[ She's not as ready to try out any and everything as the Winchesters, maybe, but she'll try anything once. Not that she's got many chances now, but why ruin the mood? ]
You say that like home didn't do exactly the same thing. [ Really, Sam, since when did anything ever play by the rules? Last she checked they were trying to kill The Devil. ] Keeps you on your toes, though.
Rules are meant to be broken, Sam. Same as back home.
[ She notices his hand and how the bandage is looking pretty rough after all the cleaning he's done. ]
Go sit over there, I'll rewrap that for you. [ And no, Sam, that wasn't an offer. She walks right past him and over the area he was scrubbing to get behind the bar where she keeps a very humble little first aid kit. ] And don't worry about the hunting bit. There's more crap here than any of the creepy crawlies back home could even think of. You'll be bored when you get back.
[No, Jo, don't tell him that. He wants at least a few rules to make sense. But just one look at her silences any objections he was about to have about that; he shifts, sits in his chair and extends his hand out prepared for her to punish re-wrap.]
I'm not so sure I'm happy about the hunting bit.
[A huff of a laugh.]
But at least I'll be up on my game.
[That's what's important; as long as he can get better, keep people from dying all over the place, it'll be a good day.
[ She sets the kit on the nearest table, moving to unwrap his hand first. ]
If you remember any of it, you mean. [ Jo's eyes are on her work, rather than looking up at Sam, but her voice is pretty level. ] There're rumors you won't remember any of it, if you do go home. You wake back up right where you left off like it didn't even happen.
[ At least, that's what she's heard. She's not so sure herself. ]
[He flinches under her touch, but his face doesn't betray it. There are splints there, keeping the two injured fingers straight; they're not broken as much as fractured, put under strain from Tate's inhuman strength. Still, the swelling is on its way to lowering, and the bruising is dark and heavy against the pale flesh of his hand.]
Anything's worth a try. Especially since I have no clue how this place functions.
Doesn't exactly scream logical or going by the rulebooks, this ship.
[ She sees the flinch and slows down a little, making her movements much slower and gentler. Not that he's in pain, of course. Just because she feels like it. ]
You've got enough time to do it. [ Jo looks up at him from where she's focused on his hand, giving him a small shrug. ] Not a whole hell of a lot to do here. And everyone loves learning a whole new reality.
[He nods, and the pain is washing out; no, more like if you give it enough time, pain feels like it's normal. Thuds out into something like a flatline, easy to ignore if you put your mind to it. He smiles and his eyebrows raise.] More than just one new reality.
Think there's more than one version of us out there, too? Straight out of a sci-fi flick?
You've only got to worry about this one. Screw wherever the rest of these people came from.
[ Because one is enough. One new reality where people come back to life and go crazy all at the same time is enough for Jo to worry about. She kind of snorts when he mentions other versions of themselves, finishing up with her wrap-job. ]
Depends on how you wanna think about it. I don't want to meet mine if there is, but technically the you I know from home is different from you. But that's a little too sci-fi for me, thanks.
[He's quiet at that for a moment, thinking. It probably wasn't intended to, but the mention of him captures his attention.]
What kind of different am I?
I mean — what am I like.... in the future?
[He says it with a wince, humored like she's about to tell him he's an old cat lady ranting about politics in the future, or something. Nothing more concerning than someone telling you you're not the same you. Which, he knows, makes sense; people change.
[Oh, Jo, he's got oodles of childhood trauma moments.
but his hair though]
Depends on which time we're talking about. The time he tried to give me a haircut when I was still in elementary school, or the time he pranked me by putting nair in my shampoo bottle?
[Which was actually really fucking horrifying when it happened.
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Date: 2013-06-29 08:06 pm (UTC)[ She's not as ready to try out any and everything as the Winchesters, maybe, but she'll try anything once. Not that she's got many chances now, but why ruin the mood? ]
You say that like home didn't do exactly the same thing. [ Really, Sam, since when did anything ever play by the rules? Last she checked they were trying to kill The Devil. ] Keeps you on your toes, though.
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Date: 2013-06-30 09:16 am (UTC)[Though, he'll give her that much. Rules are hard to make stick, even back home.
He sighs and drops the rag into the bucket, silently kneading the tender bandaged skin of his left hand.]
At least there's that. I'll be making up for the two years off hunting in no time.
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Date: 2013-07-01 05:36 am (UTC)[ She notices his hand and how the bandage is looking pretty rough after all the cleaning he's done. ]
Go sit over there, I'll rewrap that for you. [ And no, Sam, that wasn't an offer. She walks right past him and over the area he was scrubbing to get behind the bar where she keeps a very humble little first aid kit. ] And don't worry about the hunting bit. There's more crap here than any of the creepy crawlies back home could even think of. You'll be bored when you get back.
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Date: 2013-07-01 05:49 am (UTC)punishre-wrap.]I'm not so sure I'm happy about the hunting bit.
[A huff of a laugh.]
But at least I'll be up on my game.
[That's what's important; as long as he can get better, keep people from dying all over the place, it'll be a good day.
... Well. Not good, but hell, it's a start.]
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Date: 2013-07-02 01:10 am (UTC)If you remember any of it, you mean. [ Jo's eyes are on her work, rather than looking up at Sam, but her voice is pretty level. ] There're rumors you won't remember any of it, if you do go home. You wake back up right where you left off like it didn't even happen.
[ At least, that's what she's heard. She's not so sure herself. ]
But it's worth a try, right?
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Date: 2013-07-04 10:27 am (UTC)Anything's worth a try. Especially since I have no clue how this place functions.
Doesn't exactly scream logical or going by the rulebooks, this ship.
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Date: 2013-07-05 11:33 pm (UTC)You've got enough time to do it. [ Jo looks up at him from where she's focused on his hand, giving him a small shrug. ] Not a whole hell of a lot to do here. And everyone loves learning a whole new reality.
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Date: 2013-07-06 02:35 am (UTC)Think there's more than one version of us out there, too? Straight out of a sci-fi flick?
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Date: 2013-07-06 06:28 pm (UTC)[ Because one is enough. One new reality where people come back to life and go crazy all at the same time is enough for Jo to worry about. She kind of snorts when he mentions other versions of themselves, finishing up with her wrap-job. ]
Depends on how you wanna think about it. I don't want to meet mine if there is, but technically the you I know from home is different from you. But that's a little too sci-fi for me, thanks.
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Date: 2013-07-07 09:33 pm (UTC)What kind of different am I?
I mean — what am I like.... in the future?
[He says it with a wince, humored like she's about to tell him he's an old cat lady ranting about politics in the future, or something. Nothing more concerning than someone telling you you're not the same you. Which, he knows, makes sense; people change.
But still.
He wonders.]
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Date: 2013-07-09 04:08 am (UTC)[ well, this could get nasty fast. instead of getting into the serious 'you're a lot less bright, more hollow' side of this, jo smirks a little. ]
You're taller, if that's even possible. And your hair? Needs a haircut. Real bad.
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Date: 2013-07-09 09:23 am (UTC)[He twirls a finger through a lock of his hair in the front, actually looking mildly concerned.]
That bad, really?
[b-but i like my hair
it's one of my best physical qualities
besides my height]
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Date: 2013-07-10 03:22 am (UTC)[ see, sam, when your hair starts getting down to your shoulders and flowing in the wind? probably time for a snip. ]
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Date: 2013-07-11 07:05 am (UTC)It's better than letting Dean around my hair.
[Is this implying that his sibling has ruined his hair before, possibly more than once? Why yes. Yes it is.]
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Date: 2013-07-12 01:55 am (UTC)Is that some kind of childhood trauma bubbling up?
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Date: 2013-07-12 07:59 am (UTC)but his hair though]
Depends on which time we're talking about. The time he tried to give me a haircut when I was still in elementary school, or the time he pranked me by putting nair in my shampoo bottle?
[Which was actually really fucking horrifying when it happened.
Can you imagine your hair just... falling out.
For no reason you can think of.
yeah dean it was fucking traumatic!!]
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Date: 2013-07-14 07:13 pm (UTC)Please tell me you got him back for that.
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Date: 2013-07-14 09:29 pm (UTC)I don't think I've ever gotten him back enough that he deserves for that one.
[B^| friggin jerk]
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Date: 2013-07-15 02:52 am (UTC)I'm sure I can think of something awful to do to him here.
[This is literally the image going through his head right now:
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Date: 2013-07-15 11:10 pm (UTC)[ that is a slightly accusing finger pointed right in your direction, sir. ]
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Date: 2013-07-18 08:03 am (UTC)[:C but jo
don't you want to see him get back at dean]
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Date: 2013-07-19 10:51 pm (UTC)[ well yes but she doesn't want it to accidentally end up ruining somethin in the bar or entangling another person.
though she wants to see it really badly. ]