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.

[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]

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."

[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?

[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.

[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.

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.

[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.

[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]

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 ]

[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]

[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]

"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?"

[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. ]

[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.

[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.

[toiletseat_girl]

Not long after he showed up. And at the party we just had.

[yay, stew! it smells delicious]

Okay, then I won't. [tucks into her food]

[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.

[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?]

[knifecollecting]

Hope he wasn't too bad. [On either occasion.

Jo sits at the table and waits for George's opinion on the food.]

[eyeofthetiger]

Do we even have enough booze for that? I've seen you drink, you know.

[ She can certainly hold her own. She didn't even seem tipsy at all the last time they drank together. And they were dumb teenagers. It's kind of what you do. At least he didn't start throwing punches. ]