In Which Dean Takes Jo Home
Jo was the kind of person where you didn't realize how much you missed them until they were there.
Not that Dean hadn't missed a lot of people from his life, through the whole dying thing, but with Jo, it never really hit him until she was standing in front of him, and then it came like a smack in the face. Because he did miss her. He missed her a lot. He just had a really weird way of showing it.
When he was younger, he didn't really get it, and he didn't think she did either. Sure, there was something there, but it was one of those right place, wrong time kind of moments. Dean was dealing with his dad, and on top of that he was a little shit to begin with and Jo -- well, they both had some growing up to do. They needed to find themselves first. Right place, but the wrong time.
And now, here he was, dropping her off again, and there was something in the pit of his stomach that was telling him right place, right time, but he also knew that there was a very large capacity that he could screw this up again, and he didn't want that to happen. He wanted to do this right -- as much as Dean ever did anything right -- but there was still that potential, that nagging self-doubt in the back of his mind that told him that if he fucked this up he was screwed. Because Jo wasn't like the kind of girl that he could pick up the way he did any other girl in a bar. He couldn't be his usual, charming outlandish self. In fact, he was pretty sure that that kind of thing would get him smacked.
Jo hit hard. The situation really wasn't favorable.
He killed the ignition to the Impala as they reached the front of of the roadhouse and then turned back to Jo with a small smile. "Well -- this is it." Because yes, Dean Winchester was just the most eloquent human being who ever lived. It was what he was known for.
Not that Dean hadn't missed a lot of people from his life, through the whole dying thing, but with Jo, it never really hit him until she was standing in front of him, and then it came like a smack in the face. Because he did miss her. He missed her a lot. He just had a really weird way of showing it.
When he was younger, he didn't really get it, and he didn't think she did either. Sure, there was something there, but it was one of those right place, wrong time kind of moments. Dean was dealing with his dad, and on top of that he was a little shit to begin with and Jo -- well, they both had some growing up to do. They needed to find themselves first. Right place, but the wrong time.
And now, here he was, dropping her off again, and there was something in the pit of his stomach that was telling him right place, right time, but he also knew that there was a very large capacity that he could screw this up again, and he didn't want that to happen. He wanted to do this right -- as much as Dean ever did anything right -- but there was still that potential, that nagging self-doubt in the back of his mind that told him that if he fucked this up he was screwed. Because Jo wasn't like the kind of girl that he could pick up the way he did any other girl in a bar. He couldn't be his usual, charming outlandish self. In fact, he was pretty sure that that kind of thing would get him smacked.
Jo hit hard. The situation really wasn't favorable.
He killed the ignition to the Impala as they reached the front of of the roadhouse and then turned back to Jo with a small smile. "Well -- this is it." Because yes, Dean Winchester was just the most eloquent human being who ever lived. It was what he was known for.