Who; Dean & Jo What; Working and probably being awkward Where; The Barking Spider When; After close Rating; TBD
Dean had fallen into bar work easily, he wasn't a stranger himself to most drinks and had known how to make most of the basics without much help, the rest he picked up quickly. He had a knack for talking to the customers as he served the drinks about easy and meaningless things like cars and music and actually found he didn't mind the job. It was actually kind of nice, getting to shut off the part of him that was Dean Winchester the hunter with more baggage than anyone person should have to have and instead getting to be just Dean for a while.
The only awkward part was Jo. He couldn't help but feel like something had changed between them with her comment, even if she was bound and determined to shrug it off as some joke, and the resulting fallout. Had he known she hadn't known his offhand comment definitely would have been under a filter, but hindsight was 20/20. But she hadn't known and she'd found out over the internet of all things and now it just all felt weird. And for the life of him Dean didn't much know how to handle it. So he mostly spent his first night at the bar avoiding having to talk to her more than he had to and keeping an eye on her from his spot behind the bar, inwardly grimacing every time some jackass checked her out.
He tried not to think about Sam's comment, the not even asking, but stating that he liked Jo. It wasn't a question because it hadn't needed to be one. But it still didn't change anything. It couldn't change anything. He could be her friend, they could joke around and talk but he couldn't pull her into his life more than that, he wouldn't do that to her. She deserved better than the little he could give. He knew it was hypocritical of him. After all he expected Sam to somehow magically be excited about his kid with Lois, he somehow thought Sam capable of returning to a perfectly normal life. But Sam hadn't gone to Hell. Sam hadn't spent months torturing poor bastards and actually enjoying it. The way Dean saw it he wasn't much better than any demon. At least Sam had fallen with the best of intentions, Dean couldn't even claim that.
Except knowing that didn't help with the awkwardness, the weird space that now settled between them. He didn't know how to make it go back to the easy banter they'd had before. And as the other employees filtered out leaving just him and Jo to finish closing up it just seemed that much worse to him. So he focused on something he did know how to deal with, restocking the fridge with bottles of beer.