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Jo's out, disappeared somewhere. Dean's actually pretty OK with that, because seeing Jo want to do things, want to go places? More than just 'OK'.
So he's whistling when he pulls into the farm, the Impala's wheels just an inch or two above the dirt, and pulls her over to park by the barn.
"Hey, Spots."
"Bluuuuuuuuurble!"
Dean grins, leaning down to gingerly pat the tentacle as thick as his wrist that wraps around his ankle, and then not-so-gingerly dislodge it and head on past towards the kitchen.
So he's whistling when he pulls into the farm, the Impala's wheels just an inch or two above the dirt, and pulls her over to park by the barn.
"Hey, Spots."
"Bluuuuuuuuurble!"
Dean grins, leaning down to gingerly pat the tentacle as thick as his wrist that wraps around his ankle, and then not-so-gingerly dislodge it and head on past towards the kitchen.