[ Dean Winchester; their lynchpin. From Dean's staking his staying on Geralt staying all the way to them working together to collect all the details and facts about The Mark that Dean kept trying to keep from everyone before it'd blown up. And even that night. Outside the cell. Jo doesn't want to prod the other reason. She can feel it hovering, but that doesn't mean she wants to let it in. Can. All the same, it wrestles with the edge of her feelings as the day passes, and more so between the house and Mags.
She doesn't tell Dean where she's going but doesn't lie either. The three of them both are and are not each other keepers. Still adults, still free to do what they want, even now.
While everything else has changed.
Something centers and stills when she goes from searching across the even dinner crowd to locating Geralt at that far, quiet table in the corner. There's a sentence already pressing at the back of her teeth, but just spitting it out would be more brusque than she's feeling. Though the her of a few months ago would have. She knows that. ]
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She doesn't tell Dean where she's going but doesn't lie either.
The three of them both are and are not each other keepers.
Still adults, still free to do what they want, even now.
While everything else has changed.
Something centers and stills when she goes from searching across the even dinner crowd to locating Geralt at that far, quiet table in the corner. There's a sentence already pressing at the back of her teeth, but just spitting it out would be more brusque than she's feeling. Though the her of a few months ago would have. She knows that. ]
Hey. Thanks for meeting me.