[ 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.

[ She takes a breath, tries to give him a smile but it mostly just looks tired. A little pathetic. ]

Two years down the road from you, you and Sam ask my mom and me for some help on a case. We don't make it. What you saw was how my subconscious remembers it - it's not exact, but close enough.

[ Her eyes move to where he's holding her hand before she squeezes it a little. ]

It happens. I've been here for a few months, so I've gotten over it, but...yeah. [ But then he's asking about how, by what, and the fact he doesn't know makes her uncomfortable.

Sam asked her not to tell him too much, and if he didn't recognize Hellhounds, then he must not have dealt with them yet. ]

You'll run into them soon, once you go back. [ Not that that's reassuring, in the least, but still. ] They're hella nasty; invisible and hard to kill. Once they catch your scent, they never stop until you're dead. Or they're dead.

[ She feels bad, when he pulls his hand away, but not enough to explain it. ]

I don't want to talk about it, okay?

[ Jo sighs a little, because this isn't what she wanted to happen with this talk. ]

Sorry I just- it's not your fault, what happened. You had your own history with them and you went down and when I tried to get it off you I had my back turned for too long. They're like dogs, I guess. [ She shrugs. ] I didn't ask a lot of questions beyond how to kill them.

Dean, wait- [ but even as she says it, she knows there's not much more for her to add. So instead she just curses under her breath and lets him go.

It's the exact opposite of what she wanted to accomplish, with asking him to stop by, but she can't really blame him for storming out. She would have done the same. ]