He really did just say that, didn't he? Of course he did. This was Dean Winchester and tact had never ever been his thing. He was brass, bold, and just explicit all the time. She really shouldn't have expected him to hold back now. Especially, when she was bare from the waist down pretty much and no matter how she tugged, the shirt wouldn't go down any further over her legs. She was exposed and in being that way, she'd give him more than enough ammunition to last for a good couple hours, if not a good couple weeks, depending on how long they ended up staying. Her own reprieve? She didn't have to live with him for the time being. She had a roommate and she was pretty sure he had one too-she'd seen some things that couldn't be Dean's hanging around. She could leave whenever she wanted and she fully intended on it. This was as far as it went; no sleepovers involved here.
He was mumbling on about how nice the couch was and Jo knew it was a load of bullshit times a million. He was staring at her legs; the nice leather couch they were currently sitting on had absolutely nothing to do with it and they both knew it. His hand was on the remote, distracted for the moment, flipping through channels. Who knew they had television in hell? Maybe it was just reality television though. It was oddly fitting and Jo might have laughed at her own joke had she not been steaming still from his comment earlier. He went there. Just. Like. That. Her fingers curled in a fist at her side and this time she didn't hesitate. The worst thing? He wasn't expecting it at all. She landed a solid hit to his nose without so much as an ounce of remorse or guilt. "I'm not a fucking farm animal, Dean. Grade A? Really?" To top it all off, she shoved him hard in the shoulder. "Go sit on the floor." She pushed him towards the carpet again.
Did something like this? How about never. It wasn't their lives. They didn't get television time or moments to just sit on a couch. They had to fight evil, bad things and above all, try not to die. Unfortunately, Jo did die and she doubted even if she made it out of there that they'd ever have shared a somewhat "normal" moment like this. "Never. And guess what? We're still not. Floor. Now." In his mind, his little remark probably was a compliment in the worst, backhanded way possible, but Jo could only see it as an insult. What was she? A chicken or something? Seriously? Just thinking about it almost made her land another one in his face. "And I bet you think that was a fucking compliment too, right?"