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[likemichael]

Who: likemichael & daddysknife
What: Ice Skating
Where: At the Roadhouse then the ice skating rink
When: December 15th
Rating: PG at most
Notes: Dean can't ice skate. Jo gets to skate circles around him. Literally.

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[daddysknife]

Jo shot the clock on the wall a quick glance and wondered where the last hour had gone. There hadn't been a lot of traffic... She shrugged, giving that fist a half-angry, half-teasing look.

"For you? Never."

But even as the words were spoke, she wiped her hands on her apron and untied it with ease. She had planned to usher anyone out if they stayed, but the few costumers who had shown up that evening had wandered off on their own. It made it easier for her to justify closing the Roadhouse for an evening so she could go do something as frivolous as ice skating with Dean Winchester.

"I gotta grab my coat. Are you going to be warm enough?"

[likemichael]

"That's cold, Jo. Shag ass, we wanna get there before it gets crowded, right?"

Dean gave her a smirk and rested his arms on the bar, shrugging a little bit at her question. "I got a jacket on, don't I?" He didn't own a bigger coat... well, he had an overcoat that he wore as part of his FBI cover, so did Sam, but they weren't in the car when it turned up, so he didn't fuss over it. He had a leather jacket on and that would just have to do.

"You know I can't skate, right?" He offered a little grin at that.

[daddysknife]

"We have plenty of time, worrywart." She called out from the back. And she hoped a few people around might make Dean less willing to start hard conversations, just in case.

After a moment Jo returned to his line of sight with a quick zip of her nearly too big coat and a shrug. If he gets cold, she figured they could find somewhere warm for him to warm up.

"You can still learn new things, right? You're not that old yet." She stopped walking when she reached his side and used an elbow to nudge him in the side.

[likemichael]

"Worrywart." Honestly, sometimes, this girl. Still, he just waits at the bar until she shows up and smiles a little at the coat. She looks cute in it, and he can appreciate that fact. Still, he's not about to say that out loud. She'd probably punch him in the gut just for saying it.

"Wow, you're full of the worst possible things to say to me today." He dropped an arm around her shoulders, leading the way out and shaking his head a little. "Besides, I'm only thirty-three." He felt older some days, but that wasn't the point.

[daddysknife]

Jesus. Three extra years. She had known, but hearing it made it seem so much more real.

"Yeah, yeah, old man, gotta lean on the youngster to even walk." Jo ducked out from his arm, which she had actually been enjoying, so she could lock the Roadhouse's door. She had stuck a sign up in the window earlier, so if anyone showed up while she was gone, they would know the place was closed.

"Are we walking to the rink? Have you eaten?"

[likemichael]

"I'll kick your ass, youngster." He laughed lightly, realising absently that being in Mandalus had actually given him back some of his sense of humour, though things were still so hellish he didn't think that he'd be jumping back into the saddle for a while yet.

"Nah, we're driving. I ate on the way here, but we can get food after I fall on my ass a hundred times." He grinned at her and headed for the car, getting into the driver's side, expecting her to just get into the seat Sam normally sat in.

[daddysknife]

She would like to see him try, other than the fact she knows that it definitely end with an awkward position and more awkward dancing around each other. She opened the passenger door and waited until they were both settled into the car before she replied to that.

"If you actually get to a hundred falls, I'll even pay for the food." She will keep track.

[likemichael]

"Well, now I'm just gonna try to fall." He started the car, turning them in the direction if the ice rink and heading that way, turning on the radio to some Black Sabbath, fingertips drumming the steering wheel.

"You gonna be nice and try to keep me on my feet, Jo? I can't hunt if I break a leg, you know, and then I'll just keep callin' you to bring me stuff." He would. He'd call her just because he knew it'd annoy her after a while. Sam and Cas are used to him nagging them, day in and day out.

[daddysknife]

"I'd get the stuff and show you where I left it in the Roadhouse for you to come get later." That's a lie, she knew it and he did too. He had taken care of her for weeks, she would do her best to help Sam if Dean got hurt on her watch. She'd probably even cut back on Roadhouse hours for it.

She leaned over to turn the music down, just to bother Dean some more.

[likemichael]

"Sure you would." It was a good thing he didn't plan on genuinely getting hurt, but that was just something he opted to do every day. Wake up, tell himself not to get maimed or killed today, go to sleep and repeat. Either way, it was still nice to have this kind of playful banter between them.

He reaches over to turn the music back up, giving her a look. "Didn't your mom ever teach you not to mess with a man's radio? Jeez."

[daddysknife]

She fell silent, looking out the window for a block. She could usually prepare herself for a mention of her mother, but that? She took a deep breath and shrugged, forcing a smile.

"I wasn't supposed to ever get in a man's car, so no."

[likemichael]

God dammit, Dean. You just had to bring up Ellen. He kept up the fake lightness to the conversation, thankfully, but reaching over to give her a light shove. "Yeah, I bet you've been in plenty of strange men's cars. I know you, you're almost as much trouble as me."

He pulls up soon enough at the rink and gets out, wrinkling his nose up at the sight of it. "I'm gonna regret this."

[daddysknife]

"Ricky's truck didn't have a radio." She said it before she could think about it. She cursed under her breath and opened the door quickly. She had to pretend that did whole car ride did not actually happen.

"It won't be that bad, Winchester. It's just ice. I'll even pay for your skates."

[likemichael]

"Ricky? You never told me about any "Ricky"." He shook his head a bit, not answering that comment and heading over to the skate rental area, going ahead and paying for both pairs himself. He was old fashioned, sometimes, and didn't want to make her pay for anything.

Handing her skates over, he took his own, moving to sit down so he could replace his boots with them. "I swear if you get me killed ice skating, I'll haunt the Roadhouse."

[daddysknife]

She had been telling herself if she paid for something it wasn't a date, and now that was ruined, but she claims a spot on the bench to follow his example.

"There wasn't any reason to. Still isn't, really." She saw no reason to mention the disappearance, and as soon as she was satisfied with her laces she got up and grabbed his boots. She disappeared for a second to put them in a locker, returning before he could stand.

"Ready?"

[likemichael]

She could always pay for dinner afterwards. "Ah, I get it." Either it was a bad break up or he died on a hunt. Whichever it was, he didn't need to push it, and he watched her go off with his boots.

As soon as he had his skates on, he scowled a little. "I guess I am." He wasn't prepared for all the falls he was about to take, but he'd manage. Getting to his feet, he was barely able to stay up, and instantly had hold of her shoulder.

It was official. Bow legs are not good for ice skating.