Almost casual. Almost a test. Almost a dare.

She almost wants to tell him.
Can't help wondering if Dean will.



But instead she took the beer.


She's never chosen to be someone elses secret.
Not one who almost knew everything. Or close enough.



Jo popped the cap off using the edge of a kitchen counter.


While grimacing at Sam's choice of words.
"You make it sound like furniture."

Jo Harvelle didn't stay anywhere.
The same with her real work.





She just kept coming back.
And let Dean know that.