No One Is Picture Perfect

[dowhatimust]

Who: Castiel and Jo
What: Comfort and intimacy needed here.
Where: The Roadhouse
When: So late on the 2nd of Jan.
Rating: PG-14 (for, well, ahem. comfort.)

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[daddysknife]

Jo wiped her hands on her apron and untied it with a practiced ease when she heard him enter, stepping out of the back and wincing. Today had sucked, and she hadn't even been in the middle of the worst of it. She didn't want to know what Sam looked like. Castiel looked tired, and she hated seeing that look on anyone's face. It was worse on Castiel's.

"He's back here." She gestured to a spot behind the bar with a neutral expression. The archangel had found himself a position in the corner of the bar that she figured was hardly comfortable, but he hadn't complained about it. She dropped her voice a little, trying to be quiet. "I think he fell asleep? Do you guys sleep?" She had no idea.

[dowhatimust]

Castiel looked behind the bar, leaning over. His eyes closed, pained anger slipping across his expression, before he moved behind the bar to heave his brother up off of the floor. He made a quiet chuffing noise, answering Jo quietly. "We ... leave our vessels, sometimes, without fully leaving them. I only slept when I lost my Grace. He may have dulled his down enough with liquor that is the same thing."

He hesitated, for a moment, his brother over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Jo ... may he sleep it off here? I do not want to bring him back to the Singer Yard. Not until he is in his right mind."

[daddysknife]

Jo nodded and filed the explanation away. It may be needed later, and it was nice to have a little more information. She paused before answering, expecting Gabriel to protest or Castiel to explain that flash of anger.

"There are some rooms in the back." It would be better than the pool table, even if the rooms weren't much. She felt like the archangel deserved a little comfort, even if she imagined he would leave when he awoke. She headed back, stopping just past the first door.

"In here. He'll be fine."

[dowhatimust]

The angel shifted the archangel into the room, laying him more gently down on the bed than he deserved. He sighed softly, as he appeared a blanket, and put it over his brother's form. He turned towards Jo, quietly holding out his hand to her as he started to walk out of the room. He wanted to draw her out into the hallway with him, and he wanted to do it as silently as possible so they didn't disturb Gabriel.

Once outside though, in the hall, he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face into her shoulder, his voice quiet. "I could not find him."