Detective Verse: How To Wait

[ironknifehunter]

It was kind of weird being the first one home. Jo was used to coming home and seeing Sam’s jacket, shoes then Sam himself. Tonight, only Ford greeted her. She was tempted to call him and ask, but that felt kind of clingy and she wasn’t really the clingy type. So, she walked Ford, ordered dinner and settled in to wait

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[likely_evil]

Work was hell. Two months into the job and every day just got worse. The lack of organization at the clerk's office was frustrating enough, but the technology that was outdated back before Sam was even born made him want to scream and claw at people.

His boss never failed to point out that he was there as a favor to Dean, and that he had to just sit down, shut up and do his job. Don't rock the boat, or he'll get thrown overboard.

There had been a large case that had gone through the Circuit Court that afternoon in which all the paperwork needed to be available the following morning. Sam had tried to get it prepared, but one of the motions had gotten caught in the copier's pull area and it had torn as Sam pulled it out.

He was still licking his wounds from the verbal reprimanding as he finally put his keys in the door and walked inside. He knew he was late and he just wanted to take a hot shower and crawl into bed. He was so worn out that he didn't even feel hungry. Just tired.

[ironknifehunter]

She was on her feet when she heard the key scrape and then sat back down on the couch. She wasn't Ford. She didn't need to run to the door just because Sam was home.

She couldn't quite keep the excitement out of her voice though when he came in.

"Hey Sam, there's leftovers in the over still warm if you're hungry."

She liked having him home.

[likely_evil]

"Not hungry, but thanks."

Even coming home to Jo wasn't enough to get the depression out of his voice. He tried to shake it off before he got home but it was too much today and he barely scratched Ford behind his ears before taking his jacket off and hanging it up.

The puppy whined and pawwed at Sam's leg, and Sam pushed him back down. "No Ford. Down."

[ironknifehunter]

Okay, that wasn't a good sign. Jo got to her feet and went over to him, leaning against the wall. She studied him for a moment.

"You look like you had a bad day," she said, reaching out and rubbing his arm lightly.