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[iwenttomissouri]

It turns out the rooms upstairs at Milliways aren't all bedrooms. Some of them are little parlors, just perfect for private conversation. This is where Missouri brings John while the boys eat their nachos.

They sit down in two arm chairs, each with a beer bottle in hand.

"So Mr. Winchester, I'm glad to see you finally decided to talk to your

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[hunter_legend]

"I have my reasons," and that's all he's saying about it. She knows him, and she knows other things, and if she doesn't know his reasons then she's not finding them out from him. Best she doesn't, then, because what she doesn't know, hopefully no one will kill her for.

[iwenttomissouri]

"I know, I know. How bad is it, John?"

She doesn't mean his thoroughly cleaned wounds.

[hunter_legend]

"Hurts like a bitch," he says, misunderstanding on purpose. That's enough of an answer, isn't it? It ought to be, for Missouri anyway. "I almost put that beer over my head to make it burn again. Better than the aching."

Yeah, it's bad.

[iwenttomissouri]

She gets it. They talk in this kind of code quite a bit.

"Look, I wanted to talk to you about this place. Tell you a little, before you got too surprised. It's not a normal kind of place."