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+ Dean Winchester
"Surprised t'see me?"Joe said, resisting the urge to grin from ear to ear. It felt like he hadn't seen Dean in years -- wait, no that was wrong -- it had been years. The fact that the Winchester was standing right there in front of him, alive and well made him happier than he'd felt in a long time.
"Really?" Tommy’s lips spread out into a grin. "Great! I’ll even pay for it. Roomie was nice enough to give it to me so why not? Good deed of the day right?" The speedster extended his hand out. "Tommy Shepherd , Nice to meet ya."
"Great, thanks." he replied, returning the other's smile. Shaking the other's hand, Joe responded, "Joe Harvelle - yeah 'n you."
"What, not expecting to see me?"
"Ya could say that. Thought you'd be busy huntin' 'n all. What brings you to the roadhouse?"
#that moment where they both realize how codependant they actually are #bucket for my creys
"I suppose so, I never really thought of it like that."
"Ya should. From personal experience, beatin' ya'self up 'bout stuff gets ya nowhere."
{ +5 } Wrapped ti--- Stumbled upon the hunter
Just as soon the door to the room she was in opened, a bucket full of holy water mixed with cleaning solution tipped to dripped just some on the person who had opened it - or picket locket it. Seeing as she had it placed so it would only tilt and not come crashing down. Picking up the… Stick she had been sharpening, Amelia help it in her hand eyeing the person who had found their way into her hotel room.
❝Pretty sure you shouldn’t have done that, breaking and entering when someone is home is a federal and criminal offense. Explain.❞
❝--What the?❞
Joe muttered to himself as he felt the cool liquid drip on to his head. Glancing up he spotted the bucket and frowned slightly, his attention soon returning to the woman in front of him. Raking a hand through his hair, he licked his lips nervously.
❝I didn't realise you were inside -- and I had no idea ya where a hunter too.❞
"Well I do need someone to join me for lunch— Brother ditched me to hang with his boyfriend and all. You up for it?"
Joe paused for a moment, licking his lips as he thought about his answer. "-- Alright." he finally said, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Not everyone believes that, Joe."
"That goes for everythin' though, doesn't it? Even if ya do the right thing, there'll be people out there who think they'd have been able t'do a better job of it. Same goes vice versa."
[insert title] || Jo & Pascal
The blonde rose an eyebrow at his pout, that not necessarily underlined his ‘manliness’. She took the beer with both hands and threw him a confused look, when he accused her of lying, about her own name. “That is in fact my name… Pascal Walker doctor and hunter… though I seem to be more of a hunter lately, than a doctor…” she watched his aura carefully, that seemed to shift with disbelieve and the blonde wondered if he had encountered a version of her. Like Dean had met his 2014! self, when Zachariah had thrown him across time. “What makes you think I would lie?”
"Oh, I don't know -- maybe 'cause my friend Pascal Walker is a guy who seems to fit your exact description?" Joe replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. This woman was really starting to get on his nerves. This joke -- or whatever it was -- was getting old.
[insert title] || Jo & Pascal
"No shit Sherlock! I’m aware of your very manly looks…" she told him dryly and took a sip of her new beer. "My name is Pascal Walker. And as it seems i was thrown into this … kind of thing by the angels. Where you are a man and…" she had wanted to say alive, but she didn’t know what kind of dimension this was. And whether this Joe had anything to do with the supernatural at all, or had in fact never died in the first place. She shuddered at the memories of Jo and Ellen’s last moments of earth. In some nightmares she could still smell the blood and see it color her hands a deep angry red.
"Ya should be -- I'm very manly." he responded, pouting slightly, pausing for a moment to take another sip of his now luke-warm beer. "--Are ya kiddin' me? That's not your name -- what's your real name?" Joe asked, giving the other a disbelieving glance. Did she honestly think he'd believe that?
"Because my father wasn’t doing his job, someone had to. Raphael wanted to do things his way, which would have been worse than Michael’s ruling. I had to do something."
"From what ya've told me, it sounds like ya did the right thing."
"I thought it would be ‘fun’ to play God - rather literally, too."
"I don't understand why you'd want that weight on ya shoulders but I'm sure it was for the right reasons."
"I absorbed all the souls in Purgatory, killed half of the Angels in Heaven, and then I died and Leviathans had control of my body, but then I came back again and killed myself, the Leviathans invaded most of America, and then I got all the angels kicked out of heaven."
"..."
"I guess I missed a lot more than I thought. Why -- ya wouldn't have done it all without a good reason though, Cas."
"Apologies."
He freezes slightly, and sighed softly. “The others, they blame what happened on me, because of what happened the other year. I try to apologise, but I either get beaten up or ignored.”
"-- Seriously? Why, what happened? That's terrible, Cas. I'm sure s'not your fault."
"—… I know you?"
"You're kiddin' me right? I'm stuck downstairs for almost four years and you're pretendin' ya don't recognise me? That's not funny, Dean."
[insert title] || Jo & Pascal
"You can’t be… Joanna Beth Harvelle…" she told him, looking at him with her eyes tracing his aura. Trying to find differences, but either from a few little strokes of something, she couldn’t understand -there was nothing that differed from her long lost friend. "We’ll you’re obviously male… but… What’s your name?" she asked, approaching another side of the whole situation. Instead of blurting out she was able to see his aura, when it would turn out he probably wasn’t her friend. And the angels had somehow found a way to mess with her powers.
The beer right next to her hand, was a welcoming distraction, as she downed the rest of the bottle, waving the bartender for a second one.
"--Joanna Beth? Are you serious? If it ain't obvious already, I'm a guy." he responded, slightly offended by her statement. Clearly, she was just pissing him off on purpose. "As if ya didn't know. Y'know it's Joe Harvelle already don't ya? So, how d'ya know m'name?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he wore a bored expression.
“— I always do.”
A faint smirk flickered across Dean’s face. “So, what’ve I missed?”
Grabbing himself a cool beer, he took a small sip before replying, "Not much. Nothin' really happens here, though my mom's pretty set on keepin' me here and not lettin' me hunt."
