18 [Video]
[The feed turns on to show the crackling warm glow of what appears to be an impromptu fire, the glittering of scales, some amount of blood on the snow on the ground, and a lot of liquor bottles.
Oh, and Jo and Cas, sitting against what appears to be a dead baby dragon.
Jo herself is cradling a gun, sitting with her legs crossed, and she’s loading the ( Read more... )
Oh, and Jo and Cas, sitting against what appears to be a dead baby dragon.
Jo herself is cradling a gun, sitting with her legs crossed, and she’s loading the ( Read more... )
You are capable of doing so yourself, Jo.
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[And Jo gestures slightly toward a pile of sticks that she sharpened earlier, searching for the word. Her vocabulary is failing her. Spectacularly.
-- and about one minute later.]
-- kabobs.
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Finally, when she gets out the word, he simply picks up one of the sticks and holds it out to her.]
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Cas-ti -- [And the girl pauses, almost thoughtfully, before scowling to herself in irritation.] Your name sucks. Who the hell names their kid something like -- whatever, spear the dragon and be a man and make the shish kabob.
[There's a slight slur on the 'kabob'. Fucking words. Screw English. She doesn't need it to shoot things.]
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That is why I have a nickname, apparently.
[Because Dean started calling him Cas and it had stuck to the point where his own siblings called him by that name half the time.]
I just cleaned the blood off of my hands, Jo. I have no desire to have to do so again.
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[And Jo kicks some snow towards him.]
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But not before she grabs a handful of snow and shoves it down Castiel's shirt.
And then she calmly begins to cook her shish kabob as if she hasn't done anything wrong.]
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He gasps in shock at omg cold and lurches to his feet, twisting around in some sort of comical dance until he manages to get his too-large shirt untucked and can shake most of the snow out.
Turning back toward Jo, perfectly composed once again, he just stares at her. Really Jo. Really.]
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Jesus Christ --
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This is not amusing, and that was unnecessary.
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[She turns her shish kabob over in the fire before she reaches over to dig through her bag, shoving aside some things inside it -- she raided Dean's house before coming.]
Stop pouting and I'll give you a prize.
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What is it?
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[And with some effort, she pries a bag of graham crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate out of her bag. It's kind of smooshed, but Jo makes quick work of grabbing a stick to shove a marshmallow on it, handing it to Castiel.]
Stick that in the fire until it's golden brown. Or burn it. Whatever floats your boat. I like mine burnt. Tastes better that way. You're probably gonna like 'em golden brown 'cause you're the pickiest damn eater I've seen in my life and I've hung out with Sam.
Anyway -- when that's done, you put it on a cracker, and put chocolate on top of it, and squish it all together with another cracker, so it makes a sandwich.
I did this shit in Girl Scouts before I got kicked out for having a knife on me during swim lessons.
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Also where did she even find this stuff? His eyes are fixated on the chocolate, okay, though he does hold his marshmallow out toward the fire.]
That combination sounds appealing.
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[She is deadly serious, okay. And while Cas seems to be relatively careful, Jo just sticks her marshmallow straight into the coals, catching the thing on fire. She waits a solid thirty seconds until it's black, bubbling, and looks rather disgusting, before she pulls it out of the fire, slamming it inbetween two crackers and a piece of chocolate before shoving half of it into her mouth with a satisfied noise.
Best find ever.]
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