Sorry?

[ But she's not really. Not when she knows he at least gets to see the rest of it. That's where her line ends, as far as she knows. ]

Either way, it's pretty bad. Maybe wait till he's sleeping?

You could drug him.

[ She's kidding, of course. But she shrugs all the same, because while she might have been able to help him out on the updating bit, she'd promised Sam. ]

It's just an idea.

[ But he seems to be in a better mood, and that makes her smile a little easier. ]

You could use your powers too. What house did you end up in?

You get powers when you get here, smart one. Did you listen to the welcome party?

[ Not like Jo did when she got here, but she's been here almost five months now so those are just details. ]

Freya's are... uh. Charm and energy transfer, right?

Well you have powers. Surprise.

[ There's a moment when she just kind of watches him, gauging his reaction, before she stands up from where she was leaning on the bar and takes a drink from her bottle. ]

It's not that bad, you know. [ A pause, and then she's shrugging a little. ] I mean, it's no home. And it's pretty shitty half the time, but it's not bad. Or I guess 'it could be worse' works better.

So maybe you can stop acting like it's the end of the world [ oh the irony of that statement in so many different ways ] and enjoy the downtime. Just a thought.

[ she stares at him for a minute, trying to figure out if she can read him or not. ]

Something else bothering you?

[ Yeah, she's going to take that hint and move right on. ]

Nothing you have questions about, maybe? [ She's looking for something, she really is. ] About the city, or your new welcome party, or the fact that we're kind of friends with King Arthur and Merlin...

Nope. [ And that's a proud little grin right there. At least it's something to talk about. ] Technically I live with them, or some of them. Every month more of those freaking knights show up, but they're here.

[ That gets a snort out of Jo, just because really, Dean. ]

It's supposed to be a gift. Like a 'sorry for kidnapping you have some special powers' kind of shit. Some of the powers are really cool. Others, kind of lame, but eh. Better than nothing.

He's actually pretty sweet.

[ If by sweet she means 'kind of saved my life when I showed up here with my guts hanging out'. ]

It's weird. He's only a teenager, really smart and way too nice for his own good. But still Merlin. Without the magic, of course. They take that when you get brought here.

At least they're trying. [ The level of sarcasm in her voice...even if she doesn't hate Asgard as much as other people do. It gave her a second chance and a family, she can't really complain. ]

[ Jo gives him an unimpressed look at that, because Merlin is definitely just a friend, and she knows that tone of his. She eyes the empty bottle and raises her eyebrows at him for a moment as if asking if he wants another before she leans down under the bar to get it anyway. ]

You know, Dean. As much as this place sucks, and it does suck, not all of us have a choice.

[ And she's not saying it like she's mad, because she's not. Dean has every reason to be pissed. Hell, she was pissed for a good month or so when she first got here. But it's been a while since she's really talked to someone who wanted to go home this badly. ]

[ and wow, it's been a while since she's seen that. If she pauses for just a moment, it's mostly because she's telling herself to ignore the way her chest tightens a little and smile back. At least until they move on, and the topic changes. ]

You say my dream, didn't you? [ And before he can really answer that, because she knows he did, she continues. ] It wasn't a dream. It's a memory.