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18th Hunt [Text] This life is filled with hurt

If you think physical pain doesn't last and isn't as fucktacularly painful as emotional pain then you haven't been in it long enough and you haven't had someone causing it that really knows what they're doing.

And you all better cross your fingers that Sammy and I manage to save the world.

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Dean drives until he's out on the far end of the City out near the forest. He pulls over and parks, turns the key back so the radio will stay on and gets out of the car without saying anything. He grabs a couple of beers out of the backseat and walks around to the front of the car then sits on the hood. He waggles the beer at Jo so she can see it through the front window.

Jo grins at that, pulling herself out of the car and snagging the beer from him before sitting on the hood next to him. After taking a sip she slides back until she can lean on the windshield, feet held off the side a bit so she wouldn't scuff the hood with her boots. Sometimes it paid being short, like when you were using the hood of a car as a lounge chair.

"You know," she started, trying to play it cool. "You're lucky you came back lookin' the way you did, I was planning on kickin' your asses as soon as I saw you. You both just left. Uncool."

Dean slides back as well with a slightly bitter chuckle. He takes a sip of his beer and shakes his head. "Trust me. It wasn't a fuzzy home sweet home visit."

"Yeah, I got that much." Jo's brow lifts a little, though now she's decided to be particularly interested in the lip of her beer bottle. "Did you see Bobby? I can't picture him not being around for.. whatever happened." There, that was a safe topic. Right? Of course, it was only at the front of her mind after seeing his portrait in the Hall.

Yeah sorry Jo. Not such a safe subject. Dean sighs and looks up at the sky, concentrating on it for a bit. "Yeah. Bobby was there."

And that's all of that.

Jo looks over at Dean, waiting for more. For about four seconds. "That's all you're gonna tell me? This is important, Dean," she tries not to sound too desperate, but she really is. It's one thing being given a second chance at life, but knowing he went back to their world and saw the punchline to the Apocalypse she died fighting against? Yeah, she was desperate to know.

"Is Bobby okay?"

He hates this. He takes a long drink of his beer and shakes his head. "Nah...Bobby didn't--he put up a good fight though. Right to the end."

Jo opens her mouth to question it - hello, wheelchair? - but for the most part, she didn't even want the details. Her face screws up, like she swallowed something bitter, and she looks away. "But he got to help. Which is what he wanted, so." Oh, damnit, Jo hates this too.

Dean doesn't tell her Bobby was walking because he doesn't want her to know that he sold his soul and never got a chance for Crowley to give it back (or not. It's a moot point now).

"Yeah. He hated sitting on the sidelines so it was better that way."

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