[ her attentions have shifted, now, watching bells and worried about how he's going to react more than anything. at his question, though, her face screws up. ]
What? No. Fuck no I didn't let him. [ do you think she's crazy? ] He was avoiding me for the whole month. I went to track him down and when I caught up to him, he'd apparently been starving himself of it. I got too close and he jumped at the smell.
[ she shrugs in that 'my mistake, I survived, whatever' way. ]
[ He just had to be sure, and besides, the look on her face says more than what she's telling him anyhow. ] Okay. [ The word is a little slow, surprisingly calm for him. ] I need you to stay here, and don't, you know, go anywhere until I get back.
[ Because he's going to go kill himself a Winchester. And he turns away from her, already halfway out the door. ]
[ she's not sure how to take his calm, or the fact he just...oh. ]
Bells- [ she tries to stop him, before he turns to the door. she's reaches after him, though, with her free hand. trying to grab at his arms. ] Bells, I know that look. You can't.
[ He can't? Bells glances at her over his shoulder, the slightest spark of annoyance there when he meets her eyes. ]
And you can't defend him forever, Jo. He fucked up, and he needs to know that something like that-- [ Teeth grit, he pulls away. ] You don't do that to someone you're supposed to care about.
He did, I'm not defending that. [ she meets his annoyed look with the stubborn set of her jaw, meeting his eyes and not letting him look away from her. ] But he knows he fucked up.
[ he tries for the door and she grabs for his arm again, her grip a little tighter this time. ] I'm serious, Bells, don't. I don't need you trying to protect me any more than I needed Dean last time.
[ And far too easily, he jerks it away, determined not to look at her and keep moving for fear of actually giving in to her demands. ] Maybe this isn't about protecting you, Jo. [ Out the door, and he peers around it to give her one last look. ] Maybe it's about you being happy for once.
[ Without another word, he disappears. Try to stop him now. ]
Happy? What the- Bells! [ she lunges for the door, but he's already gone, heading off down the hallway.
the worst part? she's not going to follow him, stuck to her doorframe with the axe hanging in her grip. she does, after a moment, yell after him- pissed. ]
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Date: 2013-11-14 06:41 pm (UTC)What? No. Fuck no I didn't let him. [ do you think she's crazy? ] He was avoiding me for the whole month. I went to track him down and when I caught up to him, he'd apparently been starving himself of it. I got too close and he jumped at the smell.
[ she shrugs in that 'my mistake, I survived, whatever' way. ]
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Date: 2013-11-14 07:17 pm (UTC)[ Because he's going to go kill himself a Winchester. And he turns away from her, already halfway out the door. ]
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Date: 2013-11-15 03:39 am (UTC)Bells- [ she tries to stop him, before he turns to the door. she's reaches after him, though, with her free hand. trying to grab at his arms. ] Bells, I know that look. You can't.
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Date: 2013-11-15 03:44 am (UTC)And you can't defend him forever, Jo. He fucked up, and he needs to know that something like that-- [ Teeth grit, he pulls away. ] You don't do that to someone you're supposed to care about.
[ He tries for the door again. ]
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Date: 2013-11-15 10:03 pm (UTC)[ he tries for the door and she grabs for his arm again, her grip a little tighter this time. ] I'm serious, Bells, don't. I don't need you trying to protect me any more than I needed Dean last time.
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Date: 2013-11-16 04:29 am (UTC)[ Without another word, he disappears. Try to stop him now. ]
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Date: 2013-11-18 01:01 am (UTC)the worst part? she's not going to follow him, stuck to her doorframe with the axe hanging in her grip. she does, after a moment, yell after him- pissed. ]
You're just as bad as he is, I hope you know!