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asgardmeridiem2013-09-29 12:41 am
swedge) wrote in asgardmeridiem2013-09-29 12:41 am
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Who: Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle
What: Dean's been hurt and once again Jo has to force help on him.
When: Night 330
Where: The Roadhouse
Rating: PG-13 for wounds and blood and possibly language.
[ jo has been doing her best to keep to herself for most of...whatever this has been. for a while there she tried to keep tabs. but as the days have dragged on and things have gotten worse, jo's ability to keep up with herself and everyone else has dropped. it's been mostly about her, ash, and the roadhouse - dean when he's come by, but she hasn't seen him around, which honestly worries her a bit but not enough to go looking around the city. not yet.
she closed the roadhouse up early on, too, but it didn't stop her from heading there whenever she felt restless. cleaning the bar or organizing the drinks calmed her down, in a way. so when she's restless and freaking out and trying to sleep one night, she decides it's worthless and heads out. when she gets there she expects to find a few things, sure. maybe some things out of place, ash in some random corner of the room, but the trail of blood? not exactly. so she follows it. grabs a gun from the bar, loads it, and continues to follow it down the hall and into the nearest closet. and when she pulls the door open and draws her weapon, what she sees... ]
Dean?
What: Dean's been hurt and once again Jo has to force help on him.
When: Night 330
Where: The Roadhouse
Rating: PG-13 for wounds and blood and possibly language.
[ jo has been doing her best to keep to herself for most of...whatever this has been. for a while there she tried to keep tabs. but as the days have dragged on and things have gotten worse, jo's ability to keep up with herself and everyone else has dropped. it's been mostly about her, ash, and the roadhouse - dean when he's come by, but she hasn't seen him around, which honestly worries her a bit but not enough to go looking around the city. not yet.
she closed the roadhouse up early on, too, but it didn't stop her from heading there whenever she felt restless. cleaning the bar or organizing the drinks calmed her down, in a way. so when she's restless and freaking out and trying to sleep one night, she decides it's worthless and heads out. when she gets there she expects to find a few things, sure. maybe some things out of place, ash in some random corner of the room, but the trail of blood? not exactly. so she follows it. grabs a gun from the bar, loads it, and continues to follow it down the hall and into the nearest closet. and when she pulls the door open and draws her weapon, what she sees... ]
Dean?
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[No offense, Jo. Dean grits his teeth and bears it while she stitches him up. It sears into him and hurts like a bitch but he keeps himself grounded, this is nothing new for him.]
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[Dean's used to it, but she's not being gentle either. He grabs the jack and knocks some of it back, not hesitating because he knows it's gonna help in the long run.]
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[ which wasn't necessarily true, but jo couldn't help but try and say something to ease the tension in the room, starting back up with the stitching. dean had started it, sure, but she wasn't a big fan of what he did. rather than starting over, she just kind of worked over it a bit before continuing her way across the rest of the wound. ]
Hold still.
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[Dean knocks back some more of the whiskey and tenses up his body so he won't move much more than he already is.]
Some things never change. You're still a friggin' butcher.
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[ it registers, somewhere in the back of her mind, that this is the exact conversation they had the last time she stitched him up, post demon possessed sam. ]
If you could have seen your stitching...
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[He waits for her to finish up the stitching and then puts the nose of the bottle to the now stitched up injury. He cleans it off and then goes for the gauze and tape he found in the store room earlier.]
Sorry you had to find me like this. You still pissed? Y'know... about the ghost thing.
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[ she barely even waits for him to pick up the gauze and tape before she's taking them from him, opening them up and finishing wrapping the wound. when she starts something, she's gonna finish it. you should know that dean.
though jo does pause for a moment when he mentions the ghost thing. but only a moment, before she returns to the dressing. ]
No. [ rip goes the tape. ] More mad you didn't just call me when this happened.
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[Dean inspects the wound himself with his fingers and then pulls back, taking the fifth of whiskey with him. Why not, right?]
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[ she wraps the rest of the tape around the top of his bicep, ripping the last bit with her teeth and pressing it against his arm. ]
Okay. Done.
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[He had to be honest. He only remembered bits and pieces when he woke up here again and he wasn't happy about it.]
Like I said, I had a lot on my plate. Some stuff just got put on the back burner.
[Sure, it's a lie, but it's a pretty clever ruse. Anyone that knows him know he never had any intention of sharing but the fact remained that there was truth in it. Coming back he was pretty overwhelmed.]
Thanks.
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[ which, okay, now it's jo's turn to lie. but at least she can be hella convincing with her's. ]
When this is over, find someone to heal it up for you. Last thing you'll want is to deal with dressing that if you don't have to. [ and then her hand's out, asking for the bottle of alcohol. ]
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[There's an edge of sarcasm to his voice, but he does mean it. He'd be lost without her. He knew that much, but it's not like he'd ever admit it even though it was the truth. She'd never let him live it down.]
Yes ma'am. I'll get right on that. Maybe mention it on the network and see if anyone I trust is interested.
[He really wished Cas or Daphne was around mostly just because he knew he could count on them if it came down to it and he wasn't comfortable going to the hospital now that everyone was going nuts.]
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[ sarcasm or no, she knows that he wouldn't have been able to close it up without her. he doesn't have to say it. when he hands over the bottle, she takes a long swig of it herself before standing and heading to the door, looking over at him as if asking if he's going to follow. ]
I could see if Merlin would look at it for you. [ with cas and daphne out of the picture, jo's mind immediately goes to the camelot group. her trust ladder's grown a bit in asgard, after all. ]
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[He doesn't really know Merlin and that much is obvious but he'll take a healer he's sort of acquainted with over one that he doesn't even know. If Jo trusts him, then he has no reason not to let them guy at least give it a look and see what he could do.]
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[ she's not really sure why she feels the need to try and convince dean to trust him, not when she knows it'll take a little more than just her word to get to that point, but she tries anyway. ]
Dunno if you've talked to him much, but he saved my ass when I got here. He knows what he's doing.
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[He's happy to hear somebody helped her when she first showed up though. That makes him smile for about half a second before it makes him wince and that grin disappears.]
I'm not sure I should trust your judgment. Since I think you'd consider this [Gesturing to the stitches.] saving my ass when we both know it's more like a botch job.
[Now he's just poking fun, trying to get a little bit more of what their relationship used to be back.]
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[ and yeah, okay, so maybe it's not as dire a situation as she's making it out to be. but that's when she just crosses her arms over her chest. ]
Oh stop whining. Botch job or no, definitely saved your ass.
[ she grins a little, then, because this she can do. ]
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[He can hear a little bit of Sam in that comment and it makes him smile, because this is what their relationship should be and it's getting back to basics that brings him a little more comfort. Especially with Jo.]
Yeah, I'd hate to see your definition of that on a bad day.
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[ but she's definitely smiling, and this is definitely comfortable, and maybe she should be a little more worried that it took him nearly getting ripped apart for that to work. but at the same time, she doesn't want to poke at it too hard. ]
Fine. But don't come crying to me next time.
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[Getting ripped apart was an ordinary day for Dean back home. It brought him back to reality more than half the shit that happened here did. In a way that lasted because it was real, physical, and something he could count on to be there tomorrow.]
You stick to serving up brews and I'll keep the fishing line out of reach.