[anywhere, almost anywhen. Shatterverse future-or-au-or-something.]

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

There's a bar in Metropolis that's always packed full.

Dean's not drinking tonight; he's watching the girls dance. One of them looks like Jo, and it makes him smile, the way she owns the floor, owns the entire room - the way people move out of her way when she heads to the bar, the way she unashamedly punches the sleazebag, the way she gets thrown right out of the club ----



Wait, that was Jo.

Dean joins her outside a moment later, still laughing. "Nice work."