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Tweak says, "He fell off the roof!"

jo harvelle (reoandknives) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-07-29 01:09:00

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dean winchester

WHO: Jo Harvelle & Dean Winchester.
WHAT: They both need a drink. Desperately.
WHEN: Shortly after they both arrive in the city.
WHERE: Some random bar.
RATING: PG-13.
STATUS: Complete.

Jo closed up her PDA that she'd been using to talk on the boards, still unsure of what the hell she was doing with it, as well as the hundred bucks that was stashed away in her pocket. She wasn't going to complain about the latter, though, but the fact of the matter was, she couldn't blow it all on booze, no matter how much she wanted to. She didn't have anymore money than that hundred bucks, and it wasn't like drinking herself into a stupor would take her back home or help her figure out what she was going to do with herself in this place. What she was going to do with Dean in this place.

She'd never forgotten him, or Sam for that matter, even when she'd first parted ways with them. She'd been angry and bitter back then, after finding out the truth when it came to her father's death, but time had helped heal those wounds. She knew it wasn't right to blame the boys for anything, but holding a grudge didn't seem to matter since she didn't plan on seeing them ever again. And now she was stuck in a weird ass city full of weird ass people, and Dean was right there with her.

Shifting on the stool she was sitting on at the bar, she took a swig of her beer and finished off the bottle, motioning for a second as she waited.

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_waywardson
2009-07-29 05:42 am UTC (link)

He really wasn't sure what had possessed him to meet Jo of all people to get drunk and commiserate over their new found situation. Hell even the Lois chick who knew his brother and some alternate version of him for some reason probably had the potential to be less awkward. But yet there he was, walking (because apparently this place liked to fuck with him in all the parts that mattered) to the bar they'd agreed on wondering just what the hell he was doing.

It could be good though, he figured, they'd have some drinks, talk about the fucked up situation and end the night on better terms than the last time they'd met. Or it could go horribly wrong. And for the life of him he didn't know why it mattered to him that it went well. He'd gone to Hell after all without even a goodbye, though he'd be a liar if he said he almost didn't dial that number a few times in those last weeks. But he'd been bound and determined that her life would be better off without him to fuck it up. He was a Winchester and they brought death and destruction with them anywhere they went.

He walked into the bar and easily spotted the familiar blonde head sitting on a stool. He paused there for a moment knowing full well he could still walk away, stand her up and give her reason to be mad and angry and that would be that. Instead he walked up to the bar and sank easily into the stool next to hers, catching the eye of the bartender before he left.

"Make that two," he said and then turned to her. "Hey, Jo."

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reoandknives
2009-07-29 05:53 am UTC (link)

It was always worse in person. Over the boards it had been awkward and strange enough, but in person, you couldn't really hide anything. Jo had become an expert at ignoring phone calls and texts and emails, since her mother had been sending them day in and day out since she left, at least at first. After a few weeks, all of that stopped, and while Jo was slightly relieved, she was even more upset about the fact that all attempts to contact her had stopped. It was like the door had been slowly closing behind her all that time, and when the calls stopped, the door slammed shut and locked tightly behind her. There was no going back. She supposed she could have gone back home if she wanted, but not anymore. Definitely not anymore.

Turning at the feel of someone else's presence nearby, Jo watched as Dean slumped down onto the stool beside her and ordered himself a beer along with hers. She had to force herself not to stare, but the truth was, it had been a long time. He didn't look different, not really anyway, but she knew he'd somehow changed. She didn't know how, since she didn't know much about what he'd been up to since they'd parted ways last, but it was just obvious in his face.

"Hey," she greeted, giving a small nod of acknowledgment before glancing down at her hands, her thumbs brushing over the label of the empty bottle she'd been holding. "Been a while, hasn't it?" It was an obvious statement she'd turned into a question, but it was the first thought that came to mind, even considering the state they were in now.

	reoandknives 2009-08-01 02:45 pm UTC (link)
	Jo couldn't possibly have felt jealous at Dean's response, just because it was so ridiculous. Besides, she was too relieved that he apparently didn't have a date waiting for him. "Sorry you're missing out," she replied with a slowly forming grin. "I'm surprised you didn't try re-creating another one right here." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)