( so yes, it is the lamest first text known to man. he also spent like forty minutes dwelling on it and typing and deleting and retyping and now here we are after a screw it eye roll directed at himself. )
[ perk of working at a bar and charming the owner on day one: jo pregamed while she closed out for the night so the frisson of anxiety had settled while she walked over, liquid courage and composure.
she knocks once before letting herself in and there is dean. he looks older, like sam, and she knew it was going to be like this but it is still strange. time has passed, entire days and months and years and jo remained the same age. she knows she is dead and she is (usually) mostly okay with that, as okay as a person can be about being dead. when presented with proof that time kept passing however, it still hits like a punch to the gut.
jo bears it with only a soft exhale and a slight widening of her eyes. ]
( Every bit as strange for him as it is for her. He can almost go back into that place in his mind, that guy he was when he knew her. Can just about feel himself, what it was like then, what he felt for her. More vivid than remembering a dream, but still so many miles back it's almost hard to believe.
Never been more aware of how much he's changed than he is right now.
Things always felt weird between them, to him. Not uncomfortable, just... complicated. Like a part of him always knew it wasn't gonna happen, that it was unrealistic given their lives and what they do, but at the same time...
For a long time, then and for years after -- and still sometimes when he reflects back nostalgically at night -- he thought if it could've ever been anybody, it would've been her. If there was even a snowball of a snowball's chance he could have something like Sam kept almost finding, out of anybody he ever met in his life, she'd be the face he pictured.
How much of that is actually his feelings for her and how much of that is putting the idea of her and who she could be on a pedestal? Hell, he can't even guess.
Doesn't matter anymore, does it? He's gotta be another decade older than her, he's so far from who she knew, she feels so goddamn young when he looks at her... There are about twelve other reasons he can think of why he can't think about this.
But that's just one small, selfish piece to the bigger picture - she's family. Doesn't matter if Dean's got crap to work through, doesn't matter if it's complicated, doesn't matter what she thinks about this new crappier, worse version of him. She's firmly under the umbrella of family, and that's a thick rope for him. It supersedes everything else entirely. )
Hey.
( Ah yes, what a succinct summary of all these things swimming around in his head. Such emotional. Such bond. Wow.
But you know what? It's cool, he can slip into screw it mode and just partition that first half off behind a nice thick wall. Where that first hey might've been a little rough, a little telling, his countenance flips into nonchalant right after. )
So this is weird, here's a beer.
( Bluntly; sitting down and sliding the bottle toward her in the same movement. )
[ jo writes "haha i'd kill myself" and then quickly deletes it when she feels the uncomfortable swoop in her stomach reminding her that already happened.
instead, eventually, ]
would have realized you're a furry if that were true
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@robert.plant
( so yes, it is the lamest first text known to man. he also spent like forty minutes dwelling on it and typing and deleting and retyping and now here we are after a screw it eye roll directed at himself. )
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really?
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but john bonham was the heart of that band
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but plant was the sex appeal
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when'd you get here? you doing alright? you wanna maybe come over and have a beer? talk, catch up or whatever?
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I can swing by after work but you're providing the beer
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( It's to his apartment rather than the bar; not quite up and running yet, and he thinks it's good for her to know where they live. )
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[ a few hours later jo texts again with: ] be there in 15
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( He'll have it cleared out. Sam's out, Cas is at work. He's got a couple beers sitting out, one of which he started stress drinking already. )
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she knocks once before letting herself in and there is dean. he looks older, like sam, and she knew it was going to be like this but it is still strange. time has passed, entire days and months and years and jo remained the same age. she knows she is dead and she is (usually) mostly okay with that, as okay as a person can be about being dead. when presented with proof that time kept passing however, it still hits like a punch to the gut.
jo bears it with only a soft exhale and a slight widening of her eyes. ]
Hey.
[ NAILED IT ]
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Never been more aware of how much he's changed than he is right now.
Things always felt weird between them, to him. Not uncomfortable, just... complicated. Like a part of him always knew it wasn't gonna happen, that it was unrealistic given their lives and what they do, but at the same time...
For a long time, then and for years after -- and still sometimes when he reflects back nostalgically at night -- he thought if it could've ever been anybody, it would've been her. If there was even a snowball of a snowball's chance he could have something like Sam kept almost finding, out of anybody he ever met in his life, she'd be the face he pictured.
How much of that is actually his feelings for her and how much of that is putting the idea of her and who she could be on a pedestal? Hell, he can't even guess.
Doesn't matter anymore, does it? He's gotta be another decade older than her, he's so far from who she knew, she feels so goddamn young when he looks at her... There are about twelve other reasons he can think of why he can't think about this.
But that's just one small, selfish piece to the bigger picture - she's family. Doesn't matter if Dean's got crap to work through, doesn't matter if it's complicated, doesn't matter what she thinks about this new crappier, worse version of him. She's firmly under the umbrella of family, and that's a thick rope for him. It supersedes everything else entirely. )
Hey.
( Ah yes, what a succinct summary of all these things swimming around in his head. Such emotional. Such bond. Wow.
But you know what? It's cool, he can slip into screw it mode and just partition that first half off behind a nice thick wall. Where that first hey might've been a little rough, a little telling, his countenance flips into nonchalant right after. )
So this is weird, here's a beer.
( Bluntly; sitting down and sliding the bottle toward her in the same movement. )
@dick.grayson
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my plans include french fries and milkshakes in my pajamas is your offer better than that?
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you're not gonna make me dress up are you?
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alright, if you buy me a milkshake
we can split the fries
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one more stipulation: you let me put glitter on you again
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i'll do it, but only if you do too.
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i like blue, by the way.
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[ puts green back on the shelf ]
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are you sure your power isn't mindreading?
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instead, eventually, ]
would have realized you're a furry if that were true
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i'll meet you by the main entrance.
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