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[ Summer of Sam: Ending B ]

Twenty minutes later, when he's washed his hands and put the kit away, Sam is standing in the bathroom again. Confident this time to complete his shave, since he'd threatened to tie Jo to the hotel bed and/or make her use the crutches in the car for the rest of the day - possibly tomorrow - maybe the next day if she didn't stay the hell on the bed at least until he'd finished putting their things to rights.

She's yelling at him, but only over the sound of the television and the water running over his razor. Got the books out, the notebooks, suggesting places to go, people to see. Things to check into. And maybe it's the afterglow talking, but it's the first time he's felt at all ready to address any of it.

"We're not going anywhere near Nebraska until it's been a week since I lied to your mom."



Well, there are still some things going unaddressed.

Date: 2011-10-22 09:00 pm (UTC)
tobeclosetohim: (Silent All These Years)
From: [personal profile] tobeclosetohim
She won't push the joke any further than he does.
Because she can watch the moment it's already too far.

The moment everything is a little too still, before fading.
And she's even aware enough to be sad of it. Some.


"It's in most of our food. Consider choking on any of it recently?"
Beat. "I haven't thrown any holy water at you recently, either."

Date: 2011-10-22 09:21 pm (UTC)
tobeclosetohim: (Consideration)
From: [personal profile] tobeclosetohim
She can't say it for him.


And if she barely shifts her gaze to the bruises she can see at the edges of her book, where her bare skin is still there.

There's not any weight toward guilt or accusation or any specific emotion. It's that she's not lacked in some of those abysmally pointed thoughts that he has but won't speak either. It's their training. Even for and about each other.




And she opened her mouth, meaning to say

A bright and shiny one. Something about airports.

But what came out, quietly, was, "You're still you, Sam."

Date: 2011-10-22 09:31 pm (UTC)
tobeclosetohim: (Sam - Hunters (Planning))
From: [personal profile] tobeclosetohim
"Except the iron thing is new."


Jo laid back again, resting her hands on the pages.
It wasn't like either of them was doing much reading.

"Or you'd have come with a warning label about it long ago."

Date: 2011-10-22 09:38 pm (UTC)
tobeclosetohim: (Feelin Grey)
From: [personal profile] tobeclosetohim
Except he had, hadn't he?

Jo let a breath out. Not a sigh.
Even though it had wanted to be one.

Her mother had warned her about all Winchesters.
Her mother who was somewhere trying deal with her choices.


Jo watched Sam, wondering if it was too much too soon for now.
And whether she really had the ability to not be pushing for now.
Edited Date: 2011-10-22 09:38 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-10-22 10:17 pm (UTC)
tobeclosetohim: (Quiet Anger)
From: [personal profile] tobeclosetohim





Jo sat there very still for very long seconds.



Then she leaned over, nudged him, but didn't sway back to her spot.
Listed. Leaned. Her lips pressed together, still looking forward.
Before her temple ended up against his upper arm. Resting there.


"We'll figure whatever's happening, then, Sam. Together."






Or she might have to take care of it.
Edited Date: 2011-10-22 10:17 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-10-22 10:44 pm (UTC)
tobeclosetohim: (You Can But Can't See Me)
From: [personal profile] tobeclosetohim
But she's trying really hard not to think about that last thought.


So. Jo closed her eyes at the press against her hair.
And pushed it out. For now. Until. In case. Later.


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