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[ We’re going a little Blair Witch here with the shaky handheld camera as Dean moves through his apartment, turning on his device and squinting at it with all the spite he can manage. No really, dude looks unhappy as fuck.

Public service announcement incoming in three… t- ]

For those who knew him, Sam’s gone. [ Granted, names aren’t really a top priority around here, so that might not be the best method of delivering this message. ]

Better known as Sasquatch? The Jolly Green Giant? L'Oreal superstar? Call him whatever you want, but he’s out. Figured i’d pass along the info just in case he offered to help anyone paint their ceilings.

[ Stupid jokes make Dean feel better, but that’s all he’s got to say on the matter, which is why he chucks his device onto the couch, still turned on, flashing the blur of a symbol on the ceiling for a moment. Except--

Just when it seems like the device is going to time out, it is righted again by the sudden appearance of Castiel in the video feed. He looks worried, apologetic, his eyes flitting off screen. ]

-- Dean, you were supposed to offer them our help, if they find themselves possessed, or pursued by these demons. [ Offscreen a grunt can be heard, noncommittal and unbothered.

Cas looks back at the screen. ] Dean is a professional demon hunter, and I have been fighting them all my life. We both know magic that seems to be effective on them, and we are willing to teach others how to fight back. For example, this is a devil's trap. [ The camera scrolls around to show more of the pattern on the ceiling from earlier. It's shaped like this. ] If you draw one on the ceiling or the floor, even if it is concealed, it should trap the demon--supposing you can trick them into entering it.

[ Since Dean is busy finding liquor off screen… ] And I think it would be good for Dean to keep busy, considering our recent loss.

[ Buuuut now Dean has returned, peering over Cas’ shoulder into the device- ] I can actually hear you, you know. [ After which he plucks it from his hands and finally turns off the feed. ]

[ooc; dean is black, cas is blue! expect tagbacks from both boys! ]

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You guys have some spare paint?

[She can carve it into the plaster if she has to, but paint would make things easier.]

If ya get too busy, just lemme know. [She can do this too, remember? And better to spread the load, even if Dean thinks he should do it all.]

I have some left over from Twister.

[ Which is to say he's sure it doesn't matter if your devil's trap is in four different colors, right? ]

I'm sure people who would be equally appreciative of your help, Jo. Better that we don't any of us take this upon ourselves.

I can come get it. [Or, whatever.

Of course it doesn't matter. Might bring some color to the room, right?]

You think Dean'll manage?

I don't know.

He doesn't have a good history with losing his brother. Or anyone, for that matter. I think it's because of what happened with his mother.

[ Castiel please this isn't a public conversation. ]

[Jo frowns and nods, just once. This she knows, but...]

He was young.

Those kinds of things shape you, don't they?

[ He's asking. ]

[She'd somehow never looked at it quite like that. To compare the situations. It had always seemed different.]

Yeah, tends to. Changes things, you know?

Everything changes something. Don't see why we've gotta bring all the old shit into it.

[ Because really, he's totally over all that crap. Really. Totally. ]

Did any of Sam's stuff get left behind?

[Which, this might be too soon to ask, but if there's a spare gun now...]

[ Good question-- ] Haven't really rifled through yet. Why, you lookin' for something?

If there are any weapons left behind, I'd like to take 'em. [She nods once.]

I mean, after any you take for yourself.

Don't give me first dibs, otherwise there won't be anything left.

[ Cheeky mofo. ]

Even you can't carry everything. [She laughs quietly.]

At least clean up first.

I don't mean to hurt your feelings, Dean.

And Jo, of course. I hope you don't mind me speaking of your father like this.

[ THIS ISN'T JUST ABOUT YOU, DEAN. ]

[ SHUT UP, DEAN CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE. ]

[Ah, there's Dean. Jo lifts her hand into view to wave at him.]

I know you're trying to understand, Cas. It's okay. [Even if it is bringing up all kinds of things.]

I am trying. It's difficult. I never had a mother, and my Father is untouchable, unrelatable.

[ He gives his head a slight shake. ]

As for my brothers and sisters--my relationship with them was nothing like Dean's relationship with Sam. I can hardly fathom it; and I try. I have tried every moment - every day - that I've known them.

I'm pretty sure it's unusual even among humans. [Jo, obviously, never had a sibling (unless one counted Ash, who kind of just wormed his way in), but she had known families over the years.

Dean and Sam were different than most.]

They are unusual humans. You all are.

It takes so much to fight. To fight for your world, your future, against impossible evil. To give your lives, when you weren't born to it.

[Jo shrugs. She never saw it as a choice. She knew about what needed to be done, she wasn't going to not try.

Of course, she had plans past the end. In the end, though, they didn't happen.]

Thanks, Cas.

It isn't meant as a compliment. It's the truth.

[ Just accept the thanks, Cas. ]

I can still take it as a compliment. [She laughs quietly despite everything.]

As you wish.

[ So long as he keeps making her laugh. ]

I'll come grab that paint now, if I can. [Back to business, right?]

Yes, of course. Or I can come to you. It might be safer.

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