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[tobeclosetohim]

It's been a while. Months.

But there's a blonde behind the bar.
Wiping down, humming South of Heaven.
The sign is hanging off to one side of her.

Happy Hour

Fallen Angel
Head Hunter
Rebel Yell

1/2 off your drink if you donate
to the Milli-Kids Fund for Christmas

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[tobeclosetohim]

She stole a glass from one side.
Pouring out the rest of his shaker.


Jo shook her head. And raised it.
"Here's to the angels and demons."



It could sound generic enough.
But it was incredibly dry.

[gavemea_45]

A wry expression twists his mouth, but he clinks his glass against hers.

"Yeah."

Equally dry. A beat.

"From what I've seen, they're pretty much dicks. With one exception. And that's how I know there's nothing dark about it."

[tobeclosetohim]

If Jo's surprised he took that at face value, it doesn't show.


Because there are other things to distract.
The non-specific plural. The return to Dean.


How there's no way he could be referencing demons.





She sipped the drink. Watching him, over the rim.

Before, finally. "Yeah? And who's that?"