Who: Dean, Jo Where: A little ways outside of the city When: Night; after this Rating: Could be high Status: Thread, incomplete
She hadn't meant to find herself stranded at a rest stop along the pacific coast highway at one in the morning but then she hadn't meant to find herself in any situation she was lately. It was just another mess to add to the big pile of other messes that had become her life. She had let her head bang down onto her steering wheel, staring at the dash. "I hate you," she had said decisively as though the truck was to blame for everything and could understand her current hatred of it. She supposed she could look at the bright side, at least it hadn't full out died in the middle of the road, at least she had been close to a rest stop that the damn thing had survived long enough to pull into. But she really didn't want to.
And though she hadn't planned it she was in the situation none the less. She figured that this was some big cosmic joke that was being played on her. Hadn't she after all been on this stupid road after driving aimlessly around trying to gather the courage to go see Dean and tell him she had made a mistake. And now it seemed like she had no choice but to face him. She stared up at the sky from where she laid on the hood of her truck. Away from most of the lights of the city she could vaguely make out some stars, though they were still duller than she was used to. She was really beginning to regret her decision to not just sleep in the truck after not being able to get a hold of anyone else. It wouldn't have been the first time the cab of her truck served as bed and she was sure the stiff muscles would be better than the severe awkwardness that was about to occur.