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

She closed her book, pushing her self to sit up.
She pushed her hair behind her shoulders, bemused.

"That does sound like a safe assumption at least."

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"And that's the other thing," he continues, conversational as he approaches the couch, almost-smiling.

Wand in his hand, the words just waiting in his mind.

"You're being way more coy than any other woman I've ever seen in this apartment was ever capable of. It's concerning."

The hands in his pocket are predictable. But right or left.
Her bare feet hit the carpet, as her fingers ran through her hair.

"Is there a less concerning way to find unknown women on this couch?"

Because she's have to say she'd love to pin that one on Dean.
Right before threatening to curse him if she ever found one here.

Lips quirked. Realizing just how easy it would be to ruin for Dean. To create some minor drama - assuming she was a minor fling.

Then he saw the book.

One of Dean's books.

...not one of the comic books.

"Nope. Never. Any woman in here, total surprise."

This is 'helping' but he still can't do it without grinning.

"Hopefully you're a better liar at other times."

Jo smirked, shaking her head. Light.

Even as she knew that truth.

He grinned back at her, shrugged. "I try harder. Sometimes.

"And you are?"

"Jo." She tipped her head.

A hand landing on her right hip.
Her wand was in her back pocket.
But she wasn't going for it.

"And you're Sam."
Was not a question.
And not at all coy.

Of course not. And while there's the slight wrinkle in his brow, Sam relaxes just a second later.

He's in Dean's apartment. There's no shortage of pictures. And a girl - who can read - is still here in early afternoon.

"And you're dating my brother."

Apparently.

For a few months now.

There was a smirk. Amused, wicked, bright.
"Well, that is one thing to call it."

Beat. "I usually go with boyfriend."
It makes Dean's face shift so.

Not that she had anyone else to tell herself.

It's really truly obvious that the face shift is a Winchester trait when she says that.

"What's he do when you say it?"

Usually kiss her breathless.

But that can't be the proper response.
When she's trying not to laugh at Sam's expression.

"Not the typical response for a random couch bunny. Noted."

"Well, it's long after breakfast - hell, it's after lunch. And you're still here. That makes you less random. And you're dressed, so you're less bunny.

"Despite your location on the couch."

There may have been a companionable smirk as his hands finally left his coat pockets.

"And that fact your brother isn't here."

Jo shot back adding to Sam's list with a grin.

Sam tips his head, agreeing to that much with a smile. "True. The couch bunnies aren't usually allowed to stay while he's gone."

"Probably because they make the mistake of asking."
Jo totally never asked the first time she showed.

She broke into his flat instead that time.

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"And usually 'boyfriend' makes him run, rather than invite them to stay over."

He pauses for a moment, then nods to the kitchen. "I'm getting a beer."

This is an invitation.

Jo followed him.
Bare feet padding quietly.

"Guess I'm a riot of miracles, then."

Also, pretty damn gone on his brother, too.

Honestly, some things he will never understand.

He turns his back on her, which proves nothing, really. The wand is still within easy reach. And he has to bend to reach into the fridge - again, not vulnerable. But neither is Sam going to any special effort to pretend he is.

It's almost casual.

"So you're planning on being a fixture, then," he comments, straightening with two bottles, one offered to her.

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.

That made him grin, even shrugging and finding the bottle opener without looking - the usual drawer, usual place. "You seemed comfortable enough on the couch while some strange guy walked in. That's pretty fixed."

Or rather well into expecting him.
The other Winchester still alive.

She had to meet Sam sometime.
Dean, girlfriend, and all.

It's a twisted up both lie and truth.

"Maybe you didn't look like much of threat?"
Jo gave him a mockingly innocent smirk for that.

He's got enough of a sense of humor to shrug this off, nod as if it's even vaguely plausible.

He scares people on accident. Sam isn't too worried about being taken as overly cuddly.

"Guess I'll have to work harder on my Scary Face."

Jo grinned, shaking her head.
More than a foot taller.
And far broader.
Than her.

A walking mountain.

And that was without his talents.

Jo took a drink of her beer. Casually.

"So, what brings you here today?"

She guessed his name - pictures would be enough for a connection, but his name means Dean talked about him, explained him. The relationship, at least.

"I have family in the area."

Which is no excuse not to be coy, if she insists, too.

She's too relaxed, too calm, too cool to be anything but knowledgable in the more interesting areas of this life.

Or that she researched the hell out of them.

When she was considering whether to stay.

When she still thought she got a vote.

"Oh. I'm sorry he's not here."
Because it's polite. Partially.

"Did you want to wait for Dean?"

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