( it takes dean a moment to recognize the voice at his side, unearthing ten years of buried guilt along with it, and then — well, it feels a lot like someone just ripped his heart out of his chest. call him paranoid for not immediately welcoming her to his arms, but he knows damn well death isn't the final chapter and not everyone stays dead. but why here? why now? because, really, if this place just wanted to remind him how many people have died because of him, it shouldn't have bothered. dean's never forgotten, and he's never forgiven himself, either.
but he's still a hunter, and he can never be too careful.
which is why he keeps a flask of holy water on him at all times. he reaches for it slowly, turning just enough to confirm he wasn't just hearing things. he almost regrets having to do this, but if she's really jo, she'll understand. )
Jo? ( cautious, hesitant, like he's just now remembering how to say her name. it's been a long time. but instead of waiting for her reply, he flings holy water at her face. they've all had it done to 'em. and, when nothing happens ... ) Well, at least you ain't a demon. ( but ... he's still suspicious. he exchanges the flask for his switchblade, nods to her arm. ) Silver. You wanna give me your arm or we gonna do this the hard way?
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but he's still a hunter, and he can never be too careful.
which is why he keeps a flask of holy water on him at all times. he reaches for it slowly, turning just enough to confirm he wasn't just hearing things. he almost regrets having to do this, but if she's really jo, she'll understand. )
Jo? ( cautious, hesitant, like he's just now remembering how to say her name. it's been a long time. but instead of waiting for her reply, he flings holy water at her face. they've all had it done to 'em. and, when nothing happens ... ) Well, at least you ain't a demon. ( but ... he's still suspicious. he exchanges the flask for his switchblade, nods to her arm. ) Silver. You wanna give me your arm or we gonna do this the hard way?