Closing Time (Saerian, Dean)
Days had passed since they'd gone to Harry's and gotten the wizard's 'diagnosis' on what had brought her back. Jo was still trying to get it out of her mind. She'd spent her days poring over newspapers, researching in the library and hunting when she could. Nights were spent tending bar and not talking to Dean about the fact that she was still having nightmares and the only thing that helped keep them at bay (sometimes) was sleeping in his arms.
For that matter, she and Dean both hadn't brought up the conversation they'd had about what Phaedra had suggested to each of them, or the fact that Jo had kissed him. She was beginning to wonder if she'd imagined him kissing back. Beginning to wonder if she'd imagined all of it.
She wasn't ready to bring things up. She'd batted the ball into his court and she wasn't sure herself that she was ready to put him in a position where he had to let her down easy. For that matter, she wasn't ready to face those nightmares alone.
So instead, she just kept going at a pace that she knew she wouldn't be able to keep up forever. But for now, it was working just fine.
The night was winding down and Jo did her best to focus on the simple tasks of wiping down the counters, restacking the glasses, making sure the napkins were well stocked for the next night. Music filtered through on the jukebox, giving her mind something to wander to.
There weren't any more customers. It was just about last call and, well, the customers seemed to want to get in earlier these days too.
Now it was just a matter of finding things to keep her busy until she could lock up for the night and head back to the motel.