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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.