also not pro-people-poisoning folks either] So humans targeted or do you think that was just a coincidence?
Sam: I'm thinking coincidence? Because I was effected, and ... [trails off when he realizes that she might not know this about him] ... it's complicated?
Jo: [okay, that gets a look, somewhere between confusion and concern] Because of the whole vessel thing? [she'd ask if it was about the time he was possessed... but... nope, not gonna]
Sam: [shifts uncomfortably] It's a little bit more than that. [a pause] I have ... demon blood.
Jo: [she'd heard about the incident when he was a baby, the whole web search he had Ash do, that raised eyebrows and hunters do talk, plus after everything... she'd heard more than just rumors, but stories about hunters that had done a few less than noble things trying to get a reaction from Sam] I don't think it's the same as you think it is Sam. You were born, you had a mom, a dad, you didn't lose your soul, or take in some darkness and lose your humanity. You're human.
Sam: [shrugs] I had a ghoul tell me my blood tastes different than normal human blood. I'm the only human on the planet that was actually immune to the Croatoan virus. So while mentally, I may be -- I dunno if the same applies physically.
Jo: [sets her beer bottle to the table beside her chair] I don't think blood can change who you are or what you are. Besides, it shouldn't matter here, right? [they made that deal after all]
Sam: Yeah, right. Of course. It doesn't. I still was effected anyway.
Jo: [sadface]
Sam: [takes a seat on the couch] Don't.
Jo: [grins]
Sam: [grins] Better.
Jo: [would totally shove her legs at him, clearly, as a distraction, but just sits where she is for a moment]
Sam: [would clearly appreciate them]
Jo: [contemplates this]
Sam: [waits]
Jo: [goes to sit on the couch near him, still not saying anything, but looking at him expectantly]
Sam: [looks over] Hey.
Jo: [itches her knee] Hi.
Sam: [turns to face her more] So, what's new with you?
Jo: [shoves her foot to his shoulder] Nothing.
Sam: [a bit of a confused/amused look as he leans away from her foot]
Jo: [pouts] Don't like my foot?
Sam: Nah, it's a great foot.
Jo: [pushes lightly so that she flexes the arch of her foot, only her toes pressing] It's a nice leg too, right? [she had shaved them before heading out to that demon bar, shorts required it]
Sam: [eyes wander down past her foot] Yup. Nice leg too.
Jo: [laughs] Am I making you uncomfortable?
Sam: [shakes his head sheepishly] No, you're not
Jo: [smirks, moving her foot and shifting to kneel close beside him] Are you sure?
Sam: [looks up at her] Yeah. I'm sure.
Jo: [rests her chin to his shoulder] How 'bout now?
Sam: [tilts his head so that he's looking at her] Still good.
Jo: [makes a face] Huh.
Sam: What?
Jo: [shrugs and moves off his shoulder] Nothing. I just thought I was more intrusive, was all.
Sam: [shrugs] I like you being intrusive.
Jo: [smirks] Really? That's a rare trait, Sam.
Sam: Only you.
Jo: [that smirk shifts a bit shy, with a curious lift of her eyebrow]
Sam: [smirks back at her a bit, before leaning in and kissing her softly]
Jo: [grins into the kiss, which makes the kiss a bit hard to happen, but she'll focus a bit more on the actual kiss vs. that it's happening and return it]
Sam: [moves his hand across his chest to cup the side of her face as he continues the kiss, before pulling back and resting his forehead against hers to keep her close]
Jo: [exhales softly, not straying too far from him] Goodness.
Sam: [shrugs slightly] Figures I should be the one to make the first move at least once.
Jo: Not complaining.
Sam: Good.
Jo: [long pause is long] So is this just the thing where, we're okay with kissing each other when we're around each other?
Sam: ... I guess? Do you not want to?
Jo: [thinks for a moment] I don't know? I mean, I like this. I really like this. [in fact she'll kiss him again, you know, to prove it]
Sam: [smirks into the kiss] I like it too.
Jo: [pulls back and rests her head to his shoulder] I don't want to be mixed-signals girl either, at all. I don't want to be alone through this either. I mean, [takes a breath] I'm still working on things. I've still got my problems to overcome and things to work through and whatever other psychologist terms I can toss in there, but I don't think I'm still at that point where I need to do it all alone anymore.
Sam: [looks down at her, moving his hand to slide into hers] Do you want me here to help?
Jo: Yes and no? [laughs] Sorry, it's complicated. I just... [shifts to look at him] Sam, I think you've got a lot going on too. I don't want you to just take this as your chance to not deal with your own stuff, because, Hi, I did exactly that when I got here. I shoved it all away and played normal and helped other people and... yeah, it doesn't work.
Sam: I know. And ... that's not what I'm trying to do with you.
Jo: [nods, and believes him] Okay. It's just you know I worry, and I know you worry, and together - we'd probably give each other an ulcer.
Sam: [laughs] That's probably true.
Jo: [laughs] Yeah. [tightens her grip on his hand] I like you being here. I think I actually missed you not being here this week. I just, I don't think I'm ready to move back. In fact, I really like it out here. I also don't want you to leave your brother. So, maybe I'll just come to the castle more. Go back to work. That sort of thing.
Sam: Okay. And I can make trips out here sometime.
Jo: You know, I don't think Eliot would mind if you stuck around and picked up a few shifts. [smirks] The poor guy can't even count his staff to know that he's understaffed.
Sam: [grins] Yeah, I can do that.
Jo: [smiles] Good. [leans over and kisses him again]
Sam: [kisses her back, shifting a little more so that he can pull her closer]
Jo: [is pulled closer, with a bit of a laugh]
Sam: [Sam's a cuddler, remember?]
Jo: [just wasn't expecting to be pulled]
Sam: [he didn't pull hard?]
Jo: [well, she still was amused and didn't mind]
Sam: [just keeps her close for a while. he's officially out of things to say -- he kissed her, so, now he's happy]
Jo: [is okay with the close, she'll relax against him for a bit, but eventually she has an itch, so, she has to move off of him a bit, scratching at her side] Maybe I'm allergic to you.
Sam: [makes a face at that] That's not good.
Jo: [smirks up at him] I know.
Sam: Maybe it's the couch.
Jo: [laughs] Yeah? I like my couch.
Sam: Well, I don't think it's me, or you would have been itchy before.
Jo: Hmmm... maybe I built up an intolerance. Too much Sam.
Sam: [teasing pout]
Jo: [snickers]
Sam: [sticks his tongue out at her]
Jo: [pushes her finger to his tongue]
Sam: [grins as he pulls it back in]
Jo: [brushes her fingers to rest against his jaw, leaning in and kissing him softly]
Sam: [kisses her back, keeping her close]
Jo: [pulls away exhaling softly with a hum]
Sam: [tilts his head up and presses a kiss to her forehead]
Jo: [smiles] See this is nice.
Sam: [smiles back] Yeah, it is.
Jo: [rests her head to his chest] How's Bobby?
Sam: He's good. He's taking Hekyll and Jekyll.
Jo: [pushes up against his chest lightly] Really? Those two insane dogs?
Sam: Yup.
Jo: [laughs] How'd you con him into that?
Sam: I didn't. He offered.
Jo: [surprised look] Really?
Sam: Yup.
Jo: [amused] He's gonna lose all his shoes to them getting eaten.
Sam: Hey, can't say I didn't warn him.
Jo: As long as he was warned.
Sam: He was.
Jo: Then it's his funeral.
Sam: He thinks he can train them.
Jo: Huh. [tilts her head] You know, he might actually be able to do that.
Sam: That's why I let him take them.
Jo: Alice is yours though, right?
Sam: Yes, she's mine.
Jo: [nods] Well, next time you come out here, if you want to bring her, you could.
Sam: She'd like that.
Jo: I can even get her a dish, for water.
Sam: Sure.
Jo: Or... she can drink from the toilet? [a teasing glance]
Sam: [eyebrow raise] I think she does better than the toilet.
Jo: [laughs, moving to climb over him and to sit on his lap] I've never had a pet. I don't know these things.
Sam: [shifts so that she fits better against him] I didn't really have one either. I had a dog once for like -- a week, but it's still been a learning process.
Jo: I thought I had a raccoon once. Mom got ticked that I was trying to feed it.
Sam: [laughs] My dad told me that pets didn't travel well, so I couldn't keep them.
Jo: Two boys and a dog, in the Impala, with John Winchester? Yeah... I don't see that as working out.
Sam: [shakes his head] Not really, no. But I would have taken anything -- a kitten, a frog ... I just wanted a pet.
Jo: A boy and his... hamster.
Sam: Hey, hamsters are great pets.
Jo: They bite.
Sam: Only if you're mean to them.
Jo: [shrugs] Like I said, I never had a pet. I wouldn't have known that. I just think small animal -- small teeth.
Sam: [nods]
Jo: But now you've had your fair share of pets.
Sam: I have.
Jo: Just the one from now on?
Sam: Unless Dean leaves again and I need to take Cooper.
Jo: [shakes her head, and brushes her hand to his cheek] Hey, don't do that.
Sam: [shrugs] It's happened before.
Sam: He usually comes back.
Jo: [leans in close, resting her forehead to his] Well, don't think like that until you have to.
Sam: [nods slowly] Okay. I won't.
Jo: [totally doesn't buy it] Okay.
Sam: [it really doesn't bother ... okay, well, it bothers him, but he lived through it once. He could do it again]
Jo: [she can't imagine how it would be, but she knows how much she misses her mom] If you want to talk about anything, Sam. You don't have to protect me from it.
Sam: [leans back into the couch a bit before smiling at her] I'm okay, Jo. Really.
Jo: [nods, brushing her fingers through his hair lightly] Okay.
Sam: [smirks a bit before leaning in to kiss her again]
Jo: [smiles into the kiss, pulling back after a bit, sitting up on his lap] Speaking of Dean... he came by the other day.
Sam: [looks up at that] Oh yeah?
Jo: [nods] Yeah.
Sam: How'd it go?
Jo: [shrugs] Alright? I didn't leave the room? [laughs]
Sam: [grin] That's good.
Jo: He says the front room is too yellow.
Sam: Well, Dean isn't exactly known for his interior decorating.
Jo: Well, you both lived in motels for most of your lives. I'm pretty sure if it doesn't have mirrors on the ceiling it doesn't meet his standards.
Sam: Very true.
Jo: I told him, that I knew, he knew we were spending time together. He seems to have this wild notion that I like you.
Sam: That so?
Jo: Yeah. [shrugs] Crazy right?
Sam: No idea where he gets these things.
Jo: [leans in and kisses him, pulling away slightly to speak] Maybe he's drinking too much.
Sam: [eyes close a bit with the kiss] He has been doing a lot of that.
Jo: [smiles softly] Good thing we can keep an eye on him.
Sam: Who knows what kind of trouble he would get into if we didn't.
Jo: [laughs] Lucky him.
Sam: [smirk]
Jo: [sighs, staying close] Are you gonna head back to the castle tonight?
Sam: I don't have to.
Jo: Yeah, but you don't have to stay either.
Sam: Do you want me to stay?
Jo: [smirks] Do you want to stay? [sort of surprised that she didn't just blurt out the answer, but she's assuming that she doesn't really have anything to hide at the moment]
Sam: [smiles a bit] Yeah, I do.
Jo: Then stay.
Sam: Okay.
Jo: I'm sure the couch is comfy. [smirks]
Sam: [laughs] Oh yeah. It's perfect.
Jo: [exhales softly] Good.
Sam: Good.
Jo: [smirks] Or, I mean, you've slept in my bed before. I was on good behavior last time, too.
Sam: Hey, it's your bed. I seem to remember last time that I took up most of the room and stole the covers.
Jo: You do tend to sprawl.
Sam: I do. So, it's a matter of whether or not you want to share.
Jo: [takes a deep breath] I think I can survive. Apparently I'm short, so there's probably room.
Sam: Okay then.
Jo: [smiles] Should I repeat the Okay?
Sam: [laughs] I don't think you have to.
Jo: .... [laughs] I think I have to say okay to that.
Sam: [grins] Do what you have to do.
Jo: I actually... have to use the bathroom. [laughs and moves to get up and head to the bathroom to use it]
Sam: [smirks as he watches her go, before leaning back on the couch again]
Jo: [washes her hands and returns to the room, but sits next to him, instead of on his lap, just leaning against his shoulder]
Sam: [shifts so that he can wrap an arm around her]
Jo: [shuts her eyes] I need a clock, I don't even know what time it is. Going by the sun doesn't work so well once it sets.
Sam: [glances down at his watch] It's late.
Jo: [shifts her shoulder] It feels late.
Sam: We should probably sleep.
Jo: [nods] Such a good plan.
Sam: [starts to shift to get up and take her with him]
Jo: [take her with as in, offering a hand... or as in taking her with]
Sam: [as in using her hand to gently pull her up?]
Jo: [is pulled to her feet, stretching as she stands]
Sam: [lets her lead, after she's finished stretching]
Jo: [wanders toward the bedroom, going to grab her pajamas from the top of the hamper and smirks at him] Are you gonna sleep in your jeans again?
Sam: Not if I don't have to?
Jo: [laughs] You don't have to.
Sam: [grin] Okay.
Jo: [isn't sure if she should change in front of him... he's seen her... but that was because of the castle and ... she'll head to the bathroom to change, just because she's not that bold at the moment]
Sam: [waits for her to go before shedding a couple of layers and his jeans, before sliding under the covers]
Jo: [it's so odd, because they've talked about it now and it's not like anything has really changed, but it does feel a bit odd as she moves back to the room with a bit of a smirk]
Sam: [smirks back at her, before shifting back against the pillows]
Jo: [shakes her head and sets her dirty clothes in the hamper] Well, so far you're taking up an appropriate amount of space.
Sam: We'll see how we do once I'm unconscious.
Jo: [snorts a laugh] Yeah, well, I won't be polite this time.
Sam: Noted.
Jo: [climbs in under the covers beside him and settles on her side, facing him] Night, Sam.
Sam: [shifts down next to her more, stretching out a bit] Night, Jo.
Jo: [totally can't sleep on this side, so she'll roll over again, putting her back to him, pressing her hand beneath the pillow and settling in with a deep breath in and then out]
Sam: [shifts a bit closer, tentatively sliding his arm across her waist]
Jo: [reaches for his hand and laces her fingers to it, letting it settle there]
Sam: [pulls her closer so that she's pressed against him]
Jo: [shifts beside him, settling against him, shutting her eyes and trying to steady her breathing]
Sam: [closes his eyes as well and starts to drift off]
Jo: [she's still not one to fall to sleep easy, but having someone else there does help, so after a while she'll drift off as well, trying not to focus so much on anything other than the fact that she's okay right now]
Sam: [drops off pretty quickly, keeping her close]
Jo: [will totally elbow him if he tries to shove her out of bed]
Sam: [he wouldn't dare]
Jo: [just putting that out there]
Jo: [stirs from her sleep and shoves at Sam, since the sun does tend to stream into her room and make it hot, and having a Yeti of a guy hanging on you makes it even hotter]
Sam: [grunts a bit, before rolling over from where he was shoved]
Jo: [kicks the covers off of her, too, not exactly wanting to get up out of bed yet] I need heavier curtains. [rubs at her face]
Sam: [mumbles as he stretches out a bit -- not in a direction that he would hit her though]
Jo: [shoves him regardless, lighter than earlier though] Watch it.
Sam: [smirks] Morning.
Jo: [chuckles] Morning. [covers her eyes with her forearm] Do you know what time it is?
Sam: [glances at watch] Early.
Jo: [would make fun of him for sleeping with his watch on, but figures it's force of habit from the hunt] Too early. [stretches, but still not moving from the bed]
Sam: [nods lazily] Agreed.
Jo: [exhales, before yawning, then when that's done] You slept on the wrong side.
Sam: I did?
Jo: [nods, but doesn't look at him, just keeping her arm over her eyes, blocking out that horrible sunlight] I didn't even realize it until I was falling asleep.
Sam: ... Oh.
Jo: [itches her side] I can't sleep on my left side and... [there's a pause here] I didn't really want to sleep with my back to you, but I had to, because I had to sleep on my right side.
Sam: [actually turns to look at her, waking up a little more at that] Okay. I'll remember for next time. [a beat] If there is one.
Jo: [stretches her arm up, lifting it away from her eyes and glancing to him] Okay.
Sam: [small smile] How'd you sleep otherwise?
Jo: [shrugs, still sort of waking up] Alright. I didn't wake up before this, at least. [she still has nightmares, but really they're mixed up now with odd ramblings of castle things, so they don't make much sense at all] You?
Sam: [nods] Pretty well.
Jo: Good. [glances around, propping herself up on her elbows] I should... get up. [pushes her foot to his leg] You too.
Sam: [smirks and nods] Sure. [goes to reach for his jeans]
Jo: [smirks] You are gonna come home in the same clothes you wore last night.
Sam: [glances down, before looking over at her] Well, I don't think I'll fit in yours.
Jo: [laughs, a look of disbelief] Do you think I'd even want to risk you trying?
Sam: [laughs] So between the two options, it's not like I have a choice.
Jo: [shrugs] Have fun explaining to Dean. [gets up and moves toward the bathroom, but keeps the door open since she's just brushing her teeth]
Sam: [shrugs himself before heading over to lean in the doorway] It's nothing I can't handle.
Jo: [talks over the toothbrush a bit] Oh, you can handle it? [spits in the sink, using her hand to cup at the water and rinse her mouth] Well, I'm glad you can handle it. [smiles before going to brush her teeth more, grinning over the brush, as she works up foam again]
Sam: [laughs] Good.
Jo: [finishes brushing her teeth and wipes her mouth off with the washcloth] I have another brush if you want? [opens the drawer and pulls it out, offering the package to him, her eyebrows lifting in amusement] I could get you a little cup, though I think a normal cup will look little in your hands.
Sam: [takes the toothbrush] I think I'm good without the cup.
Jo: [shrugs and moves to go sit on the edge of the tub] 'Kay.
Sam: [goes to start brushing his teeth]
Jo: [watches] Did you have plans today?
Sam: [spits because he doesn't have her talking around toothbrush skills] Not really, no.
Jo: [maybe Jo just is okay with biting on bristles when she holds the toothbrush, either way she shrugs] Well, if you want, I could come down to the castle later? It's Sunday, so nothing big going on - but maybe there's something?
Sam: [nods] Sure. Sounds like fun.
Jo: [nods] Okay. [draws her foot up to press to the edge of the tub, hugging her leg to her chest]
Sam: [finishes brushing and turns back to look at her]
Jo: This is different than the other times you stayed, isn't it. [makes a face as she thinks about it]
Sam: [leans back against the sink] A little bit, yeah.
Jo: [looks up at him] It's not bad, but it's... [smiles] Yeah, I don't know what it is.
Sam: Well, not bad still isn't ... bad, right?
Jo: [laughs] No, I don't think it's bad. [shrugs] Maybe we shouldn't worry about how it's different.
Sam: Maybe not.
Jo: [smiles, standing up off the edge of the tub and moving out of the bathroom, since it's possible that it's not big enough for both of them] So... what now?
Sam: [glances down] I should probably go change.
Jo: [laughs as she moves down the hall] I need to get dressed too. Actually dressed. Like showered and dressed.
Sam: Yeah. But we could meet up later?
Jo: [nods] I'd like that.
Sam: Okay. Good.
Jo: [kind of hovers in the front room, wondering if this is him leaving... and if so what should be happening...]
Sam: [turns back to look at her, wondering if she's okay]
Jo: [a look] What?
Sam: [shakes his head] Nothing. I should go.
Jo: [nods] Okay. [goes toward the door, resting her hand to the doorknob]
Sam: [follows, watching her as he goes]
Jo: [leans against the door, but doesn't open it]
Sam: [watches her, takes a couple steps forward and one hand comes up to brush the hair away from her face]
Jo: [glances up at him] I mean, we did brush our teeth. [shrugs]
Sam: [smirks a bit at that, before leaning down and brushing a soft kiss to her lips]
Jo: [returns the kiss, just as softly, smiling against his mouth]
Sam: [holds it for a second, before pulling back to look at her again] I'll see you later.
Jo: [smiles up at him with a light hum] Okay. [backs away from the door, opening it]
Sam: [makes his way out to the rest of the castle]
Jo: [and heads to take a shower and get ready for whatever she'll do today, oh and breakfast would be good too at some point]
Sam: [is trying to sneak in without disturbing the dogs. Dean, he's not worried about but if Alice and Cooper start barking, he's in trouble. sneaking sneaking sneaking door closes a liiiiiiiiittle too loudly annnnnnnd]
Dean: [and off go the dogs and up gets Dean. it's like magic!] ... dude, what ... ?
Sam: [cringes] Sorry.
Dean: It's cool. [not really, seeing as how he was crashed out, but he'll get over it. rubs at his eyes] Time's it?
Sam: [glances down at his watch] Early. Go back to sleep.
Dean: [hums a bit and stretches back out, more than willing to take him up on that offer. ... or he would be if he weren't wide a-friggen-wake now. lays there for a few minutes and then sits back up, sighing] Not happenin'.
Sam: [is feeding the dogs and shrugs at that] Sorry, dude.
Dean: Eh, whatever. I'll just take a nap later or somethin'. [a beat as he realizes something] ... hey, weren't you wearin' that shirt yesterday?
Sam: [pause, before glancing down and shrugging] Maybe.
Dean: Tryin' to relive your college glory days? [it hasn't quite clicked that he came in from outside the room, too, just yet]
Sam: [snorts] Not really. Just haven't hit the shower yet.
Dean: And you felt the need to lose the footy pajamas, because ... ?
Sam: [sighs as he puts the dog food away] Passed out before I changed, that's all.
Dean: [and NOW it hits him] ... wait. Weren't you out last night?
Sam: ............. Maybe.
Dean: [grins instantly, ready, willing and able to jump all over this] Bow chicka bow wow.
Sam: Dude. It wasn't like that.
Dean: Uh huh.
Dean: It's okay, Sammy. Every little boy has to lose their virginity some day. [a beat] ... dude, that sounded SO wrong. I take it back.
Sam: [laughs] Seriously. It wasn't like that.
Dean: You wanna tell me how it was?
Sam: I was hanging out with Jo.
Dean: ... from what she told me, that merits the porno music.
Sam: [shocked face] What?
Dean: [just laughs. that was mostly for reaction]
Sam: [throws a pillow at him]
Dean: [makes a little oof sound -- is awake enough to bust his stones, but not awake enough to catch the pillow before it hits him, apparently. drapes his arms over where the pillow fell in his lap] Seriously, though, man. She said you guys were kinda ... seeing each other. I figure in the big kid world, that leads to k-i-s-s-i-n-g.
Sam: [blinks, stammers] We're not -- no, Dean. We're just friends. [ish, he kissed her this morning, and it was a little more than the other times that were castle induced or because they were drunk, or any other pile of excuses] Really.
Dean: [isn't sure if he buys that -- mostly because when Jo told him they were spending time together, he took that to mean they were seeing each other -- but whatever. he'll at least pretend] Alright, dude.
Sam: Alright. [and is going to grab stuff to hop in the shower]
Dean: [is going to ... pretend to sleep or something]
Sam: [showers, cleans up, gets changed, etc]
Dean: [staring at the ceiling. man, these crappy ceiling tiles are interesting]
Sam: [comes out and grabs the leashes] I'm gonna take Alice out, want me to take Cooper too?
Dean: I could come with you, if you want. [shrugs] Not like how many things are on the ceiling's gonna change while we're out.
Sam: [shrugs] Sure. [tosses the leash at him]
Dean: [catches it, shifting to the edge of the bed so he can get to his feet and get the dog on it]
Sam: [gets Alice on the leash and starting to head towards the door]
Dean: [gets Cooper on about the same time, though he has to pause for a second to put his boots on. moves after him when he's ready to go]
Sam: [and they head outside where the sun's shining and the parrots are squawking]
Dean: [argh! parrots!] Those things really gotta go, or else they're all gonna end up slightly shotgunned.
Sam: [laughs] I think a few people have already done that.
Dean: [mutters] Friggen hate birds.
Sam: At least it's not bugs.
Dean: [yikes, yeah] Yeah, that job sucked. [makes a face] All the damn spiders are almost as bad, though.
Sam: They're gone at least.
Dean: Thank God for small miracles.
Sam: [nods as he lets Alice off the leash to nose around a bit]
Dean: [does the same with Cooper, and after a moment] ... so what'd you and Jo do last night? [yeah, he's still stuck on that]
Sam: I met up with her Caritas, walked her home -- we talked. That's it.
Dean: That's the bar that demon guy owns, right?
Sam: Yeah. It's actually a pretty nice place.
Dean: [shrugs a bit] Never been.
Sam: Well, it's a karaoke bar. I don't think it's your type.
Dean: Yeah, no. [makes a face]
Sam: It's not bad though. Lorne, the guy who owns it? He reads people's futures when they sing.
Dean: ... you realize how creepy that is, right?
Sam: It's not like he has a choice, man. It's just the way he's built. You don't want him to read your future, don't sing around him.
Dean: Remind me to lay off the Journey, if I ever run into him.
Sam: [laughs] Will do.
Dean: [flashes him a grin]
Sam: [nods] So what were you up to?
Dean: Not much. [shrugs] I spent most've the day with Bobby, just sorta catchin' up.
Sam: [nods] How's he doing?
Dean: Kinda pissed that it took me a week to get around to him.
Sam: [sighs] Yeah, I probably would be too.
Dean: Me, too, but ... I dunno, man. I just don't wanna do the big family reunion thing with everyone, you know? I like the whole one-on-one thing.
Sam: [nods] I get that. [a beat] Talk to Max?
Dean: Sort of? I'm gonna drop by and see her later today.
Sam: Good.
Dean: Yeah. [hesitates] I gotta tell you, though, I dunno how she's gonna take the whole ... going back to some other chick back home thing.
Sam: ... Well, Dean -- can you go back to her back home?
Dean: Lisa or Max?
Sam: Max.
Dean: Oh, uh .... yeah, no.
Sam: I don't think she can hold it against you.
Dean: Hope you're right, dude. I don't wanna take a two week vacation.
Sam: [laughs] I doubt she'll kill you over this.
Dean: Hell hath no fury, Sam.
Sam: Dude, she has more common sense than that.
Dean: Yeah, but you can't blame a guy for bein' paranoid. [shrugs a bit]
Sam: Yeah, guess not.
Dean: [shrugs a bit, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans]
Sam: [looks out and watches the dogs]
Dean: [looks out to the dogs, too]
Jo: [look who has fantastic timing - it's Jo, having showered, dressed, and headed toward the castle, she's sort of shocked to see the boys out with the dogs and waves at them, heading over]
Sam: [waves when he sees her] Hey, Jo.
Dean: [can't help but flash a smirk at Sam, though he tries to hide it. fakes a cough, reaching up to cover it until the look is gone, and then] Yo.
Jo: [tries to count the dogs running around, she knew that Sam mentioned Bobby taking the others, but she wasn't sure if Sam hadn't offered to walk them or something] Everything okay? [because, they seem like they were in the middle of a conversation -- and if she should -- not be there...]
Sam: [he's giving you a look at that, Dean, before turning back to her with a small smile] Nah, everything's good.
Dean: [little 'dude, what?' look] What he said. We were just shootin' the shit.
Jo: [laughs, shaking her head] Alright. [glances to Sam...] He gave you a hard time, didn't he.
Sam: Just a little one.
Dean: [amused] M'I that obvious?
Jo: [a look] How 'bout I know you that well.
Sam: What she said.
Dean: ... good point.
Jo: [amused sound] You guys eat yet?
Sam: Nope.
Dean: You offerin' to make breakfast happen?
Jo: [shrugs] I'm thinking we could see if Eliot's at the Lux, if not then there's toast.
Sam: Sure. Works for me.
Dean: Sounds good.
Jo: [gestures toward the dogs] You wanna bring them back to wherever and meet me there?
Sam: [nods before whistling for Alice to come closer. She'll say hello to Jo before moving back over to Sam]
Dean: [Sam whistles, he claps his hands and shouts for the dog to come and Cooper does. and the dog bugs Jo for a minute, too, before letting Dean get the leash back on]
Jo: [isn't entirely against the dogs, but she still gets a bit flinch-y when they come toward her, but she still lets them sniff around her] So, I'll see you two in a bit?
Sam: [puts the leash back on Alice] Yup. See you then.
Dean: [flashes her a quick, apologetic look] See you in a few, Jo.
Jo: [heads toward the castle, leaving the boys to be brothers for a bit longer, and gets to the Lux to poke around and try to find Eliot and get him to COOK THEM SOME FOOD. which, Eliot will do, because -- well, he's Eliot and it's his job]
Sam: [they all appreciate it Eliot. Sam'll just walk Alice back to the room and leave her some water since it's hot out]
Dean: [does the same so that they don't fight over the water bowl] Ready?
Sam: Yup. Let's go.
Dean: 'kay. [heads out]
Sam: [follows]
Dean: [and thus were they down at the Lux. hurrah!]
Jo: [and she's leaning over the bar trying to grab something, without walking all the way around it, while she waits for Eliot to bring the food out, and waits for the boys to show up, she just needs longer arms... or to be less lazy]
Sam: [stops close to her, head tilts just a bit before he remembers that his brother's behind him and straightens, then clears his throat]
Dean: [saw you seeing her, man. smirks at him again, then shoots a glance at Jo] Havin' issues there, short stuff?
Jo: [drops her feet back to the ground, turning around quickly, the dishrag in her hand, she hadn't heard them, stupid loss letting them get the drop on her...] Nope. I got it. [goes to wipe down the table, and a few others while she's at it, just helping out]
Sam: [nods a bit, before moving to lean against the bar. going to ignore you smirking at him Dean]
Dean: [leans against the bar, too, watching Sam] ... so. Absolutely nothin' between you two.
Jo: [and her hand stops for a moment on the table, biting her tongue before continuing and moving back toward the boys tossing the rag over the bar with a shrug] No clue what you're talking about. [shrugs, grateful that wasn't a direct question to her]
Sam: Not even the slightest.
Dean: [looks between the both of them] You realize I could find out yes or no pretty damn quick, right?
Jo: Well aware of the fact, Dean. [a look]
Sam: Dude. Don't.
Dean: [makes a face] It was a joke. Jeeze.
Jo: [shakes her head, glancing back toward the kitchen] Eliot is cooking, so there will be food. Not sure to what amount, since the guy can't count for his life.
Sam: [smirks] Want me to go see how he's doing?
Dean: [shrugs, leaning into the bar a bit further] You wanna, knock yourself out.
Jo: Just make sure he doesn't have a vat of eggs going.
Sam: [nods and heads towards the kitchen]
Dean: [amused as hell] Vat of eggs.
Jo: [an 'I'm serious' glance] He can't count. It's his loss, so he'll break one and then another and another and... I've seen him cook six steaks for a party of two.
Dean: [arches his eyebrows] Yikes.
Jo: [shrugs] I tried to help at least. I set out everything and made sure to tell him not to grab something else.
Dean: [nod] Yeah. [a beat] ... man, that's gotta suck, though.
Jo: Max and I are contemplating hiring him someone to just count and measure things for him. [shrugs] It's rough, but he doesn't seem to let it dissuade him from things.
Dean: Might not be a bad idea. [shifts a bit, stretching]
Jo: I did wipe down a table for a reason, we don't have to linger at the bar.
Dean: Oh, uh ... right. [pushes away from the bar, heading for one of the tables she wiped off]
Jo: [heads over and drops into the seat across from Dean] You get all your visits in?
Dean: Still gotta drop by and see Cas, but ... mostly, yeah. [is counting discussing chicks with Chuck as his visit]
Jo: [nods, tilting to see if she can see flames coming out of the kitchen... then returns her focus to Dean] That's good. Last time I saw Cas he was drunk. I might've talked to him since then, but really after having shots with him and seeing nothing phase him, I can't even imagine how much he drank to get drunk.
Dean: A lot. I got to see that, like, for real.
Jo: [laughs] Yeah... he's sort of blunt, when he's drunk.
Dean: Kinda, yeah. He told Sam he had a grating voice or whatever.
Jo: [smirks] Huh. Speaking of the tall one... [leans again] I think Eliot tied him up or something.
Sam: [comes out of the kitchen with some plates] He almost made twice the number of plates we needed.
Dean: Seriously? [yeah, okay, he gets that's Eliot's loss, but ... that's more difficult to wrap his head around than his inability to remember some demon dude]
Jo: [shrugs and reaches to help Sam put the plates down] You tell him service for two and unless you set out the two plates, he'll make food until he thinks it looks right.
Sam: It's not that bad. From what Max and Cordy say he's gotten a little better.
Dean: It just weirds me out. [shrugs?]
Jo: [shrugs] It's a loss. I can't do a lot of things, which sucks, but most of it is only in present company.
Sam: I ... really can't complain about mine.
Dean: No complaints here, either. I think.
Jo: [makes a face] Well... I try not to complain.
Sam: Mine only got me into a hell of a lot of trouble back home. I'm better off without it.
Dean: So, uh ... go us?
Jo: [sticks her tongue out at Dean, before starting to eat, because that'll keep her from saying something ridiculous]
Sam: [starts to eat himself with a bit of a smirk]
Dean: [eyebrow arches all around. goes to eat his breakfast]
Jo: [there's probably moments of small talk while they eat and depending on where Sam sat, there's possibly a lot of focus on making sure both of her hands are above the table]
Sam: [if Jo and Dean are sitting across from each other and they're at a table instead of a booth, Sam probably sat on the corner to them]
Dean: [awkward, nevertheless!]
Jo: [table is less awkward than a booth at least? and at least Max hasn't shown up to turn this into some weird double date of not really a date]
Sam: [yes. at least there's that]
Dean: [still awkward! and in an attempt to fix that, around a mouthful] ... so, uh ...
Jo: Hmmm? [swallows that mouthful and takes a sip of water]
Sam: [looks back at his brother as he chews]
Dean: Dunno. Was just sort've tryin' for that whole small talk thing.
Jo: Like -- how 'bout those really loud birds - type small-talk?
Sam: Those loud birds are starting to really suck.
Dean: Dude, seriously.
Jo: [smirks, shaking her head] Maybe they'll go away. I mean, the crazy gators did, right?
Sam: Yeah, but not soon enough.
Dean: I'm hopin' they don't hang out all summer. That'd suck.
Jo: Yeah. I'd shoot some of them. [a firm nod, before she finishes her food - girl can eat - and takes a sip of her water]
Sam: I think if I did that it might make them worse.
Dean: ... wait, what? [shooting birds would make them worse?]
Jo: Do you think killing them would make the rest of them form a union? [a look]
Sam: Given my track record with the castle? They'd just come back louder.
Dean: ... right, yeah, good point. [makes a face] So, uh ... no shootin' the damn birds.
Jo: [laughs, pushing her plate away from her a bit and leaning back in her chair] Poor Sam.
Sam: I'm used to it by now.
Dean: Still. Sucks to be you, dude.
Jo: [shakes her head and pushes up from the chair to take her plate, perhaps others too if they're empty, back to the kitchen to put them in the dishwasher]
Sam: [Sam's pretty much done -- even though he eats like a bird, he eats pretty quickly]
Dean: [yeah, Dean's done, too] Thanks, Jo.
Jo: It is my job. [takes them and she disappears into the back for another undetermined amount of time]
Sam: [leans back in his seat with a slow breath] So.
Dean: Buttons.
Sam: [eyebrow] Buttons?
Dean: Yeah. [shrugs] You know. So. Sew?
Sam: [soft laugh] Hah.
Dean: [grins] Glad you went there with me on that.
Sam: Anytime, Dean.
Dean: [leans back in his chair] But, yeah. So.
Sam: You really doin' okay?
Dean: Yep. [arches his eyebrows] You?
Sam: Yeah. I'm okay.
Dean: Just checkin'.
Sam: You know how weird it's going to be to be normal here, right?
Dean: Yeah, I know. [makes a little face] But like I said, dude, I think I'm done with all the crazy crap. [though he'll probably go hunt zombies or whatever if they show up around Halloween again]
Sam: Dude, I'm right there with you.
Jo: Right where with him?
Dean: Uh ... [not sure how to answer that one?]
Sam: On just being normal for a while. Or as normal as we can get here.
Jo: [nods] Gotcha. [a glance to Sam... because they were supposed to hang out, but if hanging out is with Dean that's totally cool, but there needs to be some sort of silent communication thing going on - even though she's not a Winchester - as she takes her seat again]
Dean: [arches his eyebrows, looking between them, and then] If, uh, I'm third-wheeling here, I can get lost.
Sam: [glances back at Jo, before shrugging] Well, you did say you were going to see Max.
Jo: [shrugs, because clearly her whole non-verbal communication with Sam was super obvious]
Dean: [yeah, that was a little fail. they'll get better. shrugs, too, pushing away from the table] I'll catch you guys later, then?
Sam: [nods] Yeah, see you later.
Jo: Tell Max I can cover for her tonight if she wants. [since she's already here, and Jo will never get better at the non-verbal, hunters use non-verbal to pull one over on people.. she's doomed]
Dean: I'll let her know. [a pause] Thanks, Jo. [and he heads for the door, flipping a wave over his shoulder]
Sam: [waves back and goes to slide into his brother's empty seat across from her so that he's actually looking at her]
Jo: [smirks] That was not as disastrous as it could've been.
Sam: [laughs] No, definitely better than it could have been.
Jo: [shrugs] What now?
Sam: Well, we were gonna go see a movie, right?
Jo: [thinks] It's Sunday. I think that was if it was... whatever day it was last time. [laughs, shaking her head]
Sam: Oh. So ... something else.
Jo: Possibly. [shrugs and bumps her shoe to his] Other than working in the castle, going to that beach room... and sleeping here? I haven't done much of anything in the castle.
Sam: [thinks for a minute] Wanna check out the shooting range?
Jo: [raises an eyebrow] No betting on my shooting skills.
Sam: [shakes his head] I didn't mean it for that.
Jo: [tilts her head] You didn't mean it for shooting?
Sam: I didn't mean for betting.
Jo: Got it. [shrugs] Sure, we could do that. [though, it does sort of take the fun out of the range if she can't be competitive]
Sam: [he was just thinking so that she knows where it is and can bet off someone else who's not a hunter] Then maybe figure out more later.
Jo: [she's been there though, lots of times, in fact she used to go there at night when she couldn't sleep and hop the fence] Works for me.
Sam: [nods] Cool.
Jo: [stands up and stretches, before relaxing her stance once more and rubbing her neck] I'm gonna check on Eliot and then we'll be good to go.
Sam: [nods as he gets up himself and starts to make his way towards the front of the restaurant]
Jo: [checks in on Eliot and makes sure he's not cooking himself in circles before she heads to join Sam] All set.
Sam: Let's go.
Jo: [and so they went]