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[knifetotheface]

[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

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video; 1/...idk.

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video; 2/?

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[ No. This cannot... Can. Not be happening. ]

video; 3/...5.

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[ The second she opens her mouth to talk, she doesn't actually... talk. There are tears. That form. And then she eeks something out. ]

Dean, too?

video; 4/5

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How -- [ And then there is dissolving and just... dissolving. ]

video; done.

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[ And then she takes all of her sadness and sniffs. And then becomes stone-faced. And angry. ]

Send me your coordinates.

video; 1/2

[knifetotheface]

[You aren't allowed to be sad, Buffy. Because Jo is trying, really hard, to ignore every ounce of her pain and anger and sadness in favor of handling things how Dean usually handles it -- and it's working alright, until Buffy starts crying.

She almost dissolves herself, but she fights it down with a clearing of her throat and averting her eyes, the heel of her boot hitting the side of the dead dragon in rhythmic thumps until -- ]

video;

[knifetotheface]

-- alright. We're having a hell of a party. Bring your own liquor, we're going through it pretty fast.

[x,y]

video; ;a;

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I'll be there in a -- I don't know, soonish. Should I bring anything else? Sharp anythings?

video; <33333333

[knifetotheface]

Don't go into the Wastes without any weapons, 'cause that's where we're hanging out.

video; 1/2.

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Gotcha. Sword. On my way.

action!

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[ Now the party don't start 'til I walk in..

No really, a little while later (like realistically enough for her to get liquor and find them) up waltzes Buffy with her sword and ... liquor. ]

.. So, he's really gone.

buffy > jo > cas

[knifetotheface]

[Jo looks up, at the new presence, her half a smile fading slightly at the sentence, before she coughs to herself and adjusts herself. Her back is to Cas and she's using his shoulder as something of a bench, so she doesn't have to lean against the dragon to sit up anymore.]

He had some shit to take care of.

[wingsandwill]

[Castiel is for the most part ignoring Jo's leaning on him, busy focusing on consuming the rest of his bottle of alcohol. He's making decent time on it, just drinking even more at the mention of Dean leaving.]

Yes. And he will be with Sam.

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Did you guys forget that he didn't choose to leave or something? [ Yeah she's angry and violent okay she will be no fun Buffy for a little bit. Until she busts into the liquor. Which is happening... now. Like she cracks it open with one hand and downs it right from the bottle.

this happens. ]

It's the stupid... Meanie Animus.

[knifetotheface]

[She's silent, at that -- because of course she did. No one chose to leave this place. And Dean was walking into a hell of a lot of shit. And she could potentially never see Dean again. What if he never came back here? He, and Sam, they were gone -- and so was she.

-- so was Cas, if he didn't figure his shit out.

She swallows for a moment before reaching behind her to take the bottle away from Cas, to have a drink herself, without looking behind her, returning it after a swig for herself.]

Dean's not Dean without Sam.

[It's quiet -- and Jo isn't entirely sure she believes this line of reasoning -- but she's going to keep repeating it.]

He's a hell of a lot better off with him instead of -- here worrying himself sick over the dumbass. Besides --

[She rests her head back against Cas' shoulder slightly, rolling her eyes up to look up at him.]

The city's still got Cas and I to make sure the monsters stay in the dark, right?

[wingsandwill]

[He knows Dean didn't choose to leave. But it's somehow easier being angry with him than aimlessly at the helplessness and the inevitability and this place.

He lets Jo takes the bottle without protest, silent as she speaks, then takes a drink as it's returned. He glances toward her when she lays her head on his shoulder, realizing she should probably slow down on the drinking.]

It is better for him to be at home.

[He just reiterates what he'd said before and what Jo just did, because thinking too much about this something he just can't do at the moment. It hasn't quite hit him just yet.]