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[knifecollecting]

[It hadn't taken her long to figure out the phone, but even if she knew how to use it she was determined to wait. Maybe she would run into someone in person and get better answers about where she was.

She was damn sure it wasn't where she was supposed to be.

Her attempt to leave the room was good until the door was about to close behind her and a red blob appeared out of nowhere. A quick slap didn't deter it and she quickly retreated back behind the door for a temporary reprieve.

Time for answers.]

Where am I? 'Cause this wasn't where I was before that dick interfered so I don't know why I'm here. [She has places to be. Kind of. The phone moves back a little and it's obvious that Jo is leaning against a door that has something banging against the other side.]

And what's with the red blubber? [Sooner or later it's going to get underneath the door, isn't it?]

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[knifecollecting]

[She takes the bottle and rolls it between her hands for a moment.]

That's not as reassuring as you think it is. [But she opens the bottle and sniffs it before taking a sip.]

...Hey, Dean? [If it helps any, he doesn't have to do anything but confirm that he's betraying her. Meg already spilled the beans.]

[venatical]

[ He shrugs as if to say what can you do?, but then she says that with a "we need to talk" kind of a tone. He tries to seem like he's holding onto that easygoing vibe, but it's clearly an act. ]

Yeah?

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[She doesn't really want to, but she's not going to just ignore what she wants to know. Kind of needs to know.]

Meg talked to me. She said you're friends now? [Jo asks it as a question, hoping, nearly praying that Dean will say it's a lie.]

[venatical]

[ And there it is. He licks his lips, and then he picks his head up to look her in the eye. There's no getting around it. ]

That's right.

[knifecollecting]

[Even if she tries to keep the confusion and hurt off her face, it's obvious. She drops her eyes to her beer, eventually just downing half of it.]

Why?

[venatical]

[ He huffs and lifts his gaze from her now because this conversation is going to hurt just as much as he thought it would. ]

We were on the same side at the end. She took care of Cas; she saved me and Sam.

[ And if people can't redeem themselves then why do people even still talk to him? Or Sam? Or Cas? Dean tortured people in Hell right along with Alistair. His trip to Purgatory only reminded him that allies are allies, and it's worse being on your own. ]

You've been dead for four years, Jo.

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[Jo just shakes her head, shoving the beer away with a huff of her own as she leans back in her chair and crosses her arm over her chest.]

That doesn't mean she's good. [Not as she sees it. She's not going to accept Meg.

You don't just forgive the person who caused your death.]

[venatical]

[ Dean knows he isn't the same person he was before Purgatory, but something about Purgatory woke him up. He saw the kind of person he could be, the kind of person that felt pure, and looking back, he knows that... isn't a good thing. It rattles him. ]

I know, Jo. Demons lie. But... Meg's alright now. It's taken me a long time to believe that; it wasn't some kind of overnight thing.

All I'm asking is you don't try to go after her. I'll ask the same thing from her, too.

[knifecollecting]

[But Deaaaaaaaaan.]

She called my mom a bitch. [Doesn't she get to punch Meg once for that and one more time for killing her?]

[venatical]

And Ellen gave her moonshine made out of holy water and trapped her in a demon trap in her bar back in the old place.

[ And Dean came and let Meg out and thought he'd ruined his relationship with Ellen forever because of it. ]

[knifecollecting]

Good. [Jo thinks that sounds about right.]

[venatical]

[ He doesn't say yes or no, just raises his beer to his lips and takes a drink. ]

Let's just let that be the end of it, okay?

[knifecollecting]

I don't want anything to do with her.

[In fact, if Dean could just never mention her again that would be great.]

[venatical]

Alright. That seems fair.

[ He gives her a tight smile that doesn't reach his eyes and then takes another drink. ]

[knifecollecting]

[Right.]

What's the deal with this place?