[Flashback; Sam's First (Unofficial) Meeting]

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Time: Back Then
Location: Dean's Flat
People: Jo, Sam (Maybe Dean)





The front door is open, because the late spring breeze is nice.

And Jo is laying on the couch, pulling a curl absently, while reading.

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Jo doubts he really is.
It was a downside of the job.

A need for contact, but no way to connect.
Too many oaths, vows, promises, contracts.




Jo shook her head, and gave him a smile anyway.
Bright, a little uncertain, but still true, too.


"And to think, I'd been looking forward to this."

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...and now Ellen Harvelle's daughter is being all vulnerable at him. Another thing he did not expect from a girl from that family.

Another sip of his beer and Sam sets it aside, smirking. "Looking forward to finding out if I hated you?"

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Jo's eyebrows rose, faintly pointed.
It made the quite vanish in amused.



"Meeting his brother."


Which was different from the man she worked with.

Different parts and portions of different lives.

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Eyebrows lower and there is a moment of examination.

"...why?"

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Jo looked up, before looking at Sam.


"There isn't anything more important in his life."




And Dean had become ultimately important to hers.

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And the eyebrows lift again.

In the silence of the otherwise empty apartment.

Now filled with echoing words and the suddenly obvious pictures scattered here and there, few but with similar faces.




"Well, now it's just awkward," Sam points out uncomfortably, shifting.

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Jo grinned, smugly, with a shrug.
"I think we're one for one then."




She made a motion back to go back to the living room.

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Sam blinked.

Then smirked and followed her.

"If you're this mean to Dean," he says, leaving the bottle behind to follow, finally shrugging his coat off his shoulders, "I think you have my tentative approval."

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"His fault he picked a hunter."
Her mother would expect no less.

Jo took the couch back.
Curling her feet under.

"Even as a witch."


It was hard to tell in some moments.
What was the game and what was real.

It all blurred. Except what didn't.

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"Eh, he'd be screwed either way."

A shrug is given, companionable, but Sam takes the chair rather than the empty spaces near her on the couch, dropping into it, knees bent to keep long legs from stretching out too far.

"Hunter or witch, either way, everybody's got history to deal with."

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He is rather massive.


Not just launching himself at a wizard.
But trying to sit himself in a chair even.



Oddly amused, Jo messed with a pillow on the couch.
"Everyone's got history in one way or another."

Most people just didn't have as much.