The next morning.
Jo woke up in her bed. Dean had told her to sleep there instead of with him. Just when things seem to go in the right direction, something was holding Dean back. Ever since that whore had shown up yesterday Dean hadn’t said one friendly word to her.
She came out of bed and walked into the kitchen. She saw Sam sitting at the table in the living room, apparently looking for cases on his laptop. Her mom was doing the dishes of the previous evening. And Dean was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at his cup of coffee.
“That coffee won’t drink itself, you know” Ellen commented.
Dean widened his eyes and put the coffee down. Jo walked to the table and sat opposite Dean. “You need help with that?” she asked cryptic. Dean frowned in confusion. “With getting your head out of your ass” Jo clarified.
Ellen turned around. “Have I missed something?”
Without looking up from his laptop Sam answered: “Dean has been jumping into conclusions and now he’s too stubborn to apologize”
Ellen turned to Dean, requiring a more accurate explanation.
“I’m sorry, Ellen, but it’s not really any of your business” Dean said.
“You listen to me, young man” Ellen said threatening. “If you’re going to sleep with my daughter and then act like you don’t know her, because you have some issues, then it is my goddamn business”
“Meg was here last night” Dean started.
“Did you kill her?” Ellen wanted to know. After all, Meg was the reason she and Jo had died. “Sorry” she added.
“She told me something. Turns out Cas didn’t ditch me” Dean continued. “He gave himself over to Crowley and had him torture him in exchange for my freedom”
Ellen shook her head. “I don’t really see the problem” she said.
“I told him to get lost” Dean said.
“Oh” Ellen said in understanding. “Why don’t you try to call him? I’m sure he’ll understand”
“He doesn’t have a phone” Dean said.
“And we all know there’s no other way to get in touch with him” Sam said sarcastic. Dean shot him an angry glance. He stood up, walked to his bedroom and slammed the door. He sank down on the bed.
“Cas, if you hear this, could you come here for a sec?” Dean asked. “I promise I won’t yell at you. Just come down here and then we can talk about it, okay?”
But nothing happened.
Jo woke up in her bed. Dean had told her to sleep there instead of with him. Just when things seem to go in the right direction, something was holding Dean back. Ever since that whore had shown up yesterday Dean hadn’t said one friendly word to her.
She came out of bed and walked into the kitchen. She saw Sam sitting at the table in the living room, apparently looking for cases on his laptop. Her mom was doing the dishes of the previous evening. And Dean was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at his cup of coffee.
“That coffee won’t drink itself, you know” Ellen commented.
Dean widened his eyes and put the coffee down. Jo walked to the table and sat opposite Dean. “You need help with that?” she asked cryptic. Dean frowned in confusion. “With getting your head out of your ass” Jo clarified.
Ellen turned around. “Have I missed something?”
Without looking up from his laptop Sam answered: “Dean has been jumping into conclusions and now he’s too stubborn to apologize”
Ellen turned to Dean, requiring a more accurate explanation.
“I’m sorry, Ellen, but it’s not really any of your business” Dean said.
“You listen to me, young man” Ellen said threatening. “If you’re going to sleep with my daughter and then act like you don’t know her, because you have some issues, then it is my goddamn business”
“Meg was here last night” Dean started.
“Did you kill her?” Ellen wanted to know. After all, Meg was the reason she and Jo had died. “Sorry” she added.
“She told me something. Turns out Cas didn’t ditch me” Dean continued. “He gave himself over to Crowley and had him torture him in exchange for my freedom”
Ellen shook her head. “I don’t really see the problem” she said.
“I told him to get lost” Dean said.
“Oh” Ellen said in understanding. “Why don’t you try to call him? I’m sure he’ll understand”
“He doesn’t have a phone” Dean said.
“And we all know there’s no other way to get in touch with him” Sam said sarcastic. Dean shot him an angry glance. He stood up, walked to his bedroom and slammed the door. He sank down on the bed.
“Cas, if you hear this, could you come here for a sec?” Dean asked. “I promise I won’t yell at you. Just come down here and then we can talk about it, okay?”
But nothing happened.
“We’re home, Damon” Elena said. She and Stefan were helping Damon reach the porch, something he’d rather do alone, thinking he’d recovered enough.
“I’m going to open the door” Stefan said. He let go of Damon and ran to the door and opened it. Then he walked back at Damon and Elena. When he wanted to help Damon enter Damon pushed his arm away.
“I don’t need your help” he said pissed, avoiding to look at him.
Stefan looked helplessly at his ex, but she gave him a ‘what did you expect’ kind of look back. She helped Damon enter the house and Stefan walked behind them...
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“I’m going to open the door” Stefan said. He let go of Damon and ran to the door and opened it. Then he walked back at Damon and Elena. When he wanted to help Damon enter Damon pushed his arm away.
“I don’t need your help” he said pissed, avoiding to look at him.
Stefan looked helplessly at his ex, but she gave him a ‘what did you expect’ kind of look back. She helped Damon enter the house and Stefan walked behind them...
