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]

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.

[eyeofthetiger]

"Good." Which is all he's saying on the subject because, well. He can't really blame Jo for taking him out when she did. She'd been here for how long before he showed up? A person changes in that amount of time and now Dean knows.

He'll just have to make sure to watch his own back the next time the Gods decide to make sport of 'em.

"So what are we having beside stew? I thought I saw a pie lurking off in the corner of that pic you sent me. Am I wrong?"

[knifecollecting]

Jo hates herself for giving in, honestly. She regrets shooting him, especially in the back. She regrets a lot of things that have happened here, honestly.

"I got the cave's equivalent of apples, but it'll still taste a little weird." She smiles wryly, trying to move on.

[eyeofthetiger]

"Is that a good weird or a bad weird? Because if it tastes like motor oil, I'm going to have to start questioning your culinary skills."

As for the regret business, Dean has fewer regrets now then he should, but he's still got plenty to fill up the bushel basket. Besides, how can he blame Jo when the Gods were the ones screwing with them? Just because she wasn't possessed didn't mean she still had a choice. Even though it kind of does mean that. She could've at least tried to resist.

[knifecollecting]

"I promise it doesn't taste like motor oil." She shakes her head, moving into the kitchen and gesturing to the table.

"Have a seat, we'll eat in a minute."

She did try to fight it. That's why she offered him a team-up instead of just luring him out to immediately shoot him. But it got to her faster than she expected and she was weak. Dean tended to get her defenses down like that.

[eyeofthetiger]

The team up idea hadn't been a bad idea. It was actually a good one considering Dean was used to having someone watch his back. (Now he ain't ever gonna have that again thanks to Hadriel. Sam's body has probably been burned and salted and buried long ago by Bobby.)

"Looks like you have a decent set-up here. You've got roommates, right?"

Or was she living alone? He couldn't remember; he just remembers she hadn't exactly offered to let him stay that first night and just showed him how to find an empty apartment. Now he's definitely thinking it's for the best.

[knifecollecting]

"Yeah, the house is full."

If she had still been in the spiral she probably would have let him move into Amos' old room, which she had never really cleared out. And what was she supposed to do, make him sleep on the couch? She figured he'd want a place of his own.

It was Dean, after all. She didn't think he wanted her edging in on anything.