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.