God Bless Us Every One; (CLOSED)

[knifecollecting]

Who: Dean Winchester, Pellaz Cevarro, George Lass, Jo Harvelle
What: Jo has two goals: apologizing and introducing Dean to a few of her housemates that he already might know
Where: House 1402
When: 10/6
Warnings: Language, maybe?

Jo had been avoiding Dean since the paintball event because she felt guilty as hell for shooting him in the back. She didn't even shoot monsters in the back, and Dean was...well.

She sent him two pictures, one, a pot of stew and a pie crust off in the corner, and two, the location of the house. Hopefully he got the message. She might be apologizing, but she wasn't about to beg him to come.

A few minutes later she sends a text to Pell and George, inviting them down because she definitely made too much food. Plus, it was a good idea for Dean to know who to contact in case of an emergency, right?

Comments

[eyeofthetiger]

Oh, he got the message all right and the message was Jo was playing at Hansel and Gretel and enticing him into her pie hut in order to tie him down and bake him like a magpie. Of course, the problem with that theory is what oven would be big enough to hold Dean in the first place? At least, he hopes there isn't one. He might have been contemplating the flames of hell at one point, but he'd like to not go that way until after he's dead. Still...

After letting Jo stew for longer than she probably deserved, Dean texts her a picture of himself outside her house with a six pack of beer in his hands that he'd pilfered from the coliseum while he was held captive there. If she was going to play the PA picture game, he might as well play too. However, he's not a complete dick and after a minute or two, he does actually knock on the door.

Just in case she ain't checking her phone.

[knifecollecting]

It wasn't a PA game, as Jo saw it, but it probably actually was. She wants the benefit of apologizing without saying the words.

Luckily for Dean, stew doesn't burn or overcook and when he finally knocks, Jo almost makes him wait a moment before opening the door, instead pulling it open a few seconds after he knocks.

"Thanks for coming."

[eyeofthetiger]

He cocked a wry smile and shrugged stepping into the house as he does so.

"Yeah well, how could I say no? I brought beer by the way." Which he holds up as though he hadn't just sent a picture of it a few seconds before. Taking in a deep breath, he sighed dramatically. "That smells heavenly. Is stew supposed to be your specialty?" At least he didn't go straight for the pie.

[knifecollecting]

"Dunno if it counts as a specialty when it's just dumping things together." She echoes his smile, gesturing him through to the kitchen.

"Thanks for the beer, it'll go great with the stew."

The pie is dessert, Dean. At least eat some stew.

[eyeofthetiger]

He fully plans to eat the stew. And the pie. And anything else Jo has to offer. He's a professional freeloader, you know; you just don't let food go to waste.

"I figured it was the least I could do considering it's about the only spoils of war I got for getting hit so early in the paint ball game. Never really quite figured out how far you made it though."

He paused rather pointedly.

"Did you at least get the gun?"

He's guessing yes since he never saw hide nor hair of her until the last day, but one never knows. Jo could've just been avoiding him.

[knifecollecting]

She looks rather guilty as he pauses, and then she nods, gesturing up the stairs.

"Don't have it on me right now, but yeah, I got the gun." She certainly was avoiding him and everyone else.

[toiletseat_girl]

[George had been smelling food for a while, which definitely piqued her interest. she's never going to turn down food she didn't have to make. mainly because she's a lousy cool and left to her own devices, she'll just eat food directly out of the can.

once she gets the text, she's on her way down, book abandoned and ready to eat. she blinks in surprise at the sheer amount of food on offer]

Wow. Looks like you went all out. Are we expecting anyone?

[knifecollecting]

[Jo might have gone a little overboard, but she tends to go big or go home - and going home isn't really an option here.]

I invited a friend over. Want some stew?

[toiletseat_girl]

[George has no problem with that. that means leftovers]

Yeah, which friend? And yes, please.

[knifecollecting]

Dean? [There will be plenty of leftovers. Don't worry, George.]

Grab some silverware and a bowl.

[toiletseat_girl]

Dean? Oh, cool. I like him. [yay, food she doesn't have to cook!]

Okay, will do. [heads into the kitchen to get them]

[knifecollecting]

When did you meet Dean? [...Now she's worried.

When George brings her a bowl Jo serves her some of the stew.]

I won't make ya wait until he gets here to eat.

Open

[eyeofthetiger]

[ first option ]

Who knows if he's first or last to the dinner party, but he's sitting on what passes for a couch in this house and flipping through whatever passes for coffee table browsing while he waits for Jo to tell him the food is ready. Hopefully it's a magazine about segways or something since no one actually has a car in this place. As soon as someone draws near, Dean immediately cocks his head up to get a good look at his new found friend.

"Yo, what's up?"

Said as though he lives here. He doesn't, but that's never stopped him before.

[ Second Option ]

Leaning back in his chair, Dean burps and then looks pointedly at the other dinner guests while Jo's back is turn.

"Just so you know, I'm pretty sure that pie is supposed to be mine. If you want a piece, you're gonna have to fight me for it."

Not actually true since Jo wouldn't hesitate to smack him over the head with a ladle, but still. He might as well make it interesting considering it's the first piece of pie he's had in two months and he's used to eating a piece almost every other day. It's the one good thing about how hard he works; the pie never really gets a chance to show.

Second option

[toiletseat_girl]

[George raises an eyebrow in challenge]

Oh yeah? What kind of fight did you have in mind?

[George is an immortal, unaging, unchanging eighteen year old. she could eat that entire pie with nothing to show for it. he has competition]

[eyeofthetiger]

[ Does Dean being a 5 year old at heart count? ]

Arm wrestling. If I lose, you get a piece; if I win, you have to give me yours.

[ sounds fair to him ]

[toiletseat_girl]

[eyes his arms and makes a point of eying her own]

...I think the odds are slightly in your favor in an arm wrestling contest.

[totes not fair]

[eyeofthetiger]

[ he grins ]

Then what would you suggest? If you're gonna say thumb war, I have to say no. I've been in games where people have tried breaking their arms in order to win.

[ well, not quite, but it did lead to an impromptu wrestling match. ]

[toiletseat_girl]

[she grins back]

No, I think the odds are in your favor in a thumb war, too. I was gonna suggest a drinking contest.

[a wrestling match? out of thumb war?]

first option

[pellameno]

Technically, he's probably last, since Pell and George were already home. But Dean was the first to be invited, and the meal is for him, really, they're just being allowed to join in. In his browsing, Dean might notice that there are a lot of medical books lying around in the living area, like someone's been using the space to study. This will all make sense when Pell comes in. They did meet at the clinic, after all.

"Well hello to you, too, Dean." He pulls a long braid over his shoulder and sits down beside the man, mouth curved in a gentle smile. They might not know each other well yet but between what Jo's said and their brief encounter during the fire, he's pretty sure that Dean is a a good guy. "You look well."

[eyeofthetiger]

Shhh... Don't ruin a good impression by lurking around corners, spying on him and Jo when gets there. It ruins every good opportunity Dean has for flirting. Even if he wasn't doing as much as he usually would because, you know, it still smarts that she actually shot him in the back when he wasn't looking.

Ahem, anyway, Dean looks up as he feels someone sit down next to him and his smile is instant even if it's just a hair hesitant because Dean's radar is still a little confuzzled as to whether or not the person next to him is actually a man or a woman. "Oh, it's you. Gotta hand it to you, your advice the other day was spot on." You know, with how to find Jo. "So... How long you've known Jo, anyway?" Because, you know, small talk.

[pellameno]

Pell was actually already downstairs, not really having a room of his own right now -- he's not comfortable enough to move back in with Cal but doesn't want to be in Jo's space all the time. Bad enough he's still sleeping with her, needing the presence of someone to be able to rest. It won't be for much longer, probably, he and Cal are making progress but. He's just not ready.

When his phone buzzes he looks up from his book and sees that it's Jo, from the kitchen, and sure enough something does smell really good. His stomach growls.

He did miss lunch.

Putting his book aside, Pell gets to his feet and heads into the kitchen to see exactly what Jo is making. It looks like stew and... pie? He steps up to the counter and steals a slice of cave-apple, looking at Jo curiously.

"Who's coming over?" Because she's never made them a pie before.

[knifecollecting]

Truth be told, having Pell with her at nights helps her too. With the recent events in the cave reminding her of losing Ash and the Roadhouse, and of the fact they’re trapped underground, having Pell there definitely keeps her calm in the dark. Of course, she hopes Pell and Cal make progress, but she’ll miss it.

When Pell arrives she smiles at him, looking a little guilty as she answers.

“Dean.”

A pie had never occurred to her before Dean came back. Sorry, Pell.

[pellameno]

They can still have sleepovers when things are back to normal. Which he's hoping for but not doing anything to advance towards, too awkward and guilty. He needs a swift kick, honestly.

When Jo mentions Dean, though, Pell smiles. Eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Dean, hmm? I liked him. Very fussy about being healed, though."

[knifecollecting]

Oh, jesus. Jo shakes her head, looking a little shocked.

"He didn't hit you or anything, right?" She's worried about what a young Dean would do to a magic user.

[pellameno]

That's an interesting reaction -- Pell tilts his head worriedly. "What? No, why would he hit me? He just wouldn't let me help him either."