maskormenacelogs | One look in my eyes [Closed]

WHO: Jo Harvelle (

knifecollecting) and Dean Winchester (

kickingand)
WHERE: A random diner in De Chima
WHEN: The evening of June 27th
WHAT: Dean's dropping by to check in on an old friend ~~who doesn't wish to see him~~
WARNINGS: None - will update if needed.

Jo couldn't say it had been a horrible month. It actually hadn't been terrible. She knows it could have been far worse, but there's still the doubts and fears running around her mind constantly. Lucifer hadn't made a move for revenge. Dean was still out there and still a demon.

It could be worse and it could also be so much better.

Still, she can't let herself just hide. She refuses, even if it's sorely tempting to retreat to her house after work every night and just ignore everything else. Her house is warded. The dogs are there. It's safe.

Jo had begged off a dinner with coworkers, instead opting to head for a diner closer to house instead of the more pricey places around StarkTech. Diners felt more like home - and the beer was cheaper.

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Gathering up tidbits of information here and there was somewhat imperative, especially when it came to bothering - or simply finding out more about - his oh so favorite people. Lucifer had filled Dean in on where Jo worked and it was easy enough to head to De Chima with the specific intention of grabbing her attention for a few moments, seeing what she had to say about his continued existence. It wasn't as if she could do anything to hurt him and he wanted to make a simple enough statement that he was here to stay.

And really, what a better way to spend his time.

It took some poking around once he was in the city, that much was true. Trying to find her at work at failed but he'd played the family card easily enough and been pointed in the direction of a diner, one he slunk into without hesitation. After a moment's worth of glancing around, he spotted her at a booth and strode over, slipping into the seat across from her with practiced ease and grinning broadly.

"Long time no see."

Jo's deeply engrossed in her dinner and the book she's reading. She's vaguely aware of someone walking by, but then that person sits and-

She's quite aware that she can't do what she wants, which is to bolt immediately. She grabs her bookmark and closes the book gently, slipping it into her purse and clearing her throat.

"Dean."

Leaning forward against the table, Dean grins profusely, watching her put the book away before he clasps his fingers together gently. He's rather proud of himself for having found Jo in the first place and now he has her where a commotion would be a bit... unnecessary. Granted, he isn't about to make one either.

They are in public after all. He'll be good.

"How's it goin', Jo."

Jo is calm on the surface. She refuses to let him have the satisfaction of seeing her rattled, even if her pulse is pounding in her ears and every nerve in her body is screaming to get out of there as soon as possible.

She takes a drink before answering.

"Oh, fine. Why wouldn't it be great?"

But the question is, what exactly can he do to rattle the surface, to shake her up enough that something happens. He's not entirely sure quite yet, but he figures he'll get there eventually, if he manages to linger here long enough with continued persistence.

"You tell me. Hell, maybe i'll even pick up your tab."

She's determined not to let him get to her. This isn't a game, it's her life, and if she gives him the satisfaction of getting under her skin, who knows what could come next.

"You're here, Sam's here. Everything's great."

At that, Dean just sort of cocks his head a bit and looks altogether amused, his expression wholly sarcastic because he knows just how much bullshit that truly is. Him being here, not so much in this diner but in general garners no amount of enjoyment for Jo or Sam and for her to even say it is comical.

"And so, here I am, making the most out of my time with you."

"If you had let me know you were coming I would've ordered for you." As if to prove her point she takes a few bites off her own plate.

"Assuming you still eat, of course."

One look in my eyes [Closed]

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