paradisalogs | restless nights.

Who: Jo Harvelle & Dean Winchester
What: Re-introductions.
Where: 414
When: 1AM Wednesday
Notes: None yet.

Even if Sam hadn't gotten around to telling her, she made a habit of checking the network every few days. Keeping employees around meant keeping track of them. His name stood out like a bright red neon sign. Knowing what to do with the information, that was the question that had been on her mind for a few days. She closed up the Lux later than usual, Chase had a late shift at the clinic and she was planning on catching him in the morning. She was just going to head to the house, feed the dogs then come back to the castle and see if he needed company for those last few hours.

On her way back to the castle, she changed her mind completely. Instead of going up to the second floor, she pressed the button for the fourth floor and leaned against the back wall while the elevator moved up each flight. When the doors opened, she pushed off the wall, her stride determined. She was about sixty-three percent sure he was awake, but only thirty-four percent sure he was in his room. The rest of her wasn't sure she wanted him to be there at all. Either way, when she stood in front of his door, she exhaled. Bringing both hands up to her face, she tipped her head back and took in a slow deep breath, rubbing her face and then dropping her hand to the side as the other knocked on the door.

One more exhale and her chin dropped, taking a step away from the door. She waited to see just how bad of an idea this was going to be, this time.

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First thing he needs to do tomorrow is to install a damn peephole, Dean thinks, when he hears the knock. He puts his beer down, puts his journal away and slides a hunting knife out from under his pillow. He gets up off of bed and moves to press his back against the wall before taking a quick look down the short hallway leading to the front door. He spots the brief movement; the shadow under the door. He knows that whoever or whatever it is out there isn't Sam because for one, Sam would know how to knock, and for another, Sam seems to be doing a good job of avoiding him somehow.

"Who's there?"

She exhales, tipping her head to the side, "It's Jo."

Jo knows the drill and figures that it's going to be a few of the usual tests before Dean wants to let her in and believe it's her. Of course, she's been here long enough that a few hunter tests are the least of her worries in a while.

[ The fact Jo's standing outside his door right now doesn't surprise him in the least. He'd read her journal post, but since he had no clue what to say to her (and he still doesn't know), Dean had thought to just avoid her for the time being. (Which would explain why he hasn't been to the Lux and why he hasn't met Max either.) ]

One second. [ He pours some holy water into a glass, all the while thinking that he should have just pretended to be asleep. The whole her being alive thing doesn't bother him. What bothers him is the heavy guilt he's been carrying with him ever since her death, and he knows he's not ready to face her. He stalls for another minute, clearing up his desk and putting away some clothes he'd bought while he had been in town earlier, and he takes one look around the room.

With all that done, Dean sucks in a deep breath, and he slowly reaches out to open the door. ]

... You know the drill. [ No hello. No nothing. Not yet. Dean holds the glass of water out. ]

[Jo takes in a breath, reaching for the glass and starts to drink it. She'll finish it too, so don't even try to take it from her. When she finishes, she holds the glass in hand with the most annoyed look on her face.]

Ahh. [said just as if she's a three year old finishing the BEST WATER EVER.] So religious. [She purses her lips and gives him an even stare.] Where's the knife?

Edited 2012-10-04 16:50 (UTC)

[ He raises his eyebrows at seeing her finish the whole damn glass, but says nothing.

Keeping hold of his own hunting knife, Dean hands Jo a silver pocket knife. ]

Chick friendly.

[She lets him hold it out there for a moment as she rolls up her sleeve. Stretching her arm outward, she takes the knife from him and slices her arm against the top of her forearm, close to the crook of her elbow. She winces a bit, and knows Chase is gonna want to strangle her for not even cleaning the knife first, but the blood is drawn and she's all set.

She hands the knife back and presses her hand to the cut.]

Anything else?

[ Dean takes a step back and motions for Jo to come on inside. There's a handy dandy symbol to trap demons hidden underneath the carpeting and there's plenty of salt in the room so he's all set. ]

Heard you over the creepy journal. [ Might as well admit that, and the fact he wasn't keen on seeing her so soon. What was he supposed to say to her anyways? 'Good to see you?' 'Glad you're in one piece?' Dean walks into the kitchenette and opens the fridge. ] You want a beer?

Edited 2012-10-05 03:17 (UTC)

[She enters his room and gives it a cursory glance, shaking her head at the request.]

I just got off shift, but thanks for the offer.

I figured I should swing by, go through the hoops and give you whatever information you want. I'm sure Sam's given you the rundown, but my experience is that sometimes it helps to see the dead people in person. [She's being blunt and she'll feel bad about it later, but she's done this enough times to know that there's no real way to prepare for it. The truth seems the easiest.]

[ The lid pops off the beer bottle, hits the table and rolls across the floor, disappearing under the fridge. A part of Dean wants to disappear with it. He's not sure what Jo expects him to say. He drinks, counts the seconds in his head... ]

You been here for as long as Sammy has?

Not as long, no. I got here almost three years ago. [Her demeanor settles a bit, relaxing slightly.]

I didn't exactly handle it very well. I came straight from Carthage, so there was a larger... [She pauses trying to figure out how to word it.] It didn't seem real.

[She shrugs] I attacked Castiel with a bookend - thinking he was a trick.

restless nights.

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